“Now
you now see it; I am here all the time. People go on pilgrimages,
searching for the places where I have appeared. This is good, because of
all the graces that they will receive there. But during no apparition,
in no other
place, am I more present than during the Holy Mass. You will always find
Me at the foot of the Altar where the Eucharist is celebrated; at the
foot of the Tabernacle, I remain with the angels because I am always
with Him.”
To
see that beautiful countenance of the Mother at that moment of the words
“Holy, Holy, Holy...” as well as all the others with their radiant
faces, with hands joined, awaiting that miracle which repeats itself
continuously, was to be in Heaven itself. And
to think there are people who can, at that moment, be distracted in
conversation. It hurts me to tell you, many men, more than women, stand
with their arms crossed, as if paying homage to the Lord as one equal to
another.
The
Virgin Mary said:
“Tell all people that never is a
man more manly then when he bends his knees before God.”
The
celebrant said the words of the
Consecration. He
was a person of normal height, but suddenly, he began to grow, becoming
filled with light, a supernatural light between white and gold that
enveloped him and grew very strong around the face. And because of it, I
could not see his features. When he raised the Host, I saw his hands,
and on the back of his hands, he had some marks from which emanated a
great deal of light. It was Jesus! It was Him Who was wrapping His Body
around the celebrant, as if He were lovingly surrounding the hands of
the Archbishop. At that moment, the Host began to grow and became
enormous, and upon it the marvelous face of Jesus appeared looking at
His people.
By
instinct, I wanted to bow my head, and Our Lady said: “Do
not look down. Look up to view and contemplate Him. Exchange your gaze
with His, and repeat the prayer of Fatima: Lord, I believe, I adore, I
trust, and I love You. I ask pardon for those who do not believe, do not
adore, do not trust, and do not love You. Forgiveness and Mercy... Now
tell Him how much you love Him, and pay your homage to the King of
Kings.”
I
told it to Him, and it seemed as if I was the only one He was looking at
from the enormous Host. But I learned that this was the way He gazed at
each person, with love to the fullest. Then I lowered my head until I
had my forehead on the floor, as did all the Angels and the Blessed from
Heaven. Perhaps for a fraction of a second, I wondered how Jesus was
taking on the body of the celebrant and, at the same time, He was inside
the Host. And as he lowered the Host, it returned to its normal size.
Tears ran down my cheeks; I was unable to let go of my astonishment.
Immediately,
the Archbishop said the words of the Consecration of the wine and, as
the words were being said, lightning appeared from the heavens and in
the background. The walls and ceiling of the church had disappeared. All
was dark, but for that brilliant light from the Altar.
Suddenly,
suspended in the air, I saw Jesus crucified. I saw Him from the head to
the lower part of the chest. The cross beam of the Cross was sustained
by some large, strong hands. From within this resplendent light, a small
light, like a very brilliant, very small dove, came forth and flew
swiftly all over the Church. It came to rest on the left shoulder of the
Archbishop, who continued to appear as Jesus because I could distinguish
His long hair, His luminous wounds, and His large body, but I could not
see His Face.
Above
was Jesus crucified, His head fallen upon His right shoulder. I was able
to contemplate His face, beaten arms and torn flesh. On the right side
of His chest, He had an injury, and blood was gushing out toward the
left side, and toward the right side, what looked like water, but it was
very brilliant. They were
more like jets of light coming forth towards the faithful, and moving to
the right and to the left. I was amazed at the amount of blood that was
flowing out toward the Chalice. I thought it would overflow and stain
the whole Altar, but not a single drop was spilled.
At
that moment, the Virgin Mary said: “This
is the miracle of miracles. I have said to you before that the Lord is
not constrained by time and space. At the moment of the Consecration,
all the assembly is taken to the foot of Calvary, at the instant of the
crucifixion of Jesus.”
Can
anyone imagine that? Our eyes cannot see it, but we are all there at the
very moment that they are crucifying Jesus. And He is asking for
forgiveness to the Father, not only for those who killed Him, but also
for each one of our sins: “Father,
forgive them, because they know not what they do.”
From
that day on, I do not care if the world thinks I am crazy, but I ask
everybody to kneel and try to live, with their heart and with all their
sensibility that they are capable of, this privilege that the Lord
grants us.
When
we were going to pray the Our
Father, the Lord spoke for the first time
during the celebration, and said: “Wait, I want you to pray with the deepest
profundity which you can summon. At this moment, bring to mind that
person or persons which have done you the greatest harm during your
life, so that you embrace them close to your bosom, and tell them with
all your heart: `In the Name of Jesus, I forgive you and wish you peace.
In the Name of Jesus, I ask for your forgiveness and wish my peace.' If
the person is worthy of that peace, then the person will receive it, and
feel better for it. If that
person is not capable of opening up to that peace, then peace will
return to your heart. But I do not want you to receive nor offer peace
when you are not capable of forgiving and feeling that peace in your
heart first.
“Be
careful of what you do,”
continued the Lord, “you repeat in the Our
Father: forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass
against us. If you are capable of forgiving but not forgetting, as some
people say, you are placing conditions upon the forgiveness of God. You
are saying: You forgive me only as I am capable of forgiving, but no
more.”
I
do not know how to explain my pain, at the realization of how much we
can hurt the Lord. And also how much we can injure ourselves by holding
so many grudges, bad feelings and unflattering things that are born from
our own prejudices and over-sensitivities. I forgave; I forgave from the
heart, and asked for forgiveness from all the people whom I had hurt at
one time or another, in order to feel the peace of the Lord.
The
celebrant said, “...give us peace and unity...” and, then, “the
peace of the Lord be with all of you.”
Suddenly,
I saw that among some (not all) of the people who were embracing each
other, a very intense light placed itself between them. I knew it was
Jesus, and I practically threw myself to embrace the person next to me.
I could truly feel the embrace of the Lord in that light. It was Him Who
embraced me giving me His peace, because in that moment, I had been able
to forgive and remove from my heart all grief against other people. That
is what Jesus wants, to share that moment of joy, hugging us and wishing
us His peace.
The
moment of the celebrants' Communion arrived. There I once again noticed
the presence of all the priests next to the Archbishop. When he took
Communion, the Virgin Mary said:
“This
is the moment to pray for the celebrant and the priests who accompany
him. Repeat
together with Me: `Lord, bless them, sanctify them, help them, purify
them, love them, take care of them, and support them with Your Love.
Remember all the priests of the world, pray for all the
consecrated souls...'
Dear
brothers and sisters, that is the moment in which we should pray for
them, because they are the Church as we, the laity, are also. Many times
we, the laity, demand so much from the priests, but we are unable to
pray for them, to understand that they are human, and to comprehend and
appreciate the solitude that many times can surround a priest.