Category: Mysteries

A Soul In Purgatory Leaves Proof Of Purgatory As She Request For Prayers.

A Soul In Purgatory Leaves Proof Of Purgatory As She Request For Prayers.

The burnt print of the right hand of Sister Teresa Gesta

A Religious sister in Purgatory appears to another sister asking for prayers and leaves a proof of Purgatory.

Fr. Shouppe relates in his book on Purgatory that Teresa Gesta, a religious of the Franciscan Sisters in Foligno, Italy, who had served many years as a mistress of novices and was a model of fervor and charity, died suddenly on November 4, 1859, of a stroke of apoplexy. Twelve days later, the soul of Teresa appeared to Sister Anna Felicia in the sacristy of the same Convent. Sister Felicia described it:

“Then the room was filled with a thick smoke, and the spirit of Sister Teresa appeared, moving towards the door and gliding along by the wall. Having reached the door, she cried aloud, ‘Behold a proof of the mercy of God.’ 

“Saying these words, she struck the upper panel of the door and there left the print of her right hand, burnt in the wood as with a red-hot iron. She, then, disappeared.” 

Because of this apparition, Teresa Gesta’s body was exhumed, and the hand of the deceased, remarkable for its especially small size, fit perfectly into the impression mark. All of this is well documented. If one were to visit that Convent’s chapel today, he would find that very handprint on the upper panel of the door. 

Such a demonstration should help alleviate the skepticism of those who find such stories to be “fantastic” or even “fanatical” and, therefore, not worthy of belief. 

Since this apparition, as well as other visitations of suffering souls, took place in the 19th century, this should counter the tendency to view these stories as “medieval” or something out of the so called “dark” ages. 

God sends us such proofs of His justice to counter the skepticism that leads, not just those outside the Church but even otherwise good Catholics within, to consider these divine manifestations unpalatable to modern ears. Our Lord could rightly say of these people what was stated earlier concerning what Our Lady related to Sister Lucy sometime after the Fatima apparitions, “Both the good and the bad ignore my message.” 

Why did the deceased  Sister Gesta speak about the mercy of God in her great suffering, demonstrated by the vivid and terrifying burn mark left on the door by her hand? I believe that the sign she left behind was, in fact, a mercy, a warning to us of what awaits those of us who are not prepared at death to enter directly into the presence of God. 

As Fr. Schouppe observed, “In giving us a warning of this kind, God shows us a great mercy. He urges us, in the most efficacious manner, to assist the poor suffering souls, and to be vigilant in our regard.” This example is not unique. Fr. Schouppe reports many such incidents.

For persons who are afraid of the justice of God and can become disheartened rather than encouraged by these examples, I believe they could learn something from the example of the three children at Fatima who were shown Hell “where the souls of poor sinners go.” Far from being discouraged at what they saw, they redoubled their efforts to make sacrifices so that sinners could obtain the grace of perfect contrition before death and avoid both the eternal flames of Hell and the transitory flames of Purgatory.

Incidentally, Sister Lucy revealed that the souls that she, Francisco and Jacinta saw in Hell were burning from flames that seemed to come from within them. If such is what the three children saw concerning the souls in Hell who are as yet without their bodies, then it should be no problem to accept that the same can be said for the souls in Purgatory. 

While these stories of Purgatory may not impress us as strongly as did the actual apparition of Hell that Lucia, Jacinta, and Francisco saw, it can still inspire us to do more for the Poor Souls to relieve them from the fiery torment and help them leave it as quickly as possible. 

We should not become discouraged, thinking, “Well, if that is the case with that holy Sister, then there is no hope for the likes of me.” We must not read these stories making too close a connection with ourselves. When reading accounts of the deceased, it is prudent to recall that, no matter the similarities to our lives in the details of why this soul or that soul is in Purgatory, we are only getting part of the story. 

It is the whole life of the person that is the subject of one’s Particular Judgment, which includes not just virtues and vices, but circumstances of upbringing, education and any number of other factors that have played a part in making someone what he is at the Judgment. 

Therefore, it is important that we take from these stories what they are meant to instill: an increase in charity and devotion towards the Suffering Souls, and not a morbid curiosity or exact idea of what our own particular judgments will be.

Miracle! ‘Womb’ Of Our Lady Of Guadalupe Glows During Mass Offered For Martyred Children At The Basilica Of Our Lady Of Guadalupe (Pictures).

Miracle! ‘Womb’ Of Our Lady Of Guadalupe Glows During Mass Offered For Martyred Children At The Basilica Of Our Lady Of Guadalupe (Pictures).

Miracle in the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe – Womb of the Virgin Mary Glows During Mass Offered for Martyred Children.

This article came from a Facebook post by Maisie Roub Allie “Absolutely amazing. Thank you God! Keep in mind, this tilma can be heard to have a beating heart when a stethoscope is placed on the ‘womb’ of the virgin.”

Close shot of the glowing womb of our Lady of Guadalupe

During a mass offered for martyred children, there was a miracle in the presence of thousands of witnesses. After the celebration of the Holy Mass, the pilgrims were astonished when they observed with their own eyes how from the belly of the image, an intense light began to shine on the Guadalupe Image. This prompted them to take pictures of what they witnessed. 

The image of the Virgin began to “retreat” and an intense light began to shine out of Her belly, this light took the form of an embryo. This form coincides exactly in shape as well as in its location to that of an embryo in the womb.

– Our Lady Of Guadalupe, Pray For Us! 

How The ‘Face Of Christ’ Miraculously Appeared On The Wall Of A Ruined Monastery! 

How The ‘Face Of Christ’ Miraculously Appeared On The Wall Of A Ruined Monastery! 

On the wall of a ruined monastery appeared miraculously, the face of Christ. The same as in the famous Shroud of Turin.

​In a belarusian monastery there appeared on the walls the miraculously face of Christ.

The miracle happened in the Holy Dormition Monastery on the border of Belarus and Russia. The image of Christ, the face of the Savior, is seen like His image from the Shroud of Turin – a piece of cloth in which the body of the crucified Jesus was wrapped. 

The monks are shocked – how could the face of Christ manifest itself in the monastery cloister? 

This is a great miracle,” says hieromonk Hilarion. – The image appeared literally in one moment. 

The monastery stands 600 meters from the border with Russia, on the Belarusian land of Mstislavsky district, Mogilev region. It  is in terrible ruins, the ancient monastery was in disrepair for almost ninety years. Locals recalled that for the first time, the Holy Face of the Savior in the monastery was seen in 1942 by pupils of a children’s boarding school, located on the territory of the monastery in the building of the former church-school. The image appeared on the white limestone wall of the class, where a blackboard hung before the revolution (a drilled hole still testifies to this), and the walls have never seen any paint, except for lime whitewash. The pilgrimage began. The occupying authorities immediately responded to this by ordering to destroy the face. The wall was scraped to the bricks, then plastered and whitened again …

The face of the Savior this time appeared in the same place as in 1942. And also literally overnight – the builders who came to the building were dumbfounded: the face of Jesus Christ was looking at them from the wall! As if from a photograph somehow transferred to a cement base! The monks did not find any traces of paint on the wall, so they consider the image to be Hand-made. 

Countless Orthodox pilgrims are suprised and amazed of the image.. As for scientists, researchers of the phenomenon, they have not yet been seen in the monastery. The evidence of the miracle created by God was the myrrh of a small photograph, where a fragment of the wall with the face of the Savior was captured. This photo came to the village of Lokot of the Bryansk region, to the house of the monk Joseph and Zamotochila.

St. John Bosco Shares An Encounter He Had With The Ghost Of His Dead Friend.

St. John Bosco Shares An Encounter He Had With The Ghost Of His Dead Friend.

Bosco’s dear friend died and returned from the grave to fulfill a promise.

The supernatural is more real, and yet more complex, than today’s materialist culture would have us believe. To such purely secular thinking the following tale reveals that there are more things in heaven and earth… Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Admittedly, the advice that follows on from it may sound strange to modern ears and that prevailing ideology, however, for that I make no apology as it is both a warning and also, mercifully, a remedy, nay a protection, against that which wishes us harm. We would do well to heed it.

Often we will hear “ghost stories” around the campfire, and for the most part these are fictional tales told to entertain children. However, sometimes they are real, as is the case of St. John Bosco and his friend Louis Comollo.

Our tale begins in Italy, in 1839, with the tolling of a bell as a young seminarian was laid to rest. And as the earth was heaped upon the casket below, those assembled slowly dispersed.

One of those present, as well as being a friend of the deceased was also a seminarian (John Bosco). And it was to that place of formation that he started to walk back to just as the first hints of night began to draw in. As he did so, his thoughts returned to a curious conversation some months previously, one with the seminarian just buried, and thereafter to an even stranger pact entered into …

The two had been firm friends. Both devoutly religious, at the end of that curious conversation, they had agreed, that whichever of them died first then he would return from the grave and tell the other of what happened next. 

Perhaps it was born from piety, more likely from a boyish prank, as neither expected to die for quite some time. Then, shortly afterwards, one of them did die. 

His name was Louis Comollo; he was the frailer of the two, but still his death was unexpected. His friend (St John Bosco) was as shocked as the whole seminary proved to be. He mourned this loss with a difference, however, for he did so with a sense of expectancy.

As he sat through the subsequent Requiem Mass, he waited, he listened, he watched for a sign – any sign – but none came. Nothing. And so, on that mournful day, and as the mortal remains of his friend had finally been laid to rest, all seemed forever shrouded in an opaque silence. 

Finally that night, the mourner arrived back at the seminary in the Italian town of Cheri, not far from Turin. It was late, but his thoughts were far from sleep. His bedchamber was a dormitory, one he shared with other seminarians; by then, all were sound asleep. He was unable to join them, though. Instead, he was to sit on the edge of his bed, with a mind unusually tense and that still pondered what had taken place that day; it was then just as the clocks struck the midnight hour that it began…

Bosco writes about this encounter he had with his deceased friend, Comollo in his Memoirs, an experience he never expected would happen.

“Given our friendship and the unlimited trust between Comollo and me, we often spoke about the separation that death could possibly bring upon us at any time.

One day, after we had read a long passage from the lives of the saints, we talked, half in jest and half in earnest, of what a consolation it would be if the one of us who died first were to return with news about his condition.

We talked of this so often that we drew up this contract:

“Whichever of us is the first to die will, if God permits it, bring back word of his salvation to his surviving companion.”

I did not realise the gravity of such an undertaking; and frankly, I treated it lightly enough. I would never advise others to do the like. We did it, however, and ratified it repeatedly, especially during Comollo’s last illness. In fact, his last words and his last look at me sealed his promise. Many of our companions knew what had been arranged between us.

Comollo died on April 2, 1839. Next evening he was solemnly buried in Saint Philip’s Church. Those who knew about our bargain waited anxiously to see what would happen. I was even more anxious because I hoped for a great comfort to lighten my desolation. That night, after I went to bed in the big dormitory which I shared with some twenty other seminarians, I was restless. I was convinced that this was to be the night when our promise would be fulfilled.

About 11:30 a deep rumble was heard in the corridor. It sounded as if a heavy wagon drawn by many horses were coming up to the dormitory door. It got louder and louder, like thunder, and the whole dormitory shook. The clerics tumbled out of bed in terror and huddled together for comfort. Then, above the violent and thundering noise, the voice of Comollo was heard clearly. Three times he repeated very distinctly: “Bosco, I am saved.”

All heard the noise; some recognized the voice without understanding the meaning; others understood it as well as I did, as is proved by the length of time the event was talked about in the seminary. It was the first time in my life I remember being afraid. The fear and terror were so bad that I fell ill and was at death’s door.

I would never recommend anyone to enter into such a contract. God is omnipotent; God is merciful. As a rule he does not take heed of such pacts. Sometimes, however, in his infinite mercy he does allow things to come to fulfillment as he did in the case I have just described.

God allowed such an encounter for a purpose, likely to remind Bosco of the reality of the afterlife and to urge him on in the practice of the faith. While we may never see a ghost in our lifetime, let us never doubt the existence of Heaven, Hell and Purgatory and live our lives as though they do exist.

As to the veracity of what took place: I have no reason to doubt any aspect of the story given that its teller and subject, the then living participant of the pact in question, was none other than the man who would later become known to the world as Don Bosco.

St John Bosco, Pray For Us! 

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