Prophecies Of Anne Catherine Emmerich

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I saw the Holy Father surrounded by traitors and in great distress about the Church. He had visions and apparitions in his hour of greatest need. I saw many good pious Bishops; but they were weak and wavering, their cowardice often got the upper hand. I saw the blackfellow plotting again, the destroyers attacking the Church of Peter, Mary standing with her mantle over it, and the enemies of God put to flight. I saw Sts. Peter and Paul laboring actively for the Church and their basilica greatly enlarged. Then I saw darkness spreading around and people no longer seeking the true Church. They went to another, saying: "All is more beautiful, more natural here, better regulated" - but as yet, I have seen no ecclesiastic among them. I saw the Pope firm, but greatly perplexed. The treaty thought to be so advantageous to us will be of no use; things will go from bad to worse. The Pope shows more energy now; he has been advised to hold out till death, and this he gained by his late act of firmness. But his last orders are of no account, he enforces them too feebly. I saw over the city terrible evils from the north.

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In the one in which I took part figured most of those whose sufferings I bore and I saw, to my astonishment, the same colors issuing from their mouth as they sang, as were the rolls I had drawn from them. The Blessed Sacrament had the appearance of a little luminous, transparent Infant in the centre of a resplendent sun, surrounded by myriads of angels and saints in great splendor and magnificence. It is inexpressible! If the others had seen what I saw, they would have sunk to the ground unable from terror and amazement to bear the monstrance further. I prayed and offered my pack. Then the procession entered into a church which now appeared in the air surrounded by a garden and cemetery. The graves of the latter were covered with lovely flowers: lilies, red and white roses, and white asters. From the east side of the church advanced in unspeakable splendor a priestly figure like unto Our Lord. He was soon encircled by twelve resplendent men, and these again by numerous others. I had a good position, I could see everything. There issued from the Lord's mouth a little luminous form which gradually increased, took a more definite shape, and then again decreasing entered the mouth under the figure of a little shining child, first of the Twelve then of all the others around the Lord. This was not the historic scene which I see on Holy Thursday, the Lord reclining at table with His Apostles, but it reminded me of it - all was luminous and sparkling, a divine function, a Church festival. The whole church was crowded, some sitting, some standing, some hovering in the air. There were seats raised in tiers, but perfectly transparent. I saw in the Lord's hands a figure into which entered the little luminous body that issued from His mouth and around which appeared a spiritual church highly ornamented - it was the Blessed Sacrament in the monstrance as It is when exposed for adoration or Benediction. The Lord repeatedly uttered into It His loving Word, and the Body, ever one and the same, entered the mouth of all the assistants.

"I laid down my burden awhile and received the Heavenly Manna, When I took it up again, I beheld a troop of people whose bundles were so filthy that I dreaded to touch them. I was informed that they were still to be severely judged and punished according to their works of penance, but I felt no pity for them. The feast ended, and it seemed to me as if I had seen some men who would rekindle over all the world faith and fervor in the admirable mystery of the real presence of God."

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Feast of Pentecost: May 21st. - The Pilgrim, who had witnessed her anguish and tears on the preceeding evening, found her this morning radiant as a spouse of Christ, breathing but joy and holiness.

"I have been in the Cenacle with the Apostles, and I have been fed in a way that I cannot express. Nourishment under the form of a wave of light flowed into my mouth. It was exceedingly sweet, but I know not whence it came. I saw no hand, and I began to fear lest, perhaps, having broken my fast, I should not be able to receive Holy Communion in the morning. I was not here, and yet I distinctly heard the clock strike twelve, stroke for stroke. I counted each one. I beheld the descent of the Holy Ghost on the disciples, and how the same Holy Spirit on every anniversary of this feast spreads all over the earth wherever He finds pure hearts desirous of receiving Him. I can describe this only by saying that I saw here and there in the darkness a parish, a church, a city, or one or more individuals suddenly illumined. The whole earth lay in darkness, below me, and I saw by a flash of heavenly light here a flower-bed, there a tree, a bush, a fountain, an islet, not only lit up, but rendered quite luminous. Through the mercy of God, all that I saw last night was good; the works of darkness were not shown me. All over the world I saw numberless infusions of the Spirit; sometimes, like a lightning-stroke, falling, on a congregation in church, and I could tell who among them had received the grace; or, again, I beheld individuals praying in their homes, suddenly endued with light and strength. The sight awoke in me great joy and confidence that the Church amid her ever-increasing tribulations, will not succumb; for in all parts of the world I saw defenders raised up to her by the Holy Ghost. Yes, I felt that the oppression of the powers of this world serves but to increase her strength. I saw in St. Peter's at Rome a grand feast celebrated with myriads of lights, and I saw the Holy Father and many others receiving the strength of the Holy Ghost. I did not see the dark church last night (Protestant) which is always a horror to me. I saw in different places the twelve enlightened men whom I see so often as twelve new Apostles or Prophets of the Church. I feel as if I know one of them that he is near me. I saw the Holy Spirit poured out on some of our own land. I knew them all in my vision, but it is seldom that I can name them afterward. I think I saw the stern Superior. I felt certain that the persecution of the Church here in our own country will turn out well, but great troubles await us."

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On the evening of Holy Trinity Sunday a dance was held in the house in which Sister Emmerich lodged. Next day she spoke of it as follows: "I suffered intensely last night, on account of the indecent dances and games going on in the house. In the midst of the noisy assembly I beheld the devil, a conspicuous figure under a corporal form, urging on certain individuals and inspiring them with all kinds of evil desires. Their angel guardian called to them from afar, but they turned a deaf ear and followed the evil one. No good came from it; not one went home unharmed. I saw all sorts of animals by their side; their interior was full of black stains. I frequently ran among them, inspiring fear, preventing sin. To console me I had visions on the life of two saints, Francis de Sales and Frances de Chantal, chiefly upon their spiritual union; the former often received counsel and support from the latter. Once on the occasion of an odious calumny against him, I saw him consoled by Frances who was distressed at seeing him so much afflicted by it. They showed me the foundation, propagation, and dispersion of the Visitation Order and spoke of the restoration of its different houses. Their words came to me as if from a distance. They said that the times are indeed sad; but, after many tribulations, peace will be restored and religion and charity reign once more among men. Then convents will flourish in the true sense of the word. I saw a picture of this future time which I cannot describe, but in which I saw the whole earth arising from darkness and light and love awaking. I had also numerous pictures of the restoration of Religious Orders. The time of Antichrist is not so near as some imagine; he will still have many precursors. I saw in two cities some teachers from whose schools they will come."

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At the close of this labor undertaken that the Unbloody Sacrifice might be offered in a becoming manner, Sister Emmerich bad another very comprehensive vision. In it was shown her the Holy Mass as the line of demarcation between men both in time and in eternity; and she saw also its cessation at the time of Antichrist.

"I had," she says, "a great picture of the Church, but I can no longer give the details in order. I saw St. Peter's surrounded by fields, gardens, countries, and forests; and I saw multitudes from all parts of the world, many of whom I knew naturally or by my visions. Some of them were entering the church and others passing it indifferently. A great ceremony was going on. Over the church floated a luminous cloud from which came out the Apostles and holy Bishops and formed into choirs above the altar. Among them were Augustine, Ambrose, and all who had labored for the exaltation of the Church. It was a grand solemnity and Mass was being celebrated. In the middle of the church on a desk lay a great open book with three seals hanging from one side and two from the other. I saw the Evangelist John, and I was told that the book contained the revelations he had had at Patmos. Before it was opened something happened which I have forgotten, and it is a pity there is a break here! The Pope was not present, he was concealed somewhere. I think the people knew not where he was, and I do not remember now whether he was praying, or whether he was dead. All present, the laics as well as the clergy, had to lay their hand on a certain passage of the Gospels. Upon many of them descended as a sign a light from the holy Apostles and Bishops, but for many others the ceremony was only an empty form. Outside the church I saw numbers of Jews who wanted to enter, but could not as yet. At the close of the ceremony there came a great crowd, an innumerable multitude; but the great book was suddenly shut as if by an invisible power. It reminded me of the evening in the convent when the devil blew out my candle and shut my book. All around in the distance I saw a terrible, bloody combat, and off toward the north a great battle going on. The whole picture was grand and imposing. I am sorry I have forgotten the passage in the book on which they had to put their finger."

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"I had a picture of an immense battle. The whole plain was a mass of dense smoke, and the bushes were full of soldiers who kept up an incessant fire. The place lay low, and there were great cities in the distance. When all seemed lost, St. Michael at the invocation of one of the leaders, swept down with a legion of angels and the victory was instantly gained.

Sister Emmerich knew not the time of this battle, although she said it would happen in Italy, not far from Rome, where many ancient things would be destroyed and many holy things, unknown till then, would come to light.

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I saw the fatal consequences of this counterfeit church; I saw it increase; I saw heretics of all kinds flocking to the city. I saw the ever increasing tepidity of the clergy, the circle of darkness ever widening. And now the vision became more extended. I saw in all places, Catholics oppressed, annoyed, restricted, and deprived of liberty, churches were closed, and great misery prevailed everywhere with war and bloodshed. I saw rude, ignorant people offering violent resistance, but this state of things lasted not long. Again I saw in vision St. Peter's undermined according to a plan devised by the secret sect whilst, at the same time, it was damaged by storms; but it was delivered at the moment of greatest distress. Again I saw the Blessed Virgin extending her mantle over it. In this last scene, I saw no longer the reigning Pope, but one of his successors, a mild, but very resolute man who knew how to attach his priests to himself and who drove far from him the bad. I saw all things renewed and a church which reached from earth to heaven. I saw one of the twelve new Apostles in the person of the young priest whom the unchaste bride wanted to marry. It was a very comprehensive vision and portrayed anew all that had been previously shown me regarding the Church's destiny.

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September 12, 1820. - " I saw a fantastic, odd looking church being, built. The choir was in three parts, each raised some steps above the last; and under it was a deep vault full of fog. On the first platform of the choir was a seat; on the second, a basin of water; on the third, a table. I saw no angel helping in the construction, but numbers of the most violent planetary spirits dragging all sorts of things into the vault where persons in little ecclesiastical mantles received them and deposited them in their various places. Nothing was brought from above; all came from the earth and the dark regions, all was built up by the planetary spirits. The water alone seemed to have something holy about it. I saw an enormous number of instruments brought into the church, and many persons, even children, had different tools, as if trying to make something; but all was obscure, absurd, dead! Division and destruction reigned everywhere. - Near by, I saw another church, shining and rich with graces from on high, angels ascending and descending. In it were life and increase, tepidity and dissipation and yet it was like a tree full of sap compared with the other which was like a chest of lifeless institutions. The former was like a bird on the wing; the latter, like a paper dragon, its tail adorned with ribands and writings, dragging over a stubble field. I saw that many of the instruments in the new church, such as spears and darts, were meant to be used against the living Church. Everyone dragged in something different, clubs, rods, pumps, cudgels, puppets, mirrors, trumpets, horns, bellows - all sorts of things. In the cave below (the sacristy) some people kneaded bread, but nothing came of it; it would not rise. The men in the little mantles brought wood to the steps of the pulpit to make a fire. They puffed and blew and labored hard, but the fire would not burn; all they produced was smoke and fumes. Then they broke a hole in the roof and ran up a pipe, but the smoke would not rise and the whole place became black and suffocating. Some blew the horns so violently that the tears streamed from their eyes. All in this church belonged to the earth, returned to the earth; all was dead, the work of human skill, a church of the latest style, a church of man's invention like the new heterodox church in Rome."

November 12, 1820. - "I passed over a dark, cold country to a large city, and I saw again the great, odd looking church with nothing holy about it and innumerable planetary spirits laboring at it. I saw it in the same way that I see a Catholic institution being erected, angels, saints, and Christians all laboring in common; only here the concurrence of the laborers was shown under forms more mechanical. The planetary spirits ascended and descended and shot down rays upon the workmen; but all was done in accordance with human reason. I saw a spirit on high drawing lines and tracing figures, and down below the design, the plan immediately carried out. I saw the influence of the proud, planetary spirits in their relation with the building extending to even the most distant places. All the steps deemed necessary or useful to the construction and maintenance of the church were taken in the most remote countries, and men and things, doctrines and opinions contributed thereto. The whole picture was colored with intense selfishness, presumption, and violence. I saw not a single angel or saint helping in the work. It was an immense vision. Far away in the back ground, I saw the throne of a savage nation, the people armed with boar spears and a figure saying in mocking terms: 'Build it as solidly as you please, we shall overturn it!' I went also into a large hall in the city in which a hideous ceremony, a horrible, deceitful comedy was being enacted. The hall was draped in black, and a man wearing a star on his breast was put into a coffin and taken out again. It seemed to be a threat of what would happen to him. In the midst of it all I saw the devil under a thousand forms. All was dark as night. It was horrible!"

Page 284: Emmerich refers to St. Henry, Emperor. I believe she saw the future great Emperor spoken of in so many other prophecies.

July 12, 1820. - "I had a vision of the Emperor Henry. I saw him last night in a beautiful church kneeling alone before the main altar. I know the church; there is a beautiful chapel of the Holy Crib in it. I saw it once before on the Feast of Our Lady of the Snow. As he knelt and prayed a light shone above the altar and the Blessed Virgin appeared alone. She wore a robe of bluish white which shot forth rays, and she carried something in her hand. She covered the altar with a red cloth over which she spread a white one, and deposited upon it a magnificent luminous book set with precious stones. Then she lighted the candles from the sanctuary lamp. Many other lights in the form of a pyramid burned at the same time. Then she took her stand at the right of the altar. Now came the Saviour Himself in sacerdotal vestments, bearing the chalice and veil. Two angels served Him as acolytes, and two others accompanied Him. Our Lord's head was uncovered. The chasuble was a large, heavy, red and white mantle shining with light and precious stones. The ministering angels wore white. There was no little bell, but there were cruets. The wine was as red as blood and there was also some water. The Mass was shorter than with us and there was no Gospel of St. John at the end. I saw the Offertory and Elevation; the Host was like ours. The angel read the Gospel and carried the book to Mary to kiss, and then, on a sign from Jesus, to Henry that he might do the same. At first, he dared not obey, but at length gained courage to do so. At the end of the Mass, Mary went to Henry and gave him her right hand, saying that she honored thus his chastity and exhorted him not to grow remiss. Then I saw an angel approach and grasp him by the right side as had been done to Jacob. Henry showed signs of intense pain, and afterward limped a little. During the whole of this ceremony, there were numerous angels in adoration, their eyes fixed upon the altar."

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Sister Emmerich's labors at this time were constantly directed to the welfare of the Church which, as usual, she beheld typified by St. Peter's, at Rome. The secret society, with its world wide ramifications engaged in ceaseless war against the Bride of Christ, was shown her as the empire of Antichrist symbolized by the beast in the Apocalypse rising out of the sea and fomenting attacks upon the flock of Christ. In relating this vision, the Pilgrim makes the following remarks: "It is, indeed, full of breaks, for the invalid saw it under allegorical representations difficult for her to describe. What is Most astonishing, is that it touches upon many points of the Apocalypse of St. John, of which humanly speaking she must have been wholly ignorant, as she has very little knowledge of the Holy Scriptures or of any other book. If, at times, she seems to read, it is with a mind deeply absorbed in contemplation and she sees very different things from those discussed in the volume before her. The vision is as follows:

"I see new martyrs, not of the present but of the future, though even now they are oppressed. I saw the secret society undermining the great church (St. Peter's) and near them a horrible beast that arose out of the sea. It had a tail like a fish, claws like a lion, and numberless heads that lay like a crown around one large head; its jaws were large and red, its body spotted like a tiger. It was very familiar with the demolishers, lying near them whilst they worked, and, again, concealing itself in a cave. Here and there throughout the whole world I saw many good, pious people, especially ecclesiastics, harrassed, imprisoned, and oppressed, and I felt that it some future day, they would be martyred. When the church was well nigh overturned, the choir and altar alone remaining untouched, I saw the demolishers thronging into it accompanied by the beast. But they encountered a tall, majestic female who seemed to be with child for she walked very slowly. The wretches were filled with affright on seeing her and the beast lay paralysed,  furiously darting its head toward her, as if to devour her; but she turned and fell prostrate on her face. Then I saw the beast fleeing to the sea, the enemy flying off in disorder, and immense circles of combatants surrounding, the church, some on the earth, others high in the air. The first circle was composed of youths and maidens; the second, of married persons of all classes from royalty down; the third, of religious; the fourth, of warriors, led by a rider on a white horse; and the fifth and last was made up of citizens and peasants, many of whom were marked on the forehead with a red cross. As this army drew near, the captives and oppressed were delivered and swelled the ranks, whilst the demolishers and conspirators were put to flight on all sides. They were, without knowing how, gathered together into one confused mass in the midst of a dense fog; they knew neither what they did nor what they ought to do; and they ran pell-mell against one another, as I so often see them. Then I saw the church speedily rebuilt and more magnificent than before, for its defenders brought stones from all parts of the earth. When the most distant circles drew near, the nearest withdrew to make way for them. The former appeared to represent the various labors of prayer; the latter, the soldiers, the deeds of war. I saw among these last friends and enemies of all nations, simply soldiers like our own and dressed like them. They did not form a perfect circle, but a crescent opening toward the north into an immense dark abyss like a chasm, a precipice, like a descent into darkness, like that to which Adam was driven from Paradise. I felt that a region of darkness lay beyond. I saw that some out of these circles remained behind. They would not advance, but stood gloomily huddled together. I saw some also who would one day be martyred for Jesus; but there were many wicked people among them, and another separation was to take place. The church was completely restored. Above it on a mountain, was the Lamb of God surrounded by a troop of virgins with palm-branches, and five circles of celestial cohorts corresponding to the five circles below. They all arrived together, and all acted in concert. Around the Lamb stood the four mysterious beasts of the Apocalypse."

On the Feast of the Purification, 1822, Sister Emmerich related the following:

"I saw during the last few days marvellous things connected with the Church. St. Peter's was almost entirely destroyed by the sect, but their labors were, in turn, rendered fruitless and all that belonged to them, their aprons and tools, burned by the executioners on the public place of infamy. They were made of horse leather, and the stench from them was so offensive that it made me quite sick. In this vision I saw the Mother of God laboring so earnestly for the Church that devotion to her greatly increased."

Sept. 10th - "I saw St. Peter's utterly demolished, all excepting the choir and main altar. St. Michael, girt and armed, descended into the church and with his sword repulsed several bad pastors who were trying to enter. He drove them into a corner where they sat looking at one another. The part of the church that had been demolished in a few instants was surrounded by light wicker-work so that divine service could be perfectly celebrated. Then from all parts of the world came priests and laics, who built up the walls of stone, for the enemy had not been able to shake the firm foundation."

Sister Emmerich at this time passed whole nights praying with her arms in the form of a cross and frequently subjected to the assaults of the devil. The first night he rushed upon her three times to strangle her. "He reproached me," she said. "with all the faults of my youth, but I turned a deaf ear to him. I gathered up my relics and opposed him with them; and, at last, I sat up in bed and made the sign of the cross all around with my relic of the True Cross, when be left me in peace." The following night she struggled with the enemy so victoriously that she sang the Te Deum several times. She had constant visions on the state of different dioceses, as we glean from the following entry in the Pilgrim's journal:

September 27th. - "Today at noon, the invalid entered the state of contemplation in a singularly touching and animated manner. Her eyes were open, she gesticulated what she saw, as if in conversation: 'What are they doing in that great, beautiful church? It is the cathedral of (Munster), and everything has been carried back into the chapel where the silver ship once stood, where Bernard von Galen is interred! All goes there, all the graces, all, all! 0 how beautiful, how wonderful it is! There stands an empty chalice, and from it issues a ray which rises up to heaven in a great cross of light. On the left of the chalice is a beautiful bride with a church in her hand, and on the right of it, a wonderfully handsome youth who is to be her bridegroom; they are betrothed. But see!  Outside the church, up in the air, is the Mother of God with the Infant Jesus from whose hands issues a magnificent vine which spreads over all the chapel. Its grapes hang down and discharge their juice into the chalice. Right and left, shoot out beautiful flowers of light and magnificent ears of golden, luminous wheat filling the whole place with splendor. And all the bushes are covered with flowers and marvellous little shining fruits. All is light and beauty! All is gathered in and preserved there. And behold! there stands, high, high up, a holy Bishop of olden times - it is Ludger! He guards, he takes care of all! And now, what is that? 0 see, from the whole church, excepting the chapel, shoot forth wild, fiery flames, and in several parts of the city whole rows of houses are destroyed! There in the castle things go badly! But this must be understood only in a spiritual sense. The great church stands intact. Exterior things go on as usual, but the graces are all stowed away in the chapel.'

As Sister Emmerich recounted the above, she pointed now here, now there, as if her hearers saw what was being unfolded before her own mental gaze. Next day she related what follows:

"I have seen yesterday's vision of Galen's, chapel all over again. An entirely now church floated in the air above the old one and drew into itself all the beautiful things from Galen's chapel. The church below seemed to grow black and sink into the earth. I thought how nice it would be if the church in the air would only descend just as the other disappeared. This vision was very detailed, but I have forgotten some of it. I followed a path running back of the cathedral, and found in a field, half meadow, half heath, a homeless wandering boy, his feet

torn and bleeding from the furze. I wanted to take him to the flower meadow. I told him there were beautiful flowers in it from which he could suck the honey, for I knew not what to do to relieve him. But he told me that it was his destiny, he must suffer and bleed until he had found an asylum. I thought of the youth who espoused the Church yesterday in the Galen chapel."

Sister Emmerich saw, also, at this time a distant diocese failing to decay. It was shown her under the symbol of a desecrated church. "I saw heart rending misery, playing, drinking, gossiping, even courting going on in the church. All sorts of abominations were committed in it; they had even set up a ninepin alley in the middle of it. The priests let things go their way and said Mass very irreverently; only a few of them were still a little intelligent and pious. I saw Jews standing around the doorways. All this grieved me deeply. Then my Heavenly Spouse bound me as He Himself had been bound to the pillar, and He said: 'So will the Church yet be bound. She will be tightly bound before she shall again arise.' "

September 30th: After a night spent in praying with extended arms for the Church, Sister Emmerich vomited blood and endured great pains in the breast. "St. Michael has prescribed for me a seven days' devotion with alms," she said. "I shall now be sick for seven days," and indeed, the following night verified the prediction. She was attacked by sharp pains, her whole body consumed, as it were, by an internal fire, to allay which, she placed her relic of St. Cosmas on her breast and invoked his name aloud. Scarcely had she done so when she fell into a sweet sleep. On awakening, she beheld the saint before her clothed in a long, white mantle resplendent with light. In his hand was a green branch covered with white flowers, and playing around him was a brilliant red aureola which dissolved into a beautiful blue. His younger brother Leontius stood at a little distance, and further back was Damian, the shortest of the three, Cosmas being the tallest. All Sister Emmerich's pains had disappeared. She lay calm and serene, unable to express the marvellous character of her cure which was as sudden and marked as those previously bestowed through the intervention of St. Ignatius and St. Augustine.

On the evening of October Ist, the Pilgrim found her exhausted and bathed in perspiration from her heavy spiritual labors. She repeated that St. Michael, besides the seven days' task, had prescribed certain alms, pointing out what children were to be assisted and what each one was to receive. "The Church," she groaned, is in great danger. I must ask every one who comes to see me to say an Our Father for that intention. We must pray that the Pope may not leave Rome, for unheard-of evils would result from such a step. We must pray the Holy Ghost to enlighten him, for they are even now trying to exact something of him. The Protestant doctrine, as also that of the Greeks, is spreading everywhere. Two men live at this time who long to ruin the Church, but they have lost one who used to help them with his pen. He was killed by a young man about a year ago, and one of the two men of whom I speak left Germany at the same time. They have their employees everywhere. The little black man in Rome, whom I see so often, has many working for him without their clearly knowing for what end. He has his agents in the new black church also. If the Pope leaves Rome, the enemies of the Church will get the upper hand. I see the little black man in his own country committing many thefts and falsifying things generally. Religion is there so skilfully undermined and stifled that there are scarcely one hundred faithful priests. I cannot say how it is, but I see fog and darkness increasing. There are, however, three churches that they cannot seize: St. Peter's, St. Mary Major's and St. Michael's. Although they are constantly trying to undermine them, they will not succeed. I help not. All must be rebuilt soon for every one, even ecclesiastics are laboring to destroy; ruin is at hand. The two enemies of the Church who have lost their accomplice are firmly resolved to destroy the pious and learned men that stand in their way."

When the Pilgrim visited Sister Emmerich on October 4th, he found her perfectly worn out by the exertions of the, preceding night. That St. Michael's commands were being fulfilled, was very evident. "I have had combats more terrible," she said, "than any I have ever endured, and I am almost dead. I cannot say how fearfully I have suffered. This struggle was shown me long ago under the symbol of a person buffeted by demons, and now I know it was myself. I fought against a whole legion of devils who excite minds against me and do all they can to harass me. I have also undertaken too many prayers. They want to install bad Bishops. In one place they want to turn a Catholic church into a Lutheran meeting-house. I must pray, suffer, and struggle against this, for such is my present task. If the saints did not assist me, I could not endure it. I should be overcome, and that would be most grievous to me! I see the devil using every artifice to put me to shame. He is continually sending all sorts of people to visit me, to torment and wear me out. [The day before, owing to Gertrude's carelessness, a French milliner unceremoniously entered the invalid's little room and spread out her goods on the bed. It was only with the greatest difficulty that Sister Emmerich could rid herself of her importunate visitor. Whose loquacity annoyed her so that she could scarcely relate her visions to the Pilgrim, who arrived after].

"Last night I had a vision of the Pope. I saw St. Francis carrying the church, and the basilica of St. Peter borne on the shoulders of a little man who had something of the Jew in his countenance. It looked very perilous. Mary stood on the north side of the church with her mantle extended over it. The little man was almost bent double. He is, as yet, a laic. I know who he is. The twelve men whom I always see as the twelve new Apostles ought to have helped him, but they arrived too late; however, just as he was about to fall, they all ran up with myriads of angels to his assistance. It was only the pavement and the back part of the church, for all the rest bad been demolished by the secret society helped by the servants of the church themselves. They bore it to another place, and it seemed as if rows of palaces fell before it like fields of wheat in harvest time.

"When I saw St. Peter's in this ruinous state and so many ecclesiastics laboring, though secretly, at its destruction, I was so overcome that I cried earnestly to Jesus for mercy. Then I saw my Heavenly Spouse before me under the form of a youth. He spoke to me for a long time. He told me that this translation of St. Peter's signified that the Church would apparently fall to total ruin; but that, resting on these supports, she would be raised up again. Even if there should remain but one Catholic Christian, the Church would again triumph since its foundations were not cast in the intellect or councils of men. She had never yet been without members praying and suffering for her. He showed me all that He Himself had endured for her, what efficacy He had bestowed upon the merits and labors of the martyrs, and He ended by saying that He would endure it all over again if it were possible for Him again to suffer. He showed me, also, in numberless pictures, the miserable aims of Christians and ecclesiastics throughout the whole world. The vision grew wider, more extended, until it embraced my own country; and then Jesus exhorted me to perseverance in prayer and expiatory suffering. It was an unspeakably great and sorrowful picture. I cannot describe it! I was also told that very few Christians, in the true sense of the term, are to be found nowadays and that the Jews of our day are pure Pharisees, though still more obstinate; only Judith's people in Africa belong to the ancient Jews. I am greatly afflicted at what I saw !"


October 7th: "I have been on a mission among the Roman catacombs, and I saw the life of a martyr who with many others lived there concealed. He had made numerous conversions. He lived not long after Thecla's time, but I have forgotten his name. Even when a boy he used to go with holy women to the catacombs and prisons to console the poor Christians. He lay concealed a long time in a hermitage, but afterward endured cruel torments, and ended his life with many others by decapitation. He carried his own head from the place of execution, but I do not remember his history very distinctly. I went with the martyr and St. Frances of Rome into one of the catacombs, the ground of which was covered with shining flowers, the blossoms of his own and his companions' sufferings; for here it was that they had been executed. Conspicuous among them were beautiful white roses, one of which I found all at once sticking in my bosom (the saint's relic). In several other places I saw flowers, the sufferings of those martyrs whose intercession I had implored for the Church in her present tribulations. As I went through Rome with Frances and the saint, we saw a great palace enveloped in flames (the Vatican). I was in dread lest the inmates would be consumed, for no one tried to extinguish the fire; but when we drew near, it suddenly ceased and left the building black and scorched. After passing through numerous magnificent apartments, we reached that of the Pope. We found him sitting in the dark, asleep in a large arm chair. He was very sick and weak, no longer able to walk, and people were going to and fro before his door. The ecclesiastics most nearly connected with him pleased me not. They appeared to be false and lukewarm, and the simple minded pious men whom I once saw by him were now removed to a distant part of the palace. I spoke long with the Holy Father, and I cannot express how very real my presence there seemed to be; for I, too, was extremely weak and the people around were constantly obliged to support me. I spoke with the Bishops soon to be appointed, and I again told the Pope that he must not leave Rome, for if he did, all would go to ruin. He thought the evil inevitable and that his personal safety as well as other considerations, would oblige him to go, a measure to which he felt him self strongly inclined and to which also he was advised by his counsellors. Then Frances spoke to him a long time, whilst I stood by weak and fainting, supported by my companions. Before I left, the Pope gave me a little saucer of sugared strawberries which, however, I did not eat, as I wanted them for a sick person." Later, she exclaimed still in ecstasy: " Those strawberries have no very good signification. They show that many ties still bind the Pope to earth."

"I saw Rome in such a state that the least spark would inflame it, and Sicily dark, frightful, abandoned by all that could leave it." One day whilst in ecstasy, she groaned: "I see the Church alone, forsaken by all and around her strife, misery, hatred, treason, resentment total blindness. I see messengers sent on all sides from a dark central point with messages that issue from their mouths like black vapor, enkindling in the breast of their hearers rage and hatred. I pray earnestly for the oppressed! On those places in which some souls still pray I see light descending; but on others, pitchy darkness. The situation is terrible! May God have mercy! How much I have prayed! 0 city ! 0 city, (Rome) with what art thou threatened! The storm approaches;be on thy guard! I trust thou wilt stand firm!"

October 16th: "Last night I made the Way of the Cross at Coesfeld with a crowd of souls who showed me the distress of the Church and the necessity of prayer. Then I had a vision of many gardens lying around me in a circle, and the Pope's situation with respect to his Bishops. He sat enthroned in one of these gardens. In the others were the rights and privileges of his Bishops and their sees symbolized by various plants, flowers and fruits. Their mutual connection, their communication and influence, I saw under the forms of threads, of rays extending from them to the, see of Rome. In these earthly gardens, I saw the temporal, spiritual authority, and above them in the air I saw their future Bishops; for instance, I saw above the garden of the stern Superior, a new Bishop with the cross, mitre, and other episcopal insignia, and standing around him Protestants who wished him to enter the garden below, but not on the conditions established by the Holy Father. They tried to insinuate themselves by all sorts of covert means; they destroyed a part of the garden, or sowed bad seed in it. I saw them intercepting or turning away the roads that led to the Pope. When they did succeed in getting a Bishop according to their liking, I saw that he been intruded contrary to the will of the Holy Father; consequently, he possessed no legitimate spiritual authority. Many such scenes were shown me, and it is for me to pray and suffer! It is very distressing! I see one who has few claims to holiness about to be installed in the see of a holy deceased Bishop."

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August 10, 1822.- "I see the Holy Father in great distress. He lives in another palace and receives only a few to his presence. If the wicked party knew their own great strength, they would even now have made an attack. I fear the Holy Father will suffer many tribulations before his death, for I see the black counterfeit church gaining ground, I see its fatal influence on the public. The distress of the Holy Father and of the Church is really so great that one ought to pray to God day and night. I have been told to pray much for the Church and the Pope ..... Last night I was taken to Rome where the Holy Father, plunged in affliction, is still concealed in order to elude dangerous exigencies. He is very feeble, quite worn out by distress, anxiety, and prayer. His chief reason for lying concealed is because he can now trust so few. But he has by him a very simple-hearted, pious old priest, his true friend, whom his enemies on account of his simplicity think it not worth while to remove. Now, this good old priest is full of God's grace. He sees, he remarks many things which he faithfully communicates to the Holy Father. More than once I have had to point out to him in prayer traitors and evil-minded men among the Pope's high, confidential officers, that he might give him notice of them. In this way he has been warned against one who was all-influential up to the present; but who will be so no more. The Pope is so feeble that he can no longer walk alone."


August 25.- "I know not now how I went to Rome last night, but I found myself near the church of St. Mary Major. Around it I saw crowds of poor, pious souls, in great distress and anxiety on account of the Pope's disappearance and the agitation and alarming reports throughout the city. Led by one common impulse, they had come to invoke the Mother of God. They did not expect to find the church open, they intended only to pray outside. But I was inside, I opened the door and they entered, astounded at the door's opening of itself. I was standing aloof where they could not see me. There was no service, only the chancel-lamps were burning, and the people knelt in quiet prayer. Then the Mother of God appeared. She said that great tribulations were at hand; that the people must pray earnestly with extended arms, if only for the length of three Our Fathers, for it was thus that her Son had prayed for them upon the cross; that they should rise at midnight to pray thus; that they should continue to come to her church which they would always find open; and that they should, above all, pray for the extirpation of the dark church. She said also that the soldiers who were approaching the city would be of no assistance; they would bring only misery and devastation in their train, since the war had been undertaken without prayer or the ministry of priests. She added many other things. She said what is most painful to me to repeat that, if only one priest offered the Unbloody Sacrifice as worthily and with the same sentiments as the Apostles, he could ward off all calamities from the Church. I know not whether the people saw the apparition or not, but they must have been impressed by something supernatural for, when the Blessed Virgin said they should pray to God with extended arms, all lifted up their arms. They were good and pious, but they knew not where to turn for counsel and assistance. There was no traitor, no enemy among them, and yet they were anxious and distrustful of one another; by this we may judge of their situation. It seemed to be an association of prayer."

From this time Sister Emmerich assisted nightly at the pious exercises in St. Mary Major's. On August 3Ist, she remarked:

"Prayer is now general and continual, pious souls are everywhere kneeling at the tombs of the saints and imploring their aid. I have seen the saints whom they especially revere, and I have again seen the Pope; he is in much trouble. I have had great anxiety on his account and I have redoubled my prayers; Cardinal Consalvi's last petition was rejected by the Holy Father; he did not approve it, and it has been withdrawn. This mans influence is at an end for the present."

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"I have had," she said, "indescribable visions on the state of the Church both in general and particular. I saw the Church Militant under the symbol of a city like the Heavenly Jerusalem, though it was still on earth. In it were streets, palaces, and gardens through which I wandered and saw processions composed entirely of Bishops. I recognized the interior state of each. I saw their thoughts issuing from their mouths under the form of pictures. Their religious transgressions were represented by external deformity: for instance, there were some whose head seemed to be only a misty cloud; others had a head, but a heart, a body of dark vapor; others were lame or paralytic; others sleeping or reeling. Once I saw a mitre floating in the air and a hand out of a dark cloud trying repeatedly, but vainly, to seize it. Under the mitre I beheld many persons not unknown to me, bearing on their shoulders amid tears and lamentations, crosses of all kinds; among them walked myself. I think I saw almost all the Bishops in the world, but only a very few were perfectly sound. I saw the Holy Father very prayerful and God fearing, his figure perfect, though worn out by old age and manifold sufferings, his head sunk on his breast as if in sleep. He often fainted away and seemed to be dying. I often saw him supported by apparitions during his prayer, and then his head was upright. When it sank upon his breast, then were the minds of many turned quickly here and there; that is, viewing things in a worldly light. When the hand out of the cloud tried to seize the mitre, I saw the Church of our country in a miserable state to which the learned young school master had especially contributed. Protestantism was in the ascendancy and religion was failing to utter decay. I saw the majority of the clergy, dazzled by the false show of the young fellow, furthering the work of destruction, and one in particular taking part in it through vanity and ignorance. He will see his error only when it will be too late to retrieve it. The misery under him will be great. Many simple minded, enlightened men, and especially the school master, are praying for the removal of this pastor. I saw, at the most, only four ecclesiastics in the whole country steadfast and faithful. These visions were so frightful that I came near crying out. I see in the future religion falling so low that it will be practised only here and there in farmhouses and in families protected by God during the horrors of war.

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"I have seen as usual the Feast of Pentecost, and many pictures of the communication of the Holy Spirit throughout the whole world, also the twelve new Apostles and their connection with the Church. I saw from several parishes which received the Holy Ghost, a spiritual church formed, symbolical of the infusion of new life into the Church Militant, and I also saw numerous individuals receiving the Holy Spirit.

"Last night I made a long journey, chiefly to the Mountain of the Prophets and Paradise in its vicinity. All was as usual on the mountain, the man under the tent writing and arranging books and rolls of parchment, erasing many things, and burning others. I saw him giving leaves to doves which flew away with them. I had also a vision of the Holy Ghost, a winged figure in a triangle surrounded by bands of light of seven different colors which spread over the spiritual Church floating below and over all in communication with her. In this vision I felt that the effusion of the Holy Ghost exercises an influence over all nature. I stood above the earth near the Mountain of the Prophets and saw the waters that fall from it spread out like a transparent, many colored veil above the earth, and I saw all sorts of things shining through it. One color sprang from another and produced a different effect.

When the veil is rent, the rain descends. These effusions take place at certain seasons commemorative of the saints and their victories. The feast of a saint is his true harvest day. On it he dispenses his gifts as a tree does its fruits. What souls do not receive in this out pouring of spiritual gifts falls upon the earth as rain and dew; in this way, does a superabundance of rain become a chastisement from God. I often see wicked people in fertile places nourished by the fruits of the earth, and good men in sterile regions receiving into their own souls the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Were man and the earth in perfect harmony, there would be Paradise here below. Prayer governs the weather, and the days marked in the old weather tables are the days on which such distributions are made. When it says: 'If it rain on the third day of Pentecost, the harvest will not be gathered dry,' may mean, if the spiritual gifts poured out on mankind at Pentecost are received by them only in small measure, they will be changed into rain which will fall upon them as a chastisement. I see the life of nature intimately connected with that of the soul.

"Wind is something wonderful. I often see a storm bearing sickness from a far off land; it looks like a globe full of evil spirits. Violent winds affect me painfully. I have always had a horror of them. And from my very childhood, shooting stars have been hateful to me; for wherever they fall, the air is full of bad spirits. When as child I watched the rising and setting of the sun, I used to hail it as a creature endued with life. I thought: 'He weeps over the numerous sins he is forced to witness!'

Moonlight would be agreeable to me on account of the peaceful silence, were it not that I know the sins it covers and its powerful influence over man's sensual nature; for the moon is more deeply enervating than  the sun."

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The following vision, though chiefly upon the ravages in the Church by the infidelity of Sister Emmerich's own day, comprehends many other things and embraces seven periods of time. This was indicated to her; but her sufferings prevented her, unfortunately, from specifying these periods or saying which among the events would be realized in her own lifetime, or which would take place only after her demise.

"I saw the earth's surface covered with darkness and obscurity, all creation, trees and shrubs, plants and flowers, withering and dying. The waters seemed to have flowed back to their sources, brooks, fountains, rivers, and seas to have returned to the waters above the firmament around Paradise. I wandered over the desolate earth. I saw the rivers like fine threads; the seas like black abysses with here and there a tiny stream; and, wallowing in the slime, lay huge animals struggling with death. I went so far that I could distinctly see the shore on which St. Clement was drowned. Mankind was in a sad state of confusion and, and as the earth became more arid and desolate, the deeds of darkness increased. I saw in detail many abominations. I recognized Rome, and I beheld the oppression of the Church, as also her internal and external decadence. Then I saw immense troops marching from various quarters to a certain place near which was a great black spot like an enormous abyss into which numbers of the troops seemed to fall, unnoticed by their companions. Again I saw in the midst of these disasters the twelve new Apostles laboring in different countries, unknown to one another, each receiving streams of living water from on high. They all did the same work. They knew not whence they received their tasks; but as soon as one was finished, another was ready for them. They were twelve in number, not one over forty years; three were priests, and others aspired to that dignity. I have often met one of them; he is either known to me or he is near me. They were not dressed alike, but each according to the custom of his country and the fashion of his time. They received from God all the graces squandered by others; they did good everywhere; they were all Catholics. Among the dark destroyers, I saw false prophets and people who labored against the writings of the twelve new Apostles. I often beheld the latter disappear in the tumult to reappear again, however, more courageous, more dauntless than ever. I saw also about a hundred women prophesying as if in rapture. By them were men who mesmerized them. They filled me with loathing and horror and, as I thought I beheld among them the clairvoyant of Munster, I reflected that, at all events, the Father would not be with her. Whilst the ranks of the combatants around the dark abyss became thinner and thinner until a whole city had disappeared, the twelve Apostles constantly gained new followers, and from the other city (Rome, the true city of God) there issued, as it were, a luminous wedge which pierced the dark disc. Above the little church stood a majestic lady in a flowing sky blue mantle, a crown of stars on her head. From her streamed out light into the deep darkness. Wherever it penetrated, all things revived and flourished. In a large city I saw a church once the smallest become the greatest. The new Apostles entered into the light, and I thought I saw myself with others whom I recognized, in the first rank": (that is, with others who like herself had contributed to the renewal of life).

" Now all is again flourishing. I saw a new, very resolute Pope, and the black abyss gradually closing until the opening was so small that a water pail could cover it. Lastly, I saw again three troops or parishes uniting in the light under holy, enlightened men, and entering into the Church. The waters again gushed forth; all was renewed, all was living and flourishing, churches and convents were rebuilt. Whilst that frightful drought prevailed, I was taken over a verdant meadow full of those lovely white flowers I once had to gather, and I came to a thorn hedge on which I scratched myself badly in the dark; but it also was full of buds and I pressed through joyously."

April 12, 1820:  "I have had another vision on the great tribulation everywhere reigning. It seemed as if something were exacted of the clergy, something that could not be granted. I saw many aged priests, some of them Franciscans, and one, in particular, a very old man, weeping bitterly and mingling their tears with those of others younger than themselves. I saw others, tepid souls, willingly acceding to conditions hurtful to religion. The old faithful in their distress submitted to the interdict and closed their churches. Numbers of their parishioners joined them; and so, two parties were formed, a good and a bad one."

As the supporters of the "new lights," the Illuminati, especially hated the devotion of the Rosary, the value of this popular form of prayer was shown Sister Emmerich in a very significant vision: "I saw Mary's Rosary with all its mysteries. A pious hermit had thus honored the Mother of God, weaving in his childlike faith a garland of leaves and flowers for her; and, as he understood their signification, his garlands were always profoundly symbolical. He begged the Blessed Virgin to obtain for him some favor from her Son, whereupon she gave him the, Rosary." Then Sister Emmerich described this Rosary; but after the vision was over, neither she nor the Pilgrim could clearly repeat what had been seen and heard. It seems that the Rosary was surrounded by three rows of different colored notched leaves, on which were represented in transparent figures all the mysteries of the Church from both the Old and the New Testament. In the centre of the Rosary stood Mary with the Child surrounded by angels and virgins, hand in hand, their colors and attributes expressive of the various mysteries. Sister Emmerich described each bead, beginning with the coral cross on which is said the Creed. The cross grew out of a fruit like the apple of the forbidden tree; it was carved, it had certain determinate colors, and it was full of little nails. On it was the figure of a youth, in his hand a vine which sprang from the cross, and sitting on the vine were other figures eating the grapes. The beads were joined by colored, spiral rays, like roots, each possessing some natural and mystical signification. Every, Our Father was enclosed in a wreath of leaves from whose centre sprang a flower in which was portrayed one of Mary's joys or sorrows. The Hail Maries were stars of precious stones on which were cut scenes from the lives of the patriarchs and Mary's ancestors relating to the Incarnation and Redemption. Thus does the Rosary comprehend heaven and earth, God and nature and history and the restoration of all things through the Redeemer born of Mary. Every figure and color in its essential signification was employed for the perfecting of this divine master piece. This Rosary, though inexpressibly profound in signification was described by the invalid with deep feeling and childlike simplicity. With trembling joy she went from leaf to leaf, from figure to figure, describing all with the eager and joyous readiness of a lively child. "This is the Rosary," she said, "that the Mother of God gave to man as the devotion dearest to her; but few have said it in this way! Mary also showed it to St. Dominic; but, in course of time, it became from neglect and disuse so soiled and sullied with dust that she covered it with her veil as with a cloud, through which, however, it still glimmers. Only by special grace by great piety and simplicity can it now be understood. It is veiled and far away; only practice and meditation can bring it near!"

During the whole octave of Corpus Christi, 1821, Sister Emmerich had visions upon the state of devotion to the Blessed Sacrament throughout Germany, the sight of which drew from her tears and sighs of bitter grief. If, as she said, there were some portions of the country in a less lamentable condition than others, it was where that most august Sacrament was not altogether forgotten, where It was sometimes exposed for public veneration, sometimes borne in procession. Those districts which had fallen more or less under the influence of the new regime, liberty, love, and toleration, appeared under the form of a vineyard, withering and dying before the progress of the lights. In them she had to labor diligently, clearing and weeding until her hands were torn and bleeding. In December, though weighed down by all kinds of sufferings, she could not forbear asking Almighty God to send her still fresh ones; for the mental anguish she endured at the sight of the coldness, neglect, and irreverence offered the Blessed Sacrament was greater than any physical pain could be. Her prayer was heard but only on condition of her confessors permission, that the merit of obedience might be added to that of suffering and supply the strength necessary for its patient endurance.

The Pilgrim writes, Dec. 12, 1821, in the octave of the Immaculate Conception of Mary: "For several days, Sister Emmerich has had continual cramps, convulsive cough, spitting of blood. She swoons, she is perfectly prostrate, but her visions on the dangers threatening the faith are never interrupted. 'I must suffer it!' she exclaims in ecstasy, 'I have taken it upon myself, but I hope to be able to bear it!' Once she seemed about to spring from her bed: 'I must find my confessor, I must ask his permission, I must open another fountain in the Heart of Jesus! It has already five sources, but they have been wholly obstructed by the sins of men. Alas! they permit not those fountains to flow upon them! I am to do it'. I am to begin a new task, although my present one is not yet finished! I must get my confessor's permission!' The confessor was absent, and Sister Emmerich several times repeated her petition to be allowed to open the obstructed sources." The Pilgrim at first thought her delirious, but he soon reported the following: "Her condition becomes more and more critical and inexplicable; torture, weakness, vomiting, bloody sweats, cramps, burning thirst, inability to drink, temptations to impatience and struggles against it."

Dec. 13th: "Sister Emmerich lies today in a state altogether different from that of the last few days; painful paralysis of her members accompanied with acute rheumatism. A touch brings forth a groan, and still she had to be raised to a sitting posture several times during the night, on account of sharp pains of retention. She is too weak to explain the connection between her sufferings and her spiritual labors." That afternoon as the Pilgrim and confessor sat in the adjoining room, they were not a little startled on seeing the invalid suddenly leave her bed, approach them with a firm step, and kneel before the latter, her hands joined, saying: 'Give me a blessing! I need it for a certain person,' Father Limberg blessed her and, though looking like a skeleton, she returned to her bed as briskly as one in perfect health. At such moments her slightest motions are singularly striking and impressive; she seems wholly unconscious of her movements. Like the turning of a flower to the light, they appear to be involuntary and they excite surprise in the beholder. After a short silence, she exclaimed: "They are strewing the road with rose leaves; some one must be coming!" and then she was shown how the sources of grace in the Sacred Heart were cut off from many souls of good will by the suppression of devotional exercises, by the closing and profanation of churches. In reparation for the same, she was directed to make special exercises in honor of the Divine Heart. "Great periods of suffering," she said, "begin with visions of roses and flowers scattered over me; they signify my different pains. When I was seized with rheumatism, I saw a pyramid of sharp thorns covered with roses. I groaned with fright at the thought of climbing it." Once she uttered these prophetic words: "I see the enemies of the Blessed Sacrament who close the churches and prevent Its adoration, rushing to their own destruction! They fall sick, they die without priest or Sacrament!"

From Quasimodo until the third Sunday after Easter, 1820, Sister Emmerich's state became so aggravated in consequence of the attacks made by Wessenberg and his party on the celibacy of the clergy and the scandals arising from the same, that her friends, though long accustomed to such scenes, could scarcely bear the sight of it.

Still, however, her physical pains were perhaps even more endurable to the poor invalid than were the ill advised efforts, to relieve her and the disturbance occasioned her little household. The Pilgrim's brother, Christian Brentano, was in Dulmen at the time and, finding a noisy game of nine pins going on just beneath Sister Emmerich's window one day, he resolved to have her removed to a more retired neighborhood. For this end he sought to gain Father Limberg and Dr. Wesener's approval, hoping to win through the latter the consent of the old Abbe' Lambert, then sick and confined to his bed. But the old priest, weighed down by infirmity and desirous of ending his days in peace, would by no means consent to the change. "Full of sadness," as the Pilgrim says, he dragged himself to the invalid's bedside and protested against a removal. Sister Emmerich, anxious and annoyed by the repetition of such scenes, fell into a most deplorable state. Then it was that all concerned urged the use of various ineffectual remedies. They forgot the supernatural character of her sufferings which, had they been other than they were, must have ended in death. In view of this irritating commotion, we may readily understand the effort it cost the poor invalid to preserve her patience unruffled and the earnestness with which she longed for Dean Overberg's presence to lull the storm. The Pilgrim gives us the following details:

April 15th: "I found Sister Emmerich quite unable to speak from excessive pain. She had lain all night unable to stir on account of the violent suffering in her left side. She could neither stretch out her hand to the tumbler at her side, nor move her feet from the bottle of hot water that bad been placed in her bed; and thus she spent the night, abandoning herself to the mercy of God. When her confessor visited her next morning, he ordered the dreaded brandy lotions, which only served to aggravate misery."

April 16th: "The pains in the wound of her side are excruciating. They began by a vision on St. Thomas's incredulity. To day, Sunday, as she was contemplating a scene from the Gospel, the wound bled and she felt that with every breath she drew the air blew through it. To prevent this she laid her hand over the wound. The retention from which she suffers is very severe. To crown all, there is a game of ninepins going on under her window. A friend is endeavoring to persuade her to change her lodgings."

April 17th: "Her pains increase; she is all swollen, and the retention is so sharp as sometimes to deprive her of consciousness. She lies like a corpse, like one who had died from starvation. Sometimes her hunger for the Blessed Sacrament becomes intolerable; her heart burns with desire, whilst her hands are icy cold.'

April 18th: "Her condition is truly pitiable! Father Limberg begged the Parish Priest of Haltern to come and give her his benediction, which he did apparently to her relief. This evening a brandy lotion was again prescribed, to which the poor invalid submitted with a groan. 'I have it upon myself!' she said, 'I have prayed for expiatory sufferings, and now the fire must burn out. I abandon all to God!' "

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On the evening of Jan. 15, 1822, Sister Emmerich vomited blood freely, and then suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! a pious, Parish Priest has just died in Rome of old age! I received the general absolution with him! His soul went straight to purgatory, but he will very soon be released. We must pray for him. He was greatly attached to the Pope during whose captivity he did much good in secret. The Pope himself has not long to live."  And again she said: "That good old priest was one of the twelve unknown Apostles whom I always see supporting the Church and of whom I have often spoken. He is, the second that has died. There are now only ten; but I see others growing up. He was a friend and counsellor of the Holy Father, but he would never give up his parish for a higher position."

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January 27, 1822, Feast of St. Paul's Conversion (Munster). Sister Emmerich suddenly fell into ecstasy during which which she prayed fervently. That evening she said to the Pilgrim: "There has been a thanksgiving feast in the Spiritual church. It was filled with glory, and a magnificent throne stood in the middle of it. Paul, Augustine, and other converted saints figured conspicuously. It was a feast in the Church Triumphant, a thanksgiving for a great, though still future grace, something like a future consecration. It referred to the conversion of a man whom I saw of slight figure and tolerably young, who was one day to be Pope. I saw him below in the church among other pious men; he had been connected with the good old priest whose death I saw the other day in Rome. I saw many Christians returning to the bosom of the Church, entering through the walls. That Pope will be strict, he will remove from him lukewarm, tepid Bishops; but it will be a long time before this happens. All whose prayers have been instrumental in obtaining this grace were present in the church. I saw also those men eminent in prayer whom so often see. The young man was already in Orders and it seemed as if he were receiving some new dignity. He is not Roman, though an Italian from a place not far from Rome. I think he is of a pious noble family. He travels sometimes. But before his time there will be many struggles. It was an indescribably beautiful and joyous festival, and I was so happy! The church is still there; I want to go back to it!" and at these words she relapsed into ecstasy, during which she rose in her bed to pray until ordered by her confessor to lie down.

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"I saw a church sailing on the waters and in great danger of sinking, for it had no foundation; it rolled on the sea like a ship. With mighty efforts I had to help to restore its balance, and we sent many people into it, chiefly stationing them around on the beams and planks. In the three aisles of the church lay twelve men prostrate and motionless in fervent prayer, and there were crowds of children at the entrance prostrate before an altar. I saw no Pope, but a Bishop prostrate before the High Altar. In this vision I saw the church bombarded by other vessels, but we hung wet cloths before it and it received no damage. It was threatened on all sides; it seemed as if its enemies wanted to hinder its landing. When by the help of extra weight it was again righted, it sank a little in the sand. Then we laid down planks to the shore. Instantly all sorts of bad ecclesiastics ran in with others, who had given no assistance in time of need, and began to mock the twelve men whom they found in prayer and to box their ears; but the latter were silent and went on praying. Then we brought great stones which we stuck all around for a foundation which began to increase as if it were growing of itself. The stones came together, and it seemed as if a rock sprang up and all became solid. Crowds of people, among them some strangers, entered by the door, and the church was again on land."

This vision lasted several nights and was accompanied by hard labor. Once Sr. Emmerich, still in ecstasy, uttered the following words: "They want to take from the shepherd his own pasture grounds! They want to fill his place with one who will hand all over to the enemy!"  Then she shook her hand indignantly, crying out: "0 ye German cheats! Wait awhile! You will not succeed! The Shepherd stands upon a rock! 0 ye priests! You stir not, ye sleep, and the sheepfold is everywhere on fire! You do nothing! 0 how you will bewail this some day! If you had said only one Our Father! The whole night have I seen the enemies of the Lord Jesus drag Him around and maltreat him upon Calvary! I see so many traitors! They cannot bear to hear said: 'Things are going badly!' All is well with them if only they can shine before the world!"