Saturday, 25 April 2015

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”.

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

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.

Saturday, 24 January 2015

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


Wednesday, 24 December 2014

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.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

A colloquy of Alexandrina with Jesus and our Lady

MARCH 30, 1945 – HOLY FRIDAY (Alexandrina’s birthday)

I am wrapped in the same cloud that descended upon me yesterday. It has been a day that was only night, and a life that was only death. I lacked the longing to receive my Jesus. I suffered more in recent days with the memory of not receiving him than for not actually taking communion today. I suffered by feeling little pity.
Indifferent to everything, my soul felt, and my body also, that I had been imprisoned, and was being derided by some among a large rabble who could hear the opinions of the vile wretch who condemned me to death. My ears could hear, as if from a single voice, the words "die, be condemned". Oh, what howling from that crowd!
I took the cross, falling repeatedly; each step was a death. When I fell the cross was on top of me.
Not out of pity, but out of fear, they wanted someone who would help me to lift it. There was someone who did this, not for love, but because it was imposed; yet how much love I felt going out to him from my heart! What a great payment!
My body was given over to criminals, my spirit was alone in God.
On Calvary, the blood ran down from all the wounds in my body.
What hours of agony!
I felt in my soul all the sighs that Jesus gave; all the looks He lifted up to heaven were recorded in my soul.
Moments before Jesus expired he gave one long, long sigh. And during those moments it seemed as if He had no life. And in my soul I felt it all.
Oh, how beautiful it was! What beautiful lessons Jesus gives us! So mistreated yet so full of tenderness and love!
His most holy Body still suffering on earth while His Blessed Soul flew to heaven; flew and dispensed blessings and a deluge of love on the earth.
My Jesus came and made me forget the pain for a while. My heart began to swell and burst into flames.
- I come, my daughter, to congratulate you, to greet you, to praise you on your birthday, for your life so full of wonders, so rich in virtue, so rich in love! Your life is a river of gold and a mine of jewels! The world has never seen or come to see the like; you are the life of souls! It is with this wealth they are rescued, they are saved.
- Speak, speak, my Jesus, all the congratulations, greetings and praise are for you.
What do I do without You, my Jesus? What am I without You? All I can say, all I can express is that greatness is Yours, misery is mine.
- I praise you for your faithfulness and correspondence to my divine grace! I praise you for your reparation!
How many victims have I chosen, and received a refusal; how many I have called who did not listen to Me! How many I invited to enter a higher plane for my sake, and I received nothing...
In you I console Myself, because from you I receive all. You are the instrument of souls, you are the conqueror of Christ! Your whole life is one of wonders!
If you could but see the souls that were saved by you!... Especially during these last three years of your fasting! ...
What a great way to respond to sinners!.. I show here my power, my cravings and my love for them.
I said nothing on the anniversary of your fasting, to take from your disappointment all sweetness to Myself for the full advantage to souls. And I am just preparing you for your last stage.
Martyrdom accompanied with fasting is the greatest means, the ultimate means of salvation! There will not be only rich rivers of gold and precious seams, but it will be a golden world, a world of the same stones!
Martyrdom will lift you to the peak and love will reach its fullness!
The love of Jesus, the pain for souls, unique reparation! ...
Receive now, my daughter, the Blood of My Divine Heart, it is the life that you need, it is the life you give to souls!
I saw the Divine Heart of Jesus consumed with flames, overflowing with love. Attached to my lips, I felt my Blood to rush and my heart dilate for a long time.
- My daughter, Heaven praises Me for having created you, praises Me for the honor that you give Me and praises Me for that which already I get from earth.
Heaven praises Me and will ever praise Me! From earth I receive already praise and soon the whole world will praise Me for my victim, the new redeemer.
Prepare yourself, dear daughter, I'll give Myself to you. It's a sign that, though hidden, I always  dwell in you. Listen, Heaven descends upon you. I give Myself to you in a real communion, in Eucharistic communion.
The vault of heaven came down upon me.
- How beautiful, how beautiful! - I exclaimed.  It is worth it, my Jesus, worth all the pain and suffering to own heaven!
There were so many, so many the angels who extended their wings and gave homage to Jesus!
This time they did not sing. They bowed and worshiped as a sign of reverence in the presence of Jesus. They said the words Ecce Agnus Dei, then Corpus Domini Jesu Christi (1).
It seems good that I have stretched my tongue to receive Jesus. We stayed for a few moments in a deep silence, in a great union! Then Jesus called for His Heavenly Mother.
- Blessed Mother, come and greet and caress Our dear daughter, Our victim!
She came, took me onto her lap, covered me with treats and laced Her most holy arms with those of the Jesus, and embraced us both of us at the same time.
- My daughter, sweet-smelling flower of my Jesus, I love you, I love you along with Him. Receive all Our love.
I greet you for the praise, the honor and the souls you give us. Suffer, suffer peacefully! It is a Mother pleading for Her children, is your Mother who is pleading for your brothers.
Jesus kissed me on one side and my Heavenly Mother on the other. Jesus added:
- Go, dear daughter, and write everything! In everything you say, everything you do, you will always have the light of the Holy Spirit; He is speaking in you.
- Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Heavenly Mother!
Soon I had doubts about everything and was steeped in so much pain: there was no comfort from my loved ones around me. Then came sharp thorns to pierce me. For all I blessed the Lord, praying the Magnificat at the end.


(1) On April 11, she asks me: "What do these words mean? And the other, Corpus Domini Jesu Christi?" I also noticed that she usually does not know these phrases and, referring to them, says: "that words Jesus said in communion"(Father Humberto?)

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

March 29, 1945, Holy Thursday

It's already night and my soul feels as never before that it is the night of love, that it is the most holy of nights. Jesus will depart yet He wants to stay among us. What an entanglement of love, what are the ties of His Heart to the hearts of those who are dear to Him! What anxiety between going and staying!
My heart experiences all this. I am bread, I am wine, I am the host, I am the tabernacle.
What a rich night, what beautiful night! The angels descended from heaven to worship so great a mystery.

But, oh, what awaits Jesus! What treachery, what false traps surround Him!
I see Gethsemane, I see the blood: everything is silent, so that only Jesus hears and feels.
And what unconcern of those beloved of His Heart! Little do they understand the pain and grief of Jesus.