Jesus Appears to His Mother.

Jesus Appears to His Mother.

Mary is prostrated with Her face on the floor. She looks like a poor wretch. She looks like that

withered flower of which She has spoken.

The closed window is opened with a violent banging of the heavy shutters, and with the first ray of

the sun, Jesus enters.



Mary, Who has been shaken by the noise and has raised Her head to see which wind has opened the

shutters, sees Her radiant Son: handsome, infinitely more handsome than He was before suffering,

smiling, lively, brighter than the sun, dressed in a white garment that seems woven light, and Who

is advancing towards Her.



She straightens Herself up on Her knees and crossing Her hands on Her breast, She says with a sob

that is joy and grief: «Lord, My God». And She remains thus, enraptured in contemplating Him,

with Her face all washed by tears, but made serene, pacified by His smile and by the ecstasy.

2But He does not want to see His Mother on Her knees, like a servant. And He calls Her, stretching

out His hands, from the wounds of which emanate rays that make His glorious Flesh even brighter:

«Mother! » But it is not the sorrowful word of the conversations and the farewells before His

Passion, or the heart-rending lament of the meeting on Calvary and of the agony. It is a cry of

triumph, of joy, of freedom, of rejoicing, of love, of gratitude. And He bends over His Mother, Who

dare not touch Him, and He places His hands under Her bent elbows, and He lifts Her up, He

presses Her to His Heart and kisses Her.



Oh! Mary realises then that it is not a vision, that it is Her Son Who has really risen, that it is Her

Jesus, the Son Who still loves Her as a Son. And with a cry, She flings Her arms round His neck,

and She embraces and kisses Him, laughing in Her weeping. She kisses His Forehead, where there

are no longer any wounds, His Head no longer unkempt and bloody, His shining Eyes, His healed

Cheeks, His Mouth no longer swollen. She then takes His Hands and kisses their backs and palms,

their radiant wounds, and She suddenly bends down to His Feet and uncovers them from under His

bright garment and kisses them. Then She stands up, looks at Him, but dare not.



But He smiles and understands. He uncovers His chest a little and says: «And this one, Mother, are

You not kissing it, this one that grieved You so much and that You alone are worthy to kiss? Kiss

My Heart, Mother. Your kiss will cancel the last remembrance of what is sorrowful and will give

Me that joy, which My Joy of having risen from the dead still lacks.» And He takes the face of His

Mother in His Hands and He lays Her lips on the lips of the wound of His Chest, from which

streams of a very bright light are flowing.



Mary's face is haloed by that light, flooded as it is with its beams. She kisses and kisses, while Jesus

caresses Her. She never tires kissing. She looks like a thirsty woman whose mouth is attached to a

fountain and who drinks from it the life that was escaping her.



Jesus speaks now.

«It is all over, Mother. You no longer have to weep over Your Son. The trial is over. Redemption

has taken place.

Mother, thanks for conceiving Me, for bringing Me up, for helping Me in life and in death.

I heard Your prayers come to Me. They have been My strength in My grief, My companions in My

journey on the Earth and beyond the Earth. They came with Me on the Cross and to Limbo. They

were the incense that preceded the Pontiff, Who was going to call His servants and take them to the

temple that does not die: to My Heaven. They have come with Me to Paradise, preceding, like an

angelical voice, the procession of the redeemed led by the Redeemer, so that the angels should be

ready to greet the Conqueror, Who was returning to His Kingdom. They have been seen and heard

by the Father and by the Spirit, Who smiled at them, as if they were the most beautiful flower and

the sweetest song born in Paradise. They have been recognised by the Patriarchs and by the new

Saints, by the new, first, citizens of My Jerusalem, and I bring You their thanks, Mother, together

with the kisses of their relatives, with their blessings and with that of Joseph, the spouse of Your

soul.



The whole of Heaven sings its hosanna to You, Mother, Holy Mother! A hosanna that does not die,

that is not a false one like the one given to Me a few days ago.

4I will now go to the Father in My human appearance. Paradise must see the Conqueror in His

appearance of Man, by means of which He defeated the Sin of Man. But I will come again. I must

confirm in the Faith those who do not yet believe and are in need to believe to lead the others to

believe, I must fortify the pusillanimous ones who will need so much strength to resist the world.



Then I will ascend to Heaven. But I will not leave You alone, Mother, can You see that veil? In My

annihilation, I still exhaled the power of miracle on Your behalf, to give You that comfort. But for

You I will work another miracle. You will have Me, in the Sacrament, as real as when You carried

Me.



You will never be alone. But these past days You have been alone. But also that sorrow of Yours

was required for My Redemption. Much is continuously to be added to Redemption, because much

will be continuously created in the way of Sin. I will call all My servants to this redeeming

participation. You are the one who by Yourself will do more than all the others together. But also

this long abandonment was required.



Now no longer so. I am no longer separated from the Father. You will no longer be separated from

Your Son. And, by having Your Son, You have our Trinity. A living Heaven, You will bring the

Trinity to men on the Earth, and You will sanctify the Church, You, Queen of the Priesthood and

Mother of the Christians.



Then I will come to get You. And no longer shall I be in You, but You will be in Me, in My

Kingdom, to make Paradise more beautiful.

5I am going now, Mother. I am going to make the other Mary happy. Then I will ascend to the

Father. Thence I will come to those who do not believe. Mother, Your kiss as a blessing. And My

Peace to You as a companion. Goodbye.»



And Jesus disappears in the sunshine that streams down from the early morning clear sky.







The Pious Women at the Sepulchre.



The women, in the meanwhile, after leaving the house are walking close to the wall, shadows in

the shade. They are silent for some time, all muffled up and frightened in so much silence and

solitude. Then, recovering confidence seeing that the town is completely calm, they group and dare

to speak.



«Will the Gates be already open? » asks Susanna.

«Certainly. Look over there at the first market-gardener who is going in with vegetables. He is

going to the market » replies Salome.

«Will they say anything to us? » asks Susanna again.

«Who? » inquires the Magdalene.

«The soldiers, at the Judicial Gate. There... only few people are going in and even fewer are coming

out... We shall rouse suspicion....»

«So? They will look at us. They will see five women going towards the country. We could be also

people who, after celebrating Passover, are going back to their villages.»

«But... In order not to attract the attention of any malicious person, why do we not go out by

another Gate and then we can go round along the walls?...»

«We would go the long way round.»

«But we shall be safer. Let us take the Gate of the Water...»

«Oh! Salome! If I were you, I should choose the Eastern Gate! You would have to go a longer way

round! We must make haste and go back soon.» It is the Magdalene who is so resolute.

«Then another one, but not the Judicial Gate. Be good...» they all beg her.

«All right. Well, since that is what you want, let us call on Johanna. She begged me to let her know.

If we had gone straight there, we could have done without seeing her. But since you want to go a

longer way round, let us call on her...»

«Oh! yes. Also because of the guards placed there... She is well known and respected...»

«I think we should call also on Joseph of Arimathea. He is the owner of the place.»

«Why not! To avoid attracting people's attention, we will form a procession! What a timid sister I

have! Rather, do you know what, Martha? Let us do this. I will go ahead and have a look. You will

follow me with Johanna. I will stand in the middle of the road, should there be any danger, and you

will see me. And we will come back. But I can assure you that the guards, seeing this, I thought of it

(and she shows a purse full of money) will let us do everything.»



«We will tell Johanna as well. You are right.»

«Go then, and let me go.»



«Are you going all alone, Mary? I will come with you » says Martha, who is afraid for her sister.

«No. You will go with Mary of Alphaeus to Johanna's. Salome and Susanna will wait for you near

the Gate, outside the walls. And then you will all come together along the main road. Goodbye.»

And Mary Magdalene cuts other possible comments short, as she goes away quickly with her bag

full of balms and her money in her breast.



She flies, so fast she goes along the road, which is becoming more delightful in the first pink shade

of dawn. She goes in by the Judicial Gate, to be quicker. And no one stops her...

2The others watch her go, then they turn their backs to the crossroads where they were, and they

take another one, narrow and dark, which near the Sixtus opens out into a wider road, where there

are some beautiful houses. They part again, Salome and Susanna proceed along the road, while

Martha and Mary of Alphaeus knock at the iron door and show themselves at the little window

(judas-hole) half opened by the porter.



They enter and go to Johanna, who already up and all dressed in a very dark violet garment that

makes her look even paler, is preparing some oils with her nurse and a maidservant.

«Have you come? May God reward you. But, if you had not come, I should have gone by myself...

To find comfort... Because many things have remained upset after that dreadful day. And, in order

not to feel alone, I must go against that Stone and knock and say: "Master, I am poor Johanna... Do

not leave me alone, You, too..."» Johanna weeps silently but with deep desolation, while Esther, her

nurse, makes large indecipherable gestures behind the back of her mistress, while putting a mantle

on her.



«I am going, Esther.»

«May God comfort you! »

They leave the mansion house to join their companions. It is at this moment that the short but

strong earthquake takes place, creating a panic again in the people of Jerusalem, still terrorised by

the events of Friday. The three women retrace their steps precipitately, and they remain in the large

hall, among maidservants and servants who are howling and imploring the Lord, fearing new

shocks...



3...The Magdalene, instead, is just on the border of the path that takes one to the kitchen garden of

Joseph of Arimathea, when she is caught in the powerful and also harmonious roar of this heavenly

sign, while, in the faint rosy light of dawn, that is advancing in the sky, where to the west a

persistent star still resists, and that makes fair the so far greenish light, a very bright light appears

and descends like and incandescent wonderful globe, cutting the calm air in a zigzag course.

Mary of Magdala is almost grazed and thrown on the ground by it. She bends for a moment

whispering: «My Lord! » and then she straightens up like a stalk after the wind has passed by, and

she runs towards the kitchen garden even faster.



She enters it quickly, and goes towards the sepulchre in the rock as fast as a bird that is chased and

is looking for its nest. But, no matter how fast she runs, she cannot be there when the heavenly

meteor acts as a lever and as a flame on the seal of lime, placed as a reinforcement for the heavy

stone, or when with the final crash the stone door collapses, causing such a shake that joins the one

of the earthquake, which, although of a short duration, is so violent that it knocks the guards down

as if they were dead.



When Mary arrives, she sees the useless jailors of the Triumpher thrown on the ground like a sheaf

of mown corn. Mary Magdalene does not associate the earthquake with Resurrection. But looking

at the spectacle, she thinks it is a punishment of God for the desecrators of Jesus' Sepulchre, and

she falls on her knees saying: «Alas! They have stolen Him! » She is really disconsolate and weeps

like a girl who has come, being sure that she would find her father whom she was looking for, and

instead finds the house empty.



She then stands up and runs away to go to Peter and John. And as she thinks of nothing but of

informing the two, she forgets to go and meet her companions and remain on the road, but as fast as

a gazelle she goes back the road she came, she passes through the Judicial Gate, and flies through

the streets, which are a little more crowded, and she rushes against the door of the hospitable house

and knocks at it furiously. The mistress opens the door to her.



«Where are John and Peter? » asks Mary Magdalene panting.

«There » says the woman pointing at the Supper-room.

Mary of Magdala enters and as soon as she is in, standing before the two astonished men, and in her

voice, kept low out of pity for the Mother, there is more anguish than if she had shouted, she says:

«They have taken the Lord away from the Sepulchre! I wonder where they have put Him! » and for

the first time she staggers and is unsteady, and in order not to fall, she holds on whatever she can.

«What? What are you saying? » ask the two.



And panting she replies: «I went ahead... to buy the guards... so that they would let us go. They are

there like dead bodies... The Sepulchre is open, the stone is on the ground... Who? Who did it? Oh!

come! Let us run...»



Peter and John set out at once. Mary follows them for a few steps. Then she goes back. She seizes

the mistress of the house, she shakes her, violent in her far-sighted love, and she shouts in her face:

«Mind you do not let anybody go to Her (and she points at the door of Mary's room). Remember

that I am your mistress. Obey and be silent.» Then she leaves her aghast and joins the apostles, who

are striding towards the Sepulchre...



5...In the meantime Susanna and Salome, after leaving their companions and reaching the walls, are

caught in the earthquake. Frightened, they take shelter under a tree and remain there, torn between

their desire to go to the Sepulchre or to run to Johanna's. But love overcomes fear and they go

towards the Sepulchre.



They are still frightened when they enter the garden and see the senseless guards... they see a bright

light come out of the open Sepulchre. Their fright increases and reaches its climax when, holding

each other's hand to pluck up courage, they peep in from the threshold and in the dark sepulchral

cave, they see a bright most beautiful creature, that smiling kindly greets them from the place where

it is standing: leaning on the right hand side of the anointment stone, which, grey as it is, disappears

behind so much incandescent brightness. They fall on their knees, utterly astonished.



But the angel speaks to them gently: «Be not afraid of me. I am the angel of the divine Sorrow. I

have come to rejoice at its end. The sorrow of the Christ, His humiliation in death is over. Jesus of

Nazareth, the Crucified Whom you are looking for, has risen from the dead. He is no longer here!

The place where He was laid is empty. Rejoice with me. Go. Tell Peter and the disciples that He

has risen and will precede you in Galilee. You will see Him there for a short time, as He said.»

The women fall with their faces on the ground, and when they raise them, they run as if they were

chased by a punishment. They are terrorised and they whisper: «We shall die now! We have seen

the angel of the Lord! »



They calm down a little in the open country and they consult with each other. What are they to do?

If they relate what they have seen, they will not be believed. If they say where they come from, they

may be charged by the Judaeans with the murder of the guards. No. They cannot say anything to

friends or to enemies...



Fearful, dumbfounded, they go back home along a different road. They go in and take shelter in the

Supper room. They do not even ask to see Mary... And in there they think that what they have seen

is nothing but a deception of the Demon. Humble as they are, they conclude that «it is not possible

that they have been granted to see the messenger of God. It is Satan who wanted to frighten them to

send them away from there.»



They weep and pray like two little girls frightened by a nightmare...

6...The third group, that of Johanna, Mary of Alphaeus and Martha, when they see that nothing new

is happening, decides to go where their companions are certainly waiting for them. They go out into

the streets, whereby now there are frightened people, who comment on the new earthquake

connecting it with the event of Friday, and see also things which do not exist.

«It is better if they are all frightened! The guards may be so as well and will raise no objection »

says Mary of Alphaeus. And they walk fast towards the walls.



But while they are going there, Peter and John, followed by the Magdalene, have arrived at the

garden. And John, who runs faster, is the first to arrive at the Sepulchre. The guards are no longer

there. Neither is the angel there any more.



John, timid and sorrowful, kneels down at the open entrance to venerate and get some indication

from the things he sees. But he only sees, heaped on the floor, the linen cloths placed on the

Shroud. «There is really nothing, Simon! Mary has seen accurately. Come, come in, look.»

Peter, who is breathless after so much running, goes into the Sepulchre. On the way he had said: «I

will never dare to approach that place.» But now he thinks only of finding out where the Master

may be. And he calls Him also, as if He might be concealed in some dark corner.

At this early hour in the morning it is still very dark in the deep Sepulchre, which receives light

only from the opening of the entrance, where John and the Magdalene now cast a shadow... And

Peter finds it hard to see, and has to help himself with his hands to ascertain what the situation is...

He touches, trembling, the table of the anointment, and feels that it is empty...

«He is not here, John! He is not here!... Oh! come here! I have wept so much that I can hardly see in

this poor light.»



John stands up and goes in. And while he does so, Peter discovers the sudarium in a comer, folded

diligently and within it the Shroud rolled up carefully.

«They have really abducted Him. The guards were not here for us, but to do that... And we have let

them do it. By going away, we have allowed that...»

«Oh! where will they have put Him? »

«Peter, Peter! This... is really the end! »

The two disciples come out looking annihilated.

«Let us go, woman. You will tell the Mother...»



«I am not going away. I am staying here... Somebody will come... Oh! I am not coming... There is

still something of Him here. The Mother was right... To breathe the air where He was is the only

relief left to us.»



«The only relief... Now you also can see that it was nonsense to hope...» says Peter.

Mary does not even reply to him. She crouches on the ground, close to the entrance, and weeps,

while the others go away slowly.



8She then raises her head and looks inside, and through her tears she sees two angels, sitting at the

head and at the foot of the anointment stone. Poor Mary is so stupified in her fiercest struggle

between hope that is dying and faith that does not want to die, that she looks at them like one whose

mind is completely blank, without even being surprised. The strong woman, who has resisted

everything like a heroine, has nothing left but tears.



«Why are you weeping, woman? » asks one of the two shining young boys, because they look like

very beautiful adolescents.

«Because they have taken away my Lord and I do not know where they have put Him.»

Mary is not afraid to speak to them. She does not ask:. «Who are you? » Nothing. Nothing amazes

her any more. She has already suffered everything that can astonish a human being. Now she is only

a broken thing that weeps without strength or reserve.



The angelical youth looks at his companion and smiles. And so does the other. And in a flash of

angelical joy they both look outside, towards the garden all in bloom with millions of corollas that

have opened at the first sunshine on the closely planted apple-trees of the orchard.



Mary turns round to see whom they are looking at. And she sees a Man, most handsome, and I do

not know how she does not recognise Him at once. A Man Who looks at her pitifully and asks her:

«Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for? » It is true that Jesus is dimmed out of

pity for the woman, whom emotions have exhausted and who might die from sudden joy, but I

really wonder why she does not recognise Him.



And Mary sobbing says: «They have taken my Lord Jesus! I had come to embalm Him while

awaiting His resurrection... I gathered all my courage, my hope and my faith around my love... and

now I cannot find Him any more... Or rather, I put my love around faith, hope and courage to

defend them from men... but all in vain! Men have abducted my Love and with it they have

deprived me of everything... 0 my lord, if you have taken Him away, tell me where you have put

Him. And I will get Him... I will not tell anybody... It will be a secret between you and me. Look: I

am the daughter of Theophilus, Lazarus' sister, but I am on my knees before you to implore you,

like a slave. Do you want me to pay you for His Body? I will do so. How much do you want? I am

rich. I can give you as much gold and as many gems as it weighs. But give it back to me. I will not

denounce you. Do you want to strike me? Do so. Until I bleed, if you wish so. If you bear Him a

grudge, let me expiate it. But give Him back to me. Oh! don't make me wretched with this misery,

my lord! Have mercy on a poor woman!... Do you not want to do it on my behalf? Then, do it for

His Mother. Tell me! Tell me where is my Lord Jesus. I am strong. I will take Him in my arms and I

will carry Him like a child to safety. Lord... lord... you can see it... for three days we have been

struck by the wrath of God for what was done to the Son of God... Do not add Desecration to

Crime...»



«Mary! » Jesus shines in calling her. He reveals Himself in His triumphant brightness.

«Rabboni! » Mary's cry is really the «great cry » that closes the cycle of death. With the first one,

the darkness of hatred enveloped the Victim with funereal bandages; with the second, the lights of

love increased His brightness. And Mary stands up as her cry fills the garden, she rushes to Jesus'

feet and would like to kiss them.



Jesus moves her away, hardly touching her forehead with the tips of His fingers: «Do not touch Me!

I have not yet ascended to My Father in this appearance. Go to My brothers and friends, and tell

them that I am ascending to My Father and yours, to My God and yours. And then I will come to

them.» And Jesus disappears, absorbed by an unsustainable light.



Mary kisses the ground where Jesus was and she runs towards the house. She goes in like a

rocket, because the main door is half open, to let the master pass, who is going to the fountain; she

opens the door of Mary's room and drops on Her breast shouting: «He has risen! He has risen! » and

she weeps happily.



And while Peter and John rush there, and Salome and Susanna, still frightened, come from the

Supper room and listen to her narration, Mary of Alphaeus with Martha and Johanna come in, from

the street, and out of breath they say «that they have been there as well, and they saw two angels,

who said that they were the Guardian of the Man God and the angel of His Sorrow, and ordered

them to tell the apostles that He had risen from the dead.» And as Peter shakes his head, they insist

saying: «Yes. They said: "Why are you looking for the Living One among the dead? He is not here.

He has risen from the dead, as He said when He was still in Galilee. Do you not remember? He

said: 'The Son of man is to be delivered into the hands of sinners to be crucified. But on the third

day he will rise from the dead' ".»



Peter shakes his head saying: «Too many things during these days! They have been upset.»

The Magdalene raises her head from Mary's breast and says: «I have seen Him! I have spoken to

Him. He told me that He is ascending to the Father and then He will come. How handsome He was!

» and she weeps as she had never wept, now that she no longer has to torture herself to oppose the

doubt rising from every side.



But Peter and John are very doubtful. They look at each other and their eyes say: «Women's fancy!



Then also Susanna and Salome dare to speak. But the very inevitable difference in the details of the

guards that first are there like dead bodies and then are not there, of the angels that sometimes are

one and sometimes are two and did not show themselves to the apostles, of the two versions

concerning Jesus' coming here or His preceding His disciples in Galilee, makes the doubt, and more

than that, the persuasion of the apostles grow stronger and stronger.



Mary, the blessed Mother, is silent, supporting the Magdalene… I do not understand the mystery

of this maternal silence.

Mary of Alphaeus says to Salome: «Let the two of us go back there, Let us see whether we are all

intoxicated...» And they run out.



The other women remain there, quietly derided by the two apostles, near Mary Who is silent,

engrossed in a thought that each interprets in a personal manner, and no one realises that it is

ecstasy,

The two elderly women come back: «It is true! It is true! We have seen Him. He said to us, near

Bamabas' kitchen garden: "Peace to you. Be not afraid. Go and tell My brothers that I have risen

from the dead, and that they should go within a few days to Galilee. We shall be together again

there". That is what He said. Mary is right, We must inform those who are at Bethany, Joseph,

Nicodemus, the most faithful disciples, the shepherds, we must go and do, and do... Oh! He has

risen!...» and they all weep happily.



«You are mad, women. Grief has upset you. The light has seemed an angel to you. The wind, a

voice. The sun, the Christ. I do not criticise you. I understand you, but I can only believe what I

have seen: the open empty Sepulchre, and the guards who have run away with the stolen Corpse.»

«But if the very guards say that He has risen! If the whole town is in a turmoil and the Princes of the

Priests are mad with rage, because the guards have spoken while running away terrified! Now they

want them to say something different and they are paying them for that. But it is already known.

And if the Judaeans do not believe in the Resurrection, they do not want to believe, many other

people do believe...»



«H'm! Women!...» Peter shrugs his shoulders and is about to go away.

12Then the Mother, Who still has on Her heart the Magdalene, who is weeping like a willow-tree in

a downpour, for her too great joy, and who kisses Her fair hair, raises Her transfigured face and says

a short sentence: «He has really risen. I have had Him in My arms and I kissed His Wounds.» She

then bends over the head of the passionate woman and says: «Yes, joy is even stronger than sorrow.

But it is only a grain of sand compared to what will be your ocean of eternal joy. You are blessed

because you made your spirit speak above reason.»



Peter dare not deny any longer... and with one of those sudden changes of the old Peter, who is

coming back to light again, he says and shouts, as if the delay depended on the others and not on

him: «Then, if it is so, we must let the others know. Those spread out in the country... look for

them... take action... Come on, get a move on. If He really should come... let Him at least find us »,

and he does not realise that again he confesses that he does not believe blindly in His Resurrection.







Comment on the Resurrection.



1Jesus says:

«The fervent prayers of Mary have anticipated My Resurrection by some time.

I had said: "The Son of man is about to be killed, but on the third day He will rise from the dead". I

died at three o'clock in the afternoon of Friday. Whether you count the days by their names, or you

count them by their hours, it was not the dawn on Sunday that was to see Me rise. With regard to

the hours, they were only thirty-eight instead of seventy-two, in which My Body had remained

lifeless. With regard to the days, it should have been the evening of the third day to say that I had

been in the sepulchre three days.



But Mary anticipated the miracle. As when with Her prayers She opened the Heavens a few years in

advance of the predetermined time, to give the world its Salvation, so now She obtains some hours

in advance to give comfort to Her dying heart.



And I, at the beginning of dawn on the third day, descended like the sun and with My brightness I

broke the human seals, so useless before the power of a God, with My power I prized open and

overthrew the stone watched over in vain, with My apparition like lightning I knocked down the

utterly useless guards placed as guardians of a death that was Life, that no human power could

prevent from being such.



By far more powerful than your electric current, My Spirit entered like a sword of divine Fire to

warm the cold remains of My Corpse, and in the new Adam the Spirit of God breathed life, saying

to Itself: "Live. I want it".

I, Who had raised the dead when I was only the Son of Man, the Victim appointed to be burdened

with the sins of the world, should I not have been able to raise Myself, now that I was the Son of

God, the First and the Last, the eternal Living Being, He Who holds in His hands the keys of Life

and of Death? And My Corpse felt Life go back to It.



Look: like a man who awakes after a sleep brought about by enormous labour, I breathe deeply, and

I do not open My eyes yet. Blood begins to circulate again, though not fast yet, in My veins, it

brings thought again to the mind. But I come from so far! Look: like a wounded man, whom a

miraculous power heals, blood comes back into My empty veins, it fills My Heart, warms My

limbs, heals My wounds, bruises and sores disappear, strength comes back. But I was wounded so

badly!



Look: Power works. I am cured. I am awake. I have come back to Life. I was dead. Now I live!

Now I rise! I shake the linens of death, I cast off the covering of ointments. I do not need them to

appear the eternal Beauty, the eternal Integrity. I clothe Myself with a garment that is not of this

Earth, but is woven by Him Who is My Father and Who weaves the silk of the virginal lilies. I am

dressed in splendour. I adorn Myself with My wounds, which no longer drip blood, but give off

light. The light that will be the joy of My Mother and of the blessed souls, and the terror, the

unsustainable sight of the damned and of the demons on the Earth and on the last day.

3The angel of My life of man and the angel of My sorrow are prostrated before Me and worship My

Glory. Both My angels are here. One to delight in the sight of Him Whom he guarded, and Who

now no longer needs angelical protection. The other, who saw My tears, to see My smile; who saw

My struggle, to see My victory; who saw My grief, to see My joy.



And I go out into the garden full of flower buds and of dew. And the apple-trees open their corollas

to form a flowery arch over My Royal head and the grass makes a carpet of gems and corollas for

My Foot, that treads again on the Earth redeemed after being lifted up on it to redeem it. And the

early sun, and the sweet April wind, and the light cloud that passes by, as rosy as the cheek of a

child, and the birds among branches, they all greet Me. I am their God. They adore Me.

I pass through the stunned guards, a symbol of souls in mortal sin, that do not perceive the passing

of God.



It is Passover, Mary! This is really the "Passing of the Angel of God"! His Passing from death to

life. His Passing to give Life to those who believe in His Name. It is Passover! It is the Peace that

passes through the world. The Peace no longer veiled by the condition of man, but free, complete in

its recovered efficiency of God.

4And I go to My Mother. It is fair that I should go. It was fair for My angels. It is much more so for

Her Who, besides being My guardian and comfort, gave Me life. Before going back to the Father in

My glorified appearance of Man, I go to My Mother. I go in the splendour of My paradisiac

appearance and of My living Gems. She can touch Me, She can kiss them, because She is the Pure,

the Beautiful, the Beloved, the Blessed Saint of God.



The new Adam goes to the new Eve. Evil entered the world through a woman, and was defeated by

the Woman. The Fruit of the Woman has detoxicated men of the slaver of Lucifer. Now, if they

want, they can be saved. She saved woman who had remained so fragile after the mortal wound.

5And after showing Myself to the Pure One, to Whom by right of Holiness and Maternity it is just

that the Son-God should go, I present Myself to the redeemed woman, to the file-leader, to the

representative of all the female creatures, whom I have come to free from the sting of lust. So that

she may tell them to approach Me to be cured, to have faith in Me, to believe in My Mercy that

understands and forgives, to look at My Body adorned with the five wounds, in order to defeat

Satan, who rummages in their flesh.



I do not let her touch Me. She is not the Pure One, who can touch, without contaminating Him, the

Son Who goes back to the Father. She has still much to purify through penance. But her love

deserves that reward. She was able to rise through her own will from the sepulchre of her vice, to

strangle Satan who held her, to defy the world out of love for Her Saviour, she was able to divest

herself of everything that was not love, she was able to be nothing but love that is consumed for her

God. And God calls her: "Mary". Listen to her replying: "Rabboni!" Her heart is in that cry.

As she deserved it, I entrusted her with the task of being the messenger of Resurrection. And once

again she will be somewhat derided, as if she were raving. But the judgement of men is of no

importance to her, to Mary of Magdala, to Mary of Jesus. She saw Me raised from the dead and that

gives her a joy that appeases all other feelings.



Do you see how I love also who was guilty, but wanted to come out of guilt? Not even to John did I

show Myself first. It was to the Magdalene that I showed Myself. John had already received the

state of son from Me. He could have it, because he was pure and could be not only a spiritual son,

but also one who gave the Pure Mother of God and received from Her those needs and those cares

which are connected with the body.



The Magdalene, the one revived to Grace, has the first vision of Grace Risen.

When you love Me to the extent of overcoming everything for Me, I take your diseased heads and

hearts in My pierced hands and I breathe My Power on your faces. And I save you, I save you,

children whom I love. You become again beautiful, wholesome, free, happy. You become again the

dear children of the Lord. 1 make you the bearers of My Goodness among poor men, to witness My

Goodness to them and convince them of it and of Me.



Have, have, have faith in Me. Love. Be not afraid. May what I suffered to save you assure you of

the Heart of your God.