On this most holy occasion of Good Friday, we would like to share with you an extremely profound mystical experience of the historical event of Calvary as revealed to the mystic, Janie Garza, an authentic visionary and stigmatist who has the permission of her spiritual director and her bishop to speak publicly of her mystical experiences. Wishing you and your families a most blessed remainder of the Triduum and Easter -Editor.
I was awakened at 2:50 a.m. My body felt like it was on fire. I found myself in spirit in the Garden of Gethsemane. I was suffering intensely. My body was wet with sweat, and I was in such distress. My feet were pounding with pain, and I felt the crown of thorns on my head. I prayed, so that all this suffering would pass, and perhaps I could go back to sleep, but I continued to suffer. I prayed and suffered all night until it was time for my family to wake up. I went to Holy Mass, and I continued praying and suffering throughout the day.
Later the same day, I was praying my Rosary and my Lord came to me and said, “Come, beloved of My Most Sacred Heart; journey into the mystery of my crucifixion. You will witness what others before you have also witnessed. You will suffer as they suffered. During these forty days of Lent I, your merciful Savior, will teach you the mysteries of my seven last words on the Cross.”
I found myself in a strange place of the past. There were many people who appeared to be from different places or nations. It was a very busy time. There were many Roman soldiers on horses. They were trying to keep order. The people were pushing against one another. Some were crying, others were using profanities, others were angry at the soldiers. Although everybody spoke in different languages, I could understand as if they were speaking in English. I found myself trying to see where everybody was going. Then I found myself, at what I believed to be, Mount Calvary.
I saw my sweet Jesus arrive at Calvary. He appeared extremely weak, and He was extremely worn out. His body was all torn and disfigured by many wounds. I could barely recognize His sweet face. He looked at me, and I cried to see all His pain and sorrow. Our sweet Lord stood weak, worn out by all the suffering He had already endured. He waited as His executioners prepared to strip Him of His garments for His crucifixion. I cried and prayed. Then it happened.
The executioners stripped Jesus of His garments. The stripping of His garments caused severe pain on His sacred head where the crown of thorns had been placed. The rudeness from those who stripped Our Lord reopened, once more, all the wounds on His most sacred head. By the tearing off of His garments from His precious body, the wounds of His entire body reopened. The tearing off of His garments also tore off the flesh that was stuck to His garments. My sweet Lord was treated like a criminal with such cruelty. His poor body all scourged, all torn, and all the loss of his precious blood made me weep and weep. There are no words that can describe His inhumane suffering.
I continued to witness the horrible cruelty inflicted upon the innocent Lamb, of God our Heavenly Father. I prayed for mercy for Our Lord’s executioners. I prayed for strength for my sweet Savior. As I was praying for Him Who was to die for me, I heard Our Lord also praying. I could only understand parts of His prayer. This is what Our Lord communicated in His prayer.
Our Lord prayed to the Eternal Father, offering His entire humanity to the will of His Heavenly Father in order that all would be accomplished. As He prayed for Himself, He also prayed for His Mother, and offered her as well -- all the love and the suffering of His Mother, her service to Him, her most perfect works, all her sorrows, her imitation of her Son as she accompanied her Son unto His death. My own heart was pierced as I heard the words of our sweet Savior, how much He loved His Mother, and how much she too was suffering for her Son as she was about to be mystically crucified.
As I was pondering all this in my heart, I heard a soft voice of a woman. God allowed me to see our holy Mother. She appeared as a most sorrowful Mother, much afflicted by the suffering of her Son. I was able to hear her as she, too, prayed. She prayed as a Mother with such maternal love. She, too, placed her Son in the hands of the Eternal Father as a sacrifice for the redemption of all humanity. She also placed herself in submission to the holy will of the Eternal Father. She prayed with such surrender, although her heart was breaking. As Mother of the Savior, she would prefer to take the place of her beloved and dying Son to spare Him. She submitted herself as a ‘victim Mother’ for all the suffering that she would endure. Her son would not be spared from this cruel death. The Mother would, also, not be spared from the painful death of her beloved Son. Two victims of love would suffer and die. The Son dies physically, the mother, mystically: Jesus, our Redeemer, Mary, our Co-redemptrix.
I was awakened at 3:45 a.m. I feel exhausted and tired. I prayed for a few minutes, then I got out of bed. I went to our living room and knelt down before the statue of the Infant of Prague and the image of our holy Mother under the title of Mother of Compassion and Love. I prayed for strength and infused grace to make my own spirit one with the spirits of Jesus and Mary. I finished my prayer by praying the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Most Holy Rosary. As I finished praying, Our Lord came to me.
Once more I was transported in spirit to the times of the past. I found myself again at Mount Calvary. It is as if I had never left, although it is another day. I saw again all the different people gathered as if they are waiting to see a show. The people appear restless, many are angry, many making negative comments against our sweet Lord. I saw the holy Cross of Our Lord Jesus lying on the ground. The executioners are preparing to execute the crucifixion. I see two men standing with Our Lord. I believe they are the two thieves. I look at Our Lord as he continues to be deep in the spirit of prayer. I began to pray, and deep within my own heart I wished to be spared from what was about to take place. I felt a bit cold from the sharp winds that surrounded Mount Calvary.
As I stand praying, I see the executioners of Our Lord and Redeemer command Our Redeemer to lie on the holy Cross. Our Lord follows their command. I feel sick as if I’m going to faint. Our Lord was stretched on the Cross. One hand first was pulled and held down, while another executioner hammered a very rough and large nail through the palm of His sacred hand. The executioner then took the other hand, but it seemed that Our Lord’s hand could not reach the area where the hole was. They then pulled Our Lord’s sacred hand with unheard cruelty to make it reach and hammered the second large and rough nail through His sacred hand. I can see the veins of Our Lord all torn and all the blood of Our Lord dripping from the palms of His sacred hands.
The executioners pull Our Lord’s feet and placed one above the other, pulling His feet to reach the third hole on the Cross. Both feet pulled down, then comes the third nail and Our Lord’s precious feet are nailed to the Cross. I can see that Our Lord’s body was dislocated by the cruel force that was used by His executioners. This was, indeed, the most cruel violence done to Our Lord.
The precious blood of Our Lord continues to drip from His precious hands and feet. I stood there, crying for my own sinfulness and begging God’s mercy upon me and on all of humanity. There before my eyes is my suffering and dying Savior. I see the executioners raising the Cross with my crucified Savior. It is planted in a hole in the ground.
The two thieves were also crucified. Our sweet Redeemer is between the two thieves. What disrespect done to our sweet Redeemer to be crucified with two hardened criminals who are guilty of their crimes! Our Lord, the sacred and the innocent Lamb of God, is so maltreated, so unloved! As I looked at Our Redeemer, He continues to bleed from His sacred wounds. I continue to see the great multitude of all the different countries gazing upon our crucified Redeemer. I hear the blasphemies of many people. Others are crying and beating their breasts, as if praying, “Lord, have mercy.” Other bystanders do not seem to be too concerned. Still others are fearful of the laws of that region.
As our Redeemer hangs, dying on the Cross, He continues to pray for all his executioners and their lack of understanding of Who it is that hangs on the Cross. Our Redeemer prays for the salvation of all those who continue to make negative comments towards His divinity. He prays for the priests and the Pharisees and their fury as they throw stones at the Cross where He hangs dying. I pray as I hear Our Redeemer’s prayer.
I hear once more the prayers of His holy Mother. His most afflicted Mother prays with the heart of her dying Son for all His enemies, the executioners, the Pharisees, the priests and all who blaspheme against her dying Son. Both the Mother and Son uttered the same prayer to the Eternal Father. Both suffered, both prayed with one heart and one spirit -- both their hearts, laced to the holy will of the Eternal Father for the redemption of all humanity. I knew in my heart, that although the holy Mother of Our Redeemer was suffering by all that she was witnessing that caused her great sorrow, she did not wish to be spared. She would remain at the sight of her dying Son, all the way to the end, until the will of the Eternal Father be accomplished in both the Son and His holy Mother.
The executioners did not seem to be concerned that the Mother of our Redeemer was witnessing all their cruelty inflicted against her beloved Son. I felt in my heart that the Mother of our Redeemer was allowed to be near her suffering and tortured Son by the executioners, so that this would inflict Our Redeemer even more to see His suffering Mother. The executioners were so unaware what great source of consolation it was for Our Redeemer to see his most holy Mother at his side; how much the Mother was like her Son, dying mystically, both bearing much fruit through their suffering for the fulfillment of the passion and death of our Redeemer. This brought our dying Redeemer great joy.
I continue to pray so that I, too, might be strengthened with new grace to bear all that heaven was allowing me to witness. Our Lord Jesus knew how much I was suffering. I was transported back to my own present time. I went to my bedroom and fell into a deep sleep for almost two hours. When I woke up I began to pray, meditating on the passion of Our Lord. I made a spiritual communion, for I had not yet attended Holy Mass. I would go later in the day.
Our Lord then came to me, and I was transported back to the past. I find m