Thank you, my Petal. I, your Jesus of Nazareth, I am here to relay in conversation about my continuous pains during the course of Holy Thursday to the morning of Good Friday until 3 o’clock, 3pm, at the end of my sacrifice when I completely gave myself to the will of my Heavenly Father.
My dear children, they carried on [tormenting me] with so much humiliation. They took away my dignity. I was naked. In the prison in the house of Caiaphas, they scourged, scourged me with iron rods. They were so vicious against me. As I suffered in silence, I knew it was for a purpose, for your salvation. My dear children, to describe what they were doing to me, oh, my flesh, they could count my bones; they tied my hands to a pillar. I couldn’t move, but every blow, chicotadas [1] with iron rods – oh, so many blows... My Sacred Face was disfigured, intense blood was covering my eyes – and much more. To describe what I underwent is far beyond your understanding.
Mother Mary
My little Andorinha [2], I, your Blessed Mother, I am here to describe the intense, painful heartache, oh, when it was my Son Jesus’ time to carry the heavy cross of his children. My little one, I, your Blessed Mother, I say this is only a tiny seed of what I watched. In silence, I looked at my Son Jesus, I wanted to help him to carry the cross uphill. Oh, my loving Son Jesus, he couldn’t carry the cross – he fell three times. They forced him to get up. Oh, my Son Jesus saw each one of you. He knew that he had to regain his strength to complete his last mission in this world. They forced Simon of Cyrene, as he was with the crowd, to help my Son to carry the cross of his people’s, his children’s sins. Oh, but my Son Jesus had to carry it until the end of Calvary, on his last journey of this earthly life. Oh, my children have so much ingratitude towards my Son Jesus and the love he has for each one of them. I walked next to my Son Jesus. I cried tears of blood, but I knew that I couldn’t help my Son. I prayed in the silence of my sorrowful heart.
My Son Jesus and I, his Mother, we looked at each other – he was encouraging me and I was giving him strength in prayer for my Son Jesus not to give up what he started. Our eyes met and we gave each other courage. This is only a tiny pain that I am describing to you, my children. You will never know the amount of suffering that my Son Jesus endured. Oh, my children, focus upon my Son Jesus’ fifteen secret pains that my children are not aware of. Meditate every day on one of the sordid pains of the fifteen secret pains – you will obtain blessings and graces for meditating upon at least one secret pain. Oh, there is much more to relay in the messages [about] my Son Jesus’ pains that I witnessed.
My dear children, do not offend my Son Jesus any more. Oh, what he did for you, to save you from hell, purgatory!
Father God
My little lamb, I, your Heavenly Father, I am here to prognosticate my Son Jesus’ travail with excruciating, horrific heartache. Oh, what an undignified object, a mockery of my Son Jesus Christ. Oh, they demanded to cast lots for my Son Jesus’ clothes to see who was going to have my Son Jesus’ clothes. Oh, what a crime, injúria [3], as they humiliated my Son Jesus, stripped him naked and of his dignity.
My people sometimes see some feature film, a video, about my Son Jesus’ Passion, but in true life, his pains were unbearable to explain, to describe to my people [how] they crucified my Son Jesus. You have seen the falsity of Judas who betrayed my Son Jesus for money, the nails in his feet, huge ones through him, an immensity of flesh... Today my people still do this kind of treatment, torment upon my Son Jesus of Nazareth.
He went through this on Holy Thursday through the night until Good Friday, 3 o’clock, the hour of my Son Jesus’ mercy, oh, when he was holding himself upon the cross not to be asphyxiated.
Oh, what a love you have from my Son Jesus towards [each one of] you, yet in today’s times, my people still crucify him with all their sinful lives. My people, I love you all. Each one of you belongs to me, your Creator. I let my Son Jesus pay a heavy price for the love I have for each one of you.
The blessings, peace, love fall upon you all. Always love your Eternal Almighty Father, as my Son Jesus has said, “Father, Abba, Abba, forgive them, they don’t know what they are doing.”
My people, from today, follow my Son Jesus, his example of love for you and all my people. Amen.
Jesus Christ to Blessed Maria Maddalena Martinengo [4]
My daughter, I desire that you let everyone know these fifteen secret tortures, in order that everyone of them be honoured. Anyone who daily offers me, with love, one of these sufferings and says with fervour the following prayer, will be rewarded with eternal glory on the day of judgement [5]...
My Lord and my God, today I meditate on when the Jews considered you as the most wretched man on earth, and while in their custody ...choose one of the following…
- They fastened your feet with a rope and dragged you over the stepping stones of the staircase, down into a filthy, nauseating cellar.
- They took off your clothing and stung your body with iron pins.
- They attached a rope around your body and pulled you along on the ground, from end to end.
- They hung you on a wooden piece with a slipknot until you slipped out and fell down. Overwhelmed by this torture, you wept bloody tears.
- They tied you to a post and pierced your body with various arms.
- They struck you with stones and burnt you with blazing embers and torches.
- They pierced you with awls; sharp spears tore your skin, flesh and arteries out of your body.
- They tied you to a post and made you stand, barefoot, on an incandescent metal sheet.
- They crowned you with an iron crown and wrapped your eyes with the dirtiest possible rags.
- They made you sit on a chair covered with sharp pointed nails, causing deep wounds in your body.
- They poured on your wounds liquid lead and resin, and after this torture, they pressed you on the nailed chair, so that the nails went deeper and deeper into your flesh.
- For shame and affliction, they drove needles into the holes of your uprooted beard. Then they tied your hands behind your back and led you walking out of prison with strikes and blows.
- They threw you upon a cross and attached you so tightly that you could hardly breathe anymore.
- They threw at your head as you lay on the earth, and they stepped on you, hurting your breast. Then, taking a thorn from my crown, they drove it into your tongue.
- They poured into your mouth the most immodest excretions, as they uttered the most infamous expressions about you.
Now say…
My Lord and my God, it is my unchangeable will to honour you in these fifteen secret torments when you shed your Precious Blood: as many times as there are grains of sand around the seas, as grains of wheat in the fields, as blades of grass in the meadows, as fruit in the orchards, as leaves on the trees, as flowers in the garden, as stars in the sky, as angels in heaven, as creatures on earth; so many thousands of times may you be glorified, praised and honoured, O most loveworthy Lord Jesus Christ – your Holiest Heart, your Precious Blood, your Divine Sacrifice for mankind, the Holiest Sacrament of the Altar – by the Most Holy Virgin Mary, the nine glorious choirs of angels, the blessed phalanx of the saints, myself and everyone, now and forever.
In like manner, I desire, my dear Jesus, to give you thanksgiving, to serve you, to repair and atone for all ignominies and to offer you my soul and body as your possessions forever.
Likewise, I regret all my sins and beg your pardon, O my Lord and my God. Almighty Father, I offer you all the merits of Jesus Christ to repair everything, to obtain a happy dying-hour and the deliverance of the souls from purgatory.
This prayer I desire to renew at each hour until my death, O lovable Jesus. Sweet Saviour, fortify my resolution and permit not that neither wretched men nor Satan destroy it. Amen.
[1] Portuguese to English translation: scourging, whippings
[2] Portuguese to English translation: Swallow
[3] Portuguese to English translation: outrage, insult, indignity
[4] This prayer devotion that Jesus Christ revealed to Blessed Maria Maddalena Martinengo (1687 – 1737) was approved by Pope Clement XII. Blessed Maria fervently desired to know something about the unrecorded sufferings that Jesus endured while in custody of the Jews before his crucifixion. For additional revelations from the Triune God and Blessed Mother Mary, see “The fifteen secret pains of Jesus Christ” in “Resources” on www.alpha-omega.org.za.