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The Passion and Death of
"Now about the sixth hour there was darkness over the whole earth,
until the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud
voice, saying: Eli, Eli, lamma sabacthani? that is, My God, my God, why
hast thou forsaken me? And some that stood there and heard, said: This man
calleth Elias. And immediately one of them running took a sponge, and
filled it with vinegar; and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink. And
the others said: Let be, let us see whether Elias will come to deliver
him. And Jesus again crying with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. And
behold the veil of the temple was rent in two from the top even to the
bottom, and the earth quaked, and the rocks were rent. And the graves were
opened: and many bodies of the saints that had slept arose, and coming out
of the tombs after his resurrection, came into the holy city, and appeared
to many. Now the centurion and they that were with him watching Jesus,
having seen the earthquake, and the things that were done, were sore
afraid, saying: Indeed this was the Son of God."
The Passion and Death of Our Lord Jesus Christ
Passion as related by Veronica:
started by requesting that on the three initial beads of the Rosary we say
the Acts of Faith, Hope, and Charity. Then we entered into the Sorrowful
AGONY IN THE GARDEN
the first decade I saw Jesus on His knees, bent over in anguish, praying.
He was wearing a long, burgundy-colored cape over an inner garment of
beige-colored material, long and flowing. There was a great sadness in His
face, great sorrow. He was talking to His Father in Heaven:
" 'Father, I will drink of this cup, down to the last dreg, if
it be Your will. It is not I that should seek that this cup be removed
from Me. My strength is everlasting in the light, and My heart a bleeding
vessel for this cup.'
"During the second Mystery, I cried out, "No! No! Stop
that!" For there was our beloved Jesus being pulled to and fro as His
tormentors pulled His upper garment from His back. They tied His wrists
together and drove a spike into an upright beam. Jesus' hands were bound
by strips of a brown, leather-like cord. Then the central part of the cord
that bound His hands was looped over the spike in the beam. Poor Jesus was
pinned by His hands.
"There were five people in this cave-like room that appeared
to be dug out of a hillside, a sort of hole-room in the hillside.
"I screamed and winced as two soldiers took turns hitting
Jesus' bare back with a long brown, leather-like strap. On this strap were
metal hooks, laid horizontally all along the strap. These nail-like,
claw-like fixtures on the strap cut and scratched deeply into Jesus'
flesh, causing blood to pour out. It was a despicable game with the
soldiers. They laughed and joked. Jesus never said a word.
"I cried, 'Say something! Say something!' He could save
Himself, but Jesus remained silent as they spat and insulted Him. His back
became a mass of welts and torn flesh. Jesus was barefoot; His sandals had
fallen off as they banged a stake higher into the pole and raised poor
Jesus up so His toes barely touched the floor. The floor was just dirt and
blood. The soldier remarked, 'Maybe they cut out His lying tongue. Ha,
ha!' Our poor Jesus remained silent.
"Off to the side I saw a room. There was a large, kettle-like
pot, real old looking—of
rough metal, a deep reddish-brown in color, very large. Underneath was a
fire burning; there was a heavy liquid bubbling. Off to the side was
another, longer metal receptacle filled with water. There were two
soldiers dressed in short dresses—short,
knee-length skirts, with pointed metal pieces hanging down in a pattern of
triangles all around the waist, front and back.
"They had a metal, vest-like covering on their chests and
silver-colored metal headpieces that were shaped like a cap, but swooped
up to a flowing design on the top. Three other men were almost naked,
dressed in diaper-like clothing. They were holding a long piece of metal.
They placed the end in the large kettle; it had a red-hot glow. Then the
third man had a large, mallet-like hammer, and he beat on the hot metal.
He was pounding it round and round until it looked like a spike. He would
then douse it in that metal water trough. Two soldiers were talking over
at the side. Later they took the five spikes. (There were five large
CROWNING WITH THORNS
"I then saw Jesus. He had been cut from the post and had
fallen over. A soldier roughly pulled Him over to a wicker-like stool and
plunked Jesus onto it. Poor Jesus hung forward, and a nasty soldier put a
long stick in His hands to balance Him up, and yelled, 'Ha, ha! So this is
the King of the Jews! Let's dress Him as fitting!'
"The soldier went outside, to return with an armful of brier
bush. He used the metal tongs to make it easier to handle. He made a sort
of cap and stuffed a circlet of briers into it. In that way he could
handle it better and shove it on poor Jesus' head. The thorns were too
hard to weave, to stay together, so the cap was thought of. It was so big,
and he kept batting it down with a stick. The sadist gloated as he swung.
Jesus, dearest Savior, said never a word. The pain was excruciating. Tears
coursed down the cheeks of our poor Jesus, but they were of sorrow. The
greatest pain was in His heart!
"Jesus' hands were tied again with the brown, leather-like
material; and He was dragged to His feet. The soldier draped His top gown
over His torn back. Oh, I could see it stick to His oozing blood. Oh, it
CARRYING OF THE CROSS
"Then a soldier pushed Jesus out of the hole-like entrance,
and down a road. There were many people, all in a spirit of carnival. Two
soldiers pushed Jesus over to the side of the big crossbeam which was
carried through the crowd. It looked like a heavy log—real
rough, and a brownish wood. Two soldiers stood it up and another put Jesus
over to it. Two soldiers started to tie His hands onto it. It was
supported across His back and on the shoulders. It looked awfully heavy
and awkward. The brown leather rope was taut across His elbow area. He
seemed to be balancing and supporting the beam as He struggled on.
"There were three ladies and a man walking off to one side
with Him. The ladies were weeping silently. The man had his arm about a
lady. The man was very tall. He had a long, brown gown on, and he had a
brown beard and dark brown hair. The ladies wore beige-colored gowns; but
one lady had a purple, coat-like garment over hers.
"Jesus tripped and fell. He was so weak now, the beam had
thrown Him off balance as He staggered. Poor Jesus fell. One nasty old man
ran out of the crowd to spit and kick Him—the
nasty old beast! I tried to tear off my tunic to wipe the blood out of His
eyes. It was awful! He looked up at me—the
soldiers wouldn't let me through. I pulled at my hair in frustration and
anguish. Jesus looked at me, and I saw the love of an eternal, glorious
promise. I cried, 'What could I do?' I screamed, 'Help Him! Help Him,
please!' I, Veronica, was helpless to lift the cross. I could only hope to
wipe His dear face.
"Soon a soldier grabbed a man out of
the crowd. This man had a long gown on with stripes down the front, and he
had a turban wrapped around his head with stripes in the front. He sure
didn't want to carry the beam, but they knew Jesus couldn't make it to the
outskirts of the town. So this man shouldered the beam while the insane
crowd taunted. Jesus was pushed and pulled along. Dirt and blood were all
over Him; He was a picture of bloody grime.
"I was retching; I was sick. Oh, such a horror! Such torture!
How could they do this to Him? What did He do but love everyone! Beasts!
Beasts! Soon the soldier ran up with the five spikes. When they reached
the hill, there was a long piece of wood already on the ground. A soldier
lifted the beam from the shoulders of this other man and threw it to the
ground. Two other soldiers placed it on top of the long piece of wood to
form a cross—long
all the way down, and sort of sticking out at the top. They slammed one
spike into the two beams and the cross was made.
"Two lousy soldiers threw Jesus to the ground, and they pulled
His arms out to stretch across the cross beam. Oh, how it hurt, the back
so torn! I could see the pain in Jesus' eyes, but He never uttered a word.
He just looked sad. Then they took brown, leather-like cord and wrapped it
around His wrists at the board, bound to the board. Then they lifted and
tied the wrists to the board, bound and wound the leather cord around the
ankles and the wood to hold Him in place.
"Then the spikes were thrown onto the ground, and one soldier
got down on his knees and he placed the spike in the center of the palm of
poor Jesus' hand. With that metal mallet he drove it in through the skin
and out into the board. I screamed! I threw up! This was repeated on the
right hand. Then Jesus looked up to the sky. They started on the legs—one
large spike into both feet, His right foot over the left, at a twisted
sort of angle, placed to lie flat against each other. I retched as I heard
the metal against flesh and bone and wood. One spike protruded out the
other side. They hammered a block of wood under His poor feet, 'to line 'em
up,' they said. It was awful!
"I looked off into the crowd. Oh, there were only nine people
there to stay with Jesus. I now knew His Mother, Mary Cleophas (the wife
of Clopas), Mary Magdalen, and John. Oh, poor Jesus—never
a word did He say as they nailed Him to the wood. Oh, such love!
"Soon two soldiers lifted the head of the wood and three the
bottom, carrying Jesus on the cross, and dropped the end into a hole. It
went in with a thump! Jesus winced. And it tore His hands more. Blood was
trickling down His face. He couldn't move His head. The pain was awful;
each movement cut deep. He sagged a bit, but pulled upward. The sagging
"Mary and Mary ran up to Him. They did not speak at first;
they could talk with their eyes to each other. They didn't need words.
John came over, for Jesus' bottom tunic fell down. Oh, dear, He was almost
naked. I turned away, but John ran over and tied sort of knots in it, like
a diaper. Oh, the humiliation to poor Jesus! Then Jesus said to John:
"Behold, John, your Mother. And this, Mother, is Your son. I must go
to the Father soon."
"The crowd started to move off. Jesus cried: "Abba, abba
sabba la bec tori"—that
is what it sounded like—a
foreign sound. Sabba sabba sabba la bec tori. (I can't spell it well, just
by sound.) Then He looked up. "I thirst!" (This I heard in
. . Water, yellowish water. . . . Jesus' head hung down to His right. It
became dark, so dark. Everyone went away but the nine. They all came
close; and Mary clung to His feet, wordless in sorrow."
Veronica finished the recitation of what she experienced to find
her feet swollen and her arms sore, the feet marked and the hands
stinging. Her wordless reaction was a mixture of wonder, joy, and love—joy
that now she could join Jesus in His suffering and hold His hand on the
road to the Kingdom.
(March 8, 1971)
Crucified Through Palms - Wrists Tied
Jesus - "I want the people to know that when I was crucified the nails were placed through My palms, but I was also tied by skin-like rope about My wrists to the cross. And as I walked to My death, I carried not the full cross but only a cross-beam across My shoulders, and I found at the edge of town on a high hill the other part of what was to be My crucifixion plank."
Veronica - That is what He was told by the people in the shop that were making the spikes that were going through His hands. So
Jesus wants that known, that He was not only tied but He was nailed through the palms of His hands. The palms right here, and right here. No, He was tied by the wrists. And also in His feet there was one large, spike-like nail, it was a spike, that went through both His ankles. But He also, at the feet, at His instep, He was tied also by this skin-like rope that was made from animal skin—that was their rope. He wants everyone to know this, because through history, He often says that, you
know, the truth has been lost. But He wants everyone to know just how He went to His crucifixion.
(June 17, 1989)
and the most abject of men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with
infirmity: and his look was as it were hidden and despised, whereupon we
esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our infirmities and carried our
sorrows: and we have thought him as it were a leper, and as one struck by
God and afflicted. But he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised
for our sins: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his
bruises we are healed." - Isaias 55:3-5