Death of Lord Jesus


Today we go under the cross. Kneel beside Me and look at Jesus, at God. Jesus is still alive. He breaths with difficulty, He sees with difficulty, but He knows, He knows that I am right next to Him, that I am as close as I can be. The crowd seems only now to fall into real rage, when it can no longer reach Him in order to hit Him. He allowed Himself to be hit by anyone who stretched out a hand against Him. He did not step aside once before the blow, not once. And now He is too high, they can no longer beat Him, they can no longer spit at Him, so they start to scram. Suddenly all the obstinacy of evil hearts pours out in a torrent of blasphemies, an atrocity of lewdness and hatred. Mockery, derision, and further unending torments, with which they try to add Him pain. At times, someone snaps and throws a stone at the Crucified Jesus. The image of His infinite misery does not touch the crowd, but arouses it to even more monstrous tortures.

I close Myself to the world, leave this place, rise to the depth of the Heart of Jesus to be with Him to the end. Finding His gaze, I breathe in His last words – what is He saying? What does He desire? What can I do? I stare at His dying lips, the tortured Body, a living Sacrifice, a living payment for all human sins, the living image of God, the image of Love. I no longer desire relief, not a second of relief, not a single thought of consolation.  I desire only the cross; I unite My Heart with the dying Heart of My Child. Our Hearts unite in the pain of dying for the world. I would have torn out My Heart to revive His Heart, but both must suffer, both must die, give up their life and martyr’s blood in order to nourish with life the entire mankind. The cutting edge of the sword, which from the first moment lodged in My Heart, lets itself know precisely. My every breath potentiates My pain, with every breath My wound increases, with every second My pain intensifies. Jesus speaks again, whispers. I want to understand, those are the last words – John is My son, I the Mother, He is going away, leaves Me behind here, will leave Me, I will remain without Him. This separation is unbearable. “As long as you live, My Son, I am , I am beside You. As long as you live, I will be dying together with You. I will not drift My thoughts, I will not look away, I will not leave You. Do not comfort Me because My suffering is nothing besides Yours”. I can not die, I have to stay and take care of everything instead of Him, when He will go away. – “All right My Son, let it be that way, everything that you wish for”.

In the silence, there is a deafening thunder. Nature gives obeisance to the Savior. The beloved lips close, the brightest eyes cover themselves in darkness, the most tender Heart dies, calls Me. I answer tenderly: – “I am, My Son, I am beside You, I will always be”. And after I wait, I look, I no longer breathe, I can not, I could drown out His word, the last word. No, He does not speak, My Child does not speak anymore, complete silence, I still have hope, I search for the last look, just one more, no, no, it is over. My Son is dead, dead, He is gone.

Translated from: Tajemnica różańca świętego z rozważaniami różańcowymi dyktowanymi przez Matke Bożą, na podstawie na podstawie Orędzi na Czasy Ostateczne które własnie nadeszły, Grzechynia 2013, p. 83-87