Rozjimanie o umuceni Pana Jezisa Krista podla talianskej mysticky Luisy Piccarety

Od 15.00 do 16.00 - 23.hodinka z 24 hodiniek umucenia

Ježiš je mŕtvy!

Prebodli ho kopijou a telo vzali dole z kríža!

MOJ MŔTVY JEŽIŠ,

nech celá príroda vydá zo seba výkrik bolesti

a  spoznávajúc Teba ako svojho Stvoriteľa,

nech plače nad Tvojou bolestiplnou smrťou!

Tisíce a tisíce anjelov sa vznášajú okolo kríźa a oplakávaju Tvoju smrť.

Adorujú ťa ako svojho pravého Boha

a sprevádzajú ťa na miesto,

kde ideš nespočetné duše,

ktoré ležali v temnotách od brieždenia vekov,

urobit blaženým.

MOJ MRTVY JEZIS,

neviem ako sa oddeliť od Tvojho kríža!

A nie som unavená ani vtedy,

keď nepretržite bozkávam Tvoje SVATE RANY,

ktoré tak hlasno hovoria o láske pre mňa.

Keď pozerám na Tvoje STRASNE RANY - gashes

a vidím jednu kosť za druhou,

odhalené v tvojich hlbokých ranách,

aj ja sa cítim akoby som umierala.

CHCELA BY SOM plakať nad tvojimi ranami,

a potom ich umyt svojimi slzami.

CHCELA BY SOM ťa veľmi tak milovať,

aby sa moja láska stala vzácnym pomazaním,

ktoré ťa úplne vylieči a

obnoví prirodzenú krásu tvojho znetvoreného človečenstva.

CHCELA BY SOM vyprázdniť moje cievy,

aby som naplnila Tvoje prázdne cievy mojou krvou a

obnovila Ťa pre život.

Môj Život, Ježiš, je niečo, čo láska nevie vykonať?

Láska je život a aj moja láska chce dávať život.

A keď moja láska stačiť nebude,

daj mi Tvoju lásku

a s Tvojou láskou budem schopná konať všetko!

Budem schopná dať život Tvojmu Najsvätejšiemu Človečenstvu.

Ja plačem a stávam sa šialencom

oplakávajúc smrť môjho ukrižovaného Ježiša!

O, moj Ježiš,

aj po svojej smrti ty chceš mi ukázať, že ma miluješ!

Dokazuj svoju lásku ku mne

a poskytni mi utočište, moct  byt v stánku v Tvojom Srdci.

Preto, poháňaný velkou silou,

aby bol presvedčený,

že si skutočne mřtvy,

VOJAK OTVÁRA TVOJE SRDCE KOPIJOU!

Otvoril Tvoj bok!

A ty, moja Láska,

prelievaš posledné kvapky KRVI a VODY,

ktoré obsahuje Tvoje rozpálené SRDCE.

O. kolko vecí táto RANA, otvorená láskou, mi vyrozpráva!

Aj keď tvoje ústa sú ticho, Tvoje Srdce hovorí ku mne

a ja počujem, že vraví:

Moje dieťa, po tom, čo som ti dal VŠETKO,

chcel som touto kopijou otvoriť príbytok

pre všetky duše vnútri v mojom SRDCI.

Otvorené SRDCE bude volať všetkých:

Poďte ku mne, ak chcete, aby som vás zachránil!

V tomto Srdci nájdete svätosť

a urobite seba svätými,

nájdete úľavu v trápeniach,

silu v slabostiach,

spoločnosť v opustenosti!

O, duše, ktoré ma milujete,

keď ma skutočne chcete milovať,

poďte a bývajte odteraz v  MOJOM SRDCI!

Tu nájdete pravú lásku, ktorou ma budete milovať

a plamene ……

aby ste boli spálené a konzumované.

Všetko je skoncentrované v tomto Srdci:

sú tu SVIATOSTI,

je tu moja cirkev,

tu je život mojej cirkvi a mojich duší.

V ńom – v mojom Srdci – tiež cítim všetky profanácie -

hriechy proti o cirkvi,

prípravy útokov mojich nepriateľov,

šípy, ktoré vysielajú!

Moje utláčané deti,

niet žiadnej urazky, ktoré by moje SRDCE necítilo.

Preto, moje dieťa,

nech Tvoj život je v tomto Srdci!

Bráň ma, napravuj, prines mi do Srdca každeho!

Moja láska,

keď kopija zranila Tvoje srdce pre mňa,

modlim sa, abysi TY  tiez  s tvojou vlastnou rukou zranil moje srdce,

moje afekty, moje tuzby – všetko, co je vo mne.

Nech nebude nič vo mne, čo nie je ranené tvojou láskou.

Zjednocujem všetko s bolestami Tvojej drahej Mamy,

ktorá, pre bolesť, ktorú prežívala,

keď hľadela na Tvoje Srdce kopijou otvorené,

padla do mdlob smutku a lásky

a ako holubica vzlietla.

aby zabrala prve miesto-

aby bola prvou Napravovatelkou,

Kraľovnou tvojho Srdca,

Sprostredkovaĺkou – MEDIATRIX – medzi Tebou a stvoreniami.

Ja tiez, Mama,

chcem vzlietnuť do Tvojho Srdca,

aby som počula,

ako ty konaš nápravy a

aby som opakovala tvoje  nápravy a zadosťčinenia

za všetky urážky, ktoré Ty obdržiš.

Ó, môj Ježiš, v tom Tvojom ranenom Srdci,

znova nachádzam život!

Preto všetko, čo by som sa chystala konať,

ja vždy budem preberať odtiaľ!

Nebudem už viac dávať život mojím myšlienkam,

ale keď oni budú chcieť žiť, ja si vezmem Tvoje.

Moja vôľa nebude už mať  vlastny život,

ale keď bude chcieť žiť, vezmem si Tvoju svätú vôľu.

Moja láska už nebude mať viac život,

ale keď bude chcieť źivot, vezmem si Tvoju Lásku.

Ó, môj Ježiš,

všetko v Tvojom živote, je moje!

Toto je tvoja vôľa, toto je moja voľa!

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KONIEC 

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Twenty-third Hour From 3 to 4 PM

Jesus, dead, is pierced by the thrust of a lance. The deposition from the Cross My dead Jesus, all nature has sent out a cry of sorrow at your last breath, and has cried over your sorrowful death, recognizing You as its Creator. The Angels, thousands upon thousands, hover - 103 - around the Cross, and cry over your death. They adore You as our true God, and accompany You to Limbo, where You go to beatify many souls who have been ardently longing for You for centuries upon centuries. My dead Jesus, I cannot pull myself away from your Cross, nor can I be satiated of kissing and kissing again your most holy wounds, which eloquently speak to me of how much You have loved me. In seeing the horrendous tearings, the depth of your wounds, to the point of uncovering your bones – ah, I feel I am dying! I would like to cry so much over these wounds as to wash them with my tears. I would like to love You so much as to heal You completely with my love, and restore the natural beauty of your unrecognizable Humanity. I would like to open my veins to fill your empty veins with my blood and call You back to life.

O my Jesus, what can love not do? Love is life, and with my love I want to give You life; and if mine is not enough, give me your love. With your love, I will be able to do anything – yes, I will be able to give life to your Most Holy Humanity. O my Jesus, even after your death You want to show me that You love me, prove your love for me, and give me a refuge, a shelter, in your Sacred Heart. Therefore, pushed by a supreme force, to be assured of your death, a soldier rips your Heart open with a lance, opening a profound wound. And You, my Love, shed the last drops of Blood and water contained in your enflamed Heart. Ah, how many things does this wound, opened by love, tell me! And if your mouth is mute, your Heart speaks to me, and I hear It say: “My child, after I gave everything, I wanted this lance to open a shelter for all souls inside this Heart of Mine. Opened, It will cry out to all, continuously: Come into Me if you want to be saved. In this Heart you will find sanctity and you will make yourselves saints; you will find relief in afflictions, strength in weakness, peace in doubts, company in abandonments. O souls who love Me, if you really want to love Me, come to dwell in this Heart forever. Here you will find true love in order to love Me, and ardent flames for you to be burned and consumed completely in love. Everything is centered in this Heart: here are the Sacraments, here my Church, here the life of my Church and the life of all souls. In It I also feel the profanations made against my Church, the plots of the enemies, the arrows they send, and my oppressed children – there is no offense which my Heart does not feel. Therefore, my child, may your life be in this Heart – defend Me, repair Me, bring Me everyone into It.”

My Love, if a lance has wounded your Heart for me, I pray that You too, with your own hands, wound my heart, my affections, my desires – all of myself. Let there be nothing in me which is not wounded by your love. I unite everything to the harrowing pains of our dear Mama, who, for the pain of seeing your Heart being ripped open, falls into a swoon of sorrow and love; and like a dove, She flies in It to take the first place – to be the first Repairer, the Queen of your very Heart, the Mediatrix between You and the creatures.

I too, with my Mama, want to fly into your Heart, to hear how She repairs, and to repeat Her reparations for all the offenses You receive. O my Jesus, in this wounded Heart of Yours, I will find my life again; therefore, anything I may be about to do, I will always draw from It. I will no longer give life to my thoughts; but if these want life, I will take Yours. My will will no longer have life; but if it wants life, I will take your Most Holy Will. My love will no longer have life; if it wants life, I will take your Love. O my Jesus, all of your Life is mine – this is your Will, this is my will.

Jesus is deposed from the Cross.

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My dead Jesus, I see that your disciples hasten to depose You from the Cross. Joseph and Nicodemus, who have remained hidden until now, with courage and without fearing anything, now want to give You an honorable burial. So they take hammers and pincers, to perform the sacred and sad unnailing from the Cross, while your pierced Mama stretches out Her maternal arms to receive You on Her lap. My Jesus, while they unnail You, I too want to help your disciples to sustain your Most Holy Body; and with the nails they remove from You, nail me completely to Yourself. With your Holy Mother, I want to adore You and kiss You, and then enclose myself in your Heart, never to leave again. Reflections and Practices After His death, Jesus wanted to be wounded by a lance for love of us. And we - do we let ourselves be wounded in everything by the love of Jesus; or do we rather let ourselves be wounded by the love of creatures, by pleasures, and by attachment to ourselves? Also coldness, obscurity and mortifications, both interior and external, are wounds which the Lord makes to the soul. If we do not take them from the hands of God, we wound ourselves, and our wounds increase passions, weaknesses, self-esteem - in a word, every evil. On the other hand, if we take them as wounds made by Jesus, He will place His love, His virtues and His likeness in these wounds, which will make us deserve His kisses, His caresses and all the stratagems of a divine love. These wounds will be continuous voices which will call Him and force Him to dwell with us continuously. O my Jesus, may your lance be my guard which defends me from any wound of creatures. Jesus allows Himself to be deposed from the Cross into the arms of His Mama. And we - do we deposit all of our fears, our doubts and our anxieties in the arms of our Mama? Jesus rested on the lap of His divine Mother. Do we let Jesus rest by casting away our fears and our agitations? All: My Mama, with your maternal hands remove from my heart all that may prevent Jesus from resting in me.