614. Jesus Appears to His Mother.
[21st February 1944]
1 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.
2 But 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.
3 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.
4 I 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.
5 I 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.
615. The Pious Women at the Sepulchre.
2nd April 1945.
1 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.»