“Well, my children, you will pass this on
to all of my people.”
Simple reproduction without commentary or
controversy
of the original edition of Lecce in
1879.
THE APPARITION
Only the
witness herself, Melanie, can, along with Maximin, give an account of the
apparition. After giving it by word of mouth an incalculable number of times,
she decided to write it all down in 1878. It was published at Lecce on the 15th
of November 1879 – with the “Imprimatur” of Bishop Zola - and reprinted “ne
varietur” at Lyon in 1904, a few months before Melanie's death. This slim
booklet is now a rarity. The text is followed exactly here.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The original text
of the Message and Secret of La Salette, approved by the Catholic Church, are
published here in their entirety for the first time in the English
Language.
We sincerely
thank Mr. Joseph Corteville, President of the Association of the Children of
Notre Dame of La Salette and of Saint Louis Marie Grignion of Montford+, and
Director of L'Impartial+, a Marian revue, to have graciously supplied us
with this manuscript and for authorizing us to publish same.
In our turn, we
authorize all people, journalists, editors or associations to republish this
faithfully in whole or in part.
It is essential
that these prophetic messages be wide spread more than ever in all of the world
and as quickly as possible. It is an order from the Mother of God. “Well, my
children, you will pass it on to all of my people.”
We are counting
on the support and initiative of all people of good will to attain our goal. We
ask Our Lady's blessings on this apostolate and its
supporters.
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On the 18th of September (1846), the eve of the Holy
Apparition of the Holy Virgin, I was alone, as usual, watching over my Master's
cows. Around eleven o'clock in the morning, I saw a small boy walking towards
me. I was frightened at this, for it seemed to me that everyone ought to know
that I avoided all kinds of company. This boy came up to me and said:
“Little
girl, I’m coming with you, I'm from Corps too”. At these words, the natural evil
in me soon showed itself, and taking a few steps back, I told him: “I don't want
anybody around. I want to be alone.” But the boy followed me, saying: “Go on,
let me stay with you. My Master told me to come and watch over my cows together
with yours. I'm from Corps.”
I walked away
from him, gesturing to him that I didn't want anybody around, and when I was
some distance away, I sat down on the grass. There, I used to talk with the
little flowers of the Good Lord.
A moment later,
I looked behind me, and there I found Maximin sitting close to me. Straightway
he says to me: “Keep me with you. I'll be very good.”
But the natural
evil in me will not hear reason. I jump to my feet, and run a little farther
off without saying a word and again I start playing with the little flowers of
the Good Lord. In an instant, Maximin was there again, telling me he would be
very good, that he wouldn't talk, that he would get bored all by himself, and
that his Master had sent him to be with me, etc. This time, I took pity, I
gestured to him to sit down, and I kept on playing with the little flowers of
the Good Lord.
It wasn't long
before Maximin broke the silence by bursting into laughter (I think he was
making fun of me). I look at him and he says to me: “Let's have some fun, let's
make up a game”. I said nothing in reply, for I was so ignorant I didn't
understand what games with other people were, always having been alone. I played
with the flowers, on my own, and Maximin came right up close to me, doing
nothing but laughing, telling me the flowers didn’t have ears to listen to me
and that we should play together instead. But I had no liking for the game he
told me to play. I started talking to him, however, and he told me that the ten
days he was to spend with his Master would soon be over and then he would go
home to his father in Corps etc...
While he was
talking, I heard the bell of La Salette, it was the Angelus. I gestured to
Maximin to lift his soul up to God. He took off his hat and was silent for a
moment. Then I said: “Do you want to have dinner?” “Yes, he replied, let's eat.”
We sat down and I brought out of my bag the provisions my Master had given me.
As was my habit, before breaking into my little round loaf, I made a cross with
the point of my knife on the bread, and a little hole in the middle, saying: “If
the devil's in there, may he leave, and if the Good Lord is in there, may he
stay!” and I rapidly covered up the little hole. Maximin burst into laughter
and kicked the loaf out of my hands. It rolled down the mountainside and was
lost from sight. I had another piece of bread which we shared. Afterwards, we
played a game. Then, realizing that Maximin must still be hungry, I pointed out
a place on the mountainside covered with all kinds of berries. I urged him to go
and eat some and he went straight away. He ate a few berries and brought back
his hat full of them. In the evening we walked back down the mountain together
and promised to come back the next day and watch over our cows
together.
The next day,
the 19th of September, I met Maximin on the way up. We climbed up the mountain
side together. I discovered that Maximin was a very good, simple boy, and would
willingly talk about what I wanted to talk about. He was also very flexible and
had no fixed opinions. He was just a little curious, for, when I walked away
from him, as soon as he saw I had stopped, he would run over to me to see what I
was doing and hear what I was saying to the flowers of the Good Lord. And if he
arrived too late, he would ask me what I had said.
Maximin told me
to teach him a game. It was already late morning. I told him to gather some
flowers for the “Paradise”. We set to work together. Soon we had a number of
flowers of various colours. I could hear the village Angelus ringing, for the
weather was fine and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Having told the Good Lord
what we had learned, I said to Maximin that we ought to drive our cows on to a
small plateau near the gully, where there would be stones to build the
“Paradise”. We drove our cows to the selected spot and then had a small meal.
Then we started collecting stones to build our little house, which comprised of
a so-called ground floor which was where we were to live, and then a story above
which was to be, as we called it, “Paradise.”
This story was
decorated all over with different-colored flowers, with garlands hanging from
flower stalks. This “Paradise” was covered by a single large stone which we had
strewn with flowers. We had also hung garlands all the way round. When we had
finished, we sat and looked at the “Paradise”. We began to feel sleepy and
having moved a couple of feet away, we went to sleep on the
grass.
When I woke up I
couldn't see the cows, so I called Maximin and climbed up the little mound. From
there I could see our cows grazing peacefully and I was on my way down, with
Maximin on his way up, when all at once I saw a beautiful light shining more
brightly than the sun.
“Maximin, do you
see what is over there? Oh! My God!” At the same moment, I dropped the stick I
was holding. Something inconceivably fantastic passed through me in that moment
and I felt myself being drawn. I felt a great respect, full of love, and my
heart beat faster.
I kept my eyes
firmly fixed on this light, which was static, and as if it had opened up, I
caught sight of another, much more brilliant light which was moving, and in this
light I saw a most beautiful lady sitting on top of our Paradise, with her head
in her hands.
This beautiful
Lady stood up; she coolly crossed her arms while watching us, and said to us:
“Come, my
children, fear not, I am here to PROCLAIM GREAT NEWS TO YOU.”
These soft and sweet
words made me fly to her, and my heart desired to attach itself to her
forever.
When I was up close to
the Beautiful Lady, in front of her to her right, she began to speak and from
her beautiful eyes tears also started to flow.
“If my people do
not wish to submit themselves, I am forced to let go of the hand of my Son. It
is so heavy and weighs me down so much I can no longer keep hold of
it
“I have suffered
all of the time for the rest of you! If I do not wish my Son to abandon you, I
must take it upon myself to pray for this continually. And the rest of you think
little of this. In vain you will pray, in vain you will act, and you will never
be able to make up for the trouble I have taken over for the rest of
you.
“I gave you six
days to work; I kept the seventh for myself, and no one wishes to grant it to
me. This is what weighs down the arm of my Son so much.
“Those who drive
carts cannot speak without putting the name of my Son in the
middle.
“These are the
two things which weigh down the arm of my Son so much. If the harvest is
spoiled, it is only because of the rest of you. I made you see this last year
with the potatoes; you took little account of this. It was quite the opposite
when you found bad potatoes, you swore oaths, and you included the name of my
Son. They will continue to go bad, at Christmas there will be none
left.”
At this point, I
was trying to interpret the word “potatoes” (pommes de terre): I thought I
understood it to be “apples” (pommes) 1. The Beautiful and Good Lady, reading my
thoughts, repeated thus:
“You do not
understand, my children. I will tell it to you another way.
“If the harvest
is spoiled, it does not seem to affect you. I made you see this last year with
the potatoes. You took little account of this. It was quite the opposite when
you found bad potatoes, you swore oaths, and you included the name of my Son.
They will continue to go bad and at Christmas, there will be none
left.
“If you have
corn, you must not sow it. The beasts will eat all that you sow. And all that
grows will fall to dust when you thresh it. A great famine will come. Before the
famine comes, children under the age of seven will begin to tremble and will die
in the arms of those who hold them. The others will do penance through hunger.
The nuts will go bad, the grapes will become rotten.”
At this point,
the Beautiful Lady, who was entrancing me, for a moment did not make herself
heard. I could see, however, that she was continuing, as if speaking, to move
graciously her kindly lips. At this moment, Maximin was receiving his secret.
Then, turning to me, the Most Holy Virgin spoke to me and gave me a secret in
French. Here is this secret in its entirety as she gave it to
me.
“Melanie, what I
am about to tell you now will not always be a secret. You may make it public in
1858.
“The priests,
ministers of my Son, the priests, by their wicked lives, by their irreverence
and their impiety in the celebration of the holy mysteries, by their love of
money, their love of honors and pleasures, and the priests have become cesspools
of impurity. Yes, the priests are asking vengeance, and vengeance is hanging
over their heads. Woe to the priests and to those dedicated to God who by their
unfaithfulness and their wicked lives are crucifying my Son again! The sins of
those dedicated to God cry out towards Heaven and call for vengeance, and now
vengeance is at their door, for there is no one left to beg mercy and
forgiveness for the people. There are no more generous souls; there is no one
left worthy of offering a stainless sacrifice to the Eternal for the sake of the
world.
“God will strike
in an unprecedented way.
“Woe to the
inhabitants of the earth! God will exhaust His wrath upon them and no one will
be able to escape so many afflictions together.
“The chiefs, the
leaders of the people of God have neglected prayer and penance, and the devil
has bedimmed their intelligence. They have become wandering stars which the old
devil will drag along with his tail to make them perish. God will allow the old
serpent to cause divisions among those who reign in every society and in every
family. Physical and moral agonies will be suffered. God will abandon mankind to
itself and will send punishments which will follow one after the other for more
than thirty-five years.
“The Society of
men is on the eve of the most terrible scourges and of gravest events. Mankind
must expect to be ruled with an iron rod and to drink from the chalice of the
wrath of God.
“May the curate
of my Son, Pope Pius IX never leave Rome again after 1859; may he, however, be
steadfast and noble, may he fight with the weapons of faith and love. I will be
at his side. May he be on his guard against Napoleon: he is two-faced, and when
he wishes to make himself Pope as well as Emperor, God will soon draw back from
him. He is the master-mind who, always wanting to ascend further, will fall on
the sword he wished to use to force his people to be raised
up.
“Italy will be
punished for her ambition in wanting to shake off the yoke of the Lord of Lords.
And so she will be left to fight a war; blood will flow on all sides. Churches
will be locked up or desecrated. Priests and religious orders will be hunted
down, and made to die a cruel death. Several will abandon the faith, and a great
number of priests and members of religious orders will break away from the true
religion; among these people there will even be bishops.
“May the Pope
guard against the performers of miracles. For the time has come when the most
astonishing wonders will take place on the earth and in the
air.
“In the year
1864, Lucifer together with a large number of demons will be unloosed from hell;
they will put an end to faith little by little, even in those dedicated to God.
They will blind them in such a way, that, unless they are blessed with a special
grace, these people will take on the spirit of these angels of hell; several
religious institutions will lose all faith and will lose many
souls.
“Evil books will
be abundant on earth and the sprits of darkness will spread everywhere a
universal slackening of all that concerns the service of God. They will have
great power over Nature: there will be churches built to serve these spirits.
People will be transported from one place to another by these evil spirits, even
priests, for they will not have been guided by the good spirit of the Gospel
which is a spirit of humility, charity and zeal for the glory of God. On
occasions, the dead and the righteous will be brought back to life. (That is to
say that these dead will take on the form of righteous souls which had lived on
earth, in order to lead men further astray; these so-called resurrected dead,
who will be nothing but the devil in this form, will preach another Gospel
contrary to that of the true Christ Jesus, denying the existence of Heaven; that
is also to say, the souls of the damned. All these souls will appear as if fixed
to their bodies).2
“Everywhere
there will be extraordinary wonders, as true faith has faded and false light
brightens the people. Woe to the Princes of the Church who think only of piling
riches upon riches to protect their authority and dominate with
pride.
“The Vicar of my
Son will suffer a great deal, because for a while the Church will yield to large
persecution, a time of darkness and the Church will witness a frightful
crisis.
“The true faith
to the Lord having been forgotten, each individual will want to be on his own
and be superior to people of same identity, they will abolish civil rights as
well as ecclesiastical, all order and all justice would be trampled underfoot
and only homicides, hate, jealousy, lies and dissension would be seen without
love for country or family.
“The Holy Father
will suffer a great deal. I will be with him until the end and receive his
sacrifice.
“The mischievous
would attempt his life several times to do harm and shorten his days but neither
him nor his successor will see the triumph of the Church of
God.
“All the civil
governments will have one and the same plan, which will be to abolish and do
away with every religious principal to make way for materialism, atheism,
spiritualism and vice of all kinds.
“In the year
1865, there will be desecration of holy places. In convents, the flowers of the
Church will decompose and the devil will make himself like the King of all
hearts. May those in charge of religious communities be on their guard against
the people they must receive, for the devil will resort to all his evil tricks
to introduce sinners into religious orders, for disorder and the love of carnal
pleasures will be spread all over the earth.
“France, Italy,
Spain, and England will be at war. Blood will flow in the streets. Frenchman
will fight Frenchman, Italian will fight Italian. A general war will follow
which will be appalling. For a time, God will cease to remember France and Italy
because the Gospel of Jesus Christ has been forgotten. The wicked will make use
of all their evil ways. Men will kill each other; massacre each other even in
their homes.
“At the first
blow of His thundering sword, the mountains and all Nature will tremble in
terror, for the disorders and crimes of men have pierced the vault of the
heavens. Paris will burn and Marseilles will be engulfed. Several cities will
be shaken down and swallowed up by earthquakes. People will believe that all is
lost. Nothing will be seen but murder, nothing will be heard but the clash of
arms and blasphemy.
“The righteous
will suffer greatly. Their prayers, their penances and their tears will rise up
to Heaven and all of God’s people will beg for forgiveness and mercy and will
plead for my help and intercession. And then Jesus Christ, in an act of His
justice and His great mercy will command His Angels to have all His enemies put
to death. Suddenly, the persecutors of the Church of Jesus Christ and all those
given over to sin will perish and the earth will become desert-like. And then
peace will be made, and man will be reconciled with God. Jesus Christ will be
served, worshipped and glorified. Charity will flourish everywhere. The new
kings will be the right arm of the holy Church, which will be strong, humble,
and pious in Its poor but fervent imitation of the virtues of Jesus Christ. The
Gospel will be preached everywhere and mankind will make great progress in its
faith, for there will be unity among the workers of Jesus Christ and man will
live in fear of God.
“This peace
among men will be short-lived. Twenty-five years of plentiful harvests will make
them forget that the sins of men are the cause of all the troubles on this
earth.
“A forerunner of
the Antichrist, with his troops gathered from several nations, will fight
against the true Christ, the only Saviour of the world. He will shed much blood
and will want to annihilate the worship of God to make himself be looked upon as
a God.
“The earth will
be struck by calamities of all kinds (in addition to plague and famine which
will be wide-spread). There will be a series of wars until the last war, which
will then be fought by the ten Kings of the Antichrist, all of whom will have
one and the same plan and will be the only rulers of the world. Before this
comes to pass, there will be a kind of false peace in the world. People will
think of nothing but amusement. The wicked will give themselves over to all
kinds of sin. But the children of the holy Church, the children of my faith, my
true followers, they will grow in their love for God and in all the virtues most
precious to me. Blessed are the souls humbly guided by the Holy Spirit! I shall
fight at their side until they reach a fullness of years.
“Nature is
asking for vengeance because of man, and she trembles with dread at what must
happen to the earth stained with crime. Tremble, earth, and you who proclaim
yourselves as serving Jesus Christ and who, on the inside, only adore
yourselves, tremble, for God will hand you over to His enemy, because the holy
places are in a state of corruption. Many convents are no longer houses of God,
but the grazing-grounds of Asmodeas and his like. It will be during this time
that the Antichrist will be born of a Hebrew nun, a false virgin who will
communicate with the old serpent, the master of impurity, his father will be B.
At birth, he will spew out blasphemy; he will have teeth, in a word; he will be
the devil incarnate. He will scream horribly, he will perform wonders; he will
feed on nothing but impurity. He will have brothers who, although not devils
incarnate like him, will be children of evil. At the age of twelve, they will
draw attention upon themselves by the gallant victories they will have won; soon
they will each lead armies, aided by the legions of hell.
“The seasons
will be altered, the earth will produce nothing but bad fruit, the stars will
lose their regular motion, and the moon will only reflect a faint reddish glow.
Water and fire will give the earth's globe convulsions and terrible earthquakes
which will swallow up mountains, cities, etc...
“Rome will lose
the faith and become the seat of the Antichrist.
“The demons of
the air together with the Antichrist will perform great wonders on earth and in
the atmosphere, and men will become more and more perverted. God will take care
of His faithful servants and men of good will. The Gospel will be preached
everywhere, and all peoples of all nations will get to know the
truth.
“I make an
urgent appeal to the earth. I call on the true disciples of the living God who
reigns in Heaven; I call on the true followers of Christ made man, the only true
Saviour of men; I call on my children, the true faithful, those who have given
themselves to me so that I may lead them to my divine Son, those whom I carry in
my arms, so to speak, those who have lived on my spirit. Finally, I call on the
Apostles of the Last Days, the faithful disciples of Jesus Christ who have lived
in scorn for the world and for themselves, in poverty and in humility, in scorn
and in silence, in prayer and in mortification, in chastity and in union with
God, in suffering and unknown to the world. It is time they came out and filled
the world with light. Go and reveal yourselves to be my cherished children. I am
at your side and within you, provided that your faith is the light which shines
upon you in these unhappy days. May your zeal make you famished for the glory
and the honour of Jesus Christ. Fight, children of light, you, the few who can
see. For now is the time of all times, the end of all ends.
“The Church will
be in eclipse, the world will be in dismay. But now Enoch and Eli will come,
filled with the Spirit of God. They will preach with the might of God, and men
of good will will believe in God, and many souls will be comforted. They will
make great steps forward through the virtue of the Holy Spirit and will condemn
the devilish lapses of the Antichrist. Woe to the inhabitants of the earth!
There will be bloody wars and famines, plagues and infectious diseases. It will
rain with a fearful hail of animals. There will be thunderstorms which will
shake cities, earthquakes which will swallow up countries. Voices will be heard
in the air. Men will beat their heads against walls, call for their death, and
on another side death will be their torment. Blood will flow on all sides. Who
will be the victor if God does not shorten the length of the test? All the
blood, the tears and prayers of the righteous, God will relent. Enoch and Eli
will be put to death. Pagan Rome will disappear. The fire of Heaven will fall
and consume three cities. All the universe will be struck with terror and many
will let themselves be lead astray because they have not worshipped the true
Christ who lives among them. It is time; the sun is darkening; only faith will
survive.
“Now is the
time; the abyss is opening. Here is the King of Kings of darkness; here is the
Beast with his subjects, calling himself the Saviour of the world. He will rise
proudly into the air to go to Heaven. He will be smothered by the breath of the
Archangel Saint Michael. He will fall, and the earth, which will have been in a
continuous series of evolutions for three days, will open up its fiery bowels;
and he will have plunged for all eternity with all his followers into the
everlasting chasms of hell. And then water and fire will purge the earth and
consume all the works of men's pride and all will be renewed. God will be served
and glorified.”
Then the Holy
Virgin gave me, also in French, THE RULE OF A NEW RELIGIOUS ORDER. When She had
given me the Rule of this new religious Order, the Holy Virgin continued the
speech in the same manner 3:
“If they
convert, the stones and rocks will change into wheat, and potatoes will be found
sown in the earth. Do you say your prayers properly, my
children?”
We both replied:
“Oh! no, Madame, not so much.”
“Oh! my
children, you must say them morning and evening. When you can do no more, say a
Pater and an Ave Maria; and when you have the time to do better, you will say
more.
“Only a few old
women go to Mass; in the summer, the rest work all day Sunday and in the winter,
when they are at a loose end, they only go to Mass to make fun of religion.
During Lent, they go to the butcher's like hungry dogs.
“Have you ever
seen any spoilt wheat, my children?”
We both
answered: “Oh no, Madame.”
The Holy Virgin
turned to Maximin, saying:
“But you, my
child, you must have seen some once near le ‘Coin’, with your father. The farmer
said to your father: ‘Come and see how my wheat's gone bad!’ You went to see.
Your father took two or three ears in his hand, rubbed them, and they fell to
dust. Then, on your way back, when you were no more than half an hour away from
Corps, your father gave you a piece of bread, and said: ‘Take it, eat it while
you can, my son, for I don't know who will be eating anything next year if the
wheat is spoiled like that!’”
Maximin replied:
“It's quite true, Madame, I didn't remember.”
The Most Holy
Virgin brought her speech to an end in French.
“AND SO, MY CHILDREN, YOU WILL PASS THIS ON TO ALL MY
PEOPLE”
The most
beautiful Lady crossed the stream, and after two more steps, without turning
back towards us, who were following Her (for we were drawn to her by her
brilliance and even more by her kindness which elated me, which seemed to melt
my heart), she repeated to us:
“AND SO, MY CHILDREN, YOU WILL PASS THIS ON TO ALL MY
PEOPLE”
Then, She walked
on up to the place where I had gone to see our cows. Her feet touched nothing
but the tips of the grass and without bending them. Once on the top of the
little mound, the beautiful Lady stopped, and I hurried to stand in front of Her
to look at Her so, so closely, and try and see which path she was most inclined
to take. For it was all over for me. I had forgotten both my cows and the
masters I worked for. I had linked myself forever and unconditionally to my
Lady. Yes, I wanted never, never to leave Her. I followed Her with no other
motive and fully disposed to serve Her for the rest of my
life.
In the presence
of my Lady, I felt I had forgotten paradise. I thought of nothing more but to
serve Her in every way possible; and I felt I could have done everything she
could have asked me to do, for it seemed to me that She had a great deal of
power. She looked at me with a tender kindness which drew me to Her. I could
have thrown myself into Her arms with my eyes closed. She did not give me the
time to do so. She rose imperceptibly from the ground to a height of around four
feet or more; and, hanging thus in the air for a split second, my beautiful Lady
looked up to Heaven, then down on the earth to her right and then her left 4,
then She looked at me with Her eyes so soft, so kind and so good that I felt She
was drawing me inside Her, and my heart seemed to open up to
Hers.
And as my heart
melted away, sweetly gladdened, the beautiful face of my good Lady disappeared
little by little. It seemed to me that the light in motion was growing stronger,
or rather condensing around the Most Holy Virgin, to prevent me from seeing her
any longer.
And thus light
took the place of the parts of Her body which were disappearing in front of my
eyes; or rather it seemed to me that the body of my Lady was melting into light.
Thus the sphere of light rose gently towards the right. I cannot say whether
the volume of light decreased as She rose, or whether the growing distance made
me see less and less light as She rose. What I do know, is that I was a long
time with my head raised up, staring at the light, even after the light, which
kept getting further away and decreasing in volume, had finally disappeared. I
take my eyes from the firmament, I look around me.
I see Maximin
looking at me, and I say to him:
“Maxi, that
must have been my father’s Good Lord, or the Holy Virgin, or some other great
saint” 5.
And Maximin
throws his arms into the air and says: “Oh! If only I'd
known!”
The evening of
the 19th of September, we went back down a little earlier than usual. When I
arrived at my master’s farm, I was busy tying up my cows and tidying up in the
stable, and had not yet finished when my mistress came up to me in tears and
said:
“Why, my child,
why didn't you come and tell me what happened on the
mountain?”
Maximin, not
having found his masters who were still at work, had come over to mine and
recounted everything he had seen and heard. I replied:
“I did want to
tell you, but I wanted to get my work finished first.” A moment later, I walked
over to the house and my mistress said to me:
“Tell me what
you have seen. De Bruite, the shepherd (that was the nick name of Pierre Selme,
Maximin's master), has told me everything.”
I began, and
towards the middle of the account, my master arrived back from the fields. My
mistress, who was in tears at hearing the complaints and threats of our sweet
Mother, said: “Ah! You were going to harvest the wheat tomorrow (Sunday). Take
great care. Come and hear what happened today to this child and Pierre Selme's
shepherd-boy.” And turning to me, she said:
“Repeat
everything you have said.”
I started again,
and when I had finished, my master said:
“It was the Holy
Virgin or else a great saint, who has come on behalf of the Good Lord, but it’s
as if the Good Lord had come Himself. We must do what this Saint said. How are
you going to manage to tell that to all Her people?”
I
replied:
“You tell me how
I must go about it, and I will do it.” Then, looking at his mother, wife, and
brother, he added:
“I'll have to
think about that”. Then everyone went back to their business.
After supper,
Maximin and his masters came over to see my masters and to recount what Maximin
had told them, and decide what was to be done.
“For”, they
said, “it seems to us that it was the Holy Virgin sent by the Good Lord. The
words which She spoke convince us of this. And she told them to pass it on to
all of Her people. Perhaps these children will have to travel the world over to
make it known that everyone must observe the commandments of the Good Lord, lest
great misfortunes come upon us.”
After a moment's
silence, my master said to Maximin and me:
“Do you know
what you must do, my children? Tomorrow, you must get up early and both of you
go and see the priest and tell him everything you have seen and heard. Tell him
carefully how it all happened. He will tell you what you have to
do.”
The 20th of
September, the day after the Apparition, I left early in the morning with
Maximin. When we reached the presbytery, I knocked at the door. The priest's
housekeeper came and opened the door and asked us what we wanted. I said to her
(in French, and I, who had never spoken French),
“We would like
to speak to Father Perrin.”
“And what have
you got to say to him?” she asked.
“We wish to tell
him, Miss, that yesterday we went up to watch over our cows on Baisses Mountain
and after dinner, etc...etc.” We recounted a good piece of the Most Holy
Virgin’s words. Then the church-bell rang: it was the final call for Mass.
Father Perrin, the parish priest of La Salette, who had heard us, flung open his
door; he was in tears and was beating his chest. He said to
us:
“My children, we
are lost, God will punish us. Oh! Good Lord! It was the Holy Virgin who appeared
to you!” And he left to say Holy Mass. We looked at each other, Maximin, the
housekeeper, and I. Then Maximin said to me:
“Me, I’m off
home to my father in Corps”, and we parted company.
As my masters
had not told me to return to work immediately after speaking to Father Perrin, I
saw no harm in going to Mass. And so I was in church. Mass begins and after the
first reading from the Gospel, Father Perrin turns to the congregation and tries
to recount to his parishioners, the story of the Apparition which had just taken
place, the day before, on one of their mountains, and he urges them to stop
working on Sundays. His voice was broken with sobs, and all the congregation
was greatly moved. After Holy Mass, I went back to my masters to work. Mr.
Peytard, who still today is the mayor of La Salette 6 came to question me on the
Apparition, and when he had made sure that I was speaking the truth, he went
away convinced.
I stayed on in
the service of my masters until All Saint's Day. Then I was boarded with the
nuns of Providence, in my home town of Corps.
The Most Holy
Virgin was tall and well-proportioned. She seemed so light that a mere breath
could have stirred Her, yet She was motionless and perfectly balanced. Her face
was majestic, imposing, but not imposing in the manner of the Lords here below.
She compelled a respectful fear. At the same time as Her Majesty compelled
respect mingled with love, She drew me to Her. Her gaze was soft and
penetrating. Her eyes seemed to speak to mine, but the conversation came out of
a deep and vivid feeling of love for this ravishing beauty who was liquefying
me. The softness of Her gaze, Her air of incomprehensible goodness made me
understand and feel that she was drawing me to Her and wanted to give Herself.
It was an expression of love which cannot be expressed with the tongue of the
flesh, nor with the letters of the alphabet.
The clothing of
the Most Holy Virgin was silver white and quite brilliant. It was quite
intangible. It was made up of light and glory, sparkling and dazzling. There is
no expression nor comparison to be found on earth.
The Holy Virgin
was all beauty and all love; the sight of Her overwhelmed me. In her finery as
in Her person, everything radiated the majesty, the splendour, the magnificence
of a Queen beyond compare. She seemed as white, immaculate, crystallized,
dazzling, heavenly, fresh and new as a Virgin. The word LOVE seemed to slip from
Her pure and silvery lips. She appeared to me like a good Mother, full of
kindness, amiability, of love for us, of compassion and mercy.
The crown of
roses which She had placed on Her head was so beautiful, so brilliant, that it
defies imagination. The different coloured roses were not of this earth; it was
a joining together of flowers which crowned the head of the Most Holy Virgin.
But the roses kept changing and replacing each other, and then, from the heart
of each rose, there shone a beautiful entrancing light, which gave the roses a
shimmering beauty. From the crown of roses there seemed to arise golden branches
and a number of little flowers mingled with the shining ones. The whole thing
formed a most beautiful diadem, which alone shone brighter than our earth's
sun.
The Holy Virgin
had a most pretty cross hanging round Her neck. This cross seemed golden, (I say
golden rather than gold-plated, for I have sometimes seen objects which were
golden with varying shades of gold, which had a much more beautiful effect on my
eyes than simple gold-plate). On this shining, beautiful cross, there was a
Christ; it was Our Lord on the Cross. Near both ends of the cross there was a
hammer, and at the other end, a pair of tongs. The Christ was skin-colored, but
He shone dazzlingly; and the light shone forth from His holy body seemed like
brightly shining darts which pierced my heart with the desire to melt inside
Him. At times, the Christ appeared to be dead. His head was bent forward and His
body seemed to give way, as if about to fall, had He not been held back by the
nails which held him to the Cross.
I felt a deep
compassion and would have liked to tell His unknown love to the whole world, and
to let seep into mortal souls the most heartfelt love and gratitude towards a
God who had no need whatsoever of us to be everything He is, was and always will
be. And yet, O love that men cannot understand, He made Himself man, and wanted
to die, yes, die, so as to better inscribe in our souls and in our memory, the
passionate love He has for us! Oh, how wretched am I to find myself so poor in
my expression of the love of our good Saviour for us! But, in another way, how
happy we are to be able to feel more deeply that which we cannot
express!
At other times,
the Christ appeared to be alive. His head was erect, His eyes open, and He
seemed to be on the cross of His own accord. At times too, He appeared to speak:
He seemed to show that He was on the cross for our sake, out of love for us, to
draw us to His love, and that He always has more love to give us, that His love
in the beginning and in the year 33 is always that of today and will be for ever
more.
The Holy Virgin
was crying nearly the whole time she was speaking to me. Her tears flowed
gently, one by one, down to her knees, then, like sparks of light, they
disappeared. They were glittering and full of love. I would have liked to
comfort Her and stop Her tears. But it seemed to me that She needed the tears to
show better Her love forgotten by men. I would have liked to throw myself into
Her arms and say to Her:
“My kind Mother,
do not cry! I want to love you for all men on earth.” But she seemed to be
saying to me:
“There are so
many who know me not!”
I was in between
life and death, and on one side, I saw so much desire by this Mother to be
loved, and on another side, so much cold and indifference... Oh! My Mother, most
beautiful and lovable Mother, my love, heart of my heart!
The tears of our
sweet Mother, far from lessening her air of majesty, of a Queen and a Mistress,
seemed, on the contrary, to embellish Her, to make Her more beautiful, more
powerful, more filled with love, more maternal, more ravishing, and I could have
wiped away Her tears which made my heart leap with compassion and love. To see a
mother cry, and such a Mother, without doing everything possible to comfort her
and change her grief to joy, is that possible? Oh! Mother, who is more than
good; you have been formed with all the prerogatives God is able to make; you
have married the power of God, so to speak; you are good, and more, you are good
with the goodness of God Himself. God has extended Himself by making you His
terrestrial and celestial masterpiece.
The Most Holy
Virgin had a yellow pinafore. What am I saying, yellow? She had a pinafore
more brilliant than several suns put together. It was not a tangible material;
it was composed of glory, and this glory was scintillating, and ravishingly
beautiful. Everything in the Holy Virgin carried me firmly and made me kind of
slide into the adoration and love of my Jesus in every state of His mortal
life.
The Most Holy
Virgin had two chains, one a little wider than the other. From the narrower one,
hung the cross which I mentioned earlier. These chains (since they must be given
the name of chains) were like rays of brightly shining glory, sparkling and
dazzling. Her shoes (since they must be called shoes) were white, but a silvery
brilliant white. There were roses around them. These roses were dazzlingly
beautiful, and from the heart of each rose there shone forth a flame of very
beautiful and pleasing light. On Her shoes there was a buckle of gold, not the
gold of this earth, but rather the gold of paradise.
The sight of the
Holy Virgin was itself a perfect paradise. She had everything needed to
satisfy, for earth had been forgotten. The Holy Virgin was surrounded by two
lights. The first light, the nearer to the Most Holy Virgin, reached as far as
us. It shone most beautifully and scintillatingly.
The second light
shone out a little around the Beautiful Lady and we found ourselves bathed in
it. It was motionless (that is to say it wasn't scintillating) but much more
brilliant than our poor sun on earth. All this light did not harm nor tire the
eyes in any way.
In addition to
all these lights, all this splendour, there shone forth concentrations or beams
of light and single rays of light from the body of the Holy Virgin, from her
clothes and from all over Her.
The voice of the
Beautiful Lady was soft. It was enchanting, ravishing, warming to the heart. It
satisfied, flattered every obstacle, it soothed and softened. It seemed to me I
could never stop eating up Her beautiful voice and my heart seemed to dance or
want to go towards Her and melt inside Her.
The eyes of the
most Holy Virgin, our Sweet Mother, cannot be described in human language. To
speak of them, you would need a seraph, you would need more than that, you would
need the language of God Himself, of the God who formed the immaculate Virgin,
the masterpiece of His omnipotence. The eyes of the majestic Mary appeared
thousands of times more beautiful than the rarest brilliants, diamonds and
precious stones. They shone like two suns; they were soft, softness itself, as
clear as a mirror. In her eyes, you could see paradise. They drew you to Her,
She seemed to want to draw and give Herself.
The more I
looked, the more I wanted to see; the more I saw, the more I loved Her and I
loved Her with all my might.
The eyes of the
beautiful Immaculate One were like the door to God's Kingdom, from which you
could see all that can elate the soul. When my eyes met those of the Mother of
God and of myself, I felt inside me a happy revolution of love and a declaration
that I love Her and am melting with love. As we looked at each other, our eyes
spoke to each other in their fashion, and I loved Her so much I could have
kissed Her in the middle of Her eyes, which touched my soul and seemed to draw
it towards them and make it melt into Hers. Her eyes set up a sweet trembling in
all my being; and I was afraid to make the slightest movement which might cause
her the smallest displeasure.
Just the sight
of the eyes of the purest of Virgins would have been enough to make the Heaven
of a blessed creature, enough to fill the soul with the will of the Most High
amid the events which occurs in the course of mortal life, enough to make the
soul perform continual acts of praise, of thanksgiving, of atonement and
expiation. Just this sight focuses the soul on God, and makes it like a
living-death, looking upon all the things of this earth, even the things which
seem the most serious, as nothing but children's playthings. The soul would want
to hear no one speaking unless they spoke of God, and of that which affects His
Glory.
Sin is the only
evil She sees on earth. She will die of grief unless God sustains
Her.
Amen.
MARIA OF THE CROSS,
Victim of Jesus nee MELANIE CALVAT, Shepherdess of La Salette
Castellamare, 21st of
November 1878.
“I anticipate
with great pleasure the ‘Secret’ circulating at full extent; the more it spreads
the more it will arouse salutary fear and numerous returns to God. Mary will
bless those who help at the diffusion as she absolutely wants this passed on to
all of the people. We are punished for having neglected this absolute order from
the Mother of God.”
Extract from a
letter of Melanie relating to the Secret of La Salette.
1. Neither Melanie nor
Maximin understood French. The Beautiful Lady now continues her speech in
“patois”.
2. In a letter to
Father Combe, dated October 7th, 1899, Melanie corrects these words in
parenthesis which are her own, she says, and which she judges to be unclear and
inaccurate. “That is to say”, she writes, “that in those days, which only seem
like twenty years ago, some perverted people (Italian: malvages) had given
themselves over to devotion to the demon of magic. These people would cause to
appear in the eyes of the curious, acquainted and theirs who had not led a
Christian way of life.
“These
supposedly resurrected individuals appeared in heavenly glory. People known to
have lived in the fear of God appeared to be in horrible suffering, and urged
their friends and acquaintances not to follow in their footsteps, and they
preached a Gospel opposed to that of Our Lord Jesus Christ. It seems that these
bizarre occurrences may be put down to the fashion for spiritualistic evocations
and for certain spiritualistic and demoniac practices which no doubt will one
day be brought to light through a thorough examination of the Luciferian
archives of FreeMasonry.”
In the same
letter, Melanie takes care to explain that where it is said that people will be
transported from one place to another, it must be understood as to be in rare
cases only.
3. In
patois.
4. “In which direction
had the Holy Virgin turned when she rose?”- “That way (she pointed
to the East)... I know that Rome is in that direction.”
(Conversation with
Melanie, Miss des Brulais, 8th Sept. 1849.)
5. “My Father's Good
Lord: this is the Crucifix, this living crucifix which the beautiful Lady wears
round Her neck, and which seemed to talk to Her. The Holy Virgin...” Melanie
does not seem to have doubted for a moment that it was Her, this comes out in
the account, however, she does not dare to be the first to state it: it is for
the Church of Jesus Christ to do so, she has this intuition. In effect, the next
morning, it is the parish priest of La Salette who cries out, at the account of
the two children:
“It was the Holy
Virgin who appeared to you”, and from the pulpit, will announce this to his
parishioners, and to all the faithful ones among them.
6. Today: 21st of
November 1878, when this account was written.
“The great
chastisement will come, because men will not be converted; yet it is only their
conversion that can hinder these scourges. God will begin to strike men by
inflicting lighter punishments in order to open their eyes; then He will stop,
or may repeat His former warnings to give place for repentance. But sinners will
not avail themselves of these opportunities; He will, in consequence, send more
severe castigations, anxious to move sinners to repentance, but all in vain.
Finally, the obduracy of sinners shall draw upon their heads the greatest and
most terrible calamities.
“We are all guilty!
Penance is not done, and sin increases daily. Those who should come forward to
do good are retained by fear. Evil is great. A moderate punishment serves only
to irritate the spirits, because they view all things with human eyes. God could
work a miracle to convert and change the aspect of the earth without
chastisement. God will work a miracle; it will be a stroke of His mercy; but
after the wicked shall have inebriated themselves with blood, the scourge shall
arrive.
“What countries
shall be preserved from such calamities? Where shall we go for refuge? I, in my
turn, shall ask, What is the country that observes the commandments of God?
What country is not influenced by human fear where the interest of the Church
and the glory of God are at stake? (Ah, indeed! What country, what nation upon
earth?) In behalf of my Superior and myself, I have often asked myself where we
could go for refuge, had we the means for the journey and for our subsistence,
on condition that no person were to know it? But I renounce these useless
thoughts. We are very guilty! In consequence of this, it is necessary that a
very great and terrible scourge should come to revive our faith, and to restore
to us our very reason, which we have almost entirely lost. Wicked men are
devoured by a thirst for exercising their cruelty; but when they shall have
reached the uttermost point of barbarity, God Himself shall extend His hand to
stop them, and very soon after, a complete change shall be effected in all
surviving persons. Then they will sing the Te Deum Laudamus with the most
lively gratitude and love. The Virgin Mary, our Mother, shall be our liberatrix.
Peace shall reign, and the charity of Jesus Christ shall unite all hearts...Let
us pray; let us pray. God does not wish to chastise us severely. He speaks to us
in so many, so many ways to make us return to Him. How long shall we remain
stubborn? Let us pray, let us pray; let us never cease praying and doing
penance. Let us pray for our Holy Father the Pope, the only light for the
faithful in these times of darkness. O yes, let us by all means prays much. Let
us pray to good, sweet, merciful Virgin Mary; for we stand in great need of her
powerful hands over our heads.”
Words of
Maximin:
“In this time the
Antichrist will be born of a nun of Hebraic descent, a false virgin, who will
have intercourse with the ancient serpent, with the master of impurity and
putrefaction. His father will be a bishop. He will perform false miracles and
subsist only on vitiating faith. He will have brethren, who will be children of
evil but not incarnate devils like himself. Soon they will be at the head of
armies, supported by the legions of hell.”
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