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Saturday, 31 October 2020

#204 NEW PROMISES for the Devotion of the Wound of the Shoulder – Various Texts

 

 


According to a pious oral tradition handed down, it is said St. Bernard of Clairvaux had an apparition of Our Lord and he asked Him which was the greatest unrecorded or unknown suffering that afflicted Him on Calvary. Our Lord is said to have answered:


I had on My Shoulder, while I bore My Cross on the Way of Sorrows, a grievous Wound which was more painful than the others and which is not recorded by men.” Our Lord is alleged to have said that if anyone remembered this wound each day, He would forgive them all their venial sins and 'no longer remember their mortal ones'.


The problem: there is no evidence this occurred, the apparition has also been accredited to St. Gertrude and St. Mechtilde. Furthermore, there was a question the indulgence of 'forgetting the mortal sins' was attempting to promote forgiveness of mortal sin without the need of confession, which indeed is a dangerous misconception. As there was no proof the indulgence was authentic, Pope Leo XIII condemned this indulgence in the Acta Sanctae Sedis 1898. (Devotion to the Wound was not condemned, only the promise attached.) See here: http://www.olrl.org/pray/apocryphal.shtml


HOWEVER: Christ revealed through various ecstasies to Marie-Julie Jahenny the grevious Wound of the Shoulder which He bore due to carrying the heavy weight of the Cross.  He revealed devotion to this forgotten Wound pleased Him very much, and reaffirmed that there are special graces reserved for this devotion.


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Promises and graces revealed to Marie-Julie Jahenny for those who honour His Sacred Wound of the Shoulder:


1 - I will bless all the souls who propagate this devotion: I grant them abundant graces.” (March 29, 1878)


2 - “O souls who love Me, who propagate this devotion, I take you under My protection, I keep you under the mantle of My affection.” (March 29, 1878)


3 - “I will dispel the darkness that will come to their heart.” (December 28, 1877)


4 - “I will console them in their pains.” “I will come in the midst of their greatest afflictions, to enlighten, to comfort them. I will come and rescue them in their maladies.(February 8, 1878) (28 December 1877, February 8 and April 12, 1878)


5 - “I will come to bless them in their undertakings.” (March 29, 1878)


6 - “I will give them a tender love for the Cross. I will come to assist them at the time of death, with this cross and I will introduce them into My Heavenly Kingdom.” (April 12, 1878) (Note: apparently the grace of having accomplished your Purgatory on earth is one of the graces.)


7 - “I will sweeten their agony.” (December 28, 1877).I will come at the hour of death. I will console them in their passage.” (February 8, 1878). Especially at the hour of death, I will come to give them a sweet moment of calm and tranquillity. I will tell them: 'O good holy soul, who has spread this devotion (knowing) that I had so much at heart that it be made known, come to receive the reward of your labours, the fruit of blessing.'.” (March 29, 1878)


8 - “I will shelter them, I will assist them, I will console all the souls that seek to propagate this Sacred Wound. At the time of death, I will console the souls that have compensated Me by their devotion and compassion to the Wound so deep and painful. I will come to strengthen them in their final fears. I will come and prepare their passage: Thank you, you who have compensated Me for My pains.” (May 17,1878)


9 - “See,” Jesus said, pointing to His Sacred Wound with extreme tenderness, “all My children who have recognised this Wound, who have venerated it, have prayed to it, will have on the Last Day a great and generous reward. I do not simply show it, I pronounce it. My Word is Divine.” (May 17, 1878)

In obedience to the Holy See, please do not spread the story about St. Bernard, it might contain the condemned indulgence, not to mention people might think the devotion can be used as an excuse to not go to confession to be absolved of mortal sins. MORTAL SINS MUST BE CONFESSED! Only when they are confessed does God 'forget' our mortal sins. However, you can safely spread the promises given to Marie-Julie Jahenny.


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Prayer to the Sacred Wound in the Shoulder:


"O Loving Jesus, meek Lamb of God, I miserable sinner, salute and worship the most Sacred Wound of Thy Shoulder on which Thou didst bear Thy heavy Cross, which so tore Thy flesh and laid bare Thy Bones as to inflict on Thee an anguish greater than any other wound of Thy Most Blessed Body. I adore Thee, O Jesus most sorrowful; I praise and glorify Thee, and give Thee thanks for this most sacred and painful Wound, beseeching Thee by that exceeding pain, and by the crushing burden of Thy heavy Cross to be merciful to me, a sinner, to forgive me all my mortal and venial sins, and to lead me on towards Heaven along the Way of Thy Cross. Amen." 

Imprimatur, Thomas D. Beven, Bishop of Springfield. (Please note, this prayer was NOT given to Marie-Julie Jahenny, and you must still confess mortal sins ~ this prayer is not an exemption from that).


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Various dated and undated texts from the Ecstasies of Marie-Julie Jahenny.


The “Friends of the Marie-Julie Jahenny Association” Website gives us the following points to ponder and meditate upon regarding Christ carrying the Cross and the weight which caused this grievous Wound.




Marie-Julie Jahenny. “The cross was the chosen bride of Jesus Crucified. We in our turn bear It all our lives. It is the portion of the Christian, from the cradle to the grave. We are the children of Calvary.


O Sacred Heart of Jesus, You know, You are forever the all of my heart. I am here resting on His breast, waiting to be fed by Him or die in His arms.”



The Wound of the Shoulder is to meditate attentively by the friends of the Cross. Indeed, Marie-Julie expresses to us that the cross is inseparable from the Christian's life.


1 - It is a weight of sorrows, as it sank through the flesh of Our Saviour, by tearing It badly. It was bloodied by Divine Blood.


2 - It can be overwhelming up to the point we sink to the ground crossing the thorns, brambles and stones of the road: witness, Our Lord succumbed three times on the road to Calvary.


3 – This wound in bearing the Cross, the wound so deep and painful always it tells us to always walk through the tears and blood to the summit of the mountain of sacrifice, without ever being discouraged: it is on the Cross we finally place again our soul into the hands of its God who created it in His infinite goodness, who has redeemed it in His infinite love and wants to save it in His infinite mercy. It is the Cross that opens and closes the doors of life, it is that which lifts us from earth to heaven, after being in all, the burden of its merits. Oh! We are to love the Cross that becomes the blessed instrument of Redemption! In each carrying our cross, we learn the love of Jesus Crucified.


In these thoughts, Our Lord Jesus Christ recommends us to honour the Sacred Wound in bearing the Cross.


Consider the Sacred Wound that was made by the weight of the Cross on the left Shoulder of Our Lord Jesus Christ on the road to Calvary.


1 – The infinite generosity of Our Lord Jesus Christ for having willingly taken upon Himself our iniquities. (March 29, 1878)


2 - His immense goodness in promising to carry our thankless sins on the road to Calvary. (December 28, 1877) It is on this Shoulder that Our Lord Jesus Christ bore and felt the numerous sins of the world. (March 16, 1877)


He was overwhelmed even to succumbing to the so painful falls on the Way of the Cross. (February 8, 1878)


Marie-Julie: “Lord, it is our sins that You carry on this bloody and bruised Shoulder. It is our sins that make You suffer great incomprehensible pains as large as the sea. They are our sins that tore Your Sacred Flesh, which turned the Cross crimson. (April 2, 1878)


3 - The infinite tenderness with which our Lord Jesus Christ suffered this cruel Wound, which shows how heavy are our iniquities. Sympathize with the immense pain so little known on earth. (December 28, 1877)


Our Lord invites us to contemplate the wound so deep and painful, in which we have all participated. Ask for repentance and tears, gratitude and love (February 8, 1878) It is there that our sins were drowned …


The Cross bathed in Blood Divine has become for all of us, the burden of grace, the burden of merits. (May 17, 1878)


Marie-Julie: “Our Lord Jesus Christ has paved the road to Calvary, the bloody road but the road of grace in carrying the Cross in unspeakable pain, without a murmur, not a complaint would escape from His mouth. He has borne it through suffering, contempt, neglect, with a boundless charity: she (the Cross) was the spouse chosen by Jesus Crucified; we have our turn to bear it all our lives, we are born with it, we are the children of Calvary, we must die with her, she is the portion of the Christian from the cradle to the grave. Let us put ourselves, in suffering, in the hands of God.


I bless you, Lord, You are my hope and my support. A life in death, O Lord, I commend my spirit into Your Hands, that Your Holy Will be done in all things. Blessed be Jesus in my heart and blessed is the Heart of my Jesus.”


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Additional extracts (dated and undated)-also contains the promises with this devotion:



On November 25, 1873: About four o'clock in the evening, Marie-Julie received the stigmata from the wound of the shoulder (left shoulder). The revelations and all that relates to this devotion specially recommended by Our Lord Jesus Christ contain the things of greatest interest. The collection and the acts of these early events are in the hands of Fr. David Abbot, (spiritual) Director of Marie- Julie.


In the following ecstasy, Marie-Julie said: “I see the bloody wound in His shoulder, how it is deep and painful”


Our Lord: “I will tell you the prayers that alleviate My suffering. I wish that this Wound be known to all My children.”


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March 16, 1877: The Wound had been singled out in a special way. It was the Feast of the Five Wounds. Our Lord's words: "The Blood flows from My Shoulder, one by which I bore and felt the many sins of the world."



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Fragments of the ecstasy of Friday, December 28, 1877:


It is that- this Sacred Wound - which shows how heavy are our iniquities and the immense goodness of Our Lord Jesus Christ for His commitment to carry our ungrateful sins on the road to Calvary. Our Lord testifies to the infinite love with which He suffered the cruel wound, and His goodness for the souls faithful to this devotion.


Our Lord Jesus Christ attaches the most precious graces: "I will dispel the darkness coming to their heart. I will comfort them in their sorrows. I will soften their agony, I will tell them;


'Faithful souls who have sympathized with this immense pain, so little known on earth.':"



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Fragments of the ecstasy of Friday, February 8, 1878:



Our Lord Jesus Christ invites Marie-Julie to look more closely at this painful wound on His shoulder during His Passion.


Marie-Julie: “My God, give me repentance and tears.”


In the second fall, our Lord Jesus Christ said:


What a joy for My Divine Heart to see this devotion spread everywhere. This devotion that has so long remained in oblivion. I will give abundant rewards to My faithful children who propagate it: I will console them in their troubles. I will come in the midst of their greatest afflictions, to enlighten, to comfort them. I will come and rescue them in their maladies. I will come at the hour of death, I will comfort them in their passing.”


Marie-Julie: Oh! My Divine Jesus, we have all participated in this Wound so deep. It is You, my God, You who were charged for us to succumb to the overwhelming weight. Thank you, my God. What is our poor human misery! We only have hope, God's mercy. His infinite goodness created us, His infinite love redeemed us, His infinite mercy will save us. I bless you, Lord, You are my hope and my support.


Our Lord Jesus Christ makes me see the weight of the Cross:


Our Lord: “Children of My pain, carry your cross, singing the Benedictus. Bless Me singing under the weight of the cross that overwhelms you.”


Marie-Julie; “ Nothing can stop us doing the Holy Will of God. O sweet and holy Cross, the sublime madness of my heart, wilt thou known? You have charms. Without you, life would be bitter, how your sufferings have tenderness and love! O chaste spouse of my Jesus, you were somehow drowned in His blood. (I.e. The Cross) You contain sources of love: the location of the three nails that attached the body of my sweet Jesus. If there is happiness on earth, it is that of suffering, that of contempt, that of abandonment. These are the spouses of my Jesus. This is the road to Calvary, bloody road but the road of grace.


We are born with the cross, it must pass (with us) all our life, we must die with her, we are the children of Calvary. Earth, thou shalt drink thy ingratitudes and we, we will bless the graces of my Jesus.”


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Ecstasy of Friday, April 12, 1878


Marie-Julie: “Lord, my sins are what You bear on the Shoulder bruised and bloody; they are our crimes and our sins that make You suffer unspeakable pain, big as the sea. It is our sins that tore Your sacred Flesh, which has made crimson the Cross.


Our Lord Jesus Christ said: "I am looking for souls who love Me to sympathize with My sufferings."


Marie-Julie: “My beloved Saviour, we join Your suffering, we want to carry our cross and suffer with You. O Holy Cross adorable, you who were the spouse of Jesus crucified, chosen, precious bed of suffering, pain, precious bed of the soul, you contain the three fountains of grace. (They, sinners) do not love it, what contempt of Jesus!


You will live with us, Holy Cross, to the grave where you will rest on our breast. Oh! Because He loves us, my sweet Jesus. What soul refuses to give it to Him? Go to the foot of the Cross to tell of our bitterness, our love in the cross. Let us dive into the great love of my Jesus on the Cross. These are my sins, my pride and my disobedience that have loaded on Your shoulder that cross so heavy.


O dear Jesus, my love, You have forgotten the excesses of my ingratitude: What boundless charity! So you took it on Your Shoulder. This is where you buried all our transgressions, our iniquities … My Jesus by showing the deep wound of the Holy Shoulder:


My children of the earth who meditate on the pain and are faithful to this devotion:


I will come visit them in their sorrows,


I will give them a tender love for the Cross,


I will come to assist at the time of death,


From this cross, I will introduce them to My heavenly kingdom.”



Marie-Julie: “O dear Jesus, You have opened the path of predestination, love, pain …


Jesus dies under the weight of the Cross on the road to Calvary, while it is the cross that should have been bending and breaking under the power of God. We must all carry the cross .. For some, it is heavier, for others it is less heavy. Bear the suffering, death sentences as a result of our Lord. It is the Holy of Holies that rewards suffering souls. The Cross is the portion of the Christian from the cradle to the grave, the soul that suffers is in the company of her spouse, in the company of the Blessed Virgin, in the company of the elect.


Let us bless God that makes us to suffer because in suffering we are despoiled (of our sins), we are beatified, they open for us a sea of love. Let us put ourselves in suffering, in the Hands of God.


It is you, ungrateful earth, which appears desirous of covering you with ornaments to destroy the Christian soul but all this is only dust and vanity. Jesus makes us tread over you, this treacherous and seductive earth, all is (given) by suffering at the foot of the Cross.


Meditate on the Sacred Heart of Jesus, mercy blaze, blaze of love. Love the Blessed Virgin. Consider the pure heart of Mary, through whom all graces come to us, and compassion for her sorrows on Calvary, where she adopted us for her children.



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Ecstasy of Friday, May 17, 1878



Marie-Julie asks her Divine Redeemer to bear the heavy weight of the Cross in the streets of Jerusalem:


"O sweet Jesus, loaded under the weight of pain, under the weight of crime. You walk to Calvary, what charity on Your part to kindly take charge of our crimes. The Divine Blood flows to drown our iniquities; not a complaint, not a murmur escaped the lips of my Jesus. Rather, it seems that you rejoice in Your suffering.


You, O Holy Cross, which have been worthy of the choice of my Jesus, love, purple Blood of My God, why are not you the portion of the Christians of the earth?


Precious bed of suffering, you are trampled, you are insulted, you are rejected, you are covered in spit and insults. Holy Cross, when will you delight the souls redeemed? When will your fruitful sources (the location of three nails) be known and savoured by hearts? Be always with us, our comfort and our strength after this God of love, mercy and charity.


We all love the cross, since we must always be on earth. We were born on the cross, how would we live in luxury? We are born with the cross and we must carry it to the grave. Oh! What delights we have on earth: The enjoyment of a loving God, the enjoyment of a crucified God, the enjoyment of suffering with this Divine Friend, to be abandoned with Him, pray to You, my God! Loaded with the weight of our crimes, our good Lord carrying the cross to the Holy Mountain. There He will rob us of our dirty clothes (sin), we regenerate in His grace. What tenderness!


Mary, good Mother of Sorrows makes the most generous sacrifices. She suffers in her heart with her Adorable crucified Son … By giving us her dear Son, She looks with her eyes full of tears, We have torn Him, her love, but in leaving us to tear Him, she has blessed us.


Going to this maternal heart, nothing compares to the Heart of the Mother of Jesus. Oh! It is good, Mary! We have recourse to Mary in our trials. She is so sweet, she keeps us on His Heart as His children, she puts her hand on our heart with: 'this heart is dear to me because my Divine Son loves it,' and she eliminates the peril.


She adopted us, she took us close to the place of her dear Son: 'Yes, my Son, I will be for them, the most generous of mothers to console You, to strengthen you.'


She (Our Lady) looks towards Heaven. “My child, do you not see Heaven? Well, that is the reward. Suffer all the pains on earth, this is so short! Suffering, because suffering is collected for your happiness! Your eternal happiness. My heart will keep you.”


Moreover, the sorrows of Mary have been profound, her heart was kneaded, the more sensitive. It is so totally sensitive that it will participate in all the pains of her children.


My dear Mother, comfort their souls, they are friends of the Cross, hide them in your heart. Our Adorable Lord favours by pain. Mary, my good Mother, thank you in our pains: a thank you from the heart, take it to Jesus, Your Divine Son. Being presented by you, oh! It will be welcomed with generosity! Good Mother, obtain for us salvation after suffering on earth, after carrying our crosses. O Lord grant that we love you, friends of the Cross, brave on earth, despite the difficulties and anxieties.


Our Lord expresses that He opened the painful way:


Our Lord: “I want that many of My servers and My servants to arrive in Heaven by the deepest tribulations ...”


Marie-Julie: “I can still see the Divine Blood of my King, impressed on the pavements of Jerusalem. Oh! I want to walk in His footsteps! Who would dare complain after such a love of Jesus crucified?


We must carry the cross in all its dimensions, its width, its length in thickness. Its size is the depth and extent of penalties that we feel, these dimensions, it is love.


How beautiful it is under the cross, our Divine Saviour, that He charms, He is admirable in the cross ... very loving Jesus, You said:


"My children, that is the cross you wear all your life, sometimes heavier, sometimes less painful."


Marie-Julie: These are His friends, (those who) accept that our Lord on the cross and feel, the cross is the burden of grace, the burden of merits.


Begone, vain and miserable earth, you have more input in our hearts. Your charms are misleading. Begone, before these two supreme loves. The love of Jesus and the love of his Cross! The lamp of faith, hope and love still burns in our hearts!


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Fragment of the ecstasy of Friday, March 29, 1878:


Marie-Julie to Our Lord: “What generosity that You desired to be charged with our iniquities! When I consider the Wound so deep and so great ... because that is where you drowned my sins: it is our sins that tore Your Sacred Flesh.”



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Friday, 24 November 2017

#95 An Account of Marie-Julie Jahenny Suffering the Passion of Christ - Our Lady of Bonne Garde Arrives

Witness account of the Passion suffered by Marie-Julie Jahenny, (Abbé Gouron), Friday November 8, 1878


Friday at 0:45 we returned to La Fraudais. We enter. She is in prayer, in her room, standing this time because she gets up every Friday to do the Stations of the Cross, because usually she is still in bed.


The entrance to the small sanctuary is forbidden. One hour strikes, (i.e 1 PM) and immediately begins the ecstasy. All doors are open to us. She is there, all alone, on her knees, praying before a crucifix. As soon as we sat down she turns to us with her eyes closed to ask for our blessing. All three, we all get up. For me, I said quietly, “Benedicat te omnipotens Deus, Pater and Filius, etc ...".  When I said "Father," the stigmatist raised her right hand, lifted it above the forehead - over her crown of thorns - it is one of the best signs of the cross I've ever seen.


By the eyes of her body she had never known us and yet she knew that we were there, she knew that we were priests. But we examine her while she is on her knees, making her grand sign of the cross. The back of her right hand is covered with bright red blood, the stigmata on her back is bleeding, the body is leaning forward, eyes still closed, the figure is an indefinable reflection of piety, love and suffering. She signs our priestly blessing and soon she turns to the west, extends her arms outstretched and begins a prayer that lasted about ten minutes. In this prayer, she said to her Beloved with a loud and vibrant voice why she would follow Him on the way to Calvary. It was for the conversion of sinners, for the triumph of the Church, for the deliverance of the Pope. It was to make amends for all the sacrileges on earth. And in a voice more vibrant, she cries to her Divine Spouse to forgive the sacrileges, to forgive the blasphemies, and the violations of the law on Sunday, to forgive the so cold indifference of a crowd of Christians.


While she is like that, praying with outstretched arms in a cross, her eyes opened wide. The pupil is fixed and turned toward the sky in a way that it hides a little under the upper eyelid, the face comes alive and is transformed more and more. It is really impossible to express this face. It seems that Marie-Julie looks up with the deepest attention, she seems absorbed in what she sees, and yet I looked at her and saw that her eyes are dilated so extraordinarily that it is impossible to see anything. It is contemplation in its highest degree.


After the prayer, her eyes close and she leans forward to take up her cross. It is there before her, that little copper cross, about eight inches long. With both hands, she takes it with efforts by the foot and can not even stir. She folds in on herself and makes a greater effort, the cross moves but is not raised. She is stepping up her efforts, her hands red with blood, clenched on that cross which seems so heavy, her face turns red, the cross comes off the ground, rising horizontally and falls to the ground soon. Note in every feature fatigue is evident. This small cross then has the same weight of that of our Divine Master!


Finally, after two long minutes of work, all the blood of the stigmatist seems to flow from her face, her lips are tight, her breath sounds, her arms tremble under the burden, but the cross stands, takes a vertical position and goes down on her shoulder and she staggers back, forward, and fails to take her balance when the cross rests on her left shoulder. Then, both hands firmly attached to the foot of the instrument of torture, she began to walk on her knees. That is how the Way of the Cross begins, needless to say she is ecstatic and it will last up to five hours.

It is the side facing west. At each step, her knees hit the floor of the room, her pace is very heavy. Arriving at the corner, she turns back, always going east to the west and from west to east. She bears the cross like this for about ten minutes. Soon she is tired, she staggers, her face naturally round, stretches more and more, she is panting.


Then she turns to us and we present a blessed cross for her to kiss. Strengthened by this reinforcement, she continues her heavy course. But she is very breathless, sometimes she wants to move and can not do it. While her trembling body falls back, forward, or for support on the partition. She takes a few more steps. Her breathing is heard very clearly. Suddenly, she falls on the face in the direction of west, making a loud noise, an extraordinary noise resembling that of a board falling on a floor. There, arms outstretched, face against the ground for twenty minutes, she talks to her Beloved. Her words flow quickly from her lips with a force, unctious, a love, an extraordinary eloquence.

Sweet cross,” cried she, “so heavy, so laden with the sins of men, you are on the back of my God! It is You, dear Jesus, who want to wear it and yet it is we who are the culprits. Oh! inflame me.”

Later, she recounts a vision which passes under her eyes and exclaims:

Why all these ardent coals (I.e embers / sparks) that, in the space amidst the darkness, detach from the cross and spread throughout the earth? Why, if not to make in souls a ray of love, to set them ablaze.”


Then she prays for priests who are present for all the assistance and the intentions she has listed at the beginning. Marie-Julie has recovered. She continues her Stations of the Cross in silence. Her face lengthens and becomes transfigured, her fatigue is becoming more and more. Here stands a very touching scene. In the middle of the course, she turns again to us, bending under the weight of her cross. We present a small crucifix for her to kiss, but it is not that. She is looking for someone to help her carry her cross and is before the Father Le Golf, and she places on his priestly shoulder the cross she wears herself. Right now, she is in the rapture of ecstasy, she reads in the sky and says in a whisper a few words that Father Le Golf hears very well and that I hear too. She begins as follows:

My brother of the Third Order of St. Francis, I see all your wishes written in the Divine Heart
of Jesus. Etc..”

Who told her that Father Le Golf had the idea to write on a piece of paper the graces that he
wanted? Myself, I did not know. And yet, the stigmatist had spoken to him in those terms. (After) Father Le Golf, she comes to me, her eyes still fixed in the sky, the heart panting and mouth ajar. I throw myself on my knees and soon the cross weighs on her left shoulder. She said softly, but in order to be heard by Father Le Golf:

Jesus Christ tells you that he is happy. Pray for me.”

She then goes to the Abbot Bihan and whispered a few words that we do not hear. Then she went around the witnesses, whispering a word or two in each ear. There was a Count and Countess from Cambrai, two people from Blain, mother Jahenny, and at the door, the envoy of the Archbishop of Tours, who, having reached the final part, took a chair placed in the kitchen but in front of the entrance of the room, the cross was placed on him as the others. After this scene so striking, Marie-Julie again commences her path by beating the floor with her knees.  Soon she is exhausted, she falls like the first time by hitting the floor with her forehead and her elbows, and reproducing the sound that I mentioned earlier. Prostrated with face against the ground, she begins to pour forth the overflowing love from her heart to her Beloved Jesus, she welcomes the cross as the source of all consolation. Then, casting a glance at all the human race, she said that man as a child does not like the cross, in his youth he rejects it, in his old age he takes it. Happy old age that prepares for a happy eternity. Now she throws a glance at the present time.


There is no more respect,” she says, “for God or his ministers on earth. The sacrileges, blasphemies, the violations of Sunday is what covers the earth.” Then, in a voice more vibrant than ever, remarks to sinners: “Listen, sinners, how long will you remain in this terrible state?”

Soon the stigmatist turns the eyes of the soul from the multitude of sinners who are trembling, and she considers the just. Unfortunately, she still finds great errors:

They want to suffer,” she cries, “but they always want to choose their cross. They murmur when they receive it arbitrarily from the hand of Jesus, or they take away the crucifix, and it is only the wood of the cross. O what a perverse doctrine,” she said, “and yet a so common doctrine! They buy a luxurious crucifix that they show but is not in the heart.


All these ideas are developed with ease and admirable diction. So she teaches devotion to the cross, the source of blessings, comfort, delectable fragrance. She teaches special devotion to the Pain (I.e. Wound) in the Shoulder. She herself has this devotion and draws great graces. Then she quotes a very effective prayer for relief. Here it is, at least in substance:


Jesus, O loving, O sweet Lamb it is I who have caused this Pain in the Shoulder, however in the name of that pain, give me Your favour.”




Then, to excite the ardour of love for the cross, she said that Jesus asks and seeks souls in love with the cross. Suddenly, in the momentum carried away by love, she said in a voice that would draw tears:

O Jesus, O my Beloved, O my dear Lord, here I am, take me. After the victim of the Sacred Heart, I am the victim of the cross. Make me suffer, crucify me, miserable sinner. At the foot of the cross I learned everything, that is where I live and die.”


All this takes about half an hour, after which the stigmatist is recovering slowly. Her eyes are closed and again and she commences her way painfully.


As we carried crucifixes on us, from time to time the stigmatist turned to us and consoled herself with a gentle kiss on the crucifix. But this time, it was no longer the same. Already she stopped once in the presence of the envoy of the Archbishop, apparently to ask him something. He not knowing what to do, and having nothing to offer, remains in place. What does she ask of him? At the beginning of the ecstasy we saw a tall man enter the house, he had in his arms a big box heavy enough and laid it in a corner with a satisfied air as if he were very happy to be rid of a weight as if it were heavy. What does this mean? The man with the box says aloud:

This comes from ecclesiastical authority.”

And he wiped his forehead. Here I am in conjectures. But soon the mother of Jahenny says:

You can enter, gentlemen.”

I went in, and from that moment, I lost sight of the secret box. The stigmatist has been acquainted with the strange man about whom I have spoken, and now here she comes, still continuing her ordeal. At each step, while her chest is rising rapidly, as not to be crushed under the weight. Meanwhile, the stranger, surprised the first time, went to open the box. He took out a statue and returned to his place. The miraculous statue dated from the 13th century. It was hidden during the Revolution, it was discovered recently and sent today to La Fraudais.





At the moment which I speak of, the stranger, sitting outside the door of the room, holding the statue, a foot and a half or two feet high. What will Marie-Julie do? Her eyes are closed, will she sense the miraculous statue? She turns away, she advances, she arrives. Her knees hitting against the door, she moves her head and can not get up at the door, throws her whole body forward without worrying about the laws of balance and with a visible joy, with a smile of happiness, she places her lips on the feet, hands, the face of the statue of Mary.


Here, there is no slowness, it is with the vivacity of a great joy that she places all her kisses all over the miraculous image. Then, extending her arms, she pressed it against her chest, carries it from the arms of this unknown layman, lays down painfully on the top of the threshold, coming towards us on her knees, supporting the miraculous statue, and in front of us Marie-Julie, carried away by the rapture of ecstasy, opens her eyes and reads in the sky:

Good Mother, dear Mother,” she said softly, and she covers it with kisses.

Suddenly she addressed us again, the priests. She said to Father Le Golf while holding the statue:


You will have unspeakable joy and consolation,” and so on.

To Father Bihan, she gives the cross and said a few words. Then with her two arms (opened) in the space, she whispered:

Another cross, another cross.”

I placed one in her hand. And then she turns to me. We are on our knees, one vis-à-vis the other. I see the pupils of her eyes, fixed in the sky, her face elongated, her lips parted. She comes down to (see) me and said:

Here is a cross, keep it. You will have a hard (or great) need of it.”


After these words, she takes up her cross, and continues her silent march in the sorrowful way. The statue is placed in the middle of the room and everyone returns to his place. A few minutes later, Marie-Julie falls for the third time and in the same way as before. The cross fell to her side. In this state, the right cheek and the corner of the mouth being placed on the floor. Marie-Julie starts a third prayer that is about twenty minutes. Her voice remains strong, free and sound.


However towards the end, we feel that her throat is a little tired. This prayer was the most beautiful of all. It brought tears to all present, and even I saw one that was not only crying but sobbing. Unfortunately, I am no longer able to follow it. It begins by acknowledging the cross, Jesus testifies to His beloved, the joy she feels when arriving at Calvary, and asked to be attached to the cross. So, St Thomas, St John Chrysostom come to her in her vision. She thanked them for what they have instructed every day, she, miserable sinner, a real Magdalene. St Francis of Assisi is also present.
She greets him with an increase in happiness. She calls him the seraph of heaven, reminds him of the swallow his sister, brother wolf, etc..

Then it is ourselves, the three Breton priests she sees in her ecstasy.


I beg you, O God, for the three Breton priests who are present here. I see their souls as white doves amid a sea of love. Around each of them, there are other small doves flutter around: they are the souls led by them.”

And further, she said:

There are among us a Brother who wears a cross in his heart and this cross prevents him from accomplishing all the good his soul wants, O my Beloved, give me some of his crosses, I want to bear them. Give them to me, to me,miserable sinner. However, my God, that Your Will be done. It is sweet to suffer with an entire resignation to the holy will of God.”

After the prayer, Marie-Julie rises. She is ravished with delight. She extends her arms and bloody hands and turns to the east. She told God to make her suffer every kind of torment, of crucifixion on the tree of the cross, and suddenly she fell backwards, like a piece of board that falls, she places her arms in a cross, places the right foot on the sole of her left foot and remains in that position for an hour and a half. This is the crucifixion, Jesus on the cross, the last ecstasy before the mystical death. Right now, we are all on our knees to recite five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys.

We may talk quietly among ourselves. One of the strangers present is told that if we wanted to raise her now, she would rise all in one “piece”, because her members are no longer flexible. We did not dare to try. But I bent over the opening of several small wounds. It is at this point that religious objects that we have are placed on her chest. We place crosses, medals and pictures and every time we lay something, each time we saw the lips of Marie-Julie stir. It is said that during this ecstasy, she asks the blessing of heaven to some objects placed on her chest.


Returning to the stigmatist. All the while, she does not move no more than a statue would, lying on her back and arms outstretched. She is also very quiet. After half an hour, a small sweet and very melodious voice is heard. This is the stigmatist herself singing a song or a hymn. In her ecstasy, she composes words, air (melody) and measure (beat / time) and sings in a heavenly voice as if she wanted to be in unison with the Angels. The first song is on the tone of the Te Deum. This is the refrain: "My sweet Jesus, I am dying of regret for not being able to die." The second song begins with these words: "My Beloved, etc.." Both express sublime ideas set out very simply and always teaches love of the cross. After the hymns she starts to pray quietly. From time to time, we give the cross to kiss, one time she asked for the Ecce Homo.


Finally after an hour and a quarter, something extraordinary takes place in her. Her chest swells, gathers together and moves convulsively, as if it were ploughed by a dagger. We think we hear a “dry” sound, similar to that of bones that break, at the same time an indescribable air of suffering is spreading like a flash the whole person of the stigmatized. All this takes about a minute and everything falls into silence. The feet of Marie-Julie is no longer one over the other, the arms fall along the body, the hands are cold. It is, I am told, the mystical death and that death should last about ten minutes. The contortions we have just come to see are from the spear she mystically receives. She must now endure excruciating pain. After seven to eight minutes, she wakes up. Death is conquered, it is a resurrection. Marie-Julie gets up, she in delight, sees her Beloved and He speaks, I think her hands are clasped at that moment.


Beautiful Paradise, beautiful heaven that you are to be desired! O Jesus, my immortal soul suffers in prison. She wishes to fly,” etc.. “The prison is already rotten, it crumbles to dust. One link connects me to it. O my Jesus, my Jesus, cut, cut here. I want to fly in the eternal splendor! ... She kisses the cross! “My Beloved tells me that the way will close and my prayers are answered. Oh! thank you, my Jesus, thank you, my Beloved, take me … I see the Virgin Mary at the foot of the eternal throne ...”

But meanwhile the vision disappeared a little more. It was not the flood of supernatural light that flooded earlier, this is only a twilight that is still low.

O my Mother,” exclaimed the stigmatized, clasping her hands to the sky, “take me.”

Then she goes before her, she seems carried away by the vision.

Good Mother,” she said at last in a tearful voice, “take me! Oh! Take me.”


The mother of Marie-Julie was there, ready. She extended her arms to support her daughter and sat her on a chair placed at the end of the bed. The ecstasy was over at quarter past five and a half or five hours in the evening. Immediately, we want to (examine) her.

No,” said the mother, she is too tired and she was truly breathless. After five or six minutes, she was delivered, and all three we are fortunate to form a circle around her and her mother. Her sister was also there, ready to serve as an interpreter for Marie-Julie. Sitting in her chair, the stigmatist was all changed. Her face, instead of being elongated, had become quite round. She received us with candour, softness, ease, confidence high. A very kind smile was always on her lips, but as she talked, her eyes were still cast down. It was not the same when a woman or a child approached. We gave each an image.

Oh! thank you, good little father.”

I think this is the term for the priest in patois. In turn, she gives everyone, two nice little pictures and a small crucifix. We affirm the promises we made each other. And finally, we parted, heart flooded with joy.


This is my visit to Fraudais. As such, it has the supernatural does it? Yes, certainly. Doubt is not even possible for anyone who has seen with his eyes. Is the supernatural (events here) divine or simply evil? I hope that the Church would later say. (Note: The Bishop of Nantes later declared the stigmatic events were not fraudulent but authentic.) I know that the devil has his stigmatists or at least something similar. I know that the devil had what I would call many mater dolorosa. But here everything is at once: The stigmata is the most beautiful we have ever seen, the rapture, ecstasy, abstinence, the diabolical attack, the excellent doctrine. Everything grows towards the good, and nothing is evil, nothing, absolutely nothing. For me personally, I strongly believe in the supernatural divine.” (i.e., that these events are of a divine nature.)

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Note: In the book “We Are Warned” the witness who recorded this event is described 'unknown', however, judging from the previous text which took place the day before this account, the witness must be Abbé Gouron as he said he would come the next day, Thursday, and those who were with him such as Abbé Golf, are mentioned again in this text dated November 8. This text also starts with “We returned to La Fraudais”, so it is clear this text must have also been written by Abbé Gouron.


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