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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Monday 20 November 2017

#94 An Account of Marie-Julie Jahenny during an Ecstasy by Abbé Gouron - Lessons on the Importance of Prayer


Eyewitness account by Abbé Gouron: An unknown martyr comes to visit: St. Grelut – The Necessity of Prayer, Especially Mental Prayer – Mental Prayer Bread of the Soul – Which Type of Mental Prayer is More Pleasing to God



Ecstasy date November 6, 1878.


We are three travel companions: Father Le Golf, vicar of Plougoumelen, Father Bihan, vicar of Mériadec and I. On Wednesday, November 6, 1878, we took the train to St. Anne. The next day we were walking towards Fraudais, a small country village, famous for the presence of the stigmatized Marie-Julie ... We are in the mud of a dirty road that leads directly into the hamlet so desired.


We entered, it was on Thursday evening about half past one. A young peasant came to receive us, and her first word is this: "We do not accept strangers on Thursday."

Her mother, a woman of 60 years, came out of a room, she considered us and repeated the same refusal. However, we said we came from afar to attend the ecstasy today.

That does not matter,” she replied, “we can not accept visits on Friday.”

Then after a moment's reflection, she says:

Where are you from?”

We are from the vicinity of Sainte-Anne d'Auray.”

At the name of Saint Anne, there is a comforting smile on all their faces:

So you who have written from Sainte-Anne Auray?”

Yes, ma'am.”

We do not accept strangers on Thursdays, however, enter.”

And the door to the room opens. We are in a sanctuary. Vis-à-vis from the door in the end of the room, there is a bed, and on the bed, there was lying on their back, a person of 28 years. Although fully clothed, she was under blankets that were folded up to her chest to leave her arms out. Her hands were joined to hold and tighten two crucifixes with a few wild flowers, if the flowers were natural or not, I do not know. Her head rested gently on a pillow, and her eyes remained closed as in ecstatic sleep. From the first glance, I saw very well the crown of thorns and the stigmata of her hands. She was there, speaking in a slow voice, accentuated and strong enough. Beside her in the casing of the window was a man bent over a hand(ful) of paper: He wrote with all the speed of his fingers, the words that fell from the lips of the stigmatist. This scribe is an old notary from Nantes who, like Clement Brentano, left everything to gather the visions and revelations of Marie-Julie.


(Note: Clemens Brentano was a German author who set aside his career to record the famous biblical revelations of Bl.. Catherine Emmerich.)


The noise of us as we sat in chairs, passed completely unnoticed. The ecstatic saw and heard nothing. So finally, we gave her ear. For three hours, Monsieur Charbonnier, the former notary wrote what was dictated by the young person. But as we were forbidden to take notes, I can only remember the main ideas that I will try to coordinate (reproduce) here.


First, she spoke of a Saint and this Saint would be there before the eyes of her soul, dictating what she had to say. At the time of our entrance, she said:

Your name, O Saint, is difficult to pronounce.”

My name is Grelut,” said the Saint.

Here, as at the end of each sentence, the stigmatist experienced a very pronounced chest movement as if to breathe in the Holy Spirit. Then she continued:

It was,” he said (St. Grelut), “during the great persecution. I was lying on iron bars. They had put under my body hot coals, they also put them equally on top, so I was locked in fire, as in a tomb. Never,” said the Saint, “did I spend a day so delectable! The next day I was tied to a pole topped with iron spikes. They bound me with small bands covered with sharp points. They opened my chest with a sharp cutting instrument, and they introduced flaming coals by this wide opening that they reclosed by means of strips, the hour of my deliverance was at hand,” says the Saint. “My body was thrown into the river and my soul flew to heaven.”


Then comes a beautiful description of heaven, it is impossible to reproduce.

After this historical vision, Marie-Julie was silent for three or four minutes. Then, as if waking up, she breathed strongly and spoke on another topic.

I see,” she says, “the Holy Spirit descending from heaven. I see Him resemble a dove. He says 'I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. I come to spread on the earth a spirit of love, a spirit of truth, knowledge, wisdom. Let us rest a moment in the Heart of Our Lord before entering the Holy Novitiate in the love and the splendours of God.'


While waiting for the continuation, we chat among ourselves. I remember also that she is in the 13th degree of her novitiate. (I.e. The Holy Novitiate of the Cross). It is the mystic ladder that she climbs gradually as she advances in holiness. This ladder is only 14 degrees, Jesus walked the 14 degrees Himself since there are 14 stations in the Stations of the Cross. So when she has mounted the 14th, her novitiate is completed and she will enter eternal splendour. Louise Lateau also journeys (spiritually) on the same mystical ladder and it is said she was some time ago in the fifth degree.


(Note: Ann Louis Lateau was a Belgian mystic and stigmatist. 1850-1883. She has been officially declared a “Servant of God” and her cause for beatification was opened in 1991.)


This is the awakening, we listen: here she (Marie-Julie) talks about the mystic study, that is to say the highest part of theology that St. Thomas, St. Therese, Saint Francis de Sales have cultivated so much. After a magnificent preamble in which the words dictated show that the Holy Spirit speaks for Itself, It addresses the prayer of the soul, that is to say one of the most sublime parts of the mystical divine.


The soul,” says the Holy Spirit, “needs to pray. Its prayer ascends to God as a pleasant fragrance. God hears and immediately there descends upon this soul a heavenly dew which penetrates, moistens it and fragrances it. Strengthened by these graces, the soul ascends to God. Its prayer rises to the throne of the Eternal, and there, turns into thousands of little pearls. In the middle of each of these little gems is the object of the prayer. God hears and causes to descend on (the soul) a great pearl full of the riches and divine grandeurs. This large pearl penetrates the soul and fills it with virtues. The soul in this state lives only for God and, like its Beloved, is eager to carry His cross. Oh! They are happy to suffer on earth,” says the Holy Spirit.


Then, with admirable developments, she shows the immortal soul, taking her cross by communication with her body all the effects of this carrying of the cross. First come the stigmata, then the delivery of all the corporal necessities of the cross. “I see,” she said, “the pipes that accept their refreshment.”

(Note: “Pipes”? Strange expression that I am unable to translate from the French. Could be a reference to 'conduits', i.e. the sources of grace that come from the Cross.)

Finally, demonstrating the cross became the only consolation, the only hope, happiness of the soul and body. Then she exclaimed:

"How happy we are to suffer on earth. The Cross, said the Holy Spirit is the pledge of love that the Spouse gives to His spouse. The Holy Spirit told me that the work of high contemplation is much more tiring than the work of all the earth, we need to relax a moment."


Then she was silent for about five minutes. Suddenly we see her chest rise, breathing strongly and she recommences as follows:

The Holy Spirit reminds me right now with a very short word about mental prayer. Mental prayer is the bread of the soul, the fortress of the soul. 'Three things are absolutely necessary,' He said, 'He, God, to make mental prayer. The first, that the soul penetrates this thought; that it speaks to its God, its sovereign, its Creator, Redeemer, and that it is detached from all exterior objects, it forgets all to move in God.'” Then he said, the Holy Spirit, 'It (the soul) must have a great uprightness (purity) of intention, a calm and untroubled mind, it must be (abased? i.e. brought low) in its meanness and its nothingness by a sincere humility.' Then she goes on to corroborate this thought by several beautiful periods of phrases. She ended by saying: “ 'This pleases God supremely,' says the Holy Spirit.

Meanwhile, He said, He, the Holy Spirit: 'The meditation by words is less perfect than the meditation by thoughts, for certain words are sufficient to preoccupy the mind and lead it off of prayer. Just a thought to meditate for an hour or even two hours,' said the Holy Spirit 'is what the soul feeds on and advances it quickly in perfection. This is how it takes off and flies like a dove to the bosom of God.'.

At this moment, Marie-Julie was silent. The ecstasy came to an end because it was 4½. (i.e., the time of day, 4:30?) However, she raised her voice again to say that the Holy Spirit would close the way, and invited her to rest.

Then occurred the return of ecstasy. I approached the bed and I bent my head to understand the words she whispered, holding her crucifix to her lips. There she was, eyes open and the pupils fixed looking to the sky. Her tears flowed and her lips murmured against the crucifix these broken words: "My sweet Jesus, inflame me. I pray for X and X". However, the way was closed more and more, (i.e., the light by which she saw heavenly things?) she would be on the earth. So it was with an outpouring of grief and unspeakable love she whispered these words:

"Oh, still on this earth!"

Deeply impressed by this last scene, we left wishing good night to the family and telling him (we would) see him tomorrow. Before leaving that day, I still want to add one thing very remarkable, and which I myself experienced. While Marie-Julie was silent in this state I would call a sleep of ecstasy, we got up to give her our blessing. The ecstatic remained in her immobility and did not notice it. So, we wet the tip of our fingers in holy water, and we commenced. Surprising! Every blessing, she trembled without opening her eyes, but with a visible air of joy and pleasure. We repeated the experiment several times and always with the same success. This was the Thursday visit.

At five and a half, (5:30) we were in the mud, coming painfully to Blain, but the heart was happy.”

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Saturday 18 November 2017

#93 Our Lady Visits – She Speaks on the Holy Novitiate of the Cross – A Preparation for Great Things to Come


Ecstasy date November 5, (1878?)

Our Lady: “It is I, my children, I come to say a word before entrance to the Holy Novitiate. My Son loves to open His inscrutable designs and He will judge all. He opened all the ways of God. Now He is going to manifest His powerful glory. Men have arrived at their last resources. They have exhausted the deepest sources, by the invention, by slander, by jealousy, because they wanted to beat all, judge everything, see everything for themselves, by their very humanity. (I.e. see everything only from a human viewpoint.)


My children, they used the Goodness and Mercy of my Divine Son to offend Him, to invent dreadful lies. Well they are at the end, their spirit can not invent something else, now! My children, when the terrible opposition of these souls will stop and rest, that is when my Divine Son will work powerfully.


My children, this way of the Holy Cross, the novitiate of love was opened by my Divine Son for a great cause, a great glory, to manifest His divine miracles, (i.e. the prophetic mission entrusted to Marie-Julie Jahenny) ... This path will be understood by the chosen souls that my Divine Son has called to His service.


Walk safe, my children, at the foot of the Cross there is a foyer of peace for all children of the Cross, it is a shelter here ... Dear children, I bless you, courage, keep your peace! ...”

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Wednesday 15 November 2017

#92 St. Paulinus of Trier - How to Attain a Pure Love for God – Love for the Cross – Pride Mars this Pure Love



Ecstasy date November 4, 1878

I am St. Paulinus, Bishop and Martyr of Trier. Here is the cause of my glorious martyrdom: Our Lord favoured me the gifts of His love. I had to endure dreadful discontent, jealousy and persecution because I was loved and favoured by heaven with His gifts. I persevered for several years under the burden of the worst fears on the part of my brothers and also a few sisters. At the same time the persecution broke out and the Hand of God was laid heavily on the earth as It is still ready to do so today. I was exposed to cruel judges who served the emperors. I was ordered to recant and renounce my faith in God and my priesthood.


Immediately I took to words and I said, "This is my body. Dispose of my life, do what you please. I will die a Christian, in my priesthood." I was then put to torture. I was cruelly stoned. Then my body was ground in a type of instrument that (represented) a round millstone and (was) of heavy iron. I was crushed. Then the executioner ordered (them) to throw in under this wheel my tattered flesh, broken and mutilated. My mutilated body was rescued by a few noble souls who also gave way to the fury of the barbarians. My broken flesh was laid to rest in consecrated ground.


Now a word on behalf of Our Lord.


How the love of God is stronger when we know that we can only love God alone and in His Holy Cross! This love does not mix with human love, with the love of the creature that is nothing but a love without value, without merit and without profit. Is the love of the world pure? Is it without mixture?

No, it is all mixed up with imperfections or lacks of perfect savour. The love of God makes man generous. He alone makes it stronger than any army of a king consisting of thousands of soldiers because the love of God is God Himself. It is He alone that fortifies man and gives him a wealth of strength to overcome all and to win the greatest victory.

Where (do we) drink the love of God, except in the Sacred Source of the Power of God? It can not be drunk in the minds of creatures or the conversation of humans. May it be found in their beautiful language? According to St. Chrysostom, in this golden language? No, it is only found in true humility, pure charity, in pure perfection. This is where you find the pure love of God.

Is the Love of God always in agreement with the conversation of creatures, talking about everything? No, love agrees only in the purely divine conversation of God. This is where you will find this union of agreement between Love and the conversation of human beings. It is on the Goodness of God. To taste this pure love and to find the depths of His riches, keep a silent respect, prefer to be removed in solitude. This is where the soul can hear the lessons of God's Love.


Does the Love of God enter by the door of the human conversation on the earth? No, it comes through the door of silence and quiet solitude. But often, many Christians do not think about opening that door. Or they leave it closed by the occupation of this great conversation, of love disturbed, human love, love that degrades the house of the soul, a love which narrows the scope of the heart, love that too often produces storms in the mind, soul and heart.


The love of the Holy Cross is mixed with the Love of God. They are strengthened both at once. But many have this love of the Cross and in the middle of this love, the seed of pride still exists. Love of the Cross is then neither in the soul nor in the heart, as it does not reign where the seed of pride is not faded, torn and scattered. There must be very serious attention and careful reflection paid to this love of the Cross. This love is strong, it is powerful. But it has wings. Once (there is) a thought of vanity or pride, as soon as they have the thought that they believe they are something, as soon as they are happy to be honoured, this love opens its wings and takes flight, it remains suspended. Then the germ of pride invades the home of the love of the Cross. It spreads thick smoke, and in this thick smoke, pride leaps, extends and is master of a property it acquired by the love of the mind that feels very capable and very powerful, for love of the thought that they believe themselves capable of great things, for the love of the flesh that they feel (to be of) great value. This is what gives a wide scope to the fatal pride that eats away, which degrades, which wastes away. However, today, is the great kingdom, it is the great triumph. (Pride?) Many say they are humble with their mouth but deep down they think otherwise!


Courage and Hope, Friends of the Cross. Our Lord has given you this beautiful portion, but for a time, for here the mind of God is written clearly. The first that bear the burden of My Cross will feel a deep heaviness. But the next, upon which must fall this overwhelming burden, will feel a weight three times heavier than the first to whom it was originally given and who bore it with courage. This is what is written in the mind of God, at the entrance to this new degree. Courage! Your portion has been painful but the reward will be glorious. I will pray for you ...”

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Notes: St. Paulinus of Trier, Germany was born in Gascony. He accompanied St. Maximinus to Trier and succeeded him as bishop in 349 AD. He was a staunch supporter of St. Athanasius, the great Doctor of the Church who denounced the Arian heresy that denied the divinity of Christ. This terrible heresy was condemned by the Council of Nicaea in 325. But the persecution of faithful Catholics continued. Saint Paulinus was exiled by the Arian Emperor Constantius to Phrygia in 355 AD where he died. Feast Day August 31. (Not to be confused with St. Paulinus of Nola 353-431 AD.)

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Tuesday 14 November 2017

#91 St. Distérique – God's Love for Us – Sufferings Grant us Merits - God Consoles – God Controls All


Ecstasy of October 29, 1878

I am Saint Distérique, bishop and martyr for the cause of the Holy Religion, and for supporting the Holy Church, Mother of us all. I was struck hard on all parts of the body ... I was then laid on a rack and struck again terribly. I received like Our Lord the blow of the spear from the hands of my tormentors. I was left lying in my blood on the pavement waiting for some kind souls to give burial to my body …


Now, a word on behalf of Our Lord.


Oh! How the love of Our Lord is strong! How sweet it is, when you taste It with submission. Love gives life to souls. Love adorns the heart with the Divine warmth and delectable tenderness. What can make you fear when you have the love of Christ? ... But know this well, on the earth all men suffer. They are overwhelmed with pain and sorrow. But the merits of this portion is so great, so perfect and noble in the eyes of the Good Lord! It is why He visits us lovingly with His pains and His sorrows when we are agreeable (open) to Him ...


On earth there are souls who enjoy the happiness of consolation, there are others that seem abandoned and are not subject to any charity, it seems. Our Lord regards this contempt as a great and culpable indignity because He Himself loves all souls, because to Him they are all infinitely precious. (i.e. it is an indignity againt the virtue of charity to not be a source of Christian comfort). Our Lord also wants, sometimes, wishes Himself to be the consoling Father of these souls. That is why He wants them to have no consolation, no assurance, no light from men. (i.e. sometimes souls are allowed to be left with no earthly consolation because God Himself wishes to be their consolation.)


Our adorable Lord has all power, all grandness. He can do whatever He wants and everything He does is very powerful. All men together are unable to make the smallest part of what God does Himself. They seem to touch upon it but they are very, very far. That is why all that God made, everything that He commands is resistant to men and will resist them by a powerful force. However, there is to be found on the earth souls who seem to want to blame God and want to order Him (around)! What is the word of man, the creature? It is a breath before the wind ... Our adorable Lord needs neither advice nor powers, nor permission of creatures, to do what He wants. This is why we must submit and without passing judgement. (i.e submit to His will in all things). God does what He wants ... All who suffer for the glory of His name will one day be richly rewarded and recompensed ...”


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Note: St. Distérique apparently is a previously unknown saint. There are no details about his life in the general biographies of the saints, and Internet searches have not turned up anything, including searches with exchanged letters and attempts to Latinize the name.

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Thursday 9 November 2017

#90 St. Vitus – You Are Not Alone – A Warning About Those Who Place All Their Trust in Science without God


St. Vitus visits Marie-Julie Jahenny and corrects details about his Martydom – Every Christian is a martyr either by blood or by suffering – God Guides the soul: you are not alone or abandoned, even when priests seem indifferent – Unbelief in the Divine Tenderness a sign of a lack of Faith – Without Faith Man cannot make any progress whatsoever or make a single act pleasing to God – A Warning about those who place all their trust in Science alone.





Ecstasy date October 28, 1878


I am St. Vitus, brother of St. Modestus, Martyr. I was tortured at a time when Christian blood flowed so abundantly at the hands of barbarian emperors who made so many martyrs and who made the Holy Religion and the Holy Church suffer. I fell under their treacherous hands. I did not run away. I waited quietly for the hour of my martyrdom without fear. Nothing moved me.



I was martyred for having supported firmly and with faith the Sacraments instituted by Our Lord. For this reason I shed my blood. The Emperor was angry, cursed and condemned all that God had established. I supported with strength and courage the infallibility of my God. I was stabbed, stoned and torn. My whole body was in tatters. My arms and chest were bare and without fear, without regret and without losing courage, I could contemplate with my mortal eyes, my flesh all torn to shreds. My torturer ordered them to cut off my head. The order was executed. But I kept my eyes open and alive though my body was separated from my head. I saw with my mortal eyes, all the torments that they made my body suffer. I saw my flesh thrown in pieces on the blood-covered paving stones. I saw, until the end, the last shred of my flesh before my eyes closed forever. Nothing could turn my eyes, nothing could close my eyes before the hour of the Lord had arrived … (I.e. miraculously, his head was kept alive until God decided the moment of death.)


Now a word on behalf of Our Lord.


Oh! How we carry in our hearts a valuable field and a garden enriched with the most heavenly gifts! This field, this garden, is the soul of a brother Christian or sister Christian. Our Lord designates every Christian a martyr on earth, not one martyr is the same. God wants from some their blood and the others a martyrdom of suffering, anxiety and depression. But what should make us rejoice on earth is that we exist by the Divine Will and that we are planted on earth of the Lord to be made fruitful in the holy virtues (that are so ) necessary.

Our adorable Lord gives us all, from the heights of Heaven, a thread to His most Divine Tenderness. It is through this thread that God directs us, to make us walk and lead us. When people say 'I walk alone on earth', no, dear brothers, you do not walk alone! The thread of the immense love of God and His love leads you, guides you and follows you everywhere. No one walks alone. Every soul has this thread of love to guide and direct. Our Lord, from the height of Heaven, is our driver and our guide. The heart and the power of man are small compared to the immense power of God. The heart of man is good. It is generous, sensitive. But none of this goodness, nor his feelings, nor his mercies, come close to the Divine Heart of Our Heavenly Father as He is good, as He is tender, as He is full of love! Do not consider yourself as being on the earth alone, neglected and abandoned. If a pastor moves away and seems to be indifferent to some of his sheep, will the Divine Shepherd of souls leave it there? No, He collects it, He caresses it, He consoles it. Why is this pastor (I.e. priest / religious) indifferent? He has, in his heart, a ray in which lives and reigns charity, where it stays and grows. But love has faded, collapsed with sorrow. A vein in in his heart broke and it is perhaps most necessary for himself and for his own good and for his graces.


God is not indifferent. God wants the pastor to love all the sheep of His flock, because God is not indifferent. He protects it, He retains the ungodly, He gives him all His goods. He makes to grow in his field that (which) grows in the field of Christian faithful. God is just and He announces this justice to all the hearts on earth. Let us live His justice! Let us imitate His love! (I.e. by being kind to those who are evil as well as with those who are good as God does). You, brothers of the Cross, who are called on earth to bear the immense treasures of God's blessings, these treasures, it is the cross that the Lord gives you. You are not crushed. You do not even feel the weight because you are called to bear the burden, you are counted as His true disciples. That is why the burden is light. The soul that is not required to bear the burden is crushed, it is in anguish because it is not required to enter the home of the chosen disciples of the Lord.

(An interpretation: since St. Vitus points out that God is good to the evil as well as to the just, this is the 'burden' and the cross spoken of in this passage, for Christ's disciples are known by love for one another, loving enemies and doing good to those who persecute them. Those who are not Christ's disciples, possibly indicated by the phrase 'the soul not required to bear the burden', cannot understand this and therefore are crushed under the burden of the cross. It is not a source of treasure for them but confusion. They cannot understand the 'Gospel of Suffering', or how a 'tender and loving God' could allow suffering, and this becomes the reason for their lack of Faith, as we see in the following paragraphs)


St. Vitus: The path of our life on earth, which seems so painful, so sorrowful and sometimes so dark in the eyes of our body, is, by the eyes of our soul, filled with stars and lights. It is brighter than the day in summer, illuminated by the sun.

There is on earth, many souls who do not believe these Divine tenderness and Divine kindnesses. These souls have a Faith so weak that if they had to enter the depths of their souls, we find that pale ray of the Faith nearly wiped out, almost consumed with desires and incredulous thoughts produced by this lack of Faith and confidence. It is the lack of Faith, it is Faith eroded, it Faith tarnished and extinguished by a hardened and rebellious mind that makes them believe that the Faith does not (lead to) progress in the life of man.

Without faith, it is forbidden for man to progress, (even make) a single act pleasing to God. Faith is the treasure. The lack of Faith is a dark hell. There are incredulous minds that shape in the mind of man the idea that God does not really exist in all His power or that He uses His power in the sun, the stars or anything else. They make them believe that God, existing in both parties, the sun and stars, no longer exists on earth or in power. It is all in these two objects. 

  (i.e. a reference to atheistic 'men of science' who disbelieve in God and turn only to that which they can see, like the study of physics, cosmology, the search for knowledge, that the universe and everything in it like the sun and moon created themselves according to 'natural laws', but that there is no God, etc. ... As St. Vitus reminded us: WE ARE NOT ALONE: there is a God! To think we are alone in this universe is dangerous to our salvation. See the quote below by the infamous English occultist and magician Aleister Crowley, inventor of the 'Thelema' occult religion that inspired the infamous occult 'Spirit Cooking' performance art rituals presented by Marina Abramovic.)





St. Vitus: What nonsense! What lightness! What madness! Since God is everywhere at once! Carry your cross and follow the path of death that is established on this earth. In leaving this earth, we enter into life. The crosses are so precious, they are so rich, they contain so much love,happiness, that once the soul has entered such tenderness, you can not take it away or pull it out of the huge furnaces that you find it in. The Cross raises the soul to heaven, quickly, lightly. The cross gives the soul great benefits, huge favours, because all souls that are inflamed with this love are regarded mercifully through the Divine eyes of Our Lord. The arrival in Heaven is a joy for them. God rewards doubly when they arrive (to be with) Him forever. You who have the experience of suffering and pain of the Holy Cross, you will see, one day, if my word sent to your souls will not be full of sweetness, charms and delights in the Supreme Court of the Lord.


Now I am leaving. Courage, dear brothers and sisters of the Cross, your portion is beautiful because you have the Cross that has been the portion of all the elect, of all the Saints who reign in glory! Persevere through all times and until death! I wish you peace and courage ...”

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Notes: St. Vitus is also known as St. Guy. His feast day is celebrated June 15 with St. Crescentia and St. Modestus. According to tradition, these saints were Sicilians, St. Vitus is described as a child, St. Crescentia his nurse, and St. Modestus her husband. St. Vitus is patron of those who suffer epilepsy. He was martyred during the persecution of Diocletian in 303, in Lucania (Southern Italy).

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