Leo Madigan

Mr. Leo Madigan is very ill, no longer speaks.

Eugenia Signorile is dead

Eugenia Signorile died yesterday and her funeral takes place today at 3pm, at St. Protasie and Gervasie Church, in Gorgonzola, Milan.

Although she had already stopped to write about Blessed Alexandrina, her death is a huge loss.

Saint John of the Cross

Mary’s Dowry Productions launched a new film, now on the great Saint John of the Cross, “a Spanish mystic, a Catholic Saint, a Carmelite friar and a priest who was born at Fontiveros, Old Castile in 1542. In this film we look at the inspiring life of Saint John who, along with Saint Teresa of Ávila, founded the Discalced Carmelites.

Saint John's devotions, prayers, writings and poetry as well as his studies on the growth of the soul are considered as well as his sufferings, love of the Passion and of the Cross. He was a major figure of the Counter-Reformation. His biography contains a wealth of inspiration relevant for today.

Sacred art, paintings, photographs, a simple costumed visual, scenery, narrative and music combine to present a creative, detailed and devotional film presentation of the life of St. John of the Cross.

This is not a 'movie' produced for entertainment neither is it purely a biographical documentary, this is a creative way to learn the life of St. John of the Cross with visual aids to help the narrative flow”.

American group of Pilgrims for Peace in Balasar

Was recently in Balasar an American group of Pilgrims for Peace that integrated members of Virginia, Florida, Texas, New Jersey and New York. We had opportunity to meet them for a significant period of time to talk on Blessed Alexandrina. Translator was a sister from Indonesia residing in Fatima. It has been a very well attended meeting. With the group was a young and dedicated priest.

She is a victim of purity, a victim of my love, a victim of souls!

I still feel two things at once: the loss of Jesus and the loss of souls. The loss of Jesus makes me feel such horror and revolt that it cannot be explained. I want to curse this loss and curse the earth. All the horrors of hell seem to torment me. I feel that it was better to lose everything and suffer everything than to lose Jesus. But His loss alone is enough to be the greatest martyrdom of body and soul.

- My Jesus, to lose Thee...!

And on top of this great pain falls the weight of Your divine justice. What torment and unique pain!

And the loss of souls! Oh, how much it costs!

My heart goes after them: what tenderness and love dispenses to them ...!

With its eyes the soul sees their flight.

What agony! No love held them, no words moved them, and no ears listened to them. They hasten, hasten to destruction.

Oh, what pain is that of Jesus! And what pain is mine, feeling it! ...

I cannot allow souls to be lost.

This morning, with the coming of Jesus into my heart, new cravings, that gave beginning of a new world inside my heart, rose in me.

It is a world building to be constructed. The anxieties are of purity and love; the building is raised with it. What blazing flames, what intense fire!

This purity and this love are not mine, they do not belong to me, they belong to the building, they belong to the world.

My God, what intense cravings! I wanted to talk to the whole world, I wanted to speak only about love and purity; it was solely by means of these riches that I wanted it to exist.

In the afternoon, I was in a great meeting, in some great ties of the closest friendship.

In the morning I felt a new world of love.

At dusk, the great Supper of that Love.

It was a Love that received great ingratitude! With this ingratitude I saw and felt the cross impressed in my heart; my heart was washed with the blood that was pouring from it from moment to moment; at every breath came a fresh gush of blood.

Doleful Thursday, so full of thorns! The pain took my life.

Then, at night, the devil came, evil as ever, attacking me, with his teeth, shredding my body, renting my rosary into pieces and spiriting away the statue of the heavenly Mother. These were only tricks: after the fight, everything was still intact. How my heart pounded!

- Do you want to enjoy pleasure? Oh, how good is pleasure!

I can be calm. Oh, how you sin! ...

When he danced with satisfaction, he came to make the pleasure – that he calls pleasure – the pain to which can be resisted only by a miracle of Jesus. With great difficulty I called Jesus, called often to say to Him I did not want to sin. Demons with very ugly faces said otherwise. Jesus came and, at His divine voice, they fled. He called:

- Blessed Angel, soften the pain of my spouse, of my victim, of my crucified one; take her to her place: she is a victim of purity, a victim of my love, a victim of souls!

Quickly I regained my position without effort, without pain.

The dark clouds came quickly, doubts of having seriously offended Jesus.

Sentiments of the soul, 5 April 1945 - Friday

Christmas

To all readers of this news, usual or occasional, my best wishes for Holy Christmas.

Jesus is the Lord, the Alpha and the Omega.

Maranatha!

APRIL 3 - Tuesday Easter

I have not lived, not risen with Jesus. My eyes did not see, my ears have not heard, my heart did not love, my body felt nothing but pain. The look of my eyes was not mine, nor the hearing of my ears, nor the feeling of my body, nor the love of my heart, nor the smile that covered all this, nothing of this was mine. Who did they belong to? Jesus knows, I cannot say anything. Joy is for those whom Jesus wants to give it, but not for me.

But I'm content. I do not live; He lives in souls with His divine life. I did not rise, may they arise to Jesus. I have no love to offer my Lord, may He accept the love of all hearts and the total offering of all His creatures. I have no language to praise Him, may He accept the praise of all heaven and earth. All heaven and earth praise and bless Him; only I, poor thing, am excluded, though I am part of it. I cannot join myself with the blessed in heaven, nor with the righteous of the earth. All the wickedness and misery of the world are mine.