SANTA VERÓNICA GIULIANI AND HER ANGEL

CUSTODIO

The life of Saint Veronica Giuliani was a continuous

succession of penances that the Lord himself asked of her for
the salvation of sinners and the liberation of the souls in
purgatory, which were her two main offices entrusted to her by
the Lord. If one visits the museum of Santa Verónica in its
monastery of Città di Castello, one can be frightened when
seeing the different instruments of penance that he used. God
instilled in him such a thirst to suffer for the salvation of others
that everything seemed to him little and God did not allow
himself to gain in generosity. In her Diary, Veronica also
constantly tells us of her ecstasies and moments of heaven with
the continual appearances of Jesus the Child, of the glorious
Jesus or Jesus crucified, of Mary Most Holy and of many other
saints and angels.
P. ÁNGEL PEÑA OAR

SANTA VERÓNICA GIULIANI AND HER ANGEL

CUSTODIO
S. MILLÁN DE LA COGOLLA - 2018
Nihil Obstat
Father Ricardo Rebolleda
Provincial Vicar of Peru
Augustinian Recollect

Imprimatur
Mons. José Carmelo Martínez
Bishop of Cajamarca (Peru)
GENERAL INDEX
INTRODUCTION
PART ONE: LIFE OF SEGLAR
His childhood.
Death of his mother.
The Child Jesus in his childhood.
The antics of Ursulina.
Wishes to receive.
First Communion.
Indoor and outdoor struggles.
Expired all resistance.
Accepted in the monastery.
SECOND PART: LIFE IN THE CONVENT
The dressing.
Renewal of habit
The first night in the convent.
Novitiate.
Problems.
Religious profession
Renewal of the profession
The Child Jesus in his adulthood.
Salvation of souls.
THIRD PART: LOVE TO THE SAINTS, TO MARY AND
JESUS
Your favorite saints.
The Virgin Mary
Jesus the Eucharist.
Kisses of Jesus.
Pray with Jesus.
Receive the communion of Jesus.
Receive the communion of Mary.
FOURTH PART: HELL, HEAVEN AND PURGATORY
The demon.
Demon transfigured.
Defended by Mary and her angel.
Holy Water.
Hell.
Heaven.
The confession.
The purgatory
Death of his father.
PART FIVE: SUPERNATURAL GIFTS
Charisma
1.- Ecstasy and levitation.
2.- Supernatural knowledge.
3. Prophecy
4.- Bilocation.
5.- Permanent fasting.
6.- Supernatural perfume.
7. The power of obedience.
The name of Jesus engraved.
Penances and joys.
The external wound in the heart.
Pains of the Passion.
The sores
The transverberation.
Betrothal with Jesus.
Spiritual marriage
The three hearts
PART SIX: LOS ÁNGELES
The custodian angel.
Visions
The assistant angel.
The cook angel.
The angel despensero.
The angel that gives communion.
The praying angel.
Your angels
SEVENTH PART: HIS GLORIFICATION
Miracles in life.
His death.
Miracles for beatification and canonization.

REFLECTIONS
CONCLUSION
CHRONOLOGY
BIBLIOGRAPHY

INTRODUCTION

The life of Saint Veronica Giuliani was a continuous

succession of penances that the Lord himself asked of her for
the salvation of sinners and the liberation of the souls in
purgatory, which were her two main offices entrusted to her by
the Lord. If one visits the museum of Santa Verónica in its
monastery of Città di Castello, one can be frightened when
seeing the different instruments of penance that he used. God
instilled in him such a thirst to suffer for the salvation of others
that everything seemed to him little and God did not allow
himself to gain in generosity. In her Diary, Veronica also
constantly tells us of her ecstasies and moments of heaven with
the continual appearances of Jesus the Child, of the glorious
Jesus or Jesus crucified, of Mary Most Holy and of many other
saints and angels.

Since she was a little girl, she had dealings and friendship with
the Baby Jesus who appeared to her throughout her life as a
living Child, even from her images. With him he played and
talked like a dear and close friend. His stories in the Journal,
since he was three years old, have a tenderness and a wonderful
delicacy.

Something beautiful that appears in most of the pages of the

Diary is the presence of Mary in her visions and supernatural
appearances next to Jesus and in union almost always with her
guardian angel. The presence of his angel appears constantly.
He was his friend since he was a child. An inseparable friend
and always present in their happy or difficult moments. He,
like Jesus and Mary, gave him sacramental communion
frequently. He helped him in his monastic tasks, be it for
cooking, taking care of the pantry so that there would be no
shortage of food or to pray the Divine Office.

His love for God was so great that he often repeated: suffer or
die, like Saint Teresa of Jesus; or suffer and not die as Saint
Mary Magdalene de Pazzi.

And Jesus loved her so much that on several occasions she

made him see her divine Heart, with the Immaculate Heart of
Mary and her heart, like three that merged into ONE. A single
Heart that embraced that of Jesus, Mary and Veronica.
But let's stop speaking and go to the details to enjoy reading his
life for the glory of God and the benefit of our soul.

Note.- Iriarte refers to the book by Lázaro Iriarte, Santa

Verónica Giuliani, Mystical Experience and Doctrine, BAC,
Madrid, 1991, in which five autobiographical relationships of
the saint are transcribed.
Sum refers to the Summarium of the process: Beatificationis et
canonizationis Servae Dei Veronicae de Julianis, Summarium
super dubio, 1800. In this summary are the testimonies of the
confessors and nuns of his monastery and of others who knew
it.
As for the Diary, he began writing it by order of Father
Bastianelli on December 13, 1693. In Spanish it covers eight
great volumes; we will quote them by putting the volume
followed by the corresponding Roman number and the page
where the cited text is found. The first three volumes were
published by the Subirana de Barcelona publishing house in
1905; four and five in 1906; the six and seven in 1907 and the
eight in 1909. Its title in this Spanish edition is: A hidden
treasure or Diary of Santa Verónica de Julianis.

FIRST PART
LIFE OF SEGLAR
HIS CHILDHOOD
The future Saint Veronica Giuliani was born on Mercatello
Terra, in the Diocese of Urbania, on December 27, 1660, on
the feast of St. John the Evangelist. They called her Ursula. His
father was Francisco Giuliani and his mother Benedetta
Mancini. His father was ensign of a company of soldiers.
She was baptized on December 28, the day after her birth, by
the priest Juan Antonio Burghesio, in the Collegiate Church of
San Pedro and San Pablo de Mercatello.

His parents had seven daughters, two of them died as girls. Of

the five that remained, three entered the convent of Santa Clara
as Poor Clares in their city. And Ursula entered the nasturtiums
of the same city, Città di Castello.

In his house there was a religious atmosphere. Every night the

life of a saint was read. Her older sisters did spiritual reading
and prayed the parvo of the Virgin and disciplines of penance.

Ursula had a lively and impetuous character, was good-

looking, friendly for dealing with others and liked to impose
her will. She writes in the Diary: My mother told me very
often: "You are that fire that I felt in the bowels when you were
in my womb". It is just true. And he would yell at me to be
quiet, but it was not possible. Everyone called me fire.

Her sisters declared in the Process: She had about three years
and one day when her mother and an aunt came to the house
after having received communion, Úrsula approached them and
said: "What a smell, what a smell". And when she was four
years old and gave her mother the communion for viaticum in
her last illness, Úrsula approached her mouth, attracted by the
perfume of the host, and said: "What smell, what smell".

She herself tells us: When I was about three years old, when I
heard the life of some saintly martyrs, I wanted to suffer.
Among other sufferings endured by them, one was being
burned. When I heard this, I also felt a burning desire to be
burned for the love of Jesus, and it reached such a degree that I
put my hand in a brazier-it was in winter time-with the
intention of burning myself in imitation of those martyrs. My
whole hand burned, and if the fire had not been set aside, it
would have stayed roasted.

I do not remember well, but it seems to me that at that moment

I did not even feel the fire, because it was as it was outside of
me because of the contentment I experienced. But then I felt
the pain of the burning: even my fingers had contracted.
Everyone in the house cried, but I do not remember having
shed a tear.

At that tender age I do not seem to have had any particular

light from God. I did these things because I heard that those
holy martyrs had made them.

Again, being also of age of three or four years, hearing the

compendium of the life of Santa Rosa de Lima and the great
penances she did, I also wanted to do the same; among other
things, I wanted to imitate it in the disciplines I took. But, not
having enough to whip me with, I took off my apron, knotted it
in many ribbons and then, putting myself behind a door, beat
me.

One of the times my mother found me while she was

disciplining me. To the point I stopped doing it, and I was
filled with blush, because I would not have wanted anyone to
see me. All this I did because I heard that this saint did
everything in secret, and that's how I wanted to do it too.
Again, hearing that this saint hurt herself pitifully for having
taken a finger tightly under the lid of a box -but she fell silent
and took the bad finger for a long time in her desire to suffer-, I
also wanted to suffer the same, although he did not have the
courage to do it on purpose. But the Lord allowed it when he
least expected it.

I was one morning playing with my fingers behind a door of

house and carelessly I put them in the crack of the same, it
seems to me that at that moment I was thinking about the
damage that Santa Rosa did. In this one of my sisters saw a big
dog enter the door. She was afraid of him and, unaware that I
was there behind, slammed the door shut, imprisoning a finger
with her. He started crying loudly saying that he had killed his
sister.

I told him to shut up, it was nothing; but she - and it is not for
less -, seeing the great amount of blood that left, shouted more
and more loud. I did not say anything; It only seems to me that
I experienced a certain taste for being able to suffer like that
saint. The wound was so deep that the tendon was visible. They
immediately sent for the surgeon, who gave great importance
to the case. He made a patch with egg white and rods and
adjusted it with my regret. But I did not say anything; I felt that
they should medicate me, since I would have wanted to endure
it without any remedy, as the saint had done.

All this happened the morning before I burned my hand, as I

said above. So, while the surgeon was medicating me the burn,
he asked me how my finger was going. I, without speaking,
with the same burned hand, quickly removed the wrapper from
my finger. The speed was such that the surgeon was surprised:
he did not explain how he had made me let go of his hand,
since he was medicating my injured finger. At once the finger
began to draw blood in greater quantity than in the morning; I
felt more pain. But he said nothing: I just remember that all my
contentment was thinking about my Santa Rosa. The rest did
not matter to me.

However, the more I heard her read her life, the more I wanted
to do everything she did, and I imagined that the saint would
always be with me. But such things were occurrences without
any knowledge. I did them only to hear that she did them.

So, again my mother wanted to cut my toenails and,

inadvertently, she cut me a piece of meat. She was upset, but I,
seeing the blood coming out, felt joy and told her it was
nothing, without allowing me to apply any medication. All this
I did to imitate my Santa Rosa, not for another reason.

According to Father Tassinari: He would be about 4 or 5 years

old when he had the grace to see the resplendent holy host in
the hands of the priest and in the host to the Child Jesus, as I
have heard him say to herself. Furthermore, when in that age
they brought communion to their mother in her last illness, she
was present and also saw the resplendent host in the hands of
the priest.

She continues saying: Around five years ago I started making

altar-pieces. I would have liked all my sisters to do the same
thing that I did. But all this I did without feeling any: they were
childish things.

Moreover, I made this mischief: when I saw them read or pray

the Office of the Virgin, I bothered them in a thousand ways so
that they would leave that and come to make altar-pieces with
me. And this I did not only as a child, but also as an adult. This
one did a trick, this one did another. I do not know what it was
due to: I think it was the kindness of the sisters, since the more
I brought them crucified, the more they loved me; and not only
them, but all those at home. I was willing: when I wanted
something, I did not leave anyone alone until I got my way. It
was the smallest, but I wanted to be on everyone and everyone
to do what I liked; The truth is that I was content in everything.

My mother had died; My father was out of town. He came back

when I was seven years old; He loved me so much, that he was
not able to leave me at home, but he wanted to take me with
him and he made me big promises. But I did not want little or
much to go, if it was not with all the other sisters. So I stayed
with them, and the father left again.

I started again to make my little altar; I did not do anything else

all day; and I spent so much oil and candles, that sometimes I
came to scruple. But I did not care; multiplied my thefts more
and more. In my eagerness to make such little altar, I
committed a notable fault: I stole two pieces of wood two or
three times, and I did not confess about it; I used to think that it
was nothing.
My life was to eat, drink and sleep: work, as little as possible.
All the time available was used to make the little altar, and my
pleasure was to get my sisters to come there to pray; I also
started doing it with them, although I did nothing but be with
them.

I began to realize that they were doing penance. I did not say
anything, but I was watching carefully what they did, and I
wanted to do the same. But he had neither discipline nor
sackcloth, and there was no way to get hold of theirs, because
they had everything under lock and key.

I spent a lot of time with these wishes. Certainly, all that did
not come from the spirit; I think if he wanted to do all that, it
was only because he was seen doing it, not for any other
reason. With everything, since I could not do it, I was easily
satisfied; but when the day came when they communed,
without being able to do it, this displeased me a lot. However,
he did not say anything to the confessor or those at home; but I
seem to remember that, on such a day, although I did not
receive communion, I felt a certain contentment with those
who had received communion.

DEATH OF HIS MOTHER

My mother loved me very much and always had me by her

side, day and night. When I was six years old, I was left
without a mother; and, despite being so small, her death hurt
me a lot. Even before anyone told me, I burst into tears
inconsolably; and I remember that they could not dress me-so
great was my crying-and that the next night I did not want to
go to bed, because my mother was not there.

To calm me down, they gave me a Virgin with the Baby Jesus

around my neck. I felt all joyful. I carried that image wherever
I went; and it seemed to me sometimes that El Niño was
laughing with me. Then they took that image from me and, to
quiet me, since I was crying because I could not have it with
me, they gave me a Child of wax put in a box. It was all my
happiness; I took it with me everywhere.

His mother Benedetta, before dying on April 28, 1667, called

her five daughters and, showing them the crucifix, assigned
each one his corresponding wound of the Savior. Ursula had
the luck on her side. He was 6 years and four months old on the
day his mother died.

ANECDOTS

Verónica says: Once, while I was at the window, I saw a poor

man come down the street. He stopped and asked me for alms.
I did not have anything. The poor thing was there and I saw
that he did not want to leave. I do not know how I did it. I had
just released a pair of very nice shoes: I took off one of them
and gave it to the poor; He left very happy. But, after walking a
bit, he went back and said: "Chiquita, give me the other: what
do I do with this one alone?".

I took off my other shoe and gave it to the poor man. At that
moment I thought I saw the face of the poor man all beautiful
and resplendent. But I did not do any reflection. Party the poor,
did not know how to get out of the way. I was afraid that our
mother would make fun of me, and I did not want to say to
whom I gave the shoes. I do not remember well how the thing
ended. I only remember that I did not want to discover that I
had given them for God's sake.

One night while my angel accused me of the bad examples I

had given my neighbor, the Lord showed me those shoes that I
gave to the poor person as a little girl and made me understand
that the poor man was himself. And he made me see these
shoes all gold that means charity and also made me understand
that he was very grateful for that act of charity that I did,
because those shoes I did not want anyone to touch me. I was
so careful with them for being the first ones I had ever had.
And when I gave them to the Lord as a figure of that poor man,
I did not realize anything, but later, when I did not have them, I
felt regret and disliked a lot. I remember this moment as if it
were now.

Father Tassinari declared in the Process that the Virgin Mary

told Ursula in an apparition that the pilgrim to whom she gave
her little shoe as a girl had been Jesus himself. And she told me
that in a conversation.

And Father Tassinari continues: Another day, when she was

very young, an old pilgrim appeared to him and gave her a
piece of bread, while she was at the window. The old man grew
large and could take the bread from the same hand of Ursula
despite the height of the street window. The old pilgrim left
with the bread and showed it on the street, and this bread
became so white it looked like snow. I know this because he
was seen and commented by the sisters of Úrsula.

But Veronica not only saw Jesus, her angel was also present.
Ordinarily he saw the guardian angel visibly and truly.

The same year of the death of his wife, Francesco Giuliani

obtained the position of superintendent of finance of the Duke
of Parma, with residence in Piacenza. Two years later he had
his daughters come and tried to acclimate them to the new
social level with lucid servitude and relations of distinction.
There Úrsula lived from nine to twelve years.

It was his father's favorite. He had no difficulty in the other

daughters opting for the monastic life. In fact, three of them
took the habit in the monastery of Santa Clara de Mercatello;
the fourth, due to a physical defect, had to remain at home with
the paternal aunt. But he wanted at all costs to keep with him
the Benjamina, who from the age of nine felt strongly the
religious vocation.

One day while in Piacenza, Jesus spoke to him from a painted

painting in the house where he lived with his father; and told
her not to take any husband of the earth because he, her Creator
and Redeemer, would be her faithful husband.

THE CHILD JESUS IN HIS CHILDHOOD

El Niño Jesús and Úrsula were two inseparable friends. Úrsula

lived and dreamed continually with the Child Jesus and often
went to see him in the picture of Mary with the Child that was
in his house. And Jesus got out of the picture and she caressed
him and took him in her arms. One day she took a fresh rose
and the Child, upon receiving it, disappeared. She was crying
and hurt, because he had left her after taking the flower.

When the Baby Jesus did not come down from the painting to
play with her and allow herself to be caressed, she complained
to the Virgin Mary of the painting and all the game went up to
a chair to reach the painting. Sometimes she fell and hurt her
head, but it was not serious, because the Virgin and the Child
took care of her.
She saw him as a living person and felt the happiest person in
the world by his side. This was throughout his life one of his
greatest joys. And she became a child with the Child. Jesus was
his best friend.

He tells us the following: At three or four years old, being one

morning in the garden gladly entertained in picking flowers, I
seemed to see visibly the Child Jesus accompanying me in
taking these flowers. To the point I stopped taking them and I
went to the divine Child with the desire to grab him, and it
seemed to me that he said to me: "I am the true flower".

And it disappeared, leaving me a certain light that moved me

not to take pleasure in momentary things: I was with my
attention fixed on the divine Child. I had recorded so much in
my mind, that I was crazy and did not realize what I was doing.
He ran from one place to another to see if he could find it. And
I remember that my mother and my sisters tried to stop me
from running, and they said to me: "What's wrong with you?
Have you gone crazy?"

I laughed and did not say anything; and I felt that I could not be
still. At each step he returned to the garden to see if it appeared.
All my thoughts were fixed on the Child Jesus.

It seems to me that, even as a child, whenever I saw the images

of the Virgin and the Child Jesus, I could not get enough of
kissing them. I remember that many times, at the same age of
three or four years, I would go before some image of the Virgin
with Jesus in my arms and I would say:

-Give me your little son -and I would stand with my hands up,
waiting for him to put the Baby Jesus in my arms. And when
those at home gave me the snack, before eating it I would go
before the image and say: "My Jesus, come, I do not want to
eat without You".

I was there for a long time, calling him and repeating: "Most
holy Virgin, give it to me!". I begged it from my heart, and it
seemed to me at times that those figures, painted as they were,
I saw them visibly as living people, the same Mother as the
Son, and so beautiful, that I was consumed with the desire to
embrace and kiss them ; but I did not understand anything.

When Christmas time came, I could not be happy. More than

once, while looking at the Child reclining in the manger, I
seem to have seen it full of splendor.
Sometimes, I went to the room where the Blessed Virgin was
with Jesus in her arms, that is, where there was an image, and
so she spoke to the Child: "My Jesus, come with me, we will
do the devotions together: I do not want others to come , but
only You, O Virgin, give me this your Son to accompany me!
". And it seemed to me suddenly to see that image changed,
and to become very beautiful, not seeing it in painting
anymore, but real and real. In an instant it became as before.
But despite leaving the room at the time, I was so fixed in my
mind, that when I had a moment when no one could see me, I
returned to my Virgin. Everything beautiful and good I could
have, I took it to the Child Jesus, and I remember that once I
begged him to deign to eat with me; and it seems to me that
once he had a snack.

Many times, while I was listening to Mass, at the elevation of

the sacrosanct Host, I seemed to see the Child Jesus visibly and
I know that many times I shouted in a loud voice saying: "Ah,
Ah," and I wanted to run with the priest, but my mother I
stopped Sometimes I saw that the priest became bright as a sun
and I said to my mother: "It is very beautiful."

One day Jesus Child came as in flight to my arms and leaned

with his head on my chest from the part of the heart. It was
precisely on him that he slept peacefully, but during his sleep
he made me awake and his Heart and my heart united in such a
way that my heart soon became a furnace of love.

Another day, the Blessed Virgin put the Child Jesus in my

hands. Oh God! I can not explain with the pen what I
experienced at that moment.
One day among others, I had hurt my hands, in such a way that
I was going to cry bitterly. However, I wanted to keep silent so
as not to be heard, and to suffer more pain. Suddenly the Infant
Jesus appeared before me, with a laughing face and said:
"What are you doing?" And I answered: "I suffer for Jesus."
And he, like playing, grabbed my hand and said: "Calm down,
I want to heal you, try not to love anyone but Jesus, I am." And
immediately disappeared. At the time I found myself healed.
They made me want to do the same suffering again, hitting me
with stones, as I had done then; but I could not. It seems to me
that I came, I do not know who was at home and I left it.

Again, I had many things to eat in my hand and in my pocket. I

would not have wanted them to be taken away from me. I was
going to sit on a ladder and think about what I could do to hide
them. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, I thought I saw the
said Child, and he said: "Give my love, all these things to the
first poor person to come." Immediately I hear a poor person
who says: "A little alms for the love of God"; and went inside
the door. I gave him half, and the rest wanted to keep it for me.

When I went to enter the house, I found another poor person,

and I had the intention of giving him what I had left, because
he was asking with great insistence for the love of God. I was
going to give him what I had, but the gluttony made me keep
some things for myself.

When I got home, I could not rest, be calm if I did not give
everything to the poor. I went to the window and threw
everything on the street; I booked a biscuit for myself. At that
time I did not realize the defect, because I had no knowledge;
but when the Lord rebukes me for this, oh! What a great thing
it seems to me! With this fact, he has given me to understand
how many faults I have committed, for not having had true
charity. What confusion, what shame and what pain do these
things that God puts before me, as if I were doing them now!
These two facts, I have never manifested them to any person.
Now, God reminds me of everything that has worked in me.

Many times, when I premiered something, dress, coral, or

anything else, I immediately went to the images of Jesus and
said: "Come, my Jesus, come I will give you all these beautiful
things." And I began to strip everything by putting it on the
ground; and again he called him. And it seems to me that two
and more times, he was in the attitude of reaching out and
lowering my hand. But I said: "Go down, if you want these
things."

I remember that one morning I was in front of a Virgin who

was nursing the Baby Jesus, and I said: "Come to me, my
Jesus, that I will also give you milk." And now I seem to
remember that on that occasion the Child laughed; He looked
at me a little, and then again he took hold of the Mother's
breast. Oh God! I do not know how it was. I could not do it
anymore I wanted to get to that image and I could not. I took
something and both I did that the nail and the image came to
the ground. Then I approached the Blessed Virgin and said: "I
want to breastfeed this Child, give it to me". And I saw Jesus
looking at me and moving. I did not know how to breastfeed
him, so I took off my bodice and approached him in a breast-
feeding attitude. Then I saw him visibly leave Maria's bosom
and hold on to my breasts. Oh God! I can not relate what that
act caused me. It seems to me now to remember that at that
point I was outside of me. After all this I also remember that I
was three or four days with a contentment that I can not explain
with the pen.

Many times I went before some image of the Blessed Virgin

and said from my heart: "Give me this Child, that I will always
have with me". And then he said to Jesus, "Come, come, I wish
you so much, I will give you everything you have, come with
me." It seems to me that many times the Infant Jesus extended
his hand to me, or that he himself called me to himself. Oh
God! Here I do not know nor can I refer anything, because I do
not remember well what all this left in me. I just remember that
I had no more thought than him. Sometimes he would appear
so resplendent that he could not look at him, and without any
knowledge he would say: "You are all mine." And he replied:
"And you are mine." Then he shouted to him: "Come to me."
And he called him innumerable times.

Wherever I saw Jesus and Mary, I would stop; and if I could

not, when the others did not see me, I would return to the same
place, going to discourse with Jesus, as I would have done with
a child. Sometimes he reasoned with me, answering
everything. Sometimes I would see him laugh, and before I left
him I would say: "I am yours, and you are all mine." And he
said: "I am for you, and you are all for me". Oh, how happy I
felt! Many times I saw Jesus in an image as a visible creature;
and once among others it seems to me that I was saying in a
loud voice that I wanted that beautiful Child, and at least to
kiss him. So one of my sisters took it, but I did not see him as
before, but a child of wax that was there in the manger. So I
said: "This is not so beautiful." And he cried bitterly, thinking
that they had hidden him.

Again, also for the same time, I was before the Child Jesus, and
with my heart I begged him to deign to accept my heart; and he
said to me: "Yes I will take it, and I will be your heart".
Everyone happy reached out to take it, but it disappeared.

I remember that once they gave me some pictures of the

Blessed Virgin with Jesus in their arms; and loving them, they
did not want to give them to me, but looking where they were
placed, I put my hand in them, and I did not stop until I put one
in the breast. Oh, how happy I was having the Baby Jesus with
me! But it did not last long, because it soon broke. And I went
back to the other companion image of this one, and I took the
other Child, who did not last long either, because between
kisses and caresses, he soon tore. If he could, he would have
done the same with all the images he saw; but I cant.

Sometimes, when I saw an image that I liked and could not get
to kiss it, I would pick up a cane or a cane and make it fall to
hold it in my hand, which I did many times. Others, with
tables, chairs, stools and others, formed like a staircase to
climb up to some image, and in particular one of the Blessed
Virgin that we had in a room. I liked it so much! and there was
also Jesus, whom I had often seen holding out my hand. I
wanted to get to him to even kiss him; I made the ladder with
all those junk, I went up to it, and falling I broke down in a bad
way. However I was not afraid, and I did it many times, always
the same.
I was angry I with the Child Jesus and putting before him with
his head bandaged, he said: "You see what you have done to
me For your sake I have broken my head Why do not you
come to me?.?". I seem to remember that El Niño was
laughing; and I said to him: "Do not laugh, but come now, if
you do not come, I will break my head again, because I really
love you". And I would sit there on the ground, adding: "I will
not move from here, if you do not come." That way I was a
long time, but I could not calm down, because it was like a
gunpowder.

Let that image, and I went to some other, before which did the
same, saying, "Thou art also like that other, nor want to
come?". He went to look for some delicacy, and putting it there
on the ground, said: "My Jesus, I do not want to eat without
You". I waited a long time, and finally I ate.

Once, going to the home garden, as a child, in the blink of an

eye, I saw a beautiful child. I ran after him, to hug him, but
then fled. I went around the garden to find him again; and then,
all happy was looking for him throughout the house. I ran and I
laughed and did not say more. But I could not see him
anymore. And the Lord has made me understand that it was
him. Not only was he visibly shown to me, but even asleep, he
always dreamed of the Lord and the Blessed Virgin; and I
remember that many times, I immediately woke up from the
joy I had. And my sisters told me that very often they heard me
laugh, while I slept with them.
Now the Lord has reminded me that, while I was before a
crucifix, I told him from my heart: "I also want to be like you
are, Lord." And I spent a lot of time with my arms crossed.
And because I could not reach to kiss him, I gave a lot of kisses
to the wall where I was standing.

The Lord reminded me that I often said to myself: "I want to be

the wife of Jesus"; and if, by chance, he found some image of
the Child Jesus, he would say: "Lord, I want to be all yours".
So he said, I remember as if it were now; but I had no
knowledge.

I have seen many times the Child Jesus in the host, while the
mass and saw the priest as bright as the sun.

I remember that when a child came home, I immediately took

him to bow to my Blessed Mother and made him recite the Hail
Mary. To those who did, I fed them, caressing them very much.
But sometimes there were some who were so obstinate that he
could not make them bow their heads, nor did they want to
pray the Hail Mary. To these he gave them cheeks, and he
made them pass the door saying: "Do not come back, because I
do not want you, because you do not want my Virgin well".

Many times, when there were flowers in the garden, I made

bouquets and crowns that I carried to my Baby Jesus. I wanted
him to take them; and since I could not manage to give them to
them, I would take a long cane and offer it to them, sometimes
angry because I did not drink the flowers.
I remember now that once, in time of roses, to take one, I
pricked myself all with its thorns. Take it to Jesus, and he
wanted me to come down with me, otherwise I would not give
him that rose. Suddenly I thought I saw that image moving and
becoming beautiful. I endeavored to say: "Jesus, come." And
he added: "Come." Like a lightning bolt, I seemed to see Jesus
before me. He caught me that rose, and then fled. Oh, how
much I cried! And he said: "I pricked all for him, and he does
this to me!" And I cried so hard that I remember that my sisters
came to see what I had. I said nothing, but nobody could
reassure me.

A few days later I returned to that image, and again I began to

call Jesus, and I remember saying, "How, do you want to come,
fleeing later? You better not come, because you have done it to
me so many times that enough is enough. I am calling you to
stay with me forever. I have done all these things many times.

I also remember now that many times, having to carry a table

or something heavy, and not being able to do it by myself, I
always seemed to feel like a person next to me. And very soon
I saw the little altar made, but I do not know how.
It seems to me that, to which I counted seven years, and even
before, I felt great desire to receive communion; and when my
mother and my sisters had communed, I spent all day with
them. He did not say why, but sometimes he heard them saying
to each other: "What a miracle Ursula is standing still!" Which
they said because they knew that he could not stop for a
moment. I was never sitting.
Úrsula received the sacrament of confirmation in 1667 at the
Collegiate of Marcatello by Monsignor Honorato Onorati,
Bishop of Urbania. Sr. Maria Juana Maggio declared in the
Process to know that her confirmation godmother saw that day
her guardian angel who was at her side.

THE URSULINA TRAVESURAS

My sisters were so good, they did not have the courage to do

anything on their own. When they came, for example, the
desire to send something away from the elders, I gave them the
way to do it. Among the other things that I did, it was one to
give things to the hidden. In particular, I once gave several
wheat almudes and also some brass plates and candlesticks.
From this I had a lot of scruple, because of those plates and the
candlesticks they realized and blamed a maid: I never wanted
to say that it was me, although I made that maid did not suffer
anything and I managed not to be dismissed as they had
already decided.

Mischiefs like those I did all kinds, and I caused them to be

made by my sisters too. He did many acts of charity; but I think
that everything was fruitless, because he often did it more out
of vanity than out of love of God. The truth is that, every time I
saw the poor, I moved with compassion and I could not help
but give them something. Also, when a religious came by alms,
I had the maid charge me to take me with me so I could kiss
her hand and give her alms personally. In doing this I felt great
contentment; I seemed to see our Lord when I saw them ...
One of the times I slapped a maid because it seemed to me that
she did a not very good job. I was so jealous of God's offense
that I scolded him a lot and then I did not want him at home
anymore. I told my father to fire her without telling her the
cause, and he did it without further ado. I have always had a
scruple about this, since it could have been amended and could
have been used in charity with her. Of these things he did not
confess me; On the contrary, I seemed to have acted
righteously.

Such was my audacity, that there was not one that could with
me. My older sisters obeyed me as if I were the owner of the
house; and it did not seem that they were all going to try to see
who I liked the most. I found much pleasure in this, and I even
experienced satisfaction.

I made many mistakes. Knowing in advance that my father

would not refuse me anything, I asked him for many pastimes
and solace. Everything was achieved. Among other things,
during carnival time, I asked him to allow me to go masked,
together with him, to the lottery that was held in that city.
Immediately I was content.

One day, for example, I dressed as a man and had all my sisters
do the same. I enjoyed seeing myself dressed like that; I made
myself see of several people. Everything I did without any
reflection; but later I thought that, by that behavior of mine,
that day could have been the cause of some offense of God. I
felt the impulse not to do it again, but I have to confess that
later I did it more times, and always with the same impulse. I
say everything so you know how ungrateful I was to God, not
corresponding to so many claims of yours.

DESIRES OF COMULGAR
I sometimes went before the images, and said: "Most Holy
Virgin, when will you give me Jesus in holy communion?"
And then turning to Jesus, he added: "And you, my Jesus, when
do you want to come to my heart? When I witnessed someone's
communion, I would keep my mouth open, and I would have
liked to receive communion too, but I could not, and I would
not even have dared ask for it. All this was happening without
feelings, and he only had those desires, but he knew nothing.

While I was making my little altar, I said to myself: "How

happy I would be if I had received Communion today!" And
mentally addressing the Lord, he said: "When will you come,
Lord, to my heart, as you do to so many who receive you in
Holy Communion? Come also to me." And I felt that these
desires increased more and more (Volume I, page 300).

Near the age of 7 I got a great desire for Holy Communion and
it increased more and more, but not having in me neither spirit
nor devotion when I said it, it was taken for youthful nonsense.
I hardly said it because everyone laughed at my simplicity. I
went on the contrary very often at the feet of Jesus and there I
told him my sorrows and I begged him to grant me this grace.

I would have liked to tell the confessor, but being so young,

and sure that I would not have given it, I would pass everything
in silence. Sometimes I felt so much yearning for communion,
that I would go before an image of the Virgin, and I would say
to her heart: "Give me this son in my heart, I feel, I can not be
without him anymore." Oh, my Jesus, Come to me, I wish you
so much! " I felt I do not know what in me, that impelled me
more and more to remove from me any obstacle that would
prevent me from becoming once completely God. I had the
desire to become a nun, and I remember having always had it;
but the more I advanced in age, the greater desire I had to retire
to a monastery. And he said inwardly: "Oh Lord, when shall I
betroth you?" Take me somewhere retired so as not to be heard,
and say in a loud voice: "My Lord, I can not do any more:
When do you want to take me for your wife? Now is the time:
do not delay more. "And he repeated many times:" Do not
delay any more. "

At the age of nine years it seems to me that the desire to

receive communion increased, and I was saying inwardly: "My
God, what can I do to have you in my heart?" And I thought: if
I commune, I would have it. So one morning I said to my
confessor: "Father, when will I receive communion?" To which
he replied: "Not yet, you are too small: in the meantime be
prepared." Oh God! I spent the whole day crying because of
this refusal; but I said nothing of what I had, and I went to a
room where there were many paintings, in one of which the
Savior was painted. One of the times I was, it seemed to me to
see this beautiful image, and since then I went frequently to see
it being more and more devoted to it, and said: "Oh, my Lord, I
do not want anyone but You, and you will only be my husband,
give me this grace,

Again I asked the confessor to let me receive communion, but

it was not possible, and I felt that I could not do it anymore.
Having given me another refusal, I went to my Savior and said:
"When, Lord, will you come to my heart, and when will I feed
on You in holy communion?" Pass it all in silence, only that I
felt more and more, a certain detachment from the things of the
world, and in the meantime I seemed to have some taste in
them. I did not know to know that nature and spirit fought; and
among these unknown battles I felt more and more inflamed
my desire for sacred communion.

FIRST COMMUNION

I began again to pray to the confessor to let me receive

communion, giving me good reasons. He examined me in
various ways about the subject, and I simply answered what he
asked me. I had never heard anything about this, but I felt so
animated, that it seemed to know everything by heart, which
happened because of the ardent desire I had to receive
communion.

I will say nothing of what I went through many days before: I

only remember that the night before I could not rest; every
moment I thought that the Lord had to come to me, and this
only kept me awake, and I thought what I could ask of his
coming, and what I could offer him. I made an intention to pay
homage to all of myself, asking her for her holy love to love
him and to fulfill his divine will.

When I went for the first time to receive communion, at that

moment I was left out of myself. I remember that when I took
the Most Holy Host, I felt such a great heat, that it inflamed me
all, and especially felt how my heart burned, and it did not fit
in me. It seems to me that I wanted to say something and I
could not. I truly felt that the Lord had come to me, and from
my heart I was saying to Him: "My God, now is the time that
you take possession of me: I surrender everything to You, and I
only want You". He replied: "You are mine, and I am all
yours." To these responses, I felt consumed, but I did not
understand what it was. I felt detached from earthly things, and
now I took care of nothing and said: "My God, I only want
You, I only desire you, and I ask your love to love you and to
fulfill your will".

It seems to me also to remember that in that first communion I

made the pact of wanting to marry him. Many things happened
to me on that day, but I omit them; I only remember well that I
thought I was trading in another. I did not speak, and I felt in
my heart something I already knew that the Lord was. On
returning home, I immediately went to my crucified Lord, and I
gave myself completely to Him. I was before that image of the
Savior and said: "Now I am all yours and You are all mine."
And I saw that image, not already painted, but visible. How
happy! .

INTERNAL AND EXTERIOR STRUGGLES

Repeatedly I was required for marriage; but I always gave the

negative. Even more: those people sent me embassies, but I did
not even want to listen to them. I went to the one who told me
such things, I strongly admonished him and told him to let such
people know that my husband had already found him and that I
would never again turn away from him, and that this was Jesus.
I could not leave the house without being followed later, which
displeased me a lot, because I thought they were doing the
devil's part. But I did not listen to them; I kept my eyes fixed
on a book or Office; and they were still there until I returned
home.

It is true that, after I was accepted as a nun, the tempter did not
stop doing his part at that point, and he tempted me a lot.
Wherever I went, I had those young people in my mind,
whatever I did had them fixed in my imagination. All this
caused me grief and suffering; but what worried me the most
was that he said nothing to the confessor. He wanted me to
commune frequently, but I was afraid to approach Holy
Communion with all those things. Even so, he did it. I was
going to receive Communion and I knew that the Lord gave me
great strength and spoke to my heart telling me: "You are calm:
you are mine, I want you to suffer and fight, but do not fear
anything."

All this filled me with joy; I was doing it in order to defeat

everything and not to give in to anything. Sometimes I
experienced some struggle between humanity and spirit; but, as
far as I remember, humanity always received the negative in
everything. It only seems to me that when these young men
courted me and did everything possible to conquer me, I felt
some complacency when I found out; but I do not remember
that it was permanent or even voluntary. All in all, that caused
me great sorrow and I saw that he wanted to disturb me. He
tried to move forward with as much peace as he could.
There were times when the fighting was intense. Then I would
go to a room by myself and there I would let off steam with the
Lord, telling him what was happening to me. He redoubled my
entreaties and asked for the grace of not abandoning me. He
told him with all faith that he could: "Lord, you know that I am
your wife, so do not separate me from you." From now on
forever I abandon myself in your hands. I am yours, I am
yours.

There was a young relative in our house who hurt me a lot,

although I think it was due to my lack of virtue and little
mortification. The truth is that he did not let me live in peace.
He would take me to the garden to take a walk with him,
talking about things in the world; He used to bring me
embassies of one or the other, and he told me that those people
wanted to marry you. Sometimes I said to him in anger: "Either
you shut up or I go away, stop bringing me such embassies,
because I do not know anybody and I do not want anybody."
My husband is Jesus: this one I want, this one is mine.

Sometimes he would bring me a bunch of flowers; I did not

even want to touch it, and it made him throw out the window.

VENCIDA ALL RESISTANCE

We had already returned to the homeland; but we were not in

our house, but all the sisters were accommodated in the house
of an uncle of ours, who had two sisters, both good, and also a
niece. We all loved each other as mothers and sisters.
The uncle was very extravagant and nobody dared to say
anything to him. I, who was the most daring, seemed to have
no fear, but the truth is that I feared him. It was good that,
when I did something, he did not say anything. Prevailing this,
I abused a lot of things, but I took good care of telling
someone.

My older sisters had already entered the convent, which made

me very uneasy and I could not find peace. What made me cry
was not so much the departure of them as the fear that for me
there was no hope of becoming a nun. Nevertheless, he
entrusted me to the Lord; but every time I saw that the doors
were closing more.

I knew that our father had written to the uncle that I should be
content in everything, but that no one should mention the nuns
to me. They did so; but I was aware of everything.

I will gladly leave home, property, father, sisters and

everything. Your honor give license and faculty to whom has
the responsibility of our things so that as soon as possible try to
take me to the convent. I do not add more. Let this be the first
and last letter that I write to you, and I confirm myself forever,
until that hour arrives for me so desired. Prostrate at the feet of
the Crucified One, I ask for the blessing of him and your
Lordship, greeting him from the heart. Very loving and
obedient daughter, "Orsola Giuliani". Prostrate at the feet of the
Crucified One, I ask for the blessing of him and your Lordship,
greeting him from the heart. Very loving and obedient
daughter, "Orsola Giuliani". Prostrate at the feet of the
Crucified One, I ask for the blessing of him and your Lordship,
greeting him from the heart. Very loving and obedient
daughter, "Orsola Giuliani".

It seems to me that there were other things in that letter, but

now I do not remember them. I know I sent it secretly. It did
not take long for my father to authorize me to become a nun,
not because I liked him, but because he pleased me.

I, news of that letter, constantly warred my uncle and who took

care of our house, but they ignored me, claiming that I was not
old enough to go to the convent.

I was in great affliction and melancholy, to the point that I was

afraid some illness would come, as it did. I offered to God all
that suffering, and everything seemed to me little. I did not
vent to anyone; He had everything for me.

Finally, seeing that nothing was relieving me if it was not the

reason of nuns, they brought two licenses for me to choose the
monastery I preferred. As soon as the two licenses arrived, I
got out of bed, and I did not have any bad.

ACCEPTED IN THE MONASTERY

One day came the canon Rossi, who was in charge of our
house, and said: "Two licenses have just arrived for you: one to
enter here, in the monastery where your sisters are, the other,
for Santa Clara de Sant'Angelo in Vado, where your aunt is,
choose where you want to go. "

I replied: "As long as I become a nun, it gives me the same, I'll

go where they want me to go, Oh, how happy I am, but let it
not be in words, we must get to the facts as soon as possible.

He told me to be calm, that everything would be done as soon

as possible. The next morning I went to the confessor all happy
and told him everything, saying: "I feel really happy, but it
would be much more if I could enter a convent of greater
narrowness". It seems to me that he answered me: "Be content
with this, the convents of greater narrowness are not for you".

When our confessor left the church, when he finished

confessing, he met the archpriest man, who told him that the
capuchins of Città di Castello had written him begging him to
look for a young girl. And he said to the confessor: "I had
thought of one, but I fear that I can not resist such a rigid life: it
is about Ursula Giuliani."

The confessor replied: "Just now you have just told me that you
are very happy to have received two licenses to become a nun,
she will gladly go anywhere, but you would be much more
pleased to enter a convent of greater narrowness.

I did not know anything about it then; but I saw that both the
confessor and the archpriest gentleman tried to examine me on
that point; I remained firm in my desire. Finally they told me
everything and they advised me to treat him with my uncle. I
was worried, because he was a man you could not talk to like
that. I beat myself When he heard that he wanted to make me a
nun in the monastery of the nasturtiums, he got angry and said:
"That, never, because I am sure that they will not receive you,
that is not for you".

It was not possible to make him reconsider. I had the confessor

and other people speak to him. Finally he agreed to be taken to
the Virgin of Belvedere. With such occasion I would go to see
the nasturtiums; In case of not achieving my intention, I would
accede to what they wanted.

This was done. But before the time came I had many troubles. I
do not know how I was doing so as not to be sorry for
anything. He was sure he would get the grace.

When I presented myself here in the monastery, I expressed my

wish, and all the nuns, with much charity, congratulated me. I
thought I sensed that they would have accepted me. I felt so
happy that I can not express it with the pen. All obstinately put
before me the austerities and rough edges of religious life.
They did not care; the more they told me, the less afraid I was.
I only remember that I said to the Superior: "I do not know
why: every time I feel more desirous of coming here with you,
these things that they are telling me do not make me afraid,
rather they give me courage, and I think that With the grace of
God, I will be able to resist everything. "

The nuns were already in agreement and they gave me good

words. The difficulty was that the prelate remained firm in not
allowing any clothing for a certain time; I had not even wanted
to follow up on the memorial of a young woman from this city;
much harder would show to give permission to a stranger as I
was.

I was embarrassed, and I did not know how to proceed. I said

jokingly: "If I could talk to him, I think he would get the
grace." The nuns told me: "That will be impossible, because he
is wrong, he can not leave the house".

While talking like this, our uncle arrives with other people and
tells me that the prelate wants to hear me before my departure;
but, not being able to leave the palace, he has given orders to
take me there. I was happy, but I was worried, because I did
not know how to talk to her. The Superior called me aside,
without anyone hearing her, and said: "Would you have the
courage to get on your knees before the prelate and ask him for
the grace that we can accept you before your departure?"

I thought that the Superior was not serious, but that she was
telling me to see if I was obedient. I replied: "I will do
everything as you send me." Going on the way I felt a great
shock. I did not think I could do it, I felt cowardly; but, on the
other hand, I was willing to do this, and much more in order to
obtain grace.

As soon as we arrived at the prelate, he said: "He is too young

to take such a rigid life." He began to examine me. I answered
everything with resolute spirit and I told him that I expected in
God that I could face everything. He asked me if I could read; I
replied that something I knew and that I would do my best to
learn. He wanted to hear how he read. He brought a breviary.
Oh my God, what anguish! In spite of everything, I tried to
read, and I read well. So the prelate, like the others who were
present, said that the reading could happen.

But our uncle, who knew very well that I could not read, said:
"This is a miracle of his divine Majesty: I can not explain how,
not knowing how to just spell, now I hear that he reads
perfectly". The prelate gave me good words, telling me to be
calm, that I would keep the post for when I was older. With
this we said goodbye.

The prelate sent all those people ahead and he followed me

through two or three rooms. I had him by the scapular; in this I
knelt before him and said: "Monseigneur, a grace". He replied:
"Speak." I said: "For God's sake, make me accept for the nuns,
then I'll wait as long as I want."

He granted me no more grace: at that very moment he had the

memorial drawn up and given him a course. I went back to the
monastery outside of me for contentment. I was accepted at
once (it was July 17, 1677). At that moment I experienced
something that I do not know how to explain and I seem to
remember that God gave me particular light on the grace he
granted me by taking me for his wife. When the confessor tied
me with the cord, it seemed to me that I was represented to the
living how he was in the place and acting in person of the Lord
himself in that function.

I remember now that I thought I was going out of myself

because of the joy I felt, but there was no lack of struggle by
humanity. I did not pay any attention, and I seemed to feel
Jesus beside me, who was saying to me: "I've got you tied up!"
I could not say anything other than: "Oh my Jesus! Oh my
Jesus!" It did not fit in me when thinking of such a great grace.
Then we started back to the homeland. I did not see the way; I
was outside of me. When they saw me the cord, everyone was
surprised. There was no one who cried in disgust, and they
said: "It is impossible for you to live that life". I answered: "Be
calm, God will help me."

SECOND PART
LIFE IN THE CONVENT
THE VESTITION

Úrsula took the habit in the nasturtium convent of Città di

Castello on
October 28, 1677, at 17 years old. She was a jovial girl and she
knew how to animate the diversions. He alternated with ease
with the youth of his social circle and was cheerful, friendly
and good-looking.

Veronica wrote: During the time I was admitted, which was

three months -I think more than less-, I experienced several
times in communion certain recollections: God made me feel
and urged me to leave everything, to love him with all my heart
and give me totally to his holy love. Oh, what cravings! Oh,
what desires came to me! He tried to hide everything from
others; I did not want anyone to know what was happening in
me. At the same time I was experiencing many and great
struggles: the world, the devil and the flesh each fought for me
on their own part, but I was able to overcome everything with
holy peace.
Those young people I've talked about before, did all they could
to get me to desist from my resolution, and they served as a
great temptation until the last day I left home.

The farewell of my father's house and my dear sisters, whom I

loved so much, became very sensitive to me; but there was
something in me that helped me overcome everything with
courage. I remember that our confessor and Mr. Canon Rossi
accompanied me for a good part of the way, and I felt so happy
that I can not express it with my pen. One of them, I believe
was my confessor, told me: "Tell me: is this joy, is it true or
feigned?" I replied: "I assure you that it is true, I feel that I am
full of joy".

These two priests accompanied me on either side of the horse I

was riding. I made him walk slowly because of the pleasure
that the company of those servants of God gave me. They
helped me a lot. He felt from time to time that humanity made
its appearance; she also wanted to have her part; but he could
not find space for his attempt.

When these priests took leave, many struggles came over me

during the rest of the trip; but I did not falter in the least. I
stayed out four days and had to endure many temptations. I
could not wait to enter the monastery; I thought that everything
inside would have stopped. I did not want to go anywhere;
everything I saw made me nauseous; I found nothing in taste.

The day I had to be my dress suffered new struggles; at the

very moment when I was in the church to wear the nasturtium
habit, there was a group of gentlemen outside the gate of our
church, while I was inside the presbytery, and I heard them
saying: "Madam wife, you are still on time, if you want to say
no, you're still on time. "

And they repeated it several times. It was a real temptation;

but, full of courage, I turned and said: "I've thought about it
well, what I feel is not having done it many years before." I
started to get rid of all the jewelry and ornaments I was
wearing. The ladies and ladies who were with me would not let
me. I told them: "I do not want to take the cross with these
frivolities on top of me.

I did it like that. While I was stripping myself of such

ornaments I tried to keep my mind fixed on God and make the
offering of myself to the Lord.

THE FIRST NIGHT IN THE CONVENT

I seemed suddenly to experience something that I could not say

if it was recollection or rapture; I only know that it took me out
of the senses. I did not know what it was. In the same act it
seems to me that I had a vision of our Lord, who took me with
me by the hand. I heard a harmony of sones and angelic songs.
Actually I seemed to be in paradise.

I remember seeing a great variety of things before me; they all

looked like delights of paradise. I saw a crowd of saints and
saints; I think I have seen the Holy Virgin too. I remember that
the Lord was celebrating and saying to all: "This is ours!" And
then, addressing me, he said: "Tell me, what do you want?" I
asked for the grace to love him; and he in that moment, it
seems to me that he communicated his love to me.

It seems to me that the Lord, at that moment, reminded me of

everything he had done and worked on me; He also brought to
my memory all the agreements he had made before him and
with him. At the same time everything was renewed, new
covenants were made, and he promised me great things if I was
faithful to him. It seems to me that he gave me the kiss of
peace.

I came back to myself, and I thought I saw a great light in our

cell; but then it disappeared. I found myself, without knowing
how, kneeling in front of the crucifix of the cell. I knew that I
had gone to bed and that, because of the happiness I felt, I did
not find rest. He said only: "Lord, what a great grace it is to
have given me this habit!"

I kissed the habit and the walls, and I felt something inside me.
But he did not reflect on it; I thought that everyone would have
tried something similar to what I tried. I spent the whole night
without going to bed. I went to the Matins. Even though I could
not read, I joined the others in prayer, and I felt so happy that it
did not fit in me.

Now I remember that, since I had that vision, for a long time I
seemed to feel the Lord at my side as if I were a person. From
time to time I heard him saying to me: "It's me, do not fear!"

This one word did me so much good! I felt a fervor and

longing to love God in all truth, but then I did not take it into
account or pay attention to anything. I thought that all this is
always the case when one becomes a nun and that all those
who leave the world experience the same thing.

Every time he went to Communion he experienced great

contentment; I think that, sometimes, there were also
gatherings and ramblings; and I felt that the Lord kindled me
more and more, communicating to me the desire to resolve
once and for all to truly love him.

He often gave me certain touches in the heart, which woke me

up and made me know what the things of this life are. From
here I learned that there was no other good outside of God.

Sometimes I had the desire that everyone should love the

Highest Good; but I wanted to pass everyone in love. I
remember that sometimes I cried a lot for this reason. My
mother teacher came to the cell and said: "What's wrong?" I
answered: "I am afraid that the other novices will love the Lord
more than I. I am happy that they do it, but I would like to do
the same." She told me: "Do it, yes, my wish is that everyone
do it". And it did not add anything else.

NOVITIATE

Soon the fight was unleashed. The tempter made me feel such a
strong aversion towards the mother teacher and the confessor
that I did not trust either one or the other. I did not trust the
sisters either, although I could not speak, since during the year
of novitiate we do not talk to anyone. The same thing happened
to me with the superior. I understood that it was temptation; I
tried to beat myself as soon as I could, and sometimes I said
something. I thought that, between us, once we said something,
we would not talk about it anymore; but one day he had
referred a temptation to the superior; Then I could hear how
she told one of the sisters. From that moment I proposed not to
say anything to anyone. I did it like that.

There were many temptations, but this silence kept dominating

me more than any other. Not only did she not say anything to
the superior or the teacher, but she did not even say anything to
the confessor. I spent three months without confessing. He said
some defect or some fault, but of worries and temptations he
did not say a word, and he fought day and night. I did not
commit any faults so I would not have to confess. Sometimes
the confessor said to me: "But do not you have any fault?" I
answered: "Father, what do you want us to commit, if we are
always silent and retired, or rather, incarcerated?"

He gave me the blessing of all the defects and I left; But how,
God and I knew it! Oh, how much I had to suffer for this
cause! The tempter tempted me more and more on this point of
silence with the confessor. I do not know how to explain
myself. The confessor, with much charity, sometimes called
me, asked me many questions, but I did not discover anything.
Each time I felt a greater aversion towards him.
One morning, after Communion, it seemed to me that the Lord
reproached me precisely on this point. In that same moment, I
remember now, I made the intention of saying everything to
the confessor. I did it like that; he used me with great charity
then and always, while he was a confessor. But I had a great
repugnance, and he knew it. He forced me to beat me, and I
knew he was good for me.

From the beginning 'of the novitiate to the end, and even
afterwards, there was a novice who began to meddle with me,
and I with her. A few days passed without there being any
encounter between us. She had on her side the superior, to
whom she told everything. Mortification began in public
refectory; I imagined where they came from, but did not say
anything. My sensitivity, however, resented vividly and stirred.
I was thinking about the passion of the Lord, and I said to
myself: "Veronica, remember that you have come here to
suffer, therefore, to be still!"

I understood that sensitivity took more than it had, and I

wanted to vent it in some way; but with the help of God he
managed to dominate her. He tried not to prove anything, and
did the opposite of what humanity and feeling wanted.

After the meal, we all returned to the novitiate. I felt my

stomach churning at the violence I had to do; but he did not say
anything. It seemed to me that the Superior always took her
with me. I did not dare to speak; and it is not that he did it by
virtue, but that he was always afraid of receiving some other
penance.
Sometimes I did something that I knew was to please the
Superior and the novice; but this spirit of mine lasted little,
because then something arose among us. This was manifest to
the whole community, because we heard ourselves shouting
loudly. I did not take it as much with the novice as with the
Superior. I could not say a single word; sometimes I wanted to
say something: I knelt in front of the novice and told her that,
when she was angry with me, I would come to a secluded
place, so as not to be heard, and tell me what I wanted, that I
would not have spoken to no one. It seemed to me that it was
just to do so; but she got even more angry against me; and I
think I did it because I did not do it with the necessary
humility. I did this many times, precisely to overcome, because
I felt more and more alive humanity and feeling.

In the meantime, I did not know how to behave. Outwardly I

gave no sign of my resentment; everything was hidden, not by
virtue, because I did not practice it, but only for fear of
incurring new mortifications, as it happened to me. It was
enough for me to say a word so that the next morning I would
be reprimanded, in the presence of all, of what I had said and
done. This bothered me; I saw that he could not even talk about
things in which he had a bit of reason. Unless it seemed to me,
since in all my life I have been the enemy of mortifications,
always contriving to avoid them as soon as I was on my side.
But this also caused me sorrow, because I seemed to feel
impelled inwardly to support everything for the love of God;
this contained me, so that I would not utter a word in my
defense.
But sometimes there was such an impulse of anger, that
suddenly he said or answered something. I do not remember,
however, that humanity has achieved its intent in these
answers, because, as soon as I had said a few words, I felt
remorse and it seemed to me that I was missing out on such a
good occasion to be able to deserve and please God. Oh my
Jesus, and how he did it! It was a suffering. I do not know what
was happening to me: she looked stunned. I wanted to suffer, I
prayed to the Lord, but when those encounters came, it came
down to me.

I spent all year of the novitiate thus; and then things followed
the same with that sister. But I suppose it all came from me; I
just can not explain how it happened. I seem to remember that
in my interior I always felt a certain peace, and I do not
remember ever having any feeling of revenge against her. All
my desire was to make him acts of charity.

In the same way, whenever I have had one that has been shown
to me to be contrary, I do not remember knowingly having
made an indifference to it. All these things demanded of me
charity and humility. Not being able to do anything else, I was
going to pray for those. In spite of the fact that humanity felt all
that alive, it made it so that it did not achieve another
advantage than mortification and denial. Very often I asked the
Lord to make me walk on the path of contempt and suffering.
Since the first year of the novitiate I have begged the Lord to
always have me a subject in the convent.

PROBLEMS
I felt like the indiscreet Mother Abbess; the master Mother,
unable, and as for the nuns, did not agree with any. But it was
only my apprehensions; I knew that everything came from me.
It is not that I did not find all these sisters, including the
Superior, full of charity; but to me it seemed the opposite. My
only relief was when I went to church, especially in the prayer
of the Divine Office; but also here I was distressed, since I
could not read (Latin). However, I liked to hear it. Many times
the Superior told me not to go to the choir, because I was
worried that getting up so frequently would hurt me; I did not
dare to reply, but as soon as I heard the chant, I would sneak
out of the door of the choir, and there I would be until the
Office was finished.

I seem to remember that I was also inclined to charity with my

neighbor. In spite of being so small and young, I began to do
works superior to my strength. When I thought I had to do
everything for God's sake, there was nothing that made it
impossible for me. But I always felt a certain repugnance of the
lower part; only by thinking about the motivation, which was
none other than the love of God, did he find the strength to
overcome everything. Sometimes I simply said to myself:
"Veronica, what are you thinking about? Do not you know that
you have come to serve and not be served? But, apparently,
you want to campaign for your respects. Either change your
life or change your habit!

All this produced a certain effect on me, but it was of little

benefit, because I have always been a bit daft. Even so, these
reprimands that I did to myself produced their effect for some
time, but then I began to feel disgust again. I was in that way
for a long time, never showing anything to anyone.

Usually I spent the night in pure tears, but I do not know why I
cried. It seems to me that thinking about the offenses that were
done to God, and also thinking about the most holy passion,
moved me to tears; but I do not remember well the cause of so
frequent crying. I seem to remember that, when I heard that
there was some stubborn sinner who did not want to convert to
God, I felt so sorry that I did not rest either day or night, and
said to the Lord from my heart: "My God, here you have me,
ready to any suffering, provided that all who offend you are
converted to you. "

He did many penances to this end and said while he beat me:
"Lord, I will not stop beating while these souls are not
converted to You". I spent whole hours in this exercise. Each
time I was more anxious to suffer for the conversion of souls.

Sometimes, when I went to bed, I heard a sensitive voice

telling me: "It is not a time of rest, but of suffering". Suddenly I
was up and kneeling in front of the crucifix. He said to him:
"My God, I ask souls, these wounds be voices for me, say to
me: O souls redeemed with the blood of Jesus, come to these
fountains of love! I call you, these holy wounds are voice for
me: come all, come all! " .

RELIGIOUS PROFESSION
 He made his profession of vows on November 1, 1678 and
afterwards he spent another three years in the novitiate
environment under the direction of the novice mistress
according to the custom of the monastery.

Jesus made him renew the profession several times. He tells

us: I had a rapture (Ecstasy) and my guardian angel warned me
that I should renew the holy profession and that obedience
wanted me to do it in the hands of Jesus and Mary ... He
showed me two necklaces, not separated but two in one, and
my guardian angel told me to make the profession. When you
get to those words: "I vow and I promise God Almighty", I
could not go on, but I ended up I do not know how. In the face
of God's promise to give me eternal life, my soul experienced
something like paradise and this was through the blessing that
God gave me, absolving me and taking away all guilt from me.

I saw that the Blessed Virgin and my angel had the black veil
(of profession) and that Jesus blessed him. There was with
them a saint dressed as a priest who attended the function. My
angel told me that it was Saint Philip Neri, who was in the
place of my confessor; that the Blessed Virgin was like a
mother, the saints as sisters and the saints and angels
represented the people ... Jesus renewed the betrothal and
confirmed the name of Veronica, adding "Veronica of Jesus
and Mary". The Virgin took me for a daughter, Jesus for a wife
and the saints as sisters. The Child Jesus had his hand on my
head and told me to call the veil of Jesus to the veil.

RENEWAL OF THE PROFESSION

 On one occasion the Blessed Virgin put a very white robe on
me and covered my head with a white veil too. They
accompanied the Virgin in this operation Saint Catherine of
Siena and Saint Rosa de Lima. The whiteness of the dress ran
in pairs with that of all the saints present; but in the one I had,
there were no ornaments or work. When all this was done, the
Blessed Virgin introduced me to her Son. When I arrived here,
I seemed to hear many sounds and songs of paradise; and I
noticed that they sang that verse: "Come, wife of Christ".

All the saints and saints replied: "Amen." The Lord took the
ring from his side and said: "I want to grant you the grace to
renew the betrothal." Saying this, put the ring on my finger;
and again they sang the antiphon: "Come, wife of Christ".

Then the Lord charged me to start saying the words of the

Profession; that he would inspire me all I should say. He took
my hands in his. The same as the Prelate does, when we
profess, the Lord did the same. His most holy wounds touched
the ones I had.

And again he urged me to say the words of Profession. So I

began, in the following way: "I vow, and I promise you, O
sweet Dulce, to the Blessed Virgin, to the Father Saint Francis,
to the Holy Mother Clara, to all the saints, to observe , for all
my life, the rule and life of the poor sisters of Santa Clara, and
also the rules that You have given me, O my Husband, living
obediently, poorly and chastely, observing the closure ordered
by the constitution of the Order .
The Lord answered: "And I say to you, if all this you fulfill, I
promise you eternal life." All the angels, the most blessed
Virgin and all the saints, answered: "Amen."

I can not relate what in this function I felt; I mean the

communications that the Lord, then, gave me. After this, the
Lord gave me his blessing and handed me over to the Blessed
Virgin, telling her that she herself would take me to give the
kiss of peace. He did so. First he took me to Mother Santa
Clara, who told me that he now recognized me for his
daughter. And I recommended all this Religion with these
sisters; and she told me to be calm; that now everything would
be renewed, through the wounds of Jesus, and that I should be
the guide of all; and he kissed me with a very tender affection.
He took all the rosaries on my arm, and gave them to the
Blessed Virgin, and she also accompanied me to all the saints
present, and they all gave me the kiss of peace,

THE CHILD JESUS IN HIS ADULT AGE

She herself refers: A few years ago on Christmas night, after

leaving the church the nuns, I went there next to the Nativity. I
thought I saw suddenly the Child in the manger, all shining and
like a living creature. I begged him, but with my heart, and I
took his hand. He moved and communicated some I do not
know what.

At last I felt like crazy and in that moment I gave him many
things, already of love and of offering, already of supplication.
I took him in my arms and held him close to my chest, begging
him to deign to take my heart in which I felt something new. I
had my head resting on his and he did not speak with his
tongue, but I felt that my soul was completely united with him,
with his love. It seemed to me that he changed into another.

He gave me a rapture, in which I seemed to find myself in a

spacious and large place. I heard sounds and chants, but I saw
nothing. Only my guardian angel, showed me with his finger a
great light in the distance, that came towards me. In a moment I
saw many saints and saints come, all of whom formed a circle
around a throne that was there in the middle of that place.

And again he heard songs and sounds in the air; but nothing I
saw. Oh God! It seemed that these songs were angels and the
sounds of paradise. They filled my heart, and each time I saw
that light coming closer. Suddenly the Blessed Virgin
appeared, carrying in her arms the Child Jesus, who seemed to
me to be the same one I had often seen. The Blessed Virgin
told me if I wanted him in my arms, and I had him in a way
that seemed to offer him to me. I longed to take it; but he
recognized me so unworthy that I did not dare approach him.
And in the meantime, I felt such longing and desire, that I
could not take it anymore. It seemed that the heart called him;
and he was in the attitude of wanting to come. Suddenly my
guardian angel took me there and Jesus said to me: "What do
you want?" I answered, I do not know how: "I love you, my
highest good".

On February 22, 1697, I thought I saw the Child Jesus, who

gave me a kiss of peace, confirming me as his wife.
On February 24, 1697, in the morning, in communion, I had
the vision of the Child Jesus, who approached me and, as if in
an attitude of embracing me, gave me the kiss of peace. And
with that kiss he confirmed me the betrothal and everything
that had worked in my soul. The same thing happened on the
25th and many other days. The Infant Jesus appeared almost
every day he received communion and gave him a kiss of love
and confirmed her as his wife.

Many times seeing the Child Jesus made me feel one of those
touches of the heart, that made me understand that he was the
husband of my soul, but with those sudden escapes it seemed
that I was dying of grief. Sometimes I think it takes my heart. It
is useless for me to call him with many names and titles:
nothing stops him. Sometimes I have time to say to him: "My
Jesus, do you want to marry me already? Why do not you stay?
My beloved husband, do not make the fugitive, stay with me." I
have experienced that sometimes, speaking to him like that, he
stays a little longer, but it happens a few times.

On the morning of January 27, 1703, while my confessor

celebrated the Mass, the Baby Jesus took my heart away and it
seemed to me that I had it on the altar as the past times. Before
beginning the Mass, it seemed to me that my guardian angel
had warned me on behalf of my confessor to prepare me for
communion. During the Mass, twice; It has made me
understand the same. And while the priest was in communion,
my angel told me again: "Now he must also give you
communion". I have seen Jesus sacramentally in the hands of
my guardian angel, who has told me the precise words that are
spoken in communion, and upon receiving the most sacred
host, I have experienced in myself the same effects of
sacramental communion.

One afternoon the Baby Jesus appeared to me and he showed

me a thorny path; and he ran through those thorns calling me
too. In an instant he was at the end of the road and made me
understand that I still should not walk for him, but that soon I
would have to go through it, not to fear, because he would
come with me. With how much pleasure I would have
embraced that beautiful Child who drew my heart to Himself.

One Christmas, standing before the Baby Jesus in the manger, I

begged him to grant some grace to my soul and I asked his
heart for his love. Suddenly, it seemed to me to be like outside
of me; The Child Jesus was represented to me and he said:
"What do you want?" I answered: "To You, My Great Good!"
And it seemed to me that he replied: "What do you ask?" I
replied in turn: "Your love!" And he replied again: "What do
you want to do with my love?" I said: "Love who loves me so
much, who are you!".

At the same time he granted me everything I expressed; but I

did not understand anything. I felt in my heart like a burning
flame; all my longing was to love God. Even after returning to
my senses, I was left with some I do not know what; I seemed
unable to find peace. Wherever I went, wherever I was, no
matter what I did, the Baby Jesus was as alive in my mind as I
had seen it.

Of all this I did not talk to anyone, not even to the confessor; I
tried to do what was on my side and looked for opportunities to
suffer. In spite of this, when sometimes something happened, I
felt it alive, since in me there was no shadow of virtue, but I
was all sensitivity and, being of natural anger, I had to deal
with them many times with this humanity mine. It is true that,
when he committed some fault, he had such pain and pain, that
he was very careful not to fall again.

Sometimes, while I occupied myself in the tasks of the

convent, like carrying water and wood, sweeping and similar
things, I felt powerless to do it; in spite of which, being those
tasks of the novices, I would do everything, and said within
me: "My Jesus, come with me, so everything will be easy for
me".

He said it without thinking; but, sometimes, I would suddenly

see him beside me, and then disappear. It left me with such
vigor, that I not only did all the work, but that I would have
done even more.

After a long time of being in the Order, I was thinking of a

painting (of my childhood, of Mary with the Child Jesus) and
who would have gone to stop because I would ask it to return
to my hands. Many times I thought about him, and he told the
sisters, to whom he expressed how much he wished that he
could have a certain painting that he had at home. They said:
"Send it to look for it and I would answer:" Who, if nobody
has? "

He entrusted me one day to the Blessed Virgin, asking him the

grace to return to me; and I seemed to hear intimately from my
heart: "It's quiet that I'll come." I do not know how it was. One
day there was some alms, and among other things came a
wrapper, which was not seen what it was because it was very
well tied. I heard in the depths of my soul that Mary most holy
told me: "I have come." I took that wrapper, and said with joy:
"Here is the image that I want so much." The sisters started
laughing at me. The package was opened and there it was. I
thought I was crazy with joy, and I would have liked to have
her in the cell, but it was not granted to me. They assigned it to
the novitiate, although they gave it to me for the first night,
during which Mary most holy renewed in me all the graces she
had given me as a little girl, that is, she put her little son in my
arms, embraced me more than once and gave me her purest
milk. Very often he visited her after she had been placed in the
novitiate; but, for not causing strangeness, do it at night.

Many times the divine Child came down from the arms of his
most holy Mother, coming to embrace me, as children do; but
instantly he turned to the arms of Mary Most Holy.

Now I have remembered that once I took off the corals that I
was wearing around my neck, and I told Jesus that if He came,
I would give them to Him. And it seems to me that Mary Most
Holy and Jesus went down there to the ground, where I was,
and taking Jesus the corals, he put them around his neck, which
caused me great happiness. I thought he would give them back
to me; but he was quiet and he liked them. I did not know how
to do it, because I loved them; and after a while I asked them.
Take them from the neck laughing, and gave them to the
Blessed Virgin, who gave them back to me, giving me a loving
kiss, and so did Jesus. These simplicities of mine were repeated
many times with the image of Canon Carsidoni.

This most holy image is printed in such a way in my mind, that

I always seem to be seeing it the way it was shown to me when
I was little. Give me warnings as a loving mother; and among
others he told me one day: "Child, my Son loves you so much,
prepare yourself to be your husband". And I decided not to
want another husband more than him; and from that day there
remained in my heart great love and longing for Jesus. After
having made this pact with him, I went to see him more
frequently. Everything that they gave me beautiful and good, I
was going to show it to Jesus. He told me one day: "I love you
very much, try not to put your love on another, but be
everything for me". And I answered: "Dear Jesus, I love you so
much! Show me the way I should behave." And addressing the
Blessed Virgin said: "Be guided by You is our beloved
daughter."

Once again, finding myself enraged with the Child, because he

had not wanted to come with me to make altar-pieces, I went,
but I no longer invited him. I made her angry with him, and I
did not want to invite him anymore. He told me: "Why do not
you call me?" And I sullen. The Blessed Virgin told me:
"Daughter, this my Son wants to go to you". The Child came to
my arms, as if flying, and I was all happy to take it with me;
Addressing Mary Most Holy, I said: "Do not think to see him
again". I had barely said this when, from a flight, the divine
Child returned to the arms of his most holy Mother.
This morning, when I had the news of holy communion, my
heart has jumped for joy. When I had received communion, a
recollection (ecstasy) suddenly occurred to me with the vision
of the Child Jesus, who said to me: "Courage, this morning I
want to make you rest a little on my Heart.

After the communion I saw the Child Jesus ... The Lord took a
rosary that I had in my hand. I kissed him and then I showed
him to the Virgin. Suddenly I saw many saints, particularly
Father Saint Francis, Saint Philip Neri and Saint Dominic. All
these saints enjoyed a lot with what the Lord did with me. In
this the Lord put the rosary back on my arm and I said: "My
husband, I would like this rosary to be placed also in the hands
of the Blessed Virgin and of all these saints and particularly of
these three that you make me know " He assured me that he
would please me in this ... And he gave me the kiss of peace.

Again Jesus took the rosary that I was wearing around my neck
and gave it to the Blessed Virgin and she handed it to St. Philip
Neri, who with the same rosary touched the feet of the Child
Jesus. Finally said saint handed it to Jesus and the Lord put it
back on my neck.

In the Christmas of 1702, when making the procession with the

"Child", the Mother gave me the Child to take it. Immediately
said Child became a child of palpable flesh and so hot that,
when I carried it, my hands burned and I felt my heart swell. It
seemed to me that, upon entering the sisters' cell, the Child was
transformed. As soon as I saw him, he was completely happy
and disgusted. I saw him happy in eight cells, in the others he
was disgusted. From time to time her face would become
inflamed, which the sisters also noticed. When he took him to
the infirmary, he was more disturbed than in all other places
and it seemed that he went there as if by force. When he
brought him back to the manger, he again became as he is now.

On February 28, 1703 the procession of the "Child" was made

in the manger for the present needs of earthquakes. While I was
carrying him, this Child was transformed three times into a
child of flesh and seemed to want to hug me and I was crazy
about his divine love ... The Holy Child had so much fire that,
when he was taken away, he burned my hands.

Today 25-XII-1703, while the procession has been done with

the Saint Child, in an instant it has been transformed,
remaining very beautiful and cheerful. Upon entering our cell, I
suddenly seemed to see him with a cross on his shoulders, and
it was so obvious that it caused me a little pain. I understood
that a new ailment would soon come; and I accepted
everything. At this moment I saw him so happy, that also made
me go crazy with joy.

When I took him to Sister L.'s cell, it seemed that he did not
want to go there. I entrusted him with that soul; I offered
myself to sorrows and torments, so that she would become all
of him; and it seems to me that I have had at that moment a
certain hope that this creature will be amended with time. At
this point the divine Child was beautiful as before.

In Sister V.'s and Sister M.'s cell, it seemed to me that she was
a bit melancholy; but suddenly it became beautiful, and it has
remained with this beauty, until it was in the holy manger. I do
not know; whenever I went to visit him I found him almost
always so cheerful that he looked like flesh.

On December 22, 1705 the annual procession of the Child of

the manger was made. It seemed to me that when he took it, he
suddenly became a child of flesh. When driving it through all
the cells it took several mutations. The first was that of Sr. C. I
prayed that Jesus would make this sister become a true
observant of the Rule. I had a hand at the feet of the Child and
at that moment I felt as if he had pushed me with his little feet.
His face changed, but then it was as before.

The second was that of Sister SC. Upon entering it seemed to

me that Jesus was so pale of face that I was terrified and felt
that with his little feet he pushed my hand to not enter this cell.
All this caused me great pain in my interior. I prayed to the
Child who wanted to soften the heart of this sister. The third
was that of Sr. D. The Holy Child transformed his face and he
became pale here as well. All this moved me to tears, but I held
back as much as I could. When leaving this cell the Child
remained beautiful as usual.

The fourth was that of Sr. D. Here, too, the Child was
transformed; but not so much. I understood that the sister made
her own secular gifts and not according to the Rule. The fifth
was that of Sister G. Here the divine Child became so heavy
that he thought he could not take it anymore. There was no way
he could place it on the altar. It seemed to me that the sister
was the owner and provided herself with superfluous things for
herself and for the others. In the sixth cell he did not transform,
but he made me understand that this sister had a will of his
own. And I said to her: "Offer an offering to Jesus from your
heart and your will, change your life, if you want to love
Jesus".

In the seventh the divine Child became beautiful with colors on

his face and full of joy. In cell eight I was meaningless. The
Child of sculpture transformed into tangible flesh and told me
in my heart: "This wife of mine is of my taste, make her keep it
with purity and simplicity".

In cell nine he entered full of joy. In cell ten he made no

transformation. I just seemed to understand that I should help
that soul. In cell eleven he became more red and full of joy. In
cell twelve it remained very beautiful.

In the thirteenth cell the Child was willingly and I thought that
full of joy he gave me a loving look. In cell fourteen he was
more red than ever. In cell fifteen, my cell, he snatched my
senses and made me know how much he loved my soul. He
gave me a loving kiss. In cell sixteen it seemed to me that it
was filled with joy. In the seventeen he was full of happiness
and did not make any mutation. In cell eighteen he became
palpable and it seemed to me that with his little feet he was
straining against my hand that had him as if he had not wanted
to enter that cell. In the nineteenth he became all red and
happy. In the twentieth I found everything disturbed and so
pale that it caused me great sorrow. In cell twenty-one he was
beautiful and red as always.

In 1709 or 1710, Veronica was very sick in bed and was given
the anointing of the sick. The sisters brought him the image of
the Child Jesus. The Child took Veronica's hand and held a
finger firmly in view of all those present, so that none of them
could remove her finger from the image until the Child himself
clicked and released her. All were amazed.

On May 14, 1715, Jesús Niño with his caresses and his
teachings made me go crazy and in such a way I find that I can
not find a way to write the works he does in my soul.

Jesús Niño hugged my neck tightly and communicated to me

his divine love. He said to me: "My wife, I have taken you and
bound you and with ligatures of love I have you". One morning
during the Mass I had the vision of the Blessed Virgin with the
Child Jesus. Maria signaled that he would go there with her.
The Baby Jesus did the same. At that time I saw my guardian
angel who also told me to go where the Blessed Virgin was ...
The Virgin put the Child Jesus in my arms. What I experienced
at that moment I can not describe it.

We made a procession through the convent, carrying an image

of "María Niña". I corresponded to take it. La Niña has become
a living creature of flesh as other times it has happened to me
when carrying the Child from the manger. Maria gave me the
blessing and made me understand that this procession was of
her great pleasure.

Sr. Ursula Cevoli said: One year, on the day of the feast of the
Nativity of Mary, we made the procession with the image of
the Niña María that we had in a small basket. At the end of the
procession, in which Sister Veronica carried the image of
Mary, she placed it in the standing basket. The girl does not
have hands or feet, because she is swaddled like a little girl. He
placed her on her feet and, although she naturally could not
stand, she did. After Sister Veronica left, I and other religious
tried to put her back on her feet and the little image could not
be sustained.

SALVATION OF THE SOULS

On March 16, 1703, God confirmed the two offices, promising

me special graces for both, that is, the conversion of sinners
and the liberation of souls from purgatory. And in that very
moment God granted me the grace to have many souls freed
from purgatory. There were so many that only God could know
the number. It seemed to me that these souls were all those
who during his life were devoted to his most holy passion.

Jesus confirmed me several times as a mediator between him

and sinners. This is my first office that God has given me; the
second is to relieve the souls of purgatory.

Let's see a real example. There was a crazy nun in her convent
who had not led an orderly life, when she was healthy-minded.
Veronica asked the Superior to be able to assist her day and
night before dying. So he did 5 nights in a row. And she says: I
proposed to always assist her with prayer. I only sat a little
when I felt that nature could not take it anymore. From my
heart I asked God for the salvation of this soul and offered to
him any pain and torment to save that soul.
I found myself with great work, because I did not seem to be
able to obtain this complete grace. All my thinking was in this.
I continually prayed to God to grant me such grace, and I asked
for it with faith. The devil made more and more outrages and
boasted of having it already in his power; and I, with ardent
prayers, prayed to God, saying: "Lord, your most precious
blood, your infinite merits are the ones who will impetrate me
that grace, since this soul costs you an infinite price". She
prayed to the most holy humanity, that she should give herself
to obtain from his Eternal Father such grace.

One morning, after communion, I thought I understood very

clearly that grace would be granted to me, but that I would
prepare myself for great sufferings. I was totally content with
the divine will, and from my heart I would have accepted any
torment for the salvation of that soul. At each moment he said:
"My God, I am ready here for any sorrow, but save this soul, I
want this grace for the merits of your precious blood, yes, yes,
my God, I dare to ask for it totally, because I trust in your most
holy ones. merits. " He went with great faith and hoped to
obtain grace. Many times I seemed to understand that I would
get it, but at the cost of pain.

Twice the demon gave me many blows and told me that he had
to pay for it. One night, while watching over that sister, she
appeared in the form of a cat and wanted to get into that sick
woman's bed. I threw him out and he came up to me as if he
wanted to throw himself on me. I took holy water and made the
sign of the cross. I did not see it anymore by then.
Many times I saw bodily the demons around the bed, always
threatening to make me pay, all of which was good for me,
because with great demand I asked God for that soul. On the
last night, at the time of Matins, or shortly before, it seemed to
me that God would give me to understand that this sister had to
go through a serious battle and that she would not achieve
victory, if all of us together did not pray fervently for her. I
understood this and he gave me a great request to entrust it and
he did it for the others.

Around six o'clock in the evening, four demons came, gave her
many temptations, particularly telling her that there was no
remedy for her. They were there waiting to take the soul of it
with them. I remained with living faith that God would achieve
victory. Once again I offered myself to sorrows and torments
and said: "My God, this soul must be yours, yes, yes, your
blood, your merits, the Blessed Virgin will be mediators to
reach it." Again I thought I understood that grace would be
granted.

The demons were there with great fury and they tempted her in
various ways; but everything was not known to me. Only
occasionally, in some brief rapture, did he understand
something. At this point I saw that soul and I knew that the
demons had lost. They left with anger and let themselves feel
that there were many of them there. I knew that he lacked a
short time to expire. I asked the confessor father for permission
to visit the Blessed Sacrament.

While I was going, the demon appeared to me in the form of a

cat; He made ugly gestures and threw himself at me, as if he
wanted to tear me to pieces. I hit him hard with the cord,
looking like I was hitting a piece of iron. Again he wanted to
throw himself at my neck. And I gave it a good chord again.
He followed me to the door of the church and left me there;
and when he disappeared, he told me: "You have left with
yours, but you will pay for it". I visited the Blessed Sacrament
and with my heart I begged God to deign to strengthen that
soul, and to promptly remove it from that agony if it was his
will. I thought I understood that the devil had no more to do
with her; that I would return with it and that it would soon
expire. That's how it went.

That morning, after I had received communion, God made me

understand that this soul was in purgatory and with great
sorrows. Suddenly I was shown a very dark and very
frightening place, and I understood that there was that soul. I
returned to myself with great fear, thinking that it was hell, not
purgatory and I used prayer as much as I could.

In another rapture, I was shown again that place and saw in the
center of it something like a frightening animal. This vision
lasted very little time, immediately disappearing everything. I
understood that it was the same soul that was shown to me in
that way. I recovered my senses with such great fear and
trembling that it lasted a long time. I had great compassion for
the souls in purgatory. I did not believe what I had seen,
doubting things that were diabolical.

The next night I had this for two or three times, as if that soul
were telling me: "They are not devilish things, it is true that I
suffer, and if you understood my suffering, you would all die
of pain". It seems to me that this voice came from that place,
from which I saw something disappear like a shadow, all of
fire; and I came back to myself. For many days I always had
the same and was always confirmed by the same soul. One
night, among others, I was shown that place with more clarity.
I saw the place so full of torments, that I thought it was hell. I
can not explain it with the pen; It was something that caused
great fear and fright. I seemed to see many kinds of ways to
torment and all at the same time tormented many souls. I
seemed to see up there, in the air, many of these, tied with
something that I did not understand what it was. One among
others, I had more grief and this seemed to me to be that soul.
God wanted me to understand in all things the torments I
suffered and why I suffered them; that this would be grace for
me, to make me amend many things; that would also serve as a
teaching for the others; and that all this I would tell my
confessor, so that he would take advantage of it for himself and
for the souls he had under his direction. These things were
confirmed to me many times during the prayer, showing me
that place and in him said torments. All this made me direct
with all vigilance prayers to God for all the souls in purgatory,
especially for this, if necessary. so that he would amend me of
many things; that would also serve as a teaching for the others;
and that all this I would tell my confessor, so that he would
take advantage of it for himself and for the souls he had under
his direction. These things were confirmed to me many times
during the prayer, showing me that place and in him said
torments. All this made me direct with all vigilance prayers to
God for all the souls in purgatory, especially for this, if
necessary. so that he would amend me of many things; that
would also serve as a teaching for the others; and that all this I
would tell my confessor, so that he would take advantage of it
for himself and for the souls he had under his direction. These
things were confirmed to me many times during the prayer,
showing me that place and in him said torments. All this made
me direct with all vigilance prayers to God for all the souls in
purgatory, especially for this, if necessary.

Another example. Once, while I was in prayer, I found myself

outside of myself. I thought I saw a crowd of souls on the edge
of a precipice. Jesus told me: "These are entrusted to you: what
do you want?" I asked for the salvation of these souls; I said to
him from my heart: "My God, I hope that, by the merits of your
most holy passion, you will convert them all."

He told me that I would offer him some illness. Oh God! To

the point I had a great anxiety to suffer for the conversion of
those souls. In this I returned to myself, and during the whole
night I did nothing but penances. I experienced some I do not
know what, and I did not realize what I was doing.

The next night it seemed to me that the Lord was giving me to

understand that I would have obtained the grace, but that more
sorrows were needed. Oh God! I offered myself to everything
He wanted so that those souls would become Him.

That same year I was a nurse, and in the infirmary there was a
large crucifix. I had a great devotion; I went to visit him at
every moment and the devotion was increasing; I would never
have left him. Sometimes I began to reason with him and said
to him from my heart: "Lord, you have to grant me thanks, in a
particular way I ask for the conversion of sinners."
Being praying like that, once he unlocked the arm of the cross
and told me to approach his most holy side. Suddenly, I do not
know how it was, I found myself holding onto this crucifix,
while He told me: "What I do now with you I do so that you
can see how much I like your requests".

What I experienced at that moment I can not explain: I only

know that it left me a great desire to suffer and desire for the
conversion of souls, as well as a living memory of his most
holy passion. I would have liked to always be on his side, and
every time I remembered that fact, I was so impressed with the
pains and pains of his passion, that I could not contain my
tears.

Once again the Lord, from that crucifix, promised me that he

would make me feel the pains and pains of his passion; and I
seem to remember that I asked him constantly. Sometimes,
without being seen by anyone, he would go to his feet and say
to him: "My crucified husband, give me to feel the pains you
suffered for me, Crucify me also with you! Soon, soon!"

When I said this, the desire to suffer arose; It was a longing

that did not let me rest. I did all kinds of penances, but with
that I was more enlightened in the desire to suffer. I said to
myself: "It is necessary that sorrows be voices for new sorrows,
because I feel, my God, more and more anxious to suffer."

Other times, when God gave me light on the offenses that are
made to his divine Majesty, it seemed that my heart was torn
by pain. At the same time it ignited in such a way that I seemed
to carry fire inside and because of the vehemence of the pain I
was unable to breathe. I have experienced this frequently on the
occasion of the carnival and also during Holy Week. I seem to
have experienced it as well while considering the passion of
our Lord.

I remember that sometimes while working, I felt a sensitive

voice saying to me: "Come to me, come to me". I left the job, I
went to church a little and at the same time it was like outside
of me. I seemed to see the Lord, sometimes in one way, now in
another; that is, sometimes Jesus Child, sometimes resurrected,
sometimes with the sufferings of passion; and he told me to
entrust the state of many who were in his misfortune for the
many offenses they committed. I would have given my own
life and blood for the salvation of these and also so that the
Lord would not be offended.

Other times he made me understand that those people had

repented and converted to him. He often made me know who
they were so that I could entrust them more effectively ... I was
pleased to understand that the Lord was very pleased to be
begged for the conversion of sinners and offered me as an
intermediary between God and sinners.

Other times I remember that suddenly I felt like calling my

heart and at the same time I experienced the flame of a flame in
him. This made me crazy; he could do nothing but run from
one place to another and said: "My God, my love, scorch me,
consume me in the flames of your love."
One morning in Holy Communion, at the moment of
communion, God made me renew the covenants I made with
him and I promised from my heart not to want more than his
holy will and I accepted again the position that I have to be a
dividing between God and the sinners

She trusted in God and accepted the humiliations and

sufferings for the salvation of sinners and the liberation of the
souls in purgatory, which were the two main offices that Jesus
had entrusted to her. Even if some sister wanted to receive a
special affection from Veronica, it did not take more than to
give her some displeasure. She changed the displeasure giving
charity and kindness to the interested one.

THIRD PART
LOVE TO THE SAINTS, TO MARY AND JESUS

YOUR HOLY PREDILES

The Lord made me know some saints and they were Saint
Clare, Saint Teresa, Saint Catherine (of Siena), Saint Rosa de
Lima, Saint Agnes, Saint Mary Magdalene of Pazzis, the other
Magdalena, Apostle of Jesus; Santa Gertrudis and Santa
Cecilia.

One day in the morning, during Holy Communion, I had a

recollection and the Blessed Virgin appeared to me on a
magnificent throne accompanied by the two saints: Saint
Catherine of Siena and Saint Rosa de Lima.
On the day of the feast of St. Augustine in 1694, I had a vision
at night. It seemed to me that the Lord with a multitude of
angels and with this saint was sitting on a throne and with great
joy of all those blessed spirits invited me. Said saint, holding
the chalice in his hand, it seemed to me that he said: "This is a
precious gift." The chalice began to boil and pour everywhere,
at which time it seemed that some of those angels came with
golden glasses to collect the liquor that was pouring from the
chalice, then taking it before the throne of the Lord.

It seemed to me then to desire to know the reason of that

mystery, being declared that the liquor they were collecting in
those golden vessels were all the sufferings suffered until then
and that said angels picked them up in those golden vessels and
brought them before the throne of God to indicate to me how
precious it is to suffer and how much pleasure God gives
through them.

On October 4, 1694, feast of my seraphic father, Saint Francis,

I had a vision in the morning, in communion. I thought I saw
the saint sitting on a throne with many other saints of the same
Order, all dressed in a very clear light, without being able to
see how the garments appeared to me like so many suns.

The Virgin Mary recommended that in all my works I should

always call her to help me. He also gave me, for my help, the
two saints, St. Catherine of Siena and St. Rosa of Lima; and he
advised me to try to imitate his virtues, especially holy
humility.
One day, at the Mass, I understood that St. Philip Benicio and
Blessed Pelegrin with other saints, in particular St. Catherine
and St. Rosa, all prayed for the celebrant. When he was about
to receive communion, Mary ordered Blessed Pelegrin and St.
Philip Benicio to assist the priest; and one was placed on each
side.

Another day I saw a beautiful throne on which Jesus was

glorious with many saints and saints. Of only four of them I
had news of who they were. The first one seemed to me Saint
Francis, second Saint Augustine, third my Saint Paul and
fourth Saint Anthony of Padua.

On August 4, 1693, in the morning, I felt so dry in prayer that

I could not do anything ... I did not despair. I turned to the holy
guardian angels, who hastened to comfort me. I resorted to the
seraphim and cherubs ... I spent the whole day directing
myself, already to one saint and to another and then I tried to
call him by myself so that Jesus would return to my heart. It
did not come, but for me it was very comforting.

In his feast the Apostle St. Bartholomew was shown to me all

glorious, surrounded by splendors and with great
accompaniment of other saints, among whom I saw in
particular twelve who carried white crosses in their hands. It
seemed to me that the Lord made me understand that those
were the holy apostles, all of whom seemed to want to give me
that beautiful gift of the cross.

On one occasion, Veronica saw many saints and says: I

wanted to know who those saints were. And the Lord first
made me know the Father Saint Francis, my devotee Saint
Philip Neri, Saint Dominic, Saint Augustine, Saint Paul, Saint
Jerome, Saint Bonaventure, Saint Charles Borromeo, Saint
Bonaventure, Saint Bernardino of Siena, Saint Anthony of
Padua. .

Veronica was very devoted to St. Philip Neri, whom he called

"my grandfather" because he had a confessor from his
Congregation. His three patron saints were Saint Catherine of
Siena, Saint Teresa of Jesus and Saint Rosa of Lima. Other
saints of his particular devotion were St. Mary Magdalene of
Pazzis, St. Anthony of Padua, St. Bonaventure, St. Florid,
patron of Citta di Castello, John the Evangelist, St. Andrew the
Apostle, St. Francis Xavier, St. Ignatius of Loyola, St. James,
St. Pedro de Alcántara, Blessed Pelegrin, Saint Augustine,
Saint Bernardino of Siena, Saint Philip Neri, Saint Philip
Benicio, Saint John the Baptist and Blessed Juliana de
Cornillon. I always called Saint Paul my Saint Paul. And of
course he had a very special devotion to Saint Joseph and Saint
Francis and, Saint Clare as his spiritual parents.

He says: My soul received affectionate hugs from God, from

the Blessed Virgin and from that whole entourage of saints and
saints.

THE VIRGIN MARY

Throughout the Diary the Virgin Mary appears on almost

every page, just like Jesus and his guardian angel. Mary was
for her his beloved Mother and called her mother. It was his
refuge in the sad moments. When she felt lonely, because Jesus
did not appear to her, she went to her and gave her complaints.
When tempted by the devil, Mary or her angel defended her.
The only name of Jesus or Mary disappeared.

He said that she was Maria's daughter in pain. And when she
was an abbess, she gave him the command of the convent and
told everyone that Mary was the true abbess and that in the
chapter of guilt, they would be accused before her and invoked
in everything. Maria frequently gave him hugs and kisses like a
daughter. She tells us: Mary Most Holy suddenly gave me a
loving hug and, making me recline my head in her breast,
renewed in my soul a grace that I received as a child. My soul
experienced a union of will with the divine will, establishing an
indissoluble bond between her and God.

Holy Mary made me rest in her bosom, my soul participating in

something that she participated in his heart, when Jesus rested
in her bosom and held him in his arms.

One day the confessor father came to the convent and did not
feel strong enough to stand because of the strong pain of gout;
and I could not celebrate the mass. He ordered me to go to
Mary's feet to beg for the grace of being able to celebrate Mass.
Maria told me: "Tell the father to celebrate Mass, I will assist
him, otherwise I could not say it". The father was soon ready to
fulfill the obedience of Mary Most Holy. During the Mass I
seemed to know that Mary was next to the father and three
times she gave her blessing.

And she continues telling us: This morning in the communion

Maria gave me an affectionate hug, telling me that she would
be my beloved mother always and wanted to have me under
her protection. It seemed to me also to understand that in all
my works, I should always intend to unite my works to all that
she did and all her most holy merits; that I would use them,
when I wanted to obtain some grace; may he always ask for
thanks for the merits of Jesus and Mary; and that in everything
and for everything I leave the domain to her. I understood that
at that point I must do, in their own hands, a renunciation of
my will. I did this during this resignation. Mary most holy
accepted this act, with great joy, and again gave a loving hug to
this my soul. Jesus did the same.

Everything I experienced can not be said in words. With this

very affectionate demonstration of the Blessed Virgin, to this
my soul, it seems to me that there remained in me a special
love towards her. I seem to feel it continuously with me, who
teaches me in everything and reminds me of fidelity,
obedience, charity, humility and all virtues. Be all for glory
God! .

Veronica prayed the rosary every day. And write down: One
night the Lord took all the rosaries that were on a small altar.
He touched his holy wounds with them and then gave them to
the Virgin so that she could do with them what she wanted. She
blessed them and then placed them in the hands of my guardian
angel so that he could take them to the saints. They took them
in their hands and also gave them their blessing.

Another day Jesus took all the rosaries that I had in my hand
and gave them to the Virgin. I said: "Lord, my confessor gave
me these relics so that I also presented them to you". The Lord
took everything and gave it to the Virgin, telling her to give
them to the saints present.

On August 8, 1713, my confessor brought me an image

representing the Blessed Virgin (which I had in my house as a
child). When I saw her I thought I was crazy with joy. This
holy image so small granted me many and many thanks and
several times, when I was going to contemplate it, I saw the
Child who was coming towards me and I was preparing for
him whatever hand I could give him, like fruit flowers and
other trifles as a girl.

After being religious, one day after another, I had a burning

desire to see this image again, when I was called for the
moment and they gave me a package in which this holy image
was placed. I thought I died of joy. He held her in high esteem,
but he believed that he still did not appreciate her for what she
was worth. I would have placed it in a niche of gold and
precious stones, but this was not possible. I took her and took
her to my cell where I got her many and many thanks. He had
her in the cell with the holy obedience of the confessor. Finally
the father wanted it and deprived me of it.

When Veronica had difficulties, temptations or sufferings, she

went first to her husband Jesus, and also to the Virgin Mary,
her guardian angel and her favorite saints.
JESUS EUCHARIST

Jesus the Eucharist was the center and the love of his life. How
many hours was spent before Jesus sacramental! The moment
of communion was the moment of greatest union with Jesus
and usually remained in ecstasy, seeing Jesus Child or glorious
Jesus with the Virgin Mary and her angel.

Veronica recommended to her sisters by letter: During the day,

visit the Blessed Sacrament frequently. Make many spiritual
communions. Think how you can make Jesus happy and call
him many times in your heart.

He says: Jesus crucified once presented me and drew me to

himself as if he were a magnet. He unclasped an arm of the
cross and gave me a very strong hug. I can not explain what I
felt at that moment. I think I tasted all the liquor that came out
of the sore on his side.

She would have wanted to receive communion every day, but

the confessor did not give her permission for it and, instead of
the sacramental communions, the days that she could not
receive Jesus sacramentally, she did it spiritually.
On the days when there was sacramental communion for all,
Veronica went through the cells early to invite them to
communion and to prepare themselves worthily to receive it.

He tells us: Many times, when I was going to receive

communion, at the moment when the priest put the host in my
mouth, I seemed to take with it a furnace of fire that made me
go crazy without realizing what I was doing. I remember that
once I rang the bell and made many nonsense, and yet, none of
it I noticed.

In the elevation of the Most Holy, after the consecration of the

most divine sacrament, I saw the face of the priest as that of a
seraphim and the sacrosanct host looked like a shining sun.
His confessor Father Cappelletti, in his diary, writes: On
November 24, 1707 after communion; a fire so great of divine
love was kindled in his heart, that he began to shout very
loudly: "I embrace, you open me", he remained with his face
all lit. Everything (bed, pillows, room) seemed like fire.

The same Father Cappelleti notes: On November 29, 1707,

after receiving Communion, he felt vigor in his body and in his
spirit. The improvement of his sick body continued and the
Lord gave him a new knowledge of himself.

Communion was for her food for her body and for her soul.
This is what Jesus says: My flesh is true food and blood is real
drink (Jn 6, 55).

And Father Cappelletti adds that on December 11, 1707, after

communicating, he felt immediately that his heart was
becoming strong and inflamed in divine love, when before it
was dry and dry. And this fire spread throughout his body,
seeming to be in a very ardent oven.

She thus explains the joys she received in Holy Communion:

If I would set as an example all the joys and pleasures enjoyed
by the greatest friends in the world, I would say that these are
nothing. And if I add up all the pastimes of the universe, I
would say that they are despicable in comparison to those that
in an instant my heart enjoys with its God or rather it makes
God enjoy my heart, since they are all his works and impulses.

She notes: One day, when I heard the bell announcing

communion to the sick, my heart leapt and I thought it was
going to explode ... And while Jesus was on the altar of the
infirmary, it seemed to me that he said: "Here I am What do
you think, my wife? " When I went to kiss (the ciborium) I
would have taken it in my hands. When I kissed him, it seemed
to me that the Lord communicated something I do not know to
my soul and it inflamed my heart so much that I would have
done something crazy. I felt that the Lord was calling me and I
would have wanted to hug him and kiss him again and I did not
know how to do it.

Finally I approached again and felt a new fire in my heart. To

this second kiss it seemed to me that the Lord confirmed me as
a wife and I said to him: "My husband." When I gave the third
kiss to the door of the church, I do not know what I would have
done. The truth is that it seemed to me that the Lord had given
me so much faith in the Blessed Sacrament that I can not relate
it.
Another day of communion with the sick women seemed to me
to hear Jesus: "You are my wife." Then I went to church and
received communion, being outside of me. Being in ecstasy
(abduction) the Child Jesus was seen as on Christmas night,
with the beautiful robe all covered with rhinestones, with a
cross in his hand and with five jewels. I wanted to know the
meaning of all this and it seemed to me that the Lord was
saying to me: "Child, if I have been grateful for your kisses,
they are next to me like precious jewels". Oh God! I can not
relate what God then communicated to my soul.

KISSES OF JESUS

The confessor came to give communion to a sick woman. For

me it was not quite time for it to be so, to have the opportunity
to kiss again the ciborium in which my sacramental God is; and
it seemed to me that at times my heart was inflamed in such a
way that I could not wait any longer.

I was thinking among myself what I could do that would be

more pleasing to this divine guest who came to our infirmary.
It occurred to me that when VR was about to receive the sick, I
also went to ask him. And he said to me inwardly: "My Lord,
when the Father Confessor has opened the ciborium in which
you are, I want to go and see what I like." I did so, I put myself
first and I was attentive. Prison of love, I stayed like outside of
me, I felt to burn more and more the heart.
While VR gave kiss to the ciborium to the sick and the others, I
kissed him too, and then I felt a touch in the heart. And while I
was accompanying you down the stairs, I did not know where I
was, and I felt inwardly that Jesus wanted to make me a grace,
which he communicated to me and I knew that he wanted to
make me share in the kiss of peace. And so, being at the foot of
the stairs, I again begged you to let me kiss him. And believe
me that at that moment I seemed to know that my soul
participated in such a beautiful gift which is a loving kiss from
their God, which left me out of me, without being able to
explain with the pen all the content of this event.

When God gives these kisses, it is something so penetrative

that it seems to shake our whole interior. I mean that all the
powers, heart, soul, senses and feelings seem to participate in
the gift of tasting divine love. This love is not hidden like other
times, but it is left openly and comes, in person, to embrace the
same soul, saying: "Long live peace". And in an instant he hugs
her and kisses her. That's why I call them kisses of peace ... Oh,
kiss of peace. Oh, kiss of love, Oh, kiss of life. I call it that,
because it seems to give new life, new strength and vigor to the
soul itself.

Once they took home a baby Jesus in relief and I wanted to

have him with me, but because I was so young they did not
want to give it to me. Hiddenly I went to where they had left
him, putting me to talk to him, and wanting him to talk to me in
turn. He took her hand and said: "Why do not you talk to me,
Lord? I do not want to leave here, if you do not say a word to
me, or make me a caress." I moved closer to him, insisting that
he at least hug me. And looking like I was laughing, I asked
him again: "Do you love me, my Jesus? I love you so much,
and in proof of that, I kiss you and hug you." Do the same with
me, giving me some sign that you also love me. " It seems to
me that at that moment he hugged me and gave me a kiss. But
suddenly it was again stucco or wood, or whatever it was, as
before; and I no longer saw him alive and palpable, and I could
not separate from him. I sat next to him and every moment I
brought him saying: "Give me another kiss". And so saying, I
kissed him. I would never have separated from him, until with
great feeling of mine he happened to see one of my sisters, and
immediately he took me out of that room, fearing that he would
break that Child, and that he would do some evil that I used to
do.

This very morning, during the Holy Communion, the Lord

gave me a precious hug and the kiss of peace, telling me that I
am his beloved. Oh God! I can not describe with the pen
everything that my mistress has experienced then. I did not
know if I was on earth or in paradise. The contentment was
great; and I can not refer here to what the Lord in a moment
has communicated to me. Praise be to Jesus! .

As soon as I was communicated, suddenly a rapture came in

which the Baby Jesus stood before me; It seemed to me that he
appeared to me with impetus and gave me one of his kisses of
peace. At that moment, I did not realize that I was giving her
any kiss, but soon after she gave me to understand that I had
also kissed her and that everything was the work of her love,
but that the kiss, that I had given her, I had been very pleased
and prepared, because I would often make similar gifts.
PRAY WITH JESUS

I went to pray the Divine Office and I thought I understood that

I was calm, that I would have enough strength to recite the
Divine Office and that I would recite it with the help of Jesus
and Mary. The two would assist me. Suddenly, without
knowing how, when intoning the referred Matins, I felt all
energized and gave me some particular application. I seemed to
feel my Lord beside me as if I had been a person next to me.

On another occasion it seems to me that the Lord told me to

pray the Office with the others and that he would pray with me.
And suddenly I came back to myself at the precise moment
when Tercia was singing and I prayed with the rest of the
Divine Office, but the inner ardor that I felt from time to time
made her look like outside of me.

While I was at Matins, while I was praying, it seems to me that

I heard the Lord who was praying with me also. I heard him
next to me, as if he had been a person; and I was all that time
of Matins as outside of me. I once felt those flames in my
heart; and then equally, more than usual, I heard the Lord.
According to the words of the psalms, which sometimes he
heard; my heart became inflamed more and more; and I heard
the Lord telling me: "Here I am with you". So I passed all the
Matins.

RECEIVE THE COMMUNION OF JESUS

Very often throughout his life he received communion, not
only from the chaplain priest, but also from Jesus himself, from
the Virgin Mary, from his angel or from some other angel such
as Saint Michael the Archangel or some saints.

She says: While my confessor was in communion, I saw in that

host the divine Child also come to me with a host in his hand.
He gave me communion and at the same time it seemed to me
that he himself came to me, just as he had entered into the heart
of my confessor. Today, March 22, 1703, in the morning Mass
I received the grace I had yesterday with the peculiarity that the
Child Jesus has received me with a large host like the one with
which the priests communicate and he told me: "Your
confessor I would like that, in order to give you communion, I
would take a small part of your host. It is the sign I would like
to have in order to be sure that it is I who give you communion.
"

This morning I received communion from the hand of Jesus.

While I was holding the blessed host, I saw that sacrosanct host
with a great clarity that looked like a lucid crystal. My soul has
for the moment been submerged in the sea of divine grace.

They touched to mass, and not being able to attend to me by

not leaving to the ill ones, I put myself to do a little of prayer.
Suddenly it seemed to me that the Lord took away my senses,
and at that point I had the vision of the Child Jesus, who
manifested to me very happy with a host in my hands, and
inviting my soul to new communion. With his own hand he
gave me communion. Such was the joy and contentment that I
experienced in my interior, that I have never experienced such
a thing.

Each time I received communion, I felt inflamed, my desire to

return to Communion as soon as possible, and offered this
communion in thanksgiving of it, and applied it in preparation
for the communion I was to make a few days later. The night
before Communion there was no way to rest. He spent all night
in prayer and penance; and every moment he invited the Lord.
Oh God! Sometimes with these invitations he also very often
made spiritual communion in which he felt such pleasure and
such effects, as if he had communed corporally. I barely called
him, when I felt it inside my heart right away. I did not
understand, nor could understand, how you can do, you priests,
to hold in your hands that God, without going mad with love.
This one idea took away my senses. Many times he had a
burning desire to receive communion, and he told the
confessor; but this one, who had to know that it was not pure
desire, deprived me of communion, which I felt no small thing.
I offered this act of obedience to God and was as peaceful as if
I had received Communion. Many times, to which I was going
to receive communion, the confessor rejected me, because I
should perhaps see that I was not prepared for it. And indeed,
reflecting a little, I knew that I was not worthy of such grace.
But oh God! how much I disliked I can not explain it with the
pen, although it is true that I was so happy to do that act of
obedience. And once, after the confessor had rejected me in
that way, not wanting to give me holy communion, I did it
spiritually, and the Lord took me in communion, as if I had
done it physically, and letting myself be told, he said:
 When they played for the mass, I could not go so that the
patients in the infirmary would not be left behind. I was in
ecstasy and soon I saw the Child Jesus who appeared to me all
happy with a host in his hands, inviting my soul to a new
communion. And with his own hand he gave me in communion
for himself the whole thing. Such was the joy and contentment
that filled my interior that I have never experienced anything
like it.

RECEIVE THE COMMUNION OF MARY

At the moment of the priest's communion, sacramental

communion from Mary's hands took place for me.

All these days I received communion in the Mass of the

Servant of God (his confessor). In it Mary most holy gave me
communion by her hand and she has also renewed in me many
graces.

The communion of each morning at the hands of Mary Most

Holy does not seem to me to have ceased, even though my
confessor has never said the Mass here. At the moment when
he said Mass elsewhere, my guardian angel has warned me and
I have communicated as I do when he is here. Be all for the
glory of God.

My confessor celebrated the Mass and my angel warned me

when the priest uttered the words he says when he communes. I
have received communion from the hands of Mary Most Holy
and in the act of receiving Jesus in the sacrament I have felt it
immediately.

Every morning, communion by the hand of Mary Most Holy

has had an effect like the other times.

This morning to receive communion, I was accompanied by

Mary Most Holy and my guardian angel and, as I received the
sacramental Jesus, it seemed to me that at that moment I
experienced pain from all the sins of my life.

Many times he received communion from Mary, but he also

received it from some saint and his guardian angel.

One day, during the mass, after the elevation I was left out of
myself. I thought I saw my guardian angel attending the mass,
but I did not understand who was saying it. I only saw the
priest as a great light, surrounded by angels without number. At
the same time that the priest took communion, another priest
approached me with the wafer in his hand and gave me
communion. I did not know who he was. My angel told me it
was Saint Dominic. I can not express with the pen or with
words the contentment that I experienced then.

FOURTH PART
HELL, HEAVEN AND PURGATORY

THE DEMON
 He is a creature of God, a fallen angel. There are millions of
demons, who with the permission of God tempt men. Why
does God allow it? Says the Catechism of the Catholic Church,
No. 395: That God allows diabolical activity is a great mystery,
but we know that God allows everything for our good (Rom 8,
28). And St. Augustine said: God would not allow the evils, if
he did not take out more goods of the same evils (Enquiridion
13, 8).

God allowed the devil to tempt and make Sor Veronica suffer,
but he did not allow her to tempt her against the virtue of
chastity.

He tells us: One day I was working in the cell and suddenly I
felt that I was hit hard on the back and at the same time I felt so
loud in the cell that the sisters came knocking on the door,
telling me not to make so much noise . But I laughed inwardly
at the great follies of the devil. My back pain lasted for a long
time.

Another day I was called to bring water to the infirmary, where

I went willingly ... Finding me at the top of a staircase, they
gave me such a vigorous push that I rushed to the foot of it
with two pitchers in my hands, hurting my body a lot, but
without breaking the pitchers, laughing at the devil because he
tried to make me tired and with these his foolishness
encouraged me more and more.

Sister Florida remembers: One day Sr. Veronica did the

reading in the dining room and stayed with the service to eat at
second table. She was sitting on the dining room floor and was
served a bowl of beans. Those present saw that a thick leech
appeared on the plate cut into pieces, from which blood came
and dirtied the entire plate and the part of the head of the leech
walked on the plate. I saw it with my own eyes. Sister Veronica
was already about to eat from the plate, but we took it off and
had her eat on another plate. Father Tassinari says: One day
Veronica was very tormented by demons with the Lord's
permission. I gave him the order by obedience that the
torments ceased and immediately ceased. I told Father
Cappelletti about this and he told me that other times the same
thing had happened to him.

Father Cappelletti said: Once the demons beat him in the whole
body except in the head, because I had forbidden him in the
name of God.

One day when I left the church I saw fire and flames, among
which there were demons who threatened me with death if I
did not do what they demanded. But, ignoring them, I went
back into the church, and I said: "My God, you are my defense,
in you I only trust."

When I left the church, I saw again the same as before, but
without noise. I passed through those flames, and the demons
screamed and roared like lions, and whistled like serpents, all
of which gave me great fear; but, not wanting to pretend, I
continued my way. Suddenly I felt snatch, finding myself at the
door of the closing, with two very robust men, who told me; "If
you want to get out of here, now we'll open the door for you."
This will end all your combats and save your soul; because if
you had the position of Superior, we know that you will
condemn yourself. You will have one hell in this life and then
in the other. Think wisely. It's up to you now to save yourself
or not. "

I did not want to contend with them; Only if I address myself

to the Lord with my mind and heart, I exclaimed: "Yes, my
God, I am your and I want to be, now and forever I understand
renewing the holy profession in your hands, and also, my God,
in You support me and I embrace you. "

Then they took the veil from my head. One of those demons
took off my black veil, telling me that I could leave without
scruple, because, not wearing the veil, I was like a novice. I,
meanwhile, kissed the ground and thanked the Lord for finding
me in this holy place. And they gave me a very strong push,
saying: "Ea, take that habit off." And they gave me a coat
saying: "Wear this and come with us, we want to take you to
your confessor". I did not want to persist with words; But again
with the mind and heart in God repeated: "Yes, my God, if all
hell comes to separate me from you, you will not get away with
it, because I trust in you and with you I will also overcome
everything Yes, yes, my Good, acércome to You,

In saying this, the said demons were very angry, and to annoy
me they tore away all that veil that had been taken from my
head, throwing it at me with anger, and disappearing in an
instant.

The demon tore at me all the habit I was wearing, again it

burned the veils on my head, and it ripped them many times.
Many others, while writing, suddenly saw all the pages stained,
which were no longer useful. This is what he did the other
night. When I wanted to finish writing certain things, he
stained me in such a way the notebook in which he wrote, that
it has not been possible that he could understand a word; so it
was necessary for me to write it all over again.

One night two horrible lions appeared to me, who, roaring and
howling, were flying around me with their mouths open and
with a tongue of fire; and well he warned who they were. They
were already approaching me, and they fled. I cheered up and
said, "Do not run away, you cowards." To the battle, to the
battle. Do with me what God sends you ... And saying this they
fled like the wind, leaving a stench so great that it suffocated
me.

One day I saw four demons. They looked like half men and
half beasts, but they had snake heads, arms and hands like
horse legs; and the feet I do not know how to say; They had
claws instead of nails and their legs looked like porcupine
edges. And they threw a stench so big it made me lose heart.
They burned flames through their noses, through their mouths
and through their eyes. In a word, I can not even say how
horrible they were ugly, but ugly.

One night, while writing, the demon entered my cell in the

figure of an ass. He came towards me, with his head he
knocked down the tablet (which served as a table), the inkwell
and the sheets. And then he gave me a nap and made me fall
off the chair. I got up to write again and gave me another nap.
And then he left me.
Another night the demon took me by the ears and took me as if
by air. I invoked the most holy Name of Jesus and Mary and he
dropped me in the middle of the cell.

Sister Florida tells us: One day I went with Sr. Veronica to do
the devotion of the flogging of our Lord, giving us discipline in
a place of the novitiate. We were both alone and suddenly a
voice was heard saying: "You are condemned, you are
condemned" and so that you know it is true, look at hell.
Suddenly the pavement of the room opened and we saw a
horrible flare of fire. I was shocked and I started to cry, but
Sister Veronica hugged me and said: "Do not fear, do not be
afraid, that right now it will disappear." And even though we
were in darkness and I did not see him make the sign of the
cross, everything disappeared in an instant. And she
undeterred, she continued with discipline.

TRANSFORMED DEMON

Sometimes the devil appeared under the figure of Jesus, of the

Master Mother, of some sister or of Veronica herself. She says
in the Diary: Sometimes the demons appeared with my figure
and did nefarious things among them.

The devil appeared to me at night with my figure, dressed in

vanity and with the same dresses that I used to wear. He said
blasphemies and curses against God and that he said it for me
as if I had said them. And it represented all the pleasures that I
could enjoy.
I presented the devil to young people I had met in the century
and at the same time I presented myself with my figure dressed
as a layman and invited young people to do abominable things
with me.

The devil appeared to me in the figure of our Lord. All glow

and with smiling face. He came to me and said: "I am in your
favor, do not doubt." I replied: "Go to your chores, I hope in
the merciful God". I spit in his face and he, giving a loud cry,
disappeared.

Father Crivelli, his confessor, refers: One day Veronica was in

her cell and the demon came to visit her under the figure of the
Mother Novice Master. He told her that he wanted to tell her
something confidential: he should not be talking to the
confessor for so long, it was enough to accuse himself of his
guilt without adding anything else, because the confessor
would later tell things to the Superior and other nuns, which
could be a problem for her. the time to admit her to the
profession.

She felt very disconsolate and went to the confessor to talk

about it. The confessor ordered him to go see Mother Maestra
and show him why he had given him this advice. Master told
him that he had never given her such advice and that he had not
been in his cell. Therefore it could be known that it had been
the same demon.

During the year of novitiate the demon in my form, dressed as

a novice, went to the cell of a sister and told him all the evil
that he could of the Master. This sister went to see M. Maestra
and confessed that I had personally been in her cell and had
told her many things about her. All this greatly upset M.
Maestra, who was three or four days without barely speaking to
me.

I begged her to tell me what she had with me and she told me
what the sister had said. I affirmed that I had not spoken to
anyone and that I had not even set foot in the cells of the sisters
and that such things had not occurred to me by dream ... with
what was known to have been the devil in my figure.

One day a sister approached me and said: "Do not wait for the
confessor, because he does not want to come for now". The
devil gave me aversion to the confessor and tempted me a lot
so that I would not want him to enter. Another sister arrived
and began to say that the confessor and the Superior had
agreed. I answered: "I suppose you are the devil to worry me, I
am happy to obey." Then I crossed myself and saw the
aforementioned sister disappear with a lightning bolt. I knew it
was the demon in that sister's figure. The same as the first.

Sister Florida recalls: Sometimes, when Sister Veronica did not

eat anything, some Sisters found her in the kitchen or in the
dining room or in the pantry eating what was there, they even
saw her eat before receiving communion. With this she was
discredited as a liar and deceitful, but she was calm and
smiling. They told the confessor, Father Cappelletti, and they
observed her well and it turned out that she was somewhere
else when they saw her eat, concluding that the devil had taken
her figure to discredit her before the others.
And says Sister Veronica: Sometimes the devil took my own
figure, when I was a layman, and he reminded me of all the
things I left behind. It already inspires me pusillanimity, and
aversion to everything; and, sometimes, it makes me see that in
everything past and present he has achieved victory ... On two
occasions, while writing at night, he took my pen from my
hand and threw it in the middle of the cell, but I laughed at it
and picked it up right away, I wrote more than ever.

Very often he takes my figure trying to persuade me that I am

all his, but I am Jesus and I want him. Sometimes the demons,
taking my figure, did abominable and so nefarious things that I
have never thought of such things.

Many and many times, when I am represented with my figure,

I would like to beat him up; but I never see him with his eyes
as clearly as on these occasions. I told him that once I want to
beat him firmly, with all my heart; and I think I will, because
now, more than ever, it tempts me; and as far as I can see, I
would like to cower and fall into despair and distrust of God.
But I feel at the present so spirited, that I do not seem afraid.
Help completely in God; I trust in him and I wait now and
always.

Tonight there were ghosts who, taking my figure, blasphemed

among themselves and cursed God. At last I have quarreled
with them and I have taken holy water, throwing it away; and
they have fled like lightning.

DEFENDED BY MARÍA AND HER ANGEL

I was presented with a multitude of demons that with hellish
fury wanted to prey on me. Mary Most Holy defended me and
with an order she precipitated all of them to hell. After which
as a loving mother, she kissed me.

I seemed to find myself surrounded by many demons, all of

whom were as if waiting for the soul to come out of the body to
seize me. They already declared that they had won, that I was
theirs and that there was no one to defend me. My angel was by
my side and seemed to enjoy seeing me abandoned (in the
fight).

The angel intervened at the appropriate time, but allowed the

demons certain things with the permission of God and was glad
to see that she defeated the devil and made many merits for the
salvation of sinners and liberation of those in purgatory. He did
not lose sight of her and was present in his struggles with the
devil and intervened when necessary.

Veronica says: I do not know how it was, but I felt shocks and
shocks and on the other hand I felt I do not know what it was
like if there had been another person who was holding me up
so I would not fall, although I did not see it. I only believe that
he was my guardian angel, because when he stopped me he
gave me strength and courage to withstand with strength all the
battles of the infernal enemy.

In a moment a crowd of demons appeared who seemed to want

to devour me like rabid dogs. Holy Mary put me between her
Son and her ... She entrusted the saints, especially the seven
(protectors) to defend me and the same has done with my
guardian angel and then with an imperious mandate has
precipitated all those demons in Hell .

While I was praying I had a rapture in which it seems to me

that the Lord has shown me a place full of many kinds of
clothes. There were many merchandise there and among other
things many wrappings of habits and veils like those worn by
the nuns. All those things were in the custody of a demon;
which has given me a bit of fear. Upon returning to me ... I
have seen demons who have risen with that merchandise in
their hands and with great anger seemed to want to kill me. My
guardian angel has stood before me and made them stop,
telling me: "Do you see all those things? They are the ones that
the sisters have superfluously without need." And it has made
me see that many of them were of these sisters (of my
community) and my angel told me: "The fury that these
demons have shown against you,

Some demons appeared to me. One of them had more audacity

than the others and Mary most holy sent my two guardian
angels against him who at that moment sank into the abyss,
leaving there a great precipice. That same morning at the mass
of my confessor I had the grace to be communicated from
Mary's hands. In the act in which I received Jesus in my
sacrament I had the vision that my angels presented me before
the Blessed Virgin.

HOLY WATER
It is one of the most effective means of expelling demons, as
the experience of the saints teaches us.

Sister Francisca says: Sister Veronica had a lot of faith in the

holy water and in front of any evil said: "Take holy water, use
the holy water." When I told him I had a headache or that the
garden was full of animals that ruined the plants, he always
told me to use the holy water to expel the animals and cure the
headache. I remember very well that once she healed herself
from a huge fire burn that she had on one of her feet, I think on
the right side. That burn was made by the devil when one
afternoon she was with me in the kitchen of the infirmary and
took his brazier and it fell from his hands and burned his foot
and made a big burn as I saw it. He spent the whole night in
great pain and in the morning his foot was very swollen.
During the day he came to confession with Father Cappelletti
to tell him what happened. The father ordered him to wash his
foot with holy water. She went to wash it in my presence and
was totally healthy, without inflammation or any sign of the
burn.

She tells us: One day four hellish monsters appeared to me that
looked like fire and with a horrible voice told me: "You are
ours, for you there is no remedy, let the souls that are in our
power be left, because otherwise we will take you to life. " And
they beat me. I said: "Blessed be Jesus" and they replied:
"Cursed." You say that too. "I took some holy water and threw
it at the infernal monsters, making the sign of the cross." And
they fled with such a great noise that I thought that the cell was
sinking and they left me a stench and pestilence so horrible that
it made me lose heart.
One night came ghosts in the shape of juices. It seemed to me
that there were four of them and they were with their mouths
open as if they wanted to bite me. But I pretended not to fear. I
took holy water and threw it at them. They disappeared
immediately. In the cell was such a stench that could not be
tolerated.

On one occasion, hardly put into prayer a swarm of bees

appeared to me and it seemed to me that the cell of these
animals was filling up. They came towards me and gave me
such strong bites that they caused me great pain and disturbed
me greatly. I took holy water and threw it all over the cell and
with this I did not see anything else.

When I was in the cell one night, I saw an ugly dog enter it, put
it under the bed where I had to rest, and when I was going to
take some rest, I heard the sick woman call me saying that she
sees the devil. I saw him very ugly and black, throwing flames
of fire through his mouth and through his eyes, giving a clear
understanding of who he was. I took holy water and sprinkled
the whole room with it, so he fled immediately, standing
outside the door through which I had to pass to go to the
kitchen to find something for that patient. On the one hand I
had some fear, but I took courage and took the discipline of
little stars, with the intention of hitting him four lashes if he
followed me, which he did while I was passing through the
corridor, so I raised these disciplines to hit him; but
immediately fled, with such a great noise that it woke up all the
others. But I laughed, and not little.
Another night, finding myself in prayer in the cell of a sick
woman, here again the tempter appears in the same way as the
last time. I blew holy water and fled right away.

Sister Veronica declared: One morning the devil burned my

whole hand and with holy water I was perfectly healed. I had
great pain in one ear, and I did not even hear, which was
caused by the blows that the same demon gave me in the head.
It was such a pain and sorrow that I felt, that I thought I was
going to have some post there. I cured her with holy water five
times and I was completely healthy. Blessed be Jesus!
Everything is little for your love.

Many demons came to me with eyes of fire that wanted to kill

me, but I took holy water and threw it all over the cell and they
disappeared.

HELL

I found myself in a dark, deep and pestilent place. There I

heard the bellowing of bulls, the braying of donkeys, the roars
of a lion, the whistling of serpents, the confusion of frightful
voices and great thunderings that brought fear and terror to the
soul. I also saw flashes of fire and dense smoke. I also saw a
great mountain, all covered with vipers, snakes, and basilisks
curled together so that they could not be distinguished from
each other and were in quantity without number. Hearing
coming out from under these curses and frightful voices, I
turned to my angels and asked them what those voices were
and they answered me that there were many tormented souls
there, the place being the one with the least suffering. Inside
the mountain I thought I saw everything full of souls and
demons in great numbers.

From there I was transported to another mountain where there

were bulls and runaway horses, which bit like mad dogs. These
animals were fired by the eyes, mouth and nose; his teeth
seemed sharp spears and sharp swords, which in an instant
reduced to pieces, to nothing everything that reached his
mouth: and I understood that they bit and devoured souls. What
grinding and what terror they produced! They never stopped,
and I understood that they always persevered like this. I saw
other mountains with more cruel torments than these, but it is
impossible for me to describe them and the human mind will
never be able to cover them.

In the middle of this place, there is a very high throne,

extremely wide and ugly, composed of all the most horrible
demons in hell; and in the middle of it there is a chair formed
of those demons, who are principal and heads of the others.
Lucifer sits there, frightful, horrendous. Oh God! What
ugliness of figure! Overcomes in its deformity all the other
demons; It seems to have a head formed of a hundred heads.
And although this is a very large place full of so many millions
of souls and demons, all of them have their eyes open without
any obstacle, and all receive torments and more torments from
Lucifer himself. He looks at everyone, and everyone looks at
him.

My angels told me here to understand that in the same way as

in paradise, the face-to-face view of God produces bliss and
happiness to all in such a way in hell the deformed face of
Lucifer, this infernal monster, torments all souls Come all face
to face with the enemy of God; and having lost God forever
and never will ever enjoy him, produces his greatest sorrow.
Lucifer has it in himself, and he spills it in a way that
communicates it to all the condemned. He blasphemes, and all
blaspheme; curse him, and everyone curses; he suffers and
torments himself, and all curse and torment each other.

And for how long will this be? "I demanded my angels, and
they replied:" Forever, for all eternity. "Oh God, I can not say
anything of what I have learned and understood, with words
nothing is explained. In this, they suddenly made me see the
cushion, which was in the chair of Lucifer, on which he sits on
his throne, it was the soul of Judas, and also serving as a
footstool at the feet of Lucifer himself was another very large
cushion. I was given to understand that they were the souls of
religious, and open the throne seemed to see among those
demons, who were under that chair, a large number of souls.I
questioned my angels: "And who are these?" and they
responded that they were prelates, dignitaries of the Church
and superiors of religions.

Oh God! each soul suffers in a moment all that the souls of the
other condemned suffer, and it seemed to me that I understood
that my visit was a torment to all the demons, and to all the
souls of hell. I believe, however, that not only my angels
accompanied me but also my beloved mother, the Most Holy
Mary, because without her I would die of sheer terror. I do not
say more; I can not say anything else. Everything I have said is
nothing, and everything I have heard preachers say about the
pains of hell is a noname. Hell is not encompassed, nor can you
ever penetrate the acerbity of its pains and its torments. This
vision has produced a healthy effect, making me resolve to
detach myself from everything and execute my works with
more perfection. There is a place in hell for everyone, and there
is also for me, if I do not change my life.

It seemed to me that the Lord showed me a dark, but inflamed

place, as if there were a huge oven there. They were flames and
fire, but there was no light. I felt screams and rumors, but
nothing was seen; it gave off a horrendous stench and smoke,
but there is nothing in this world to which I can compare them.
Then God gave me a communication regarding the ingratitude
of the creatures and how much they dislike this sin. And here I
was shown in Passion, scourged and crowned with thorns with
a living, heavy cross on my back. And he told me: "Look and
look at this place that will never end".
Then I thought I felt great noise and many demons appeared,
that with chains they were tied beasts of diverse species. Many
beasts suddenly changed into men, but so horrible and ugly,
that they gave me more terror than the demons themselves. I
was all trembling; I wanted to approach where the Lord was;
but, because of the small space, I could not get closer to him.
The Lord dripped blood and was under that heavy weight. Oh
God! I wanted to collect the blood and take that cross, and with
great anxiety I wanted to know the meaning of everything.

In an instant, all those men changed themselves into beast

figures and then were hurried into that dark place and cursed
God and the saints. I had an abduction here and it seemed to
me that the Lord made me understand that this place was hell,
that those souls were dead and that, because of sin, they had
changed into beasts and that among them, there were also some
religious: "Oh my God What can I do to prevent as many
offenses as are committed against you? "

At that point, he gave me a communication and made me

understand that ingratitude is a thing that displeases him very
much, and that each time one commits this sin it is as if he
were crucified again. And this is done by the religious and they
condemn themselves for it. He showed me the cross, showed
me the blood that ran on the ground, and told me: "This is
infinite price and I have poured everything to save souls, but I
find few who want to take advantage of it".

Then I begged her to wash my soul and to always have her

swimming in that blood until she was washed of all guilt, in
particular ingratitude. And he told me: "Grace is granted to
you". And immediately everything disappeared.

In another vision of hell, I saw only dense smoke and felt a

horrendous stench. I could not use anything. I thought I was
already in place of eternity. For my refreshment I had fire, ice;
He trembled, feared and could not even say: "Lord, valedme".
In my mind it did not seem that there were any more gods or
saints. In my mind there was no thought other than the loss of
God for all eternity. This was a pity that it was killing me. I
was sweating, I was very tired and I knew that nature and spirit
suffered here. It lasted more than an hour, but to me it seemed
an eternal hour.
This of losing God is a grief so terrible that it can not be
explained. It brings with it all the pains and then, although all
kinds of suffering are experienced, it seems that nothing
happens to us. This knowledge of having to be for all eternity
without God surpasses all sorrows, all torments and it seems
that everything that causes pain in hell, is contained and
reduced here to this point of the loss of the Great Good.

One day I experienced hot pangs, great ice, horrid stinks,

ferocious monsters, vision of frightful serpents, bites like dogs;
I heard frightful voices, horrid blasphemies, eternal curses,
howls and cries that stunned me. I already felt thrown from one
side to another. I saw only darkness; I felt pains of hell; but I
can not refer them. And these I mean are the minimum of what
I experienced then. Be all for the glory of God! For his love,
everything is little.

On the contrary the sky is wonderful

HEAVEN

Tonight I have been in heaven in ecstasy. I have had the vision

of our glorious Lord. I seemed to find myself in a spacious
place, and the Lord was signaling me with a finger. And I saw
there in the distance, a certain thing, like a shining star, but I
could barely distinguish it from how far away it was. Again the
Lord was signaling me, as if he wanted me to go to that light.
So again, for the third time, he told me to go there.
Jesus told me: "Follow me." So, I was after him: but I do not
know how. I saw that I was approaching this place and it
seemed to me that I was not walking. When I was there,
suddenly all that place became the same light. I saw only a
great clarity; I heard angelic sounds and songs; but I saw only
glares. Immediately it seemed to me that that light has been
divided and a great plain and pleasant place has been opened
before me. I saw that everywhere there were saints and saints
and many angels, and all of them were singing a heavenly
melody. Oh God! What happiness I have experienced! He can
not refer it.

THE CONFESSION

The sacrament of confession is very important to give us peace

and joy. St. Veronica can advise us on the blessings of
confession from personal experience.

Refers: Sometimes the devil gets in the way and the confessor
can not come to make the confession. Then I do it at the feet of
Jesus crucified and many times I experience the effects of the
sacrament as I do when I confess.

One of the days I confessed and, while the confessor absolved

me, I seemed to feel relieved of a great weight and my soul was
totally stripped of everything earthly. It seemed to me that this
washing with the precious blood of Jesus would have given me
the grace to separate myself from myself, because I felt all my
mind in God and fixed in his holy will.
When the confessor gave me absolution, I seemed to return
from death to life. Immediately I felt a novelty in me as if at
that moment I began to live. What a grace it is! .

Each time my confessor gives me absolution, I seem to

experience a new baptism in me. The effective grace of the
sacrament makes me return from death to life and life in God.
Of all that I experience in the depths of the soul there is no way
to express it.

Upon receiving the absolution in the confession, my soul

experiences an I do not know what is special. I seem to feel the
effects of this washing of the precious blood of Jesus. Precisely
my confessor told me to imagine being under the cross so that
my soul would be washed and purified with the most precious
blood of the crucified Love. I seemed to feel all transformed
into another and I felt that the heart was inflamed.

Sometimes as I confess, God gives me some new light about

this sacrament and at the same time I seem to experience its
effects. When my soul has washed in this precious blood,
everything changed immediately into another and all
transformed into God. The virtue of this sacrament is so
effective that, by approaching it in the way that God requires
and wants, it suddenly makes the soul participate in a divine
something. I say it this way to say it in some way because the
soul is not capable of so many effects as this sacrament works
in it.

Once the Lord made me kneel by means of my guardian angel

and he commanded me to publicly confess my sins and all that
I had committed throughout my life ... Then he told my
guardian angel to accuse me. So that angel began from the age
of three years until the present time and accused me of
everything. When my angel accused me of devotion to the
Blessed Virgin, the Lord called his most holy mother and made
her accuse me on her own. There were my devotions around
the Blessed Virgin like withered and pestilent flowers. Finally
the Lord said: "These my wounds are supplements to so many
sins committed." And those stinking and rotten flowers became
fragrant and golden in color and the Blessed Virgin turned
towards me and gave me her blessing and again sat on her
throne.

My angel continued to accuse me. Then the Lord made many

saints come to accuse me. St. Bonaventure, St. Anthony of
Padua, St. Bernardino of Siena, St. Augustine, St. Dominic, St.
Philip Neri, St. John the Baptist, St. Paul, St. Lawrence and St.
Stephen with the other martyrs and other unknown saints.
Finally those saints prostrated themselves before the Lord and
made supplications for me. They said: "Lord, forgiveness,
mercy for this soul." There were also saints, among whom I
met Saint Catherine of Siena, Saint Rosa de Lima and Saint
Teresa of Jesus. Finally, the Lord stood up and showing his
holy wounds to the Blessed Virgin and all those saints and
saints, said: "For these my wounds and for all that you have
prayed, I forgive this soul". He gave me the blessing and told
me: "

His sisters in the monastery declared: When he left the

confessional, his face was radiant and luminous with joy. Sister
Francisca Pellegrini, sister, says: When she came out to
confess, her face was so beautiful and resplendent that I could
not keep my eyes fixed on her and this was seen and observed
by the other sisters of the convent.

My guardian angel took me before a throne. In this the Blessed

Virgin took me by the hand and introduced me to her only
begotten Son and he said to me: "Tell me, what do you want?"
I have answered: "The fulfillment of your desire and
everything you want from me." He replied: "Now I want you to
make the confession with me, but neither you nor your angel
have to say anything, I want to be the interrogator.

Veronica notes: I resorted to the intercession of the Blessed

Virgin and of my holy lawyers and to my guardian angel and
the most sacred wounds of Jesus and offered to the eternal
Father the passion, the works and the merits of Jesus so that he
would have mercy.

My guardian angel was with a book in his hand, in which was

written everything that I had lacked in my life. He had a tiny
brush in his hand. Then began the confession, as follows:
"Lord, I have already offended you and with you I confess."
The Lord had a hand on my head, and he said to me: "Tell
everything about yourself, that I want to hear this confession
from your mouth, and this I do to cause you more pain, but do
not hesitate. approval". I said everything, more with my heart
than with my tongue and I experienced such pain and pain that
I can not express it. In spite of everything, he spoke with a
certain frankness; and that hand that the Lord had on my head,
gave me strength and generosity.
He began to accuse me of faults committed since the age of
three, that is, of being incited to want anything, and to love it in
my own way. Here, the Lord gave me lights, and made me
know that then I began to do my will, and to want to follow my
own impulses. He immediately put before me the eyes of the
mind, all my own desires and told me: "See how a thing that
was small, became great!".

Then I saw that my guardian angel, with the brush, erased in

the book; and where all these sins of self-will were written,
everything was erased. And the Lord told me: "Be calm, do not
fear, now this confession is a new baptism for you."

I said: "Lord, I understand accusing me of everything I have

been missing from the age of 3 years to 7, and I accuse myself,
in general, of everything." Here, the Lord told me: "Speak, in
particular, when I was a child, I showed myself to you, and I
wanted you to be all for me, I let you know, but you did not
listen to me." And I said: "Accuse me of this in particular, but I
do not know how many times this happened". My angel told
me: "They add up a hundred and fifty times, between the
appearances of the Child, and the calls he made to you, through
his images and figures, because almost with words he called
you." Then, the Lord reminded me of the place where he
appeared to me, how old he was, when he appeared to me and
all the figures with which he spoke to me, not with words,

I accused myself of all the faults committed in the church,

during the Mass and divine Offices, of the words spoken in
such holy places, of the jokes, laughter and jokes made before
the altar where his most holy Body and Blood was. Oh! Here I
have received lights and pain, and could not say anything else.
And he told me, that, in this, he had not committed any serious
sin; however I put myself at serious risk of offending you a lot.
Particularly it reminded me that at the age of 9 years when I
was in church one morning, while all my sisters were
communing and they were all there in prayer, I had the
inspiration to do what they did. But suddenly I did the
opposite. At that point a group of gentlemen came and I had all
my attention there.

Jesus told me: "If you had corresponded to all my inspirations,

you would have reached such a degree of holiness, do you see
how your ingratitude has delayed you? What a pity, what pain I
experienced!" And again my angel erased in that book with the
brush and the sheets were all blank.

At the end of my confession with Jesus, I told him: "I accuse

myself of everything and everything of what I have been
missing with thoughts, words and deeds, from the first moment
I was able to discern the good from the evil until the hour.
Present and the Lord has told my guardian angel to erase
everything that had been lacking in the century until my entry
into the Order.

THE PURGATORY

Purgatory is the state of purification, after death, of saved

souls. They can not help themselves and await our help with
our prayers, Masses, indulgences and good deeds. Let's see
some concrete cases.

Father Tassinari tells us: I asked Sister Veronica to pray to God

for the souls of my father and an uncle of mine who had died
some 20 years ago and that she entrusted herself to the Virgin
Mary to know what state they were in. She prayed for a few
days and told me that the Virgin had made her understand that
they were both in purgatory. I recommended that he pray much
to the Lord and the Virgin so that they would be freed. She told
me that the Virgin had told her that if she had asked for prayers
so that she would suffer some hours a day, they would be
released. That is why I assigned him four or five hours each
day of suffering and, after a few days, he told me that, when I
was celebrating Mass in the convent church, I had seen both of
them leave purgatory and present themselves before the Virgin.
on Christmas Day of 1714.

Another case was that I was returning the year 1717 during the
Lenten season as an extraordinary confessor to this monastery
of nasturtiums and, having died my mother a few months ago, I
recommended Sister Veronica to pray to the Lord for her soul.
A few days later she told me that she was in purgatory and that
the Blessed Virgin had told her that if she offered to suffer in
her place and I gave her the obedience to do so, she would
obtain her liberation. I gave her obedience and, after a few
days, she told me that she had already been released and that,
when I was listening to the mass, I had seen her free. I told him
that his words were not enough and he wanted a special sign of
his release, that he pray to the Lord for it. And, while she was
praying in the church and I in the confessional, I heard deep
blows under the pavement of the confessional. I was surprised
and scared. I asked him what that meant and he replied that he
had not felt them. He continued in prayer and the blows
continued under the confessional. At last he could tell me that
the Virgin had told him that those blows were the signal that I
had asked for my mother's liberation and that, as many as the
blows had been, this must have been the days that should have
passed even in the purgatory, if Veronica had not suffered for
her.

Now I remember that, after the death of Monsignor Eustacchi,

bishop of the diocese, the Virgin had made him see that he was
freed from purgatory, and that he must suffer the pains of
purgatory for him.

Affirms Sister Veronica: One day the bishop came, and in the
conversations I had with him, he asked me if anything I had
ever known about the soul of Mrs. Sulpicia. I answered
affirmatively, narrating with particularity what happened to me
when he died and how holy obedience ordered me, if it was the
will of God and of Mary most holy, to show me this soul. Then
the Prelate ordered me to describe everything; and I, to obey,
will succinctly say everything as now I think I understand and
see.

While I was praying for this soul, I was snatched from my

senses, behaving as usual, and it seems to me that the Most
Holy Mary made her see me in a spacious and beautiful place.
It was as if it were in the air, and it was guarded by four angels,
but it neither place nor angels saw. Her eyes were veiled with a
thick veil, but she was happy. The Blessed Virgin, turning to
me, said: "This is the soul that you entrust to me, it has only the
penalty of harm (not seeing God), that of sense has paid for it
with so many pains and illnesses. now suffering you will know
if my servant gives you obedience for it ".

In the morning, when the father arrived, he ordered me to offer

myself to suffer so that the soul might fly to paradise. During
the Mass, the Most Holy Mary showed me again in the same
way, giving me great consolation; It seemed to me that I was
prostrating myself at the feet of Mary most holy, and that I
begged her for the part of obedience that I wanted to carry with
me for any sorrow so that this soul might go to the holy
paradise. Mary Most Holy promised me grace; and I by his
order gave consent to the pains and pains, if such was the will
of God.

I attended a dying sister. I thought I saw that person shortly

before he expired, in a great fight. God made me understand
that he would be saved, but that I had to suffer many sorrows
for her. In that instant when he expired, I thought I saw this
soul full of joy and then suddenly full of sadness; but I seemed
to understand that I was happy, because I was in the place of
salvation. This was like a lightning bolt; and it was something
very suddenly; but great apprehension of this soul remained in
me.

At night he appeared to me in the cell as a white shadow and at

the same time I had a rapture. It seemed to me that said soul
begged me to take it in weight; and at the same point - I do not
know how it was - I felt that shadow so heavy, as if it were a
sack of lead. I heard him say with the natural voice he had: "All
these things I suffer because I had too many things against the
Rule and the vows". When she said this, I regained my senses;
and when I returned to myself, I saw that shadow disappear
like a lightning and hear it with my bodily ears, repeating those
same words with a distinct and clear voice, as I was
accustomed to hearing it when I lived. All this caused me a
little fright, but I devoted myself with great feeling to examine
myself, to throw everything I had found together with me that
was not absolutely necessary.

He was careful to help that soul, if he needed it. However, I felt

my sorrows and my sorrows grow and I applied everything for
this soul. That's how my confessor sent it to me.

I seem to have seen many times more this soul in purgatory,

and as soon as I offered myself to new torments, the sorrows of
it diminished; not because my suffering was worth anything,
but because it united it to the merits and the Passion of Jesus.
These are the ones who obtain all grace. So, whenever I offered
to God the Father the most precious blood of Jesus, God
promised to deliver me soon, if I offered to suffer more. I
obtained permission from my confessor to offer me pains and
torments; and for two or three nights, I had so many pains and
pains in my whole body that I thought I would die. One
morning after receiving communion, God made me understand
that I should go to my confessor and ask him for permission to
endure the pains of purgatory for longer, because suddenly -
when he wanted it- he would have the grace to have this soul
freed.
I had permission to ask as a grace to the Blessed Virgin the
release of this soul, and in the morning in communion, I
understood that grace would be granted to me, if I accepted to
suffer for two hours, each day, for a year the sorrows of the
purgatory. I consented to everything according to the will of
God and as my confessor had sent me; at the same time God
made me see this soul in a very dark place, in which he
suffered very painful pains; and he heard the voice of the same
sister, as when he was alive, who complained, with
lamentations that caused the affliction of death. When I
returned to myself, I wept a lot and I had such a great
compassion for the souls in purgatory that I would have
accepted torments, pains and pains of all kinds. He insistently
told God to give me the sorrows that this soul suffered, as long
as she freed herself.

At noon, between 4 and 5 pm, when I was to hear the holy

mass for that soul, after the elevation of the Blessed Sacrament,
I had an ecstasy and saw it in great pain. By means of
communication I understood that God wanted to grant me
grace, but that consent was necessary again for the new
suffering. I consented as usual, according to God's will, to
accept sorrows and torments of all kinds if this was his holy
will. Given this consent, like a flash I thought I saw the
guardian angel of this soul, who took it and in an instant,
changed into a great glow. It seemed like a new sun. Next to
the natural sun it would have been more luminous, and the sun
itself next to it would have seemed like darkness. This was like
a flash of lightning and in an instant I saw it as if it were a girl
and her angel held it by the hand. He made signs to me as if he
thanked me and told me that he would always entrust me to
God and that he would do the same with my confessor, by
means of which he had such a great good.

Suddenly I saw a crowd of saints and other blessed souls, and

among them I recognized some. One was my Master with two
other dead sisters of my time. Of the saints he knew Saint
Francis, Saint Clare and Saint Teresa of Jesus.

Once I was suffering for seven hours suffering from purgatory

and at four o'clock in the evening I saw that soul removed
(Sister Gertrudis) and put it in a place of refreshment, that is, in
a beautiful garden, still with the penalty of harm (from not be
able to see God yet), which is a pity that surpasses all grief.
However, I was completely happy and it seemed to me that I
would like to thank her for the charity she had had with her.

Again God made me see two souls (a priest and a layman) in

purgatory. It seemed to me that if I had suffered for them and
paid for them with sorrows and torments, for a long time, God
would have granted me the grace to set them free. I spent all
that day with several sorrows. In the afternoon, before I
finished suffering, I had a rapture in which I understood that
God wanted to grant me the grace of the liberation of those two
souls and that I would also obtain the grace of a true contrition
of my sins. I seemed to understand that I had to spend another
two days of suffering and that before Christmas those two souls
would be free as my confessor had sent me to ask ... I spent
great sorrows (several days). Finally, by the merits of the most
holy passion of Jesus, I saw the two souls taken out of
purgatory and placed there beside the Blessed Virgin. I saw the
priest dressed in a talar suit, but suddenly he was surrounded
by a celestial light. He could not be looked at by the light. The
other I saw dressed in white with a face so beautiful that it
looked like an angel. Both seemed to thank me for the charity I
had for them. And in an instant I thought I saw the Blessed
Virgin and these two souls in the midst of all, fly to heaven.

One day a soul from purgatory appeared wearing a scapular on

his chest and this caused him great joy and relief. Through his
guardian angel he made my two angels understand that he
would be faithful to constantly pray for us. I was shown the
place where that soul was suffering and by the hand of my
angels and by order of Mary I was put there for a short time.
Oh God, what great sufferings I had! Suddenly that soul was
led by the hand of his guardian angel before Mary. Then it
seemed to me that a ray of lightning was coming out of the
Heart of Mary that was going towards that soul and stopping at
the scapular that was on her breast. It seemed like a brilliant
jewel. And suddenly that soul was completely changed and
very beautiful, and she and I were presented to Mary most holy
... Then my angels took me as in flight and left me in that place
(of purgatory). Soon they returned and led me to Maria's feet.
That soul had become shining like glass and was next to his
guardian angel between two saints.

In a rapture (ecstasy) God has made me see so many souls that

went to paradise and were in such great numbers that the
human mind can not understand it. This caused me such joy
that it did not fit in me. All this has been through the
intercession of the Blessed Virgin. Today for three times I have
seen the same thing, but it has been confirmed for me to suffer
twice.
In another ecstasy I saw that many souls in purgatory went to
paradise, all full of joy, and it seemed to me that they
represented me as little girls of two or three years, dressed in a
suit whiter than snow and so resplendent that they looked like
so many suns . Such a vision left me a great peace and joy.

It seems to me that every time I go to communion, God grants

me the special grace to rid many souls of purgatory. It seems to
me that I also understood that on Friday I will be granted the
grace to deliver one of my confessor's choice and I have seen
the effects of it. Sometimes it seems to me that God wants me
to ask permission from my confessor, and I think I have seen in
this the miracles of holy obedience. Particularly one morning I
saw a crowd of souls going to paradise and I understood that
they were all those from whom I had asked for liberation and
that this was the fruit of my obedience.

A religious woman went into the next life and I had obedience
to pray for her. Mary showed me the place where she was in
purgatory and I understood the time that she should remain
there. I told the confessor, who ordered me to offer me any
punishment so that I could be released as soon as possible. I
saw her many times, but she did not suffer so much anymore ...
One day it seemed to me that the miracle of holy obedience
would happen, because I had the certainty that it would be
liberated on the day of Saint Francis, exactly as it happened.

Mary Most Holy showed me many souls from Purgatory and

especially one that I had so much entrusted in past days ... I
saw that soul that was lifted up by the hand of her guardian
angel. The same thing happened with many other souls
unknown to me and that I thought I understood to be the most
devoted of Mary. All were taken before Mary and I understood
that they were all liberated souls at that moment in purgatory.

During a mass I had an ecstasy and the Virgin Mary made me

see my sister María Rosa who was suffering in purgatory. The
Virgin entrusted me to offer to suffer for her and at once it was
as if she presented herself at the feet of the Blessed Virgin and
became very beautiful. After the communion her soul was
taken as in a flight to paradise and it seemed to me that the
Virgin took her by the hand with many saints.

One day after the elevation of the Mass I saw the soul of a
religious of the community who had died, who was at the feet
of the Virgin. Mary washed it and it was beautiful and clear
like a pure crystal. Mary asked me to accept the sufferings of
purgatory in favor of that soul. The Virgin then called Saint
Teresa of Jesus and Mother Saint Clara and, when the priest
introduced the bit of host in the chalice, I had the sentence to
spend ten hours for five days and five nights in favor of that
soul. When the priest communed, his soul was taken to
paradise and I to suffer the purgatory in its place.

When I entrust the souls of purgatory, in general, and in

particular, sometimes God makes me see them and makes me
understand who they are and what I can do for them.

The torments that I see in purgatory are very great. I would

have believed that souls were in hell, except that my angel tells
me it is a place in purgatory.
One day it seemed to me that the angel of a soul in purgatory
begged mine to ask the Lord for the grace of his liberation. It
seemed that God wanted to grant me that grace, but until
Christmas I had to suffer every day, for three hours, atrocious
pains in payment of what that soul must suffer for many years
in purgatory.

One afternoon while offering the sufferings of Jesus' passion

for the souls in purgatory he gave me a rapture (ecstasy) and
God made me see many souls who were then going to paradise.

Every hour I seemed to have the grace of releasing souls from

purgatory. For three times I have seen in vision so many suns
so splendid that the material and real sun seemed to me
compared to these as darkness. At the same time, he
understood that they were souls that he had freed from
purgatory through the pains and sorrows he had suffered.

The confessor ordered me to offer myself to suffer for a

deceased and that, if it was God's will, Mary would show me
that soul that belonged to a priest who died of an arquebus
shot, it being a miracle that his death was not sudden. The
bishop had recommended it to all of us so that, if such was the
will of God, he would keep his life, but then he died. At the
cost of my life and blood I immediately offered to spend
purgatory for him ... Mary said to me: "Grace is granted to
you", and to the point it has made appear the soul of the priest
who was very fearful and trembling and somewhat stained ...
Mary took the blood and tears of the calyxes of the two angels
and shed them on that soul that became clear and beautiful, as
has happened other times with others. Then he gave the
sentence that he should go to paradise,

I offered myself in communion to pray for a soul and the

Blessed Virgin, through the guardian angel of that soul, took
her out of purgatory ... Mary said to me: "Child, this soul has
not completely purged its own faults in purgatory. that he
remained there a long time, but because you want his pains for
you, right now he will be clean with the precious blood of my
Son and with my tears. " Immediately he poured the holy
chalices over that soul and became beautiful and clear as a
crystal.

It is important to pray for the deceased, especially for our

family members. They will be eternally grateful.

DEATH OF HIS FATHER

Once, in dreams, I seemed to see my father, gravely ill to

expire and seemed to be entrusted to my prayers. I awoke with
such a vivid impression that it seemed to me a reality and not a
dream. The next night I dreamed again the same thing. I
thought I was in agony and I saw it expire. The pain I felt made
me wake up, I burst into tears with great anguish in my heart. I
thought it was true without a doubt.

I had recently received a letter from him telling me he was fine;

In spite of this, the dream left me with certain certainty that did
not give an ear to those who told me that it would not be true,
that this idea should be taken out of my head, that dreams
should not be ignored. I tried to think of other things, but inside
me something kept telling me that he had died.

One day, God made me see a place, as if it were hell, and there
was a soul that suffered more than all the others. The Lord
rebuked me because I did not use for his advantage, the means
that he inspired me, to speak to him of eternal salvation, of the
dignity of our soul, and of what we are obliged to correspond
to God. And I had the means, being the soul of my father, to
have such conversations with him, and perhaps he would not
have fallen into so many offenses against God, and in this way
he would not find himself where he was.

The news arrived that, in effect, he had died. He was 65 years

old. It was May 28, 1685. My feeling was very great, because I
feared for his soul. I made insistent prayer for him. Once I
thought I saw, in vision, an ugly and horrible place, and I
understood that there was my father's soul. I can not explain
with the pen the pain I experienced, thinking that I was in hell.

I was with that pain for a long time, I could not stop praying
for him; I did not want to give credit to what I had seen,
attributing it to a diabolic thing. Again I had the same vision; I
thought I saw him in acerbic torments and he told me: "It is up
to you to obtain this grace". After a long time I saw her again
and she told me that she had felt a lot of relief, but she was still
in those sorrows, although she knew that she was in the place
of salvation. I offered many penances and prayers for him.
Once the Lord told me: "Rest assured, that for such a feast I
will free your father's soul from the sorrows it is in, but if you
really want it, you will suffer a lot".
I offered myself to all sorrows, if it was the will of God, in
order to obtain this grace. It was a lot that I had to suffer. And
after a long time, because of the feast of Santa Clara, I saw him
not in that place of so much pain, but still in purgatory.

On December 24, 1700, in the morning, in communion it was

confirmed to me that I had much to suffer and that I would
suffer the great pains of purgatory instead of my father, if I
wanted him to be removed from those sorrows. I was hoping to
obtain this grace through the Virgin Mary. My faith was placed
in the Blessed Virgin and I prayed with my heart.

I understood that grace would be granted and that it would be

for the Christmas holidays, but at the cost of great sufferings
that I had to pay for it. In particular I was assigned one that
should last all the same parties; if it came to me, it was a clear
sign of having obtained the liberation of that soul.

On Christmas night I saw her in purgatory. Suddenly I thought

I saw an angel take her by the hand, and I thought I saw my
father with his same image, as when he was alive; He was
dressed in white; He greeted me and thanked me for the charity
used with him. Suddenly it became like a great light; I no
longer saw him in a human figure. Disappeared in the company
of said angel.

I thought I understood that this grace had been obtained by the

Blessed Virgin. That same night I had the confirmation. The
next morning, after communion, I saw my father's soul
resplendent and beautiful; He told me that not only had he been
freed from the pains of purgatory, but also many souls; indeed,
I saw them in large numbers. Still two or three times it seems
to me that the same has been confirmed for me again.

FIFTH PART
SUPERNATURAL GIFTS

CHARISMS

1. ECSTASY AND LEVITATION

Sister Clara Felix tells us: One day I was Sister Veronica sick
in bed in the infirmary. Father Cappelletti was present and
suddenly she began to say: "Jesus, Jesus" and was in ecstasy
and in a moment she got up in the air with the cover and went
to touch almost the ceiling. I was surprised and I got on my
knees with my head on the floor. After a few moments, I raised
my head and she was already in bed.

One day after the mass we felt the bell of the monastery
church. I was stupefied, because it was not time to touch her. I
ran up to the choir to see the string where the bell is played and
I found Sister Veronica, who was in ecstasy and even though I
called her and told her to leave the rope, she did not and I could
not take her out of my hand. Other religious came and could
not remove the rope until the Mother Abbess arrived and
ordered it out of obedience; And he did. He got on his knees in
the middle and they all got around on their knees. She
continued in ecstasy and it was nice and venerable to see her
like that. He got up and went to the novitiate. There was a
strong discipline and, when asked the novice Sister Teresa
where he had been, he replied that he had not left his cell. They
told her what had happened and she asked me if it was true
and, when I said yes, she started crying, because she had asked
the Lord that she did not want to do anything extraordinary
before the others. I believe that he later obtained this grace,
because for many years before his death, no such visible things
were seen. However, Sister Anna told that one day she had
seen her in the choir raised from the ground and almost
touching the inner dome of the choir; and on another occasion,
going to her cell to ask her for a favor, she had found her in
ecstasy and had not been able to make her come back to
herself. And that a little later Veronica had gone to his cell to
give him what he needed and had gone to ask him I believe that
he later obtained this grace, because for many years before his
death, no such visible things were seen. However, Sister Anna
told that one day she had seen her in the choir raised from the
ground and almost touching the inner dome of the choir; and
on another occasion, going to her cell to ask her for a favor, she
had found her in ecstasy and had not been able to make her
come back to herself. And that a little later Veronica had gone
to his cell to give him what he needed and had gone to ask him
I believe that he later obtained this grace, because for many
years before his death, no such visible things were seen.
However, Sister Anna told that one day she had seen her in the
choir raised from the ground and almost touching the inner
dome of the choir; and on another occasion, going to her cell to
ask her for a favor, she had found her in ecstasy and had not
been able to make her come back to herself. And that a little
later Veronica had gone to his cell to give him what he needed
and had gone to ask him he had found her in ecstasy and had
not been able to make her come to her. And that a little later
Veronica had gone to his cell to give him what he needed and
had gone to ask him he had found her in ecstasy and had not
been able to make her come to her. And that a little later
Veronica had gone to his cell to give him what he needed and
had gone to ask him

Practically every day of communion fell into ecstasy. These

ecstasies not only happened after communion, with the vision
of the Child Jesus and Mary, but also happened anywhere
when hearing about Jesus or Mary; or simply by thinking about
them. In all these cases his angel was present, in a visible way
many times.

2. SUPERNATURAL KNOWLEDGE

Sr. Gertrudis says: When Sr. Maria Rosa was a novice, a

disease of great appetite and fever came to her, but she hid it so
that she did not have to go to the infirmary. The thing reached
such a point that one night he believed that he was dying
because of his great weakness. Then he invoked the Lord and
suddenly Mother Veronica, who was the Master of novices,
appeared and said: "I think you need something to recover."
And he brought him something sweet to regain strength. He
took it and felt strengthened and comforted.
Father Cursoni declared: A nun went to talk with Mother
Veronica to confide her some defect, but before speaking,
Sister Veronica told her and gave her the appropriate advice.

Another case: A priest celebrated the mass in mortal sin and

she knew it. I myself ordered Mother Verónica one day to pray
for a person who had serious problems without telling her who
she was. And she could tell me that this grace would not come
from the Lord, because that person superimposed herself on
others and in fact I verified that this person did not deserve
such grace from the Lord.

Father Crivelli relates: One day I celebrated Mass and Sister

Veronica saw Saint Francis Xavier wearing a large cross. She
understood that I wanted to put her on her back and knew that
this cross was that of being an abbess.

Sr. Jacinta states: When Sr. Veronica was a novice mistress,

one night, after they all went to bed, Mother Veronica ran to
the cell of a nun with the purpose of talking to her. The nun did
not want to open the door and Sister Veronica climbed on a
stool and opened the inside with her hand through the window;
so he could enter. He advised her never to close inside. What
was the religious doing? What was he trying to do? It was said
that she had serious temptations from the devil and I remember
that the next morning Sister Veronica ordered everyone to do a
procession and a discipline singing a psalm.

And Sor Jacinta adds: Before I was Abbot Sister Veronica, one
day I was very troubled. That week I played the kitchen. She
came to look for me in the kitchen and told me that she knew I
was very distressed. He gave me the proper advice and I felt
liberated from the inner turmoil. I was amazed that, without
having said anything, she knew my problem.

3. PROPHECY

Sister Florida, who was the Superior of the monastery after the
death of Sister Veronica: Father Michelangelo, general of the
Capuchins, was in the Court of Vienna when the Empress had
not yet given birth to any male child. This father wrote a letter
so that Veronica could entrust the Empress to the Empress so
that she would have a son. I, who did not know and could not
imagine what the letter said, opened it, read it in Veronica's
presence and gave it to her suggesting that she try to obtain that
grace and ask the confessor for obedience to do so. At that
moment he was in ecstasy and had a noise movement and said:
"The Virgin told me that this is the sign of the grace granted."
And in fact the empress was left in state and gave birth to a
son.

Father Tassinari says: I had podagra and a bone cancer formed

in me, so that the doctor Similiani and the surgeon Mr. Gentili
considered me terminally ill. When Sister Veronica found out,
she wrote me a letter to encourage me to suffer and not to be
afraid, because I would be healed, since it was not a bad death.
And I certainly healed perfectly.

Sister Florida declared in the Process: When Mrs. Margarita

Ranucci entered the monastery with the name of Sr. Maria
Magdalena, Sister Veronica prophesied that she would not
remain. And certainly in the year of the novitiate he retired.

Mrs. Marquesina del Monte, daughter of the Marquis Cosme,

wanted to enter this monastery, but Sister Veronica said she
would not enter. And so it was, because he entered the
monastery of the Muratte of Città di Castello ... On the
contrary, Mrs. Fortunata Felice wanted to enter and everything
seemed against, but Sister Veronica assured that she would
wear the habit. And that happened. It took the name of Sr.
Maria Magdalena. As for me, many years before she was an
abbess, she confided to me that she would be, since the Lord
had made him see and he had prepared that cross for her.

Father Vicente Segapeli reports: Father Raniero Guelfi was

seriously ill and the doctors believed he had no remedy. I was
then confessor of the monastery and I ordered Sister Veronica
to pray for the health of Father Guelfi. She did it and told me
that she had had a vision of the Virgin Mary and of Saint Philip
Neri, who had interceded before Mary for the health of Father
Guelfi and María had assured her that she would be healed, as
it was.

Another case was that of my brother Francesco Segapeli, who

was seriously ill. I asked Mother Veronica to pray for him. She
replied that it was not God's will to heal and that she would die,
as it happened 25 days after the prediction.

A son of Dr. Giovanni Domenico Fabri, chancellor, had a

serious leg disease. I ordered Mother Veronica to pray for her
health, but she replied that when she prayed to God and to the
Virgin, a cross always appeared, which implied that she would
not be healed and that she should carry that cross. In fact he
suffered the disease for three years before his death.

Father José María Guelfi declared: My father Luis Fernando

Guelfi fell ill in 1725 and my brother Leonardo wrote to me to
go see him. I did not think I would go, because I did not think
her illness was very serious, but when she told this to Sister
Veronica, she told me to go see him, because I would die soon.
I went to visit him and four or five days after my arrival he
died.

Mr. Jerónimo Mancini was seriously ill and I asked Sister

Verónica to pray for her health. She responded to me after a
few days that she would be cured and that's how it happened.

Sister Mary Magdalene Boscaini tells us: One year before the
death of Mother Veronica, she appointed me and Sister Chiara
sacristan and told us: "This will be the last time I will give you
a charge, do it with attention and perfection."

4. BILOCATION

Father Cursoni tells us: In 1714 or 1715 they gave Sister

Veronica the obedience of asking the Lord to make a
pilgrimage to the sanctuary of Loreto in vision, that when
visiting Monte Corona he visited Father Crivelli, who was
doing exercises spiritual, and I asked for the blessing. After
visiting the church of Our Lady of the Angels; and from there
he visited the church of San Nicolás de Tolentino and then he
visited the Holy House of Loreto and received communion
there.

She mentioned that she had made the pilgrimage (in bilocation)
and she could describe to me in detail those sanctuaries visited,
better than I would have done, that I have visited them several
times.

She declared: It seemed to me that my angels would lead me to

a church where Father Crivelli was, I asked for his blessing and
obedience and, as soon as I got it, I immediately found myself
in Perugia in the church of Santo Domingo ... Then I was
transported to Assisi and I thought I was in the great church of
Mary Most Holy, where I thought I saw another small church
in the big church, and in many places I saw, although I do not
know how, the holy Father Francisco.

Suddenly I found myself in Tolentino inside a large church and

it was for two angels before me a long little house, resplendent
as crystal clear, in which I thought I saw the arms of San
Nicolás de Tolentino, which flowed blood, though little. For
the moment, everything disappeared. Later I found myself in
Loreto in the Church of Mary Most Holy. Also this was a large
church and inside it and near the high altar there was a small
church.

The night I was transported to the holy chapel of Loreto, the

most holy Mary appeared to me in an intellectual vision and I
seemed to really see her. He told me: "Child, fulfill obedience."
5. PERMANENT FASTING

Father Tassinari declared: I am very informed that Sister

Veronica had the grace of God through the intercession of the
Virgin Mary to have in her left breast a milk or liquor from
which she took some drop and many days she passed without
eating, only with those drops of miraculous liquid. This I know
for certain and at the time Bishop Eustacchi was bishop, Sister
Veronica did not eat and, doubting that it was of her own free
will, she was imposed and ordered to take food and she took it
by force and had to vomit it with vomiting even blood ... I
asked him to explain to me by obedience what it was like that
he lived without feeding. He told me that it was the Lord's will
and that he had obtained from the Most Holy Mary the milk
from the left breast so that by taking it and taking some drops
with his finger, I could live with that alone.

Besides, I can not doubt that it spread a very mild smell

throughout the convent, and where it remained a little, it left
the soft perfume there.

Father Crivelli affirms: Monsignor Eustacchi wanted to know

if he really ate or not and sent her to the infirmary so that she
would not leave a room, having two nuns to watch her
constantly. And that was when they saw her eat in other places
of the monastery, but it was the devil that took her figure to
discredit her.

On March 20, 1695, Jesus commanded him to fast bread and

water for three years. He did so with the approval of his
confessor as of September 8, 1695. After those three years, he
made two others taking only bits and pieces of unrefined hosts
and a little bit of some food and a few drops of the liquor that
came out of his womb.

6. SUPERNATURAL PERFUME

Father Crivelli affirmed: Sister Teresa Lazzari had some

fabrics that Sister Veronica had worn to her breast and they had
a very mild smell. Once he wanted to wash them and put them
together with other fabrics in the community wash and all the
fabrics were soaked with that wonderful smell.

Sister Francisca said: When Mother Veronica was in the

infirmary, one day she asked me, who was the nurse, for a pot
of water and washed some pieces of linen cloth as big as a
handkerchief. He asked me to throw away the water with
which he had washed the fabrics, but I noticed that the water
had turned white as snow and had a very mild smell. That's
why I regretted having thrown it away. After Sister Veronica
gave those pieces of cloth to Sister Teresa Lazzari to wash
them and all the pieces of cloth were soaked with that
wonderful smell. In her cell she felt that smell, so that just by
passing in front of her cell, even if she was not there, she
smelled the good smell.

And Sister Francisca adds: From the milk or liquor that came
out of her breast she filled three little bottles, which I could
have for me. They had an extraordinary fragrance. I had them
until she died; Then the new abbess, Sister Florida, asked for
them and I gave them to her.
Sister Ursula Cevoli says: One day Mother Veronica passed by
me and I asked her to give me the blessing as a novice mistress.
He gave it to me by putting his hand on my head and he left me
a perfume in the veil that remained for several days.

7. THE POWER OF OBEDIENCE

Sister Florida reports: One day Sister Veronica broke her leg, I
think it was the right one and it was like this for several days
without applying any remedy, because Father Bald Antonio did
not want to take any remedy, because as it had not broken
naturally, so he had to heal, without human remedies. One day
he ordered her to be taken with her broken leg to the
confessional. There the father ordered him to be healed and,
when leaving the confessional, he left walking normally and
with the healthy leg, to the surprise of all who shouted: •
Miracle, miracle: We asked Sister Veronica what had happened
and she answered that the holy obedience I had healed.
Therefore, from that day on, we called his leg, the leg of
obedience.

Sister Francisca, a lay sister, declared that Father Crivelli

ordered Sister Veronica to be his superior and that she obey me
as such in what she sent to him such as sweeping the henhouse,
being with me in my cell, helping me, etc.

Manifest his confessor, Father Cappelletti: Once I was in

ecstasy. I ordered him to come to his senses and, suddenly, he
came back, so I could know his humility (by obeying).
The confessor recited the prayer He granted and said: I
command you that at this very moment all the wounds you
have on the body be healed. I had faith in the order of the one
who is in God's place and it seemed to me that I was healed,
not only from the sores, but also from the other pains I felt in
the limbs; and I said to the father: "Long live obedience.

Sister Florida remembers that sometimes Sister Veronica was

so sick that it seemed she was going to die and, with the
confessor's order to be healed, by virtue of obedience, she was
instantly healed. Again it was so swollen that with obedience it
was at the normal moment. Once again his hand was burned
and, when Father Crivelli ordered him to be healthy, the hand
was left without a sign of the burn.

And note: When Veronica was very tormented by demons with

the permission of God, with the sole order of the confessor that
all afflictions cease, immediately all evils and torments ceased;
and even if she were half dead, she was in good condition. One
day they told her to come to the choir with the other nuns and
she got up by going to the choir, as if nothing had happened
before. And this I have seen, not once but many times, the
same with Father Antonio Bald, Tassinari or Crivelli.

Father Tassinari stated: Many times it happened to me that,

without saying or making any movement outside, I wanted her
to come to the confessional and ask her angel to give her
wishes to come and it always worked.
And Father Tassinari adds: One day I gave him an order
through the angel. When I returned the next day to the
confessional, Sister Veronica told me immediately that she had
received obedience from me through her guardian angel.

And it continues: One day it was Sister Veronica to confess

and she asked me for a license for a certain thing and I who
was distracted did not answer her. After I left the confessional,
I remembered that I had not given him the obedience to do
what he asked for and I entrusted myself to the Lord and asked
him to give permission to Sr. Veronica through her guardian
angel. When I returned the next day, Sister Veronica assured
me that she had understood well that she had given her leave.

On December 18, 1714, I burned a hand and it was like this.

Doing a charity to a sister, I inadvertently put my hand in a
brazier full of fire. How it happened, I do not know. I wanted
to get her out of there and it seemed to me that an invisible
hand was sinking her further into the fire. Not being able to
help with the other hand, I could not get it out of the fire either,
since the demon oppressed her so strongly. So it seems to me
that it happened and I understood it because I heard him laugh.
The nails were burned to the brim and the fingers halfway up.

With me there was a sister and seeing me with this hand in this
way, she called the officers to do something to me. I
experienced great sorrow. After a while they smeared her with
some medicine, which caused me such pain that I did not know
where I was.
At this moment I was called by the confessor. Being there for a
long period of time I did not know what to say. They had
begun such strong pains in my nails that I gave a very strong
sigh. The father said to me: "What's the matter with you?" I
answered: "Father, I feel a great pain in one hand, I have
recently burned myself, I find no place with my pain". He
asked me how it had happened and I added: "Because of my
negligence, but I think it was also the devil, because I was
doing charity and because I could not get my hand out, until
with the same hand I placed it under all the fire of the brazier,
as it is done with the shovel or when the fire moves, it is
enough to say that all my nails have been burned, as a feather
would be burned by the fire, Blessed be God, I believe that I
will not be able to do more the tasks,

I felt an excessive pain; but at these words of command I felt

refreshed and mitigated, and said: "Oh my God, what a thing I
feel!" The father then added: "Have faith, I want you to heal
now, Obedeced, otherwise, you will have to supply it." I
answered: "Father, I believe I am cured immediately, I do not
feel any pain anymore, I just run out of strength in my hand".

At that moment the Superior came to speak to the same father.

They made me go to the window where we communicated and
they wanted to see the hand. I showed her in her presence and
she was healed completely, with no sign of burning. Then they
called the Superior and another sister, who had seen her burned
and they testified that first her fingers were swollen and her
nails were burned and now none of this was visible. Everything
was an effect and a miracle of holy obedience.
This father did another miracle in my person, and that is that,
being very sick, by a certain hydropic swelling, in such a way
that I felt heavy, like a lead and suffered a lot, especially at
night in which I felt to destroy the viscera, bruising my body
like a circle of iron and reaching such weakness that I could
barely stand up, not even during a Psalm of Matins; when this
swelling began to spread throughout the body, it disappeared
many times in order of holy obedience. As he returned to
present himself again; He commanded me to disappear
promptly and not to return any more and he wanted Holy Mary
in her mass to grant me this grace. So it was and giving me the
blessing, the swelling disappeared.

THE NAME OF JESUS RECORDED

Many times I had the desire to make the name of Jesus on my

heart with a penknife. I told the confessor and, finally, he gave
me the license.

Oh God! I could not wait to execute it. In the morning, after the
holy communion, I went to the cell and took the penknife in
my hand. I began to tremble strongly because of the fear that
humanity felt: I lacked the courage to do so. I prayed to the
Lord that, if it was his will, he would give me the grace to be
able to execute what had inspired me.

Suddenly I was out of my mind, and I seem to remember that,

at that moment, I had an intellectual vision. I say it this way,
because when I referred him to the confessor, he examined me
and told me that it had been an intellectual vision; it seemed to
me that it was not imaginary. Despite this, I was always afraid
of these things, suspicious of some deception of the enemy.

It happened in the following way. I seemed to see the Lord, the

Virgin Mary, many saints and my guardian angel present. I said
before the Lord: "Now is the time to do what I have promised
you." And it seemed to me that I was engraving the name of
Jesus with the penknife over my heart. Then I took the pen and
a paper, and with my own blood I wrote a brief protest. Having
done this, it seemed to me that the Lord confirmed everything I
had promised him.

When I came back to myself, I found myself in a bloody habit;

he was still with the pen in his hand and with the paper on
which he had written the protest; It seems to me that it began
like this: "Lord, I protest not to willingly willingly offend in
any way, if at all possible, I hope to fulfill it with your grace."
From now on I promise you that I will love you, I ask you with
your same love Not with the voice, but with my own blood I do
not want anything outside of You, I give myself totally to You,
this heart and this soul of mine are yours, I surrender myself
for your wife Yes, my Lord, be confirmed by You write this,
accepting me as your wife.

That name of Jesus, made with the penknife, I have renewed it

two or three times on the occasion of some solemnity; and also
then I wrote protests with my own blood. Those protests I gave
to the confessor, others I burned myself, as I did with many
writings I had.
PENITENCES AND JOYS

Sister Veronica used to do many penances. I wanted to be a

saint at all costs. He slept little, he ate little and there were
frequent disciplines of blood. But there was a sister who did
not like her and criticized her, thinking that everything was
appearances. She endured everything with humility and
patience. There was even a religious woman who
recommended Father Bernardo, who was an extraordinary
confessor, to do exorcisms. They were made, but evidently
without any benefit.

She notes: Many times the confessor imposed on me that when

Jesus appeared crucified or otherwise told him that he did not
believe that it was really him, and rejected him, saying words
of contempt. Thus I remember that one night during prayer,
Jesus Christ appeared to me crucified, seeming to invite me to
various kinds of sorrows with his wounds. I remembered what
obedience had imposed on me and I said: "Get away from me, I
am not worthy of these graces, and if you are the devil, go to
your caverns in the abyss, because I do not want such things or
believe in them." The crucifix told me: "Be quiet, I am not the
devil, but Jesus, your true husband".
An interesting detail that she refers to: Jesus took out my heart
and printed the hammer and the tongs and, after having cured
him, he put into me a fire of his love. In another moment of
that same day, January 18, 1703, Jesus came to put in my heart
the other instruments of his passion.

One day Jesus in an instant took out my heart. I seemed to see

it in the hands of the Blessed Virgin, who washed and cleaned
it with the blood that came from Jesus' side. Suddenly I saw
him as effulgent and purified as a pure crystal. And Jesus had
something in his hand as a brush and soaked it in his side
tracing with it characters in the heart that the Blessed Virgin
had in hand. It seemed to me that Jesus had stamped on him,
written with his blood, these two names: Jesus and Mary; and
with this seal he put my heart back in its place.

Three times he has given me a loving embrace, unlocking the

arm from the cross and making me close to his side; 5 times he
has given me to like the liquor that came out of his side; 15
times in a special way he has washed my heart with his
precious blood, which, like a ray, came out of his side and
reached my heart; 12 times it has taken away my heart,
granting me the grace to purify it and to remove from it all
filth, rottenness of imperfections and residues of my sins; 9
times he has made me close my mouth to the sore on his side;
200 times he has given me very loving hugs to my soul in a
special way without the others that he has given me
continuously; and to my heart in a secret way he has made 100
love wounds.

THE EXTERNAL WOUND IN THE HEART

He received it on December 25, 1696. She wrote: I seem to

remember that, a few years ago, on Christmas night, when the
nuns of the choir had left, I stood before the portal of the birth.
Suddenly I thought I saw the Child in the manger all shining
and living as a creature. I begged him very deeply; I took him
by the hand; he moved and communicated some I do not know
what. I finally felt like crazy. I told him I do not know how
many things: already of affection, already of love, already of
offering, already of prayer. I do not remember everything in
detail; that's why I do not write it. I know that I took it in my
hands and held it to my chest, begging him to take my heart.
Then I felt something new in the same heart. I had a certain
knowledge of myself and my helplessness, and I felt that all of
this kindled me more and more in love. He said: "Lord, I can
not do anything;

I was with my head resting on his: he did not speak with his
tongue, but I felt that my soul joined him to his same love. It
seemed to me that he moved me into another.

Suddenly I was snatched away from my senses and I thought I

understood that Jesus wanted to give me the grace to hurt my
heart. Oh God, here I can not say with the pen anything that I
experienced at that moment. I only remember that the Baby
Jesus had something in his hand like a bow with an arrow and
it seemed to throw it right to my heart. I felt a great pain.

At that moment I returned to myself and found that my heart

was hurt and blood was flowing. I can not express with the pen
or with words anything of what the Lord communicated to me
then. I only remember that I had an intimate relationship with
him and that he gave me to understand that this wound was
nothing compared to what he wanted to do to me shortly. Even
so, the pain I felt was great, but this pain lit me in the yearning
for all sorrows. It seemed to me that it was a voice that
constantly asked for suffering.
After a long time the wound was closed, but the pain remained
the same as before. And it seems to me that, when it closed, the
Lord made me understand that soon it would open again. That's
how it was, and it opened the same way as the first time. Again
it was open for several days. And every time he entrusted the
sinners and asked for some suffering for the conversion of the
same, the pain increased and blood flowed for several hours.
So I spent the whole Carnival and Lent.

PAINS OF PASSION

I remember that ever since I became a religious, I always asked

the Lord to grant me to experience some of the pains of his
passion. Within a few years of being dressed in this holy habit,
I was a whole Lent with those wishes. When I entered Holy
Week I thought I had something in prayer; I was given to
understand that I should prepare myself, because the time had
come when the Lord wanted to make me content.

Jesus imposed the crown of thorns for the first time on Good
Friday, April 4, 1681, and it was renewed continually as well
as other sufferings of passion. In 1694 he received an acute
wound in the heart. March 26, 1695 another more painful, but
only internal. The Child Jesus caused a wound with an arrow
on December 25, 1696. It was visible outside and blood
flowed.

She says: I seem to remember that another year also on Good

Friday I experienced great pains. Suddenly, without knowing
how, I found myself outside the senses and I seemed to
understand that the Lord wanted to make me feel a little the
pains he suffered in his flogging. In fact, at once it made me
feel many pains again, but I could not say how. I only
remember that I felt intimate sorrow for the pains that my
Redeemer had suffered for me. What a pain it left me of my
faults and what a pity of their sorrows and pains! .

Jesus also made me participate in the agony he suffered in the

Garden and it was such that a sweat of blood came over me.
Sweat broke through the pillow on which my head rested.

One night, when I was in prayer, it seemed to me that I had the

vision of Jesus crowned with thorns, who told me that he had
come to make a barter with me, because he wanted the crown
that I was wearing on his head, giving me instead the one he
was wearing.

Then it seemed to me that my guardian angel took off the

crown on my head and I thought I saw it in his hands and that it
was like an iron ring, two fingers wide and he offered it to the
Lord. When he removed it from my head I felt a great pain and
I seem to remember that the Lord approached me, took off the
crown that he wore on his head and put it on mine with his own
hands. Oh, what pain I felt then! .

By the hand of my guardian angel I have been transported as in

a flight there in the midst of all where the most holy humanity
of Jesus and Most Holy Mary occupied a throne. By order of
them my angel has placed a heavy cross on my shoulders and I
at that moment contemplated myself distinctly with all my past
life. The judges were Jesus and Mary, the saints also seemed
severe judges. My angel made the cross heavier and a bunch of
demons stood before me as if awaiting my sentence of
condemnation. I was afraid and frightened ... Suddenly the
demons were precipitated into the abyss, where they believed
that I was going to be sunk forever ... Then I received an order
from Father Francis to go to Mary's feet and she embraced me
and I He gave a loving kiss.

I had an ecstasy and it seemed to me that I also had the vision

of our Lord and the Blessed Virgin. It seemed to me that my
angel indicated to me some I do not know what, but I saw only
a great light. At last I saw that in this light there was an angel
with a dart in his hand. Suddenly it seemed to me that the dart
was coming towards me and stopped in my heart. I felt a great
pain, but as soon as I returned (ecstasy), I lost consciousness
and it seemed to me that this dart would be in my heart until
my confessor ordered it, since this had been done by the hand
of an archangel and that Grace had never received it before.
My angel took the dart from my heart and this dart was taken
by the Blessed Virgin. It seemed to me that he put it in the side
of Jesus and everything disappeared.

The wound closed instantly but there was ecstasy and it seemed
to me that my guardian angel made the sign of the cross on the
same wound and was suddenly healed. When she came back to
me, I thought I felt she was healed, but I did not look at her. At
that moment a sister came and told me that she came from the
confessor and saw her healed. The sister's face was so beautiful
that it looked like an angel. All this caused me new confusion
and shame.
Another day, from the side of Jesus came a great glow that
came towards me. It stopped over my heart like a small flame
and it seemed to me that a sharp spear pierced my heart from
side to side. And in an instant I felt great pain in my hands and
feet. I seemed to faint in pain. My guardian angel appeared to
me, looking like he was helping me so that I would not fall to
the ground.

In a vision, I have seen Jesus with a heavy cross on his back.

He invited me to take it. I had a desire for her, but I had no
courage to sustain her. He has taken the cross off his shoulders
and put it on mine, but I have fallen to the ground. And the
Lord has made me rise. Suddenly it has disappeared and I have
fallen again. At that time my guardian angel has appeared and
made me raise again and I wanted him to go forward, but I
could not take a step. I have fallen more times and my angel
helped me, making me get up right away.

I had an ecstasy and I found the divine Child all happy and had
all the instruments of passion in his hand. It seemed to me that
my angel suddenly, like a flight, led me there to the feet of
Jesus, who asked my heart. Immediately I saw the heart in his
hands and then he returned it to my chest.

THE SORES
On April 5, 1697, Good Friday, he was in ecstasy in his cell
and Jesus was crucified. Five luminous rays came out of their
sores and printed the sores on Veronica's hands, feet and side.
They spent a lot of time pouring blood, especially on Fridays,
but at last he managed to make them invisible.

One day some priests came to the gate where communion was
given so that, open, they could see the sores printed by Jesus on
Veronica's body. She, with great disgust and annoyance, did it
out of obedience, showing her hands and feet and, through a
small opening that she had made in her habit, they could also
see the sore on her side.

Sister Florida declared: I have seen and observed at least five

or six times the wound on Sister Veronica's side through a
small cut that she had made in her habit for that purpose ... and
I have felt a very mild smell and fragrance that It seemed
heavenly.
Veronica had to endure painful treatments to try to heal the
wounds of her sores on her hands, feet and side. He suffered all
for love of Jesus and for the conversion of sinners.

THE TRANSVERBERATION

The Lord told me: "I want to grant you a new grace". While
this told me, I have seen in the middle of that place, a beautiful
golden chair. A saint was sitting; but I did not know who it
was. The Lord told me: "This is my precious Teresa (of Jesus),
and I want to make you see it in the same way I did when I hurt
her with that dart of love". Suddenly it seemed to me that the
Lord made me a sign that I was there with him. I have seen this
saint, as when she lived. Only that it was surrounded by a great
light and had its eyes fixed on the Lord.

Suddenly I have seen her standing up, as when she was

elevated in ecstasy. Before her was an angel that seemed all
shining. He had a golden arrow in his hands, and he put it into
the heart of Saint Teresa. She has become like a burning
furnace; It was all love; It burned. In an instant, in the same
place, there, next to the Lord, she offered herself totally to
God; and it seemed to me that the Lord would give me to
understand that she, when she was wounded by love, in that
act, made of herself a total dispossession, in such a way that
she never wanted to know what the world was. Entirely
separated from everything and everyone, and placed only in
God, he had no other thought than God and his soul.

While all this made me understand, I saw that the Lord had in
his hand that same arrow that had pierced the heart of the saint.
I was like the attitude of wanting to do the same with me; But
he told me: "My heart is not hurt, so I can not hurt you." At this
moment my guardian angel appeared with a cross in his hand,
which was where the heart was said. The Lord has taken it,
placed it in the middle of the loving heart, and then in an
instant it has pierced it from part to part, with that arrow. Oh
God! What ardent love I seemed to experience.

I have seen that the Lord carried the spear with which he
wounded my heart. I felt great pain and it seemed to fall to the
ground. I was held by my guardian angel and then I saw the
Lord who approached me. From his side came something like
liquor, pouring him over my wounded heart. In an instant a
wound came out of the same wound of my heart, I do not know
what kind of liquor that seemed to reach the wound on Jesus'
side so that they mixed. At that moment it seemed to me that
my angel, with those three saints that I have often indicated,
collected that liquor.

When that liquor came out from the side of the Lord and from
my wounded heart, they both mixed and my guardian angel
picked up that liquor with something in the manner of a golden
cup. So did the three saints who were present. My angel
emptied that chalice in a cup that I had on the little altar and
those saints disappeared with the calyxes full of liquor.

I also saw the holy wounds of Jesus so resplendent and

beautiful that I would only take away seeing them. The one on
the side seemed like a voice inviting me to come near her.
Among those splendors and rays a liquor sprouted and it
seemed to me that the angels with golden chalices were picking
it up. The Lord made me see that at that time I had tasted that
celestial liquor to many souls, their loved ones, but I did not
know who they were. At last he approached me and granted me
that grace. I do not know how to say the softness, nor the smell,
nor the vigor and strength that he gave me. I can not say
anything. I do not know if he was in paradise or how he was.
Taste and liquor of paradise I liked.

DEPOSITION WITH JESUS

On April 11, 1694, when the time of communion arrived, I felt
that my heart was growing more and more in desire and desire
for betrothal. At the moment of approaching communion I
heard singing: "Veni, sponsa Christi", and I understood that the
singers were angels, who seemed to cut my divinísimo
husband. Suddenly I seemed to hear them sensibly with my
bodily ears; but I can not assure you, because it is such a quick
thing that I did just a moment.

To the point I was elevated outside the senses, experiencing

something totally new that had never happened to me. Finding
myself in the rapture all united to the Supreme Good, but
without any vision, I suddenly felt an impetus of rapture and in
him the Lord glorified me with his resplendent, resplendent
wounds.

He was sitting on a throne, which seemed made all of gold,

adorned with beautiful jewels. Both the gold and the jewels
were not of the matter of the golds and of the jewels that are
seen in this land; I would say that the material sun was
darkness compared to the radiance that it gave off. The Lord
was standing as if in the air.

Suddenly he made me see another throne similar to the first

one in beauty and ornament, only that it seemed to me that it
was not carved in gold, but in white alabaster; but also this one
was covered with all the most beautiful jewels, with the same
flashes and rays. It was on the left and so close to the Lord's,
that they seemed to be one. In it I thought I saw the Blessed
Virgin. I can not say a word about her beauty. She was elevated
in the air, turned towards her Son, in the act of begging him
affectionately to accelerate my betrothal. All this I perceived
through intimate communication. The Virgin was dressed as in
white; her dress was covered with precious stones, like
diamonds and other even more beautiful ones; each of them
gave off a great glow. It seemed to me that the meaning of that
garment was manifested to me:

Suddenly Santa Catalina appeared and I thought I saw Santa

Rosa too, but I saw Santa Catalina more clearly. I seemed to
have her by my side and that I was going as if teaching
everything I had to do. I did not see other saints; There was,
yes, a multitude of angels. I can not say how I became aware of
this heavenly company; I could only distinguish the Lord, the
Blessed Virgin and the two saints; but I assure you that I
thought that all paradise was there, since I seemed to be
surrounded on all sides. Seeing me next to Saint Catherine
gave me courage; It seemed to me that little by little he was
driving me near such thrones.

Santa Catalina, began to undress and I was removing one by

one all the clothes I had. As I took them off, they immediately
disappeared. I stayed with the religious habit; but when I saw
myself like this before the Lord, that habit made me blush,
because at the same time, light was communicated to me about
God's gift to those who call religious life.

After all this, it seemed that the Lord, turned to the Blessed
Virgin, indicated that she should dress me again, but she gave a
cloak to Saint Catherine and she covered me with it. At that
moment it seemed to me that a new rapture came to me and I
was transported, as in flight, along with Saint Catherine, in the
middle of the two thrones. The cloak that I was wearing I saw
everything covered with jewels and it was of different colors,
but it seemed that it changed of aspect, now in a way, now of
another, which I was given to understand that it meant the
several species of virtues. How can I not explain it; It just
seemed to me that it was a function as it is the day when we
celebrate the dress of the religious habit.

In this new rapture my soul became more united to God, and in

this union the Lord made me see how the ring he wanted to
give me was stored in his side. He put his hand in it, took the
ring and placed it in the hand of the Blessed Virgin, who had it
so that I could see it very well and it filled me with joy. It
seemed to me that he communicated to me something I do not
know about intimate love. It was all resplendent; it seemed to
be made of gold, but carved in enamel, and the same enamel
formed, in the gem, the name of Jesus. I felt the desire to get
married with the Supreme Good more and more in me. I
seemed to be standing; from time to time he directed loving
glances to the Lord; I seemed to be talking to him, begging him
to hurry to marry me.

Then I had a new rapture; I seemed to receive an invitation,

after which I was placed between the Lord and the Blessed
Virgin. I thought they were both happy, with great joy. I was
neither on my knees nor standing, but I seemed to be as in the
air; Saint Catherine was in front of me, there in the middle.

The Blessed Virgin told me to extend her right hand, but I did
not have the luck to touch her. Then the Lord took my hand
and in that moment I felt more intimately united to him. He and
his most holy Mother placed the ring on my finger, and the
Lord, after wearing it, blessed it. At that moment I heard a
harmony of celestial songs, but I saw neither angels nor
anything: only God and the soul. How I experienced this I can
not say at all: it seemed to me that the entire heavenly Court
had descended there.

Since I married him, the Lord began to give me new

regulations, that is, to be totally subject and dead to his divine
will, to live in this life as if there were no other than him and
my soul, than the most heroic virtues. they opened the way to
all the others, who practiced a more rigid abstinence, which
was more rigorous in penance; finally, that my living would be
a living of the whole crucified, and that, working thus, he
would do everything in my place. I wanted to have total control
in my work, since, in making this betrothal, I had taken
possession of everything.

SPIRITUAL MARRIAGE

It took place on April 7, 1697, two days after receiving the

stigmata. She says: In Holy Communion I had the kiss of
peace, and at that moment she gave me an intimate union with
him and told me that I wanted to carry out that bond and
perpetual union, by marrying him. I said: "Lord, here I am
ready to everything." Then he made me see the Blessed Virgin
with many saints; A crowd of angels sang in a soft voice the
words: "Veni, sponsa Christi." While they were saying,
"Accipe Coronam," the Lord placed a beautiful crown on my
head and, in trying to accommodate me, he made me feel the
throbbing of the thorns of the crown on his head; He would
tighten and adjust that beautiful crown again, which caused me
intense pain. The Lord told me: "
The Lord was standing, glorious, in the way he resurrected. His
most holy wounds shone like so many other suns, and all were
for me like so many other voices that invited me. Oh God! I
can not explain what I experienced at that moment; I do not
know if I was in paradise or if paradise had come to earth. The
sight of the Supreme Good filled me with such joy that it does
not seem possible to compare it with that of the blessed ones.

I felt the desire to get married as soon as possible. Suddenly the

Lord pulled that ring from his side and said: "This is true
betrothal, the others that you have done with me have been
means to reach this perfect betrothal that I am going to seal
with you". Having said this, the Blessed Virgin took my right
hand and offered it to her son; He placed the ring on my finger,
then took me by the hand and said: "Who are you?" I
answered: "Your wife." And Jesus said to Mary: "This is my
wife, she is your daughter, she entrusted it to you".

Father Cursoni said: She told me personally that the Lord

married her and placed two rings on her, in one of them there
was a single precious stone and a cross was printed. In the
other ring there were three different stones. The one in the
middle had the Holy Trinity printed, another had the
instruments of the passion of Jesus and the other had the pains
of the Virgin Mary. These rings sometimes she could see them
visibly and sometimes she saw one and sometimes the other.
So the betrothal was renewed from time to time especially at
the big parties.
And Father Cursoni adds: One day I told Sister Veronica to ask
the Lord to make a ring visible so I could see it, but the Lord
did not respond. Then I asked Sister Florida Cevoli to touch
the finger of Sr. Veronica's hand to see if it was true that she
was wearing the ring. He told me that he had not seen it, but
that he felt a ring and touched it.

THE THREE HEARTS

On July 2, 1705, an impetus of love came to me, I was beyond

the senses and at that moment I had the vision of Jesus and of
the Most Holy Mary. It seemed to me that some rays were
coming out of the hearts of Jesus and Mary, and that Jesus and
Mary were connecting my heart with their two hearts, making
him participate in something I know not as divine.

Another day the vision was repeated and it seemed to me that

the three hearts had united as if they were one, but soon I saw
them separate and then join again. My soul experienced again a
I do not know what superior to what the first time.

Again I had the vision of the three hearts that were Jesus',
Mary's and mine's. Maria snatched it from me, placing it in the
middle of the two. All the saints were admired and suddenly of
three they became one and this ONE she put on me with the
condition that she must have been isolated in the air and not
fixed in her place until she received the obedience of the
confessor.
PART SIX
THE ANGELS

THE ANGEL CUSTODIO

All human beings from their conception have an angel, placed

by God to defend them, assist and guide them through the
difficult paths of life. It is very important to know this and
constantly ask for the help of the angel, because to the extent
that we invoke him and ask him for help, he will help us. He is
a close friend. Always present on cloudy days and sunny days.
Let's not forget about him. Many saints saw him and tell us
about him from personal experience. Let us pay attention to
what St. Veronica tells us about her angel, the inseparable
friend of all life.

Veronica tells us: When I was a child, I often saw a

light next to me, but I did not understand what it was. The Lord
once told me that that person and that light was my guardian
angel (Volume I, page 299)

He tells us: I have seen the three saints of my devotion, that is,
to Saint Francis, Saint Dominic and Saint Philip Neri. My
guardian angel was holding the flag that yesterday I saw in the
hands of the Lord. The aforementioned saints took each one of
them the flag and said: "Victoria, Victoria", returning it to my
guardian angel.
I saw my angel again with that flag in my hand and at the same
time I seem to have seen many saints and the Blessed Virgin,
repeating all: "Victory, victory".

I saw Jesus wearing a beautiful gold necklace around his neck,

signaling me to approach him. For three times he has called me
until finally my guardian angel has taken me there in a
moment. Again he showed me that necklace with which I
longed to bind myself to him, making me understand then that
this necklace meant the bond of charity.

One day I heard someone say to me: Be ready that the Lord
wants to grant you a grace. Who told me that, it seemed to me
that it was my guardian angel. Suddenly for a short time he
gave me the rapture during which I had the vision of our Lord
as he was in the Garden, all dripping with blood, and he said to
me: "Come to me, my beloved."

The Lord confirmed me for his wife, gave me his mother,

entrusted me forever to his custody and again put me under the
care of my guardian's angel. Then he said: "I am all yours, ask
me what you want, I will please you". I answered: "Never
separate from You".

In a vision it seemed to me to be in a great meadow of which

the end was not seen and in which there were many roads but
only one spacious and beautiful, bordered by hedges, which
were made of crosses. The further he went on that road, the
more crosses he saw. In an instant my guardian angel has
shown me and told me: "Do you see the greatness of this
meadow?" There is no beginning or end, the many paths are the
paths and paths that God has for everyone to come to stop to
this true and straight road, where at the present you are you ". I
have asked my angel if I have traveled all those paths I saw and
he has said yes.

I was left out of myself while having a vision: It seemed to me

that my guardian angel was with a priest, who seemed to be
your reverence (his confessor) with the Blessed Sacrament in
his hand and gave it to me in communion. I felt the communion
until the taste of the host and the sweetness that I usually feel
in my mouth after communion. And Jesus in my heart was
saying: "Here I am, what do you want, what do you want?" I
was not happy about it. I regained my senses and like crazy I
did not know what to do.

He gave me a rapture in which the Lord told me: "Do the tasks
of Religion, because they are very pleasing to me and I will
give you special help and I will even help you for your
guardian angel as I did this morning".

One day the Lord has blessed me and made me see that my
guardian angel had in his hand something I know not like a
nun's robe, which he has placed in the hands of the Blessed
Virgin. She has taken off the white veil and dressed me with
this robe and then she has put the veil on me again.

My guardian angel placed a book in my hands and told me that

there were written all the sins that I had committed. It seemed
to me that by giving me this book, I also had a weight so big
that I could not have it in my hand. Feeling such a great weight
increased my pain and I fell right there on the ground.
Finding myself in ecstasy, I found myself on a very narrow and
dark road. Suddenly I saw in the distance a small light that was
coming towards me and, although it was so distant, it made me
see great precipices that were in that way. Suddenly my
guardian angel appeared and explained to me: "That is the way
you were going, losing yourself with the ingratitude you have
had towards God, but now you come with me". He took me out
of that place and put me in a meadow full of flowers. The Lord
suddenly appeared and said to me: "I have come to grant you a
new grace, hearing your confession."

The Lord asked me to make a renewal of myself to his divine

will. My guardian angel gave me to understand that the Blessed
Virgin had obtained from her Son the forgiveness of my sins.

The eternal Father took me for a daughter, the eternal Word for
a wife, the Holy Spirit for a disciple, and the whole heavenly
Court did for me an act of reverence for the Most Holy Trinity.
My soul was guided by my guardian angel at the feet of Mary
Most Holy and she, as a mother of piety, obtained me the
forgiveness of my sins.

Mary Most Holy made a sign to my guardian angel by giving

her one of the chalices in which the blood of Jesus was
collected. And, as if it were a new baptism, in an instant I was
cured and cleansed of sins.
In a vision it seemed to me that the Blessed Virgin, with Jesus
in her arms, was on a throne and around her there were many
saints and a great crowd of angels ... It would seem that God
sent my guardian angel to lead me there throne. Everything
was a matter of a moment ... The Blessed Virgin clothed me
with a very white dress and I seemed to understand that she
offered to God for me her purity, her merits, her works and all
that she had worked and suffered to achieve forgiveness of all
my faults

And whenever I felt bad and needed comfort, I entrusted my

soul and often resorted to the Blessed Virgin, my guardian
angel and all the saints. Other times he entrusted me to my
guardian angel Mary Most Holy and Jesus.

VISIONS

Suddenly I thought I saw five stairs, descending from heaven

to earth. Four were white as ivory; and a red one that was in the
middle. Suddenly it seemed to me to see next to me, my
guardian angel who pointed me to those stairs. I was eager to
go up all of them, but especially for the red, which represented
the precious blood of Jesus. In an instant my angel made a new
sign to the top, where I could barely discover what was there.
Nevertheless, I seemed to see a great light there; and those five
stairs did not end in five; but at the top they seemed one, and
this was the red one.

Oh God! What a yearning I felt to go to them! Again my angel

has signaled me; and then it seemed to me that another angel
started down that ladder. It was halfway up, and then back
again; it stopped at the top and again it came down. And it
seemed to me that I invited my guardian angel and me to go
there. This has been repeated three times. At last, without my
knowing what it was like, like flying, I seemed to be on the
middle staircase, halfway up from where I almost could not see
the earth, so high up! My angel was signaling me to look where
I was; but I understood nothing. I longed to go up there where I
saw that little light; but I cant. I would have liked to reach at
least the place where the five stairs ended in one; but I could
not either.

Suddenly I saw that light disappear and I no longer saw where I

was. My angel has also been hidden, and I am left alone on that
staircase. In an instant I saw all the air full of flies like flies;
and there were so many and so many, that nothing else saw. If I
wanted to look to the earth I saw nothing but them; if he raised
his eyes to heaven, he saw nothing more. It seemed to me that
they caused me such grief, that I can not explain it. For a long
time I was like this, until at last my guardian angel came back,
and in whose sight all those animals fled. I seemed to return
from death to life.

Another day the Lord told me to go with him; but there was a
hill so steep that I did not know how to do it. It seemed to me
that my guardian angel was next to me, who told me that I
should head for that mountain and point to the cross and Jesus
with one finger. He called me and I longed to get there, but I
did not have the courage. I entrusted my guardian angel, who
took me by the hand. I felt prickles of thorns; he could not fix
his foot anywhere, and the more he wanted to move forward,
the more he backed down, because of the torment he
experienced.
My guardian angel was signaling me up there at the top and
Jesus was calling me; but I, looking around, found no support.
Oh God! What a shame it was! At last, my guardian angel has
placed a little basket in my hand, the end of which was in the
form of a cross, and leaning on it, with great torment I have
reached the top. The Lord has made me understand that this
mountain is a symbol of the next suffering that he wants to give
me.

THE ASSISTANT ANGEL

While cleaning my wound on my side, my guardian angel

appeared to me, with corporeal vision, and told me: "Go and do
charity to the sick woman". Then I heard that the same patient
was calling to me. I have run to her and I have done what I
needed. Then it was five o'clock in the morning. I have put
myself in prayer again and given me a new rapture with the
vision of Jesus crucified, who told me: "Tell me: Do you love
me?" And I said: "Yes, my God, I love you and I love you so
much, how much is your love, because with him I love you."
And he made me experience a certain loving union.

Being with these joys, my angel again told me: "The sick
woman is calling you". As it was, I do not know. I have
returned to me; I heard that the same patient called me; I have
done everything I wanted; and, suddenly I have found myself
outside of myself and in union with God.

EL ANGEL COCINERO
After Matins I had a rapture (ecstasy) during which the Lord
made me understand that I wanted to renew the pain of the
wounds. In an instant I felt great pain in them. The Lord has
made me understand, that nonetheless, I did all my tasks; that
he would send me help in a special way for my guardian angel.
I heard all of that, but I had no vision. It only seemed to me
that it was Our Lord, because it left great effects in the heart,
and it gave me great security. And I felt it was him.

Then I came back to myself, feeling excessive pain in my heart,

in my hands and feet, so much that I could not stand up.
Nevertheless, he had great hope in God. The best I could, I
went to the kitchen to light the fire and do all the tasks.
Suddenly it seems to me that my guardian angel has appeared
to me and has told me: "She is calm, I will do everything". And
in an instant it disappeared. In a short time I did many tasks
and chores, and I did not realize anything. I only experienced
that, if I took any weight, suddenly it seemed to me that a
person would help me in such a way that I no longer felt the
weight; if I started cutting wood, suddenly it seemed to me that
it was taken from my hands and I found it cut in an instant.
And as soon as I was doing I experienced the same thing. It
was like outside of me without thinking about how much I had
had at night. I just marveled at doing homework so quickly.
Because I felt a great pain in my hands and sometimes my
nerves contracted.

Suddenly I heard the communion touch and it seemed to me

that I recovered all my strength. After receiving communion he
was like without senses. I seemed to hear like a voice, which I
think was that of my guardian angel, who said to me:
"Remember that you have to go to the kitchen".

Suddenly I found myself in the kitchen without knowing how I

would have done it. I did a large number of tasks; I was always
in a rapture, outside of myself and with the vision of Our Lord.
At times he returned to me, and I realized that he was giving
me the rapture again. That's how I spent the whole morning.

When I brought some things to the pantry, I seemed to feel my

guardian angel beside me, as if there had been a person next to
me. In particular it has occurred to me that, finding myself a
little distant from the door of said pantry, in an instant I have
seen it open wide, before I arrived, and so I have entered it,
again I have seen my angel with corporeal vision, but soon it
has disappeared.

I went back to the kitchen to look for other things, and when I
went back into the pantry, I found it fixed and with everything
in its place. And I was going there to do it, I found everything
done. This, too, I think my guardian angel has done.

One morning, immediately after having received communion, I

had to go to the kitchen, because the one who had to cook,
could not. So, as soon as communion was over, I left the
church to do the chores of the kitchen. When I arrived at her, I
turned my mind to God and said: "Lord, I leave you, for
Yourself, be all for your love!" At this moment I heard an inner
voice and as if there was a person there with me, who said: "Go
to the cell, and let me take care of the kitchen to me". This
voice seemed to me of the Lord. I did not answer Then I went
to the cell, and there I had the recollection and the kiss of
peace.

When I returned to me, I remembered the kitchen. I ran to her

immediately, lest the sisters come and see that nothing had
been done. But when I returned, I found the food cooked and
arranged, which seemed to be on fire for many hours, and yet it
was only half an hour. I thanked the Lord for it, and I tried to
do the rest. But when my kitchen partner came up, she
marveled at how I had managed to cook the food so soon and
said, "Certainly this was your guardian angel, or the Lord." I
laughed and nothing answered. It is true that the food was very
popular with the nuns, and they said that they had never eaten
it so good.

Many times my guardian angel suddenly appeared to me, and

did the tasks for me, or, with his hands next to mine, mitigated
the pain; and I did it all, and, very quickly, without seeing how
I had done it. One morning, among others, when I had to make
the macaroni for all the nuns, I felt a great pain in my hands.
He enjoyed, with the pain he experienced; but, meanwhile,
nature cried, not so much for the pain, as for the fatigue that it
had to endure. After a brief struggle, I took heart and went to
make the pasta. When I was at the door of the pantry, my
guardian angel appeared to me, and he said: "It's quiet, I'll do it
for you." In a short time I did everything, however, because of
the sores on my hands, I could barely handle the roller. And
despite everything,

Likewise, another morning occurred in which he had to do

certain tasks of fatigue. I always had the assistance of the same
angel with corporeal vision; and everything was done with
such alacrity, that I do not know how I wrote them.

Another day I returned to myself after an ecstasy and I

remembered that I should go to the kitchen, to do the chores,
since I was a cook. As soon as I arrived at the kitchen, I saw
the guardian angel with corporeal vision, who did everything I
was doing with me. Oh God! How happy I felt! And I also
seemed to hear the Lord saying, "I am with you, do not doubt."
So, in a short time, I did everything.

My angel appeared to me and said: Go to do the works of

charity in your office, that is the will of the Lord. Suddenly the
same Lord explained to me: "Go away with you". Returned that
I had in me I went to do the tasks and fatigue, being always as
alienated. I seemed to feel the Lord next to me as a creature;
and on the other hand I sometimes heard and saw my guardian
angel. Much of today I had it like that.

I started to pray, but I thought I heard the voice of my angel

who said to me: "Go and do the tasks of your office, there the
Lord loves you." Suddenly I left the church. While I was doing
something a little tiring in the pantry and was about to call one
of the sisters to help me, my angel appeared again and told me:
"I come to help you". And suddenly, in a short time, I did
everything, but I do not know how, because at each moment
the inner sweetness I felt caused me to faint and in an instant I
returned to myself with more strength than before.

I was outside of myself and it seemed to me that my angel told

me that the Lord wanted me to do some works of charity in my
office and that I did not delay. Then I found myself in the
church at the moment when I removed the veil of communion.
As I went to the kitchen, I heard that they had just called me,
but I had only heard the warning the angel gave me, who was
all the rest of that morning doing the tasks with me. And today
I spent most of the day outside of me because of the joy I felt
in the way the Lord had taken my wounded heart.

Father Cursoni, a Jesuit, who at one time was his confessor,

declared that when the Lord gave him the stigmata and could
not work with his hands, his guardian angel assisted and
assisted him in all the work he had to do in the monastery.

EL ANGEL DESPENSERO

One morning, going to the pantry to look for eggs, I

remembered that I did not have enough, and I did not know
what to do. I said among myself: "I will give the few that there
are". Then my angel appeared to me and said: "Be quiet, you
will have plenty of them". So it was. While I was taking them
out, instead of dwindling, there was more and more in the
basket. I spent all week long how many I wanted and had left
for the other week. It seems to me that the Lord did this so that
I would know his divine providence, and he said to me with an
inner voice: "Learn not to fail your neighbors when they ask
you for something, be liberal with everyone and see how you
will never lack something. any".
This prodigy of having multiplied the eggs has happened many
times; but two or three in a special way. When I've been a
cook, I've paid attention and I've been careful how many eggs I
had in the pantry and how many I spent. Once I saved more
than a hundred; and again, I had almost no more than three
days, I spent many more. For certain things that the Superior
ordered me to do, I was using them during the rest of the week,
and there were more than ninety for the next one.

On the day of St. Clare, they sent a very small cake out of
charity to a sister, who told me: "Divide it between two or three
as it seems, because it can not be enough for all of you." I
started making the parts, and as I left, I saw the cake grow. I
made parties for all the nuns and then there was still enough to
give a double ration to the sister who had received it. And the
sisters who had seen the little cake arrive, asked me if the
portions I had made were of that cake they had seen. I said yes
and they said, "Oh, that can not be!"

While this was said, another sister received another cake much
smaller than the first and told me that she did not want it, that I
gave it to whomever I wanted. And I said: "I'll go and see if
there is anyone who wants it." But one of the sisters who had
seen the first, replied: "Give a crumb to each." I took it to the
pantry and started splitting it. The more I broke it, the more
there was. I made enough parts for all; and when I arrived at
the refectory, to give it to the nuns, many marveled and said:
"Is this the cake you had in your hand? ... It can not be". And I
said, that was it. I did not have another thought then. After, I
realized everything. And while doing all these things, my
guardian angel assisted me in a special way.

For two times, being awake to touch Matins (we have the habit
that the candle has the light on) had already turned on the light,
and the Ave Maria in point, although, at Matins should have
been consumed all the oil, I saw that the hours passed, and the
oil in the candle was not consumed in the least. And this has
happened, twice; but I did not know the reason. Now, while I
was praying, it seemed to me that I felt they were telling me
that I had no scruples about spending oil to write; because the
Lord had shown me this miracle of not wasting the oil, so that I
would not have to stop writing what I had ordered, since, by
day, I did not have enough time. And so it was.

THE ANGEL OF COMMUNION

This morning, while the Mass was being celebrated, I had the
vision of Mary Most Holy and of a whole retinue of saints. By
the hand of St. Michael the Archangel I have received Holy
Communion and in it I have obtained many thanks.

This morning at Mass I understood that God wanted me to

make sacramental communion by the hand of my guardian
angel, when my confessor received communion, because that
was how he had sent me. When he was about to receive
communion, my angel told me that said father called me to
give me communion and at that moment I thought I saw my
guardian angel with the host in his hand full of splendor and he
gave me communion instead of my confessor I have felt
communion in my mouth as when I communed.
When my confessor left to celebrate the Mass, I had the vision
of the Blessed Virgin, of the Child Jesus and of many saints,
with the assistance of my guardian angel. Suddenly I thought I
saw my confessor who was with the most holy host in hand to
give me communion and this was before he communed for
himself at Mass. Seeing this, I seemed to be there to receive
Jesus sacramental and immediately my angel gave me
communion, taking the figure of my confessor.

Another day my confessor celebrated the Mass and I

understood that in the first "Memento" he entrusted me in a
special way and that in the Mass he did it three or four times.
But before taking communion, God warned me through my
guardian angel to prepare me, because my confessor wanted to
give me communion. I have recited the Confiteor and it seemed
to me that said father had the Blessed Sacrament in his hand in
the attitude of giving it to me and that my angel would put it in
my mouth. I have seen everything with corporeal vision and I
have felt the same effects that I feel in the sacramental
communion.

One day I longed for Holy Communion. Suddenly I seemed to

hear my guardian angel, who told me: "She is calm, that your
confessor wants to give you communion, and I will be the
carrier of such great food." I was thinking how this could be;
and I remembered that VR had promised to come to celebrate
the Mass here, with us. That's how it went. And while I was in
that mass, I tried to prepare myself for the sacred spiritual
communion; But it was the opposite.
At the elevation of the sacred chalice, I was raptured to the
senses. Finding me in a rapture, I seemed to be again in the
presence of the priest who was celebrating Mass, and I saw him
as if he had had him before me. I was all anxious to receive
him; and while he was about to take the Blessed Sacrament for
himself, it seemed to me that he also invited me to do so; and
by the hand of my guardian angel, I communed with the sacred
host, as if visibly VR had received me. Oh God! The
contentment and sweetness that I experienced, I can not
describe it.

This morning God has come to me spiritually and

sacramentally like these other mornings, having given me the
communion my guardian angel. While my confessor celebrated
the mass, I have received communion by the hand of my
guardian angel as it has happened to me before.

This morning I received communion from my guardian angel

and I felt the effects of it on my soul. This morning, my
guardian angel gave me communion again. At the moment of
communion, God has let himself feel in me, saying: "Say, my
spouse, do you want the whole earth or the heavens?" I
answered: "My heaven is God and I want no more than God,
no more land."

On another occasion, it seemed to me that my guardian angel

warned me to prepare myself for holy communion, since
obedience so wished ... I saw the Blessed Virgin with many
saints and angels who accompanied the Blessed Sacrament. My
guardian angel gave me communion and at the moment I
received Jesus in sacrament, I seemed to ask him for the grace
of the contrition of my sins.

THE ANGEL PRAYER

I went to Matins, but because of the pain in my heart, I could

not stand up. I thought I heard an inner voice and even in my
ears, which told me: "Trust me, do not doubt." Then I was re-
awakened in faith in God and totally confident in his charity, I
started the Matins with the others, but suddenly he gave me
some I do not know what. I was like outside of me. When I
said the psalms, I always seemed to hear a loud voice next to
me that gave me such vigor that I also recited them strongly.
Extraordinary thing, because when the wound in the heart is
open, I can never speak loudly. Sometimes I seemed to see my
guardian angel holding me so I could stand. In this way I
passed all the Matins.

My guardian angel warned me that God wanted to grant me a

special grace to understand something about the point of my
death. At that moment I returned some vigor to the members
and played Matins. I went with the others to the choir and I
thought I had had a particular application in it, although nature
could not do it any more. Renewing an act of faith and
obedience made me overcome everything. My guardian angel
helped me recite the Office and my mind was all applied to
God.

While I was praying Matins, I seemed to feel the Lord and my

guardian angel next to me. I felt so much pain in my hands that
I could barely hold the breviary. I have seen with corporeal
vision my angel that was holding me. And Jesus prayed Matins
with me. According to the words of the psalms and of the
antiphons, it gave me more or less light and understanding.

Once again they played Matins and did not know what to do to
keep me standing and an inner voice told me: "It is quiet that I
will recite with you the Matins and I will assist you in a
particular way". During the Matins he seemed to have the
assistance of my guardian angel with me in a special way.
Nevertheless, he had some turbulence of inner temptation.
Sometimes I could not even utter a word. But suddenly I was
helped without knowing how.

I came back to myself and I heard them singing Lauds. Despite

the great pain I felt in my heart, hands and feet, I began to pray
them, but with fatigue; and if I had not had the assistance of my
angel, I could not have uttered a single word. But he prayed
with me in a loud voice.

ITS ANGELS

God granted Sister Veronica another second guardian angel as

she has done with some special saints, but it is admirable that
she was also assigned a third angel. She says: To keep me and
that I was close to the father (confessor), coming to me only
when the father sent him in all my needs. Let's see some
details.
On January 11, 1712, Mary most holy placed the chalice,
where is the precious blood of Jesus, in the hands of my
guardian angel. The other, in which are the tears of Mary had
another angel, who was one of those who assisted her when
Mary lived on earth. Then I understood that Mary wanted to
give me that angel so that with my guardian they both assist me
and defend my soul ... At the time of communion, Mary made
me see these two angels and made me understand that she
wants this second angel Help me in everything with my
guardian angel. We see here how from the date, our saint had
two guardian angels and no longer speaks of her angel, but of
her "guardian angels", because they are two.

It says on January 15, 1712: This morning in communion I saw

Mary Most Holy and Jesus in her passion. Suddenly I saw the
two angels with the chalices (of the blood of Jesus and the tears
of Mary).

I had the vision of the Most Holy Mary before whom my two
guardian angels presented themselves, to whom she gave the
order to bring the two chalices to her presence. When the
confessor was there to receive communion at Mass, he was
assisted by Mary with my angels. He took in his hand the
chalice, which contains his most holy tears, pouring it over
which the father was about to take from the altar, which,
having enjoyed such a precious treasure, transformed his face
into a seraph.

Mary Most Holy sent my two angels to attend the Mass one on
each side, which made at the same time of the priest everything
he performed as are the signs of the cross with all other
ceremonies, pronouncing together with him all his words . The
seven founders of the servants of Mary, who for a time now I
always see them before Mary, that night and this morning they
have also been close to the father, surrounding him and serving
the holy sacrifice. And with what reverence! .

One day he was presented with a soul from purgatory and

Mary Most Holy asked Veronica if she wanted to go through it
the sufferings of purgatory. She accepted. And it says: Jesus
and Mary gave the blessing to my soul. The laxative soul was
very happy and appeared all beautiful resplendent. I begged
Mary to enrich her with her merits and with those of Jesus and
then my two angels presented the two chalices to Mary, who
ordered the guardian angel of that soul to lead her to the
blessed homeland and that I would be left in pain instead. .

Many demons came to me who bit into each other and wanted
to come to me, but they feared the Blessed Virgin who was
present. She, after having given an order to my two angels,
wanted me to go to meet the demons. They wanted to flee, but
with an imperious mandate she made them stop and told them:
"Here is my daughter, for whom you will all be deceived and
defeated, I am with her, it is mine and it is enough.

While the confessor celebrated the mass, I seemed to see my

guardian angels who attended the holy sacrifice and, while the
priest was consecrating, they had the chalices in their hands.
When the celebrant raised the Blessed Sacrament, both the host
and the chalice, they did the same with their chalices and
offered to God that very precious blood and those tears.
My angels presented me at the feet of Mary Most Holy. She
immediately placed her hand on my head and seemed to say to
me: "My daughter, do what you are commanded, I am willing
to grant you that grace". I asked for the grace of the liberation
of a purging soul and I offered to suffer for it. In the same
instant I was quickly, by the hand of my angels, led to a
solitary, dark and stormy place, where it seemed to me that
there were many souls, of which only one was manifested to
me. My guardian angel told me: "This is what holy obedience
wants." Meanwhile, my other angel with the guardian angel of
that soul took her and led her to Mary's feet.

Tonight the devil's blows with frightening screams, horrendous

voices, along with frightful visions and the like have taken
place. I have turned to Mary Most Holy and my guardian
angels. I have offered the blows as a penance for my sins and
for the conversion of sinners.

In the morning I received communion from the hands of Mary

and, when the father took communion, one of my angels by his
order, took a particle of the same host that the priest had in his
hands and placing it in the hands of Mary, she gave it to me in
communion.

On April 13, 1714, in the morning, in communion, I had the

vision of Mary most holy, of her Son Jesus, of my angels and
of a whole retinue of saints. For the moment my two angels
have joined another who also had a chalice in their hands and I
understood that Mary most wanted this third to stay to keep me
and that I was close to the father, coming to me only when the
father sent him as he does Daily in all my needs. Now he has
three angels at his service, one of them half-time shared with
the confessor.

I had a recollection and I was led by my angels at the feet of

the Most Holy Mary who called my three angels to herself,
took the three chalices in her hands and, turning to my father
confessor, blessed them with them.

Mary called my three angels and took the chalices from her
hands and with them she blessed me and made me understand
that she wanted to renew me and purify my heart with that
precious blood and with her most holy tears.

One day during the Mass, at the moment of the Gospel an

ecstasy came to me and by order of Mary, my angels were
placed at his feet and Mary ordered me to renew the profession
in their hands. There were many saints and all the souls that he
had delivered from purgatory through the obedience of the
confessor.

One of the days the confessor celebrated the mass and I at the
moment of communion went by the hand of my angels led to
the altar at the feet of the priest. Mary most holy ordered my
angels to take a particle of the sacred sacrosanct and I thought I
heard the father utter the words of communion and that the
Most Holy Mary accompanied him repeating them. She gave
me communion herself and I felt the same effects as in the
sacramental communion.

My confessor celebrated the Mass and was in the act of

consecration. By order of Mary, my angels attended in a
special way to all the functions of sacrifice. When the father
placed the Blessed Sacrament on the altar, the consecrated host
was there until the priest communed. The chalice where the
precious blood of Jesus was was accompanied by the other two
chalices that held the angels and I seemed to understand that all
this was one thing. When the priest was to receive communion,
that angel who was helping the father, took a particle of that
consecrated host and placed it in the hands of Mary, who with
it gave me communion.
The confessor told me that in his mass he wanted Holy Mary to
give me communion sacramentally. He commanded me so
much that I obtained the grace and while the father celebrated
the mass, when communion arrived, by the hand of my angels I
was led there to his feet and he told me the words that in the act
of communion are usually said. My angels then took a particle
of the sacred sacrosanct and placed it in the hands of Mary
Most Holy, who with her own gave me communion at the same
time as my confessor. Oh miracle of holy obedience! .

Another day the confessor was celebrating Mass and had the
Blessed Sacrament in his hands to receive communion. Mary
gave orders to my angels so that, assisting the father, they took
a particle of that host. They did this and, placing it in Mary's
hands, she gave me communion with her hands, enjoying at
that moment everything I experience in the sacramental
communion.
SEVENTH
YOUR GLORIFICATION

ABBESS

When Abbess was chosen with 56 years old, she placed in the
choir an image of the Blessed Virgin and before her she placed
the keys of the monastery, the seal, the Rule and announced to
the religious that she was going to be the Vicar and the Virgin
the Royal Abbess .

As Superior, she corrected the abuses and threw the religious

sisters on the path of God to unfurled candles. She put out the
fire that had begun in the church with a simple prayer to Mary.
He built a new wing in the monastery, which was too small to
receive so many young people who wanted to enter that
convent. He made something exceptional in his time:
channeling water from a well to take it to the kitchen and
laundry. The people's alms to the community were numerous
and they did not lack anything. He prayed a lot for the Church,
for the Pope and for peace so that the wars with the Muslims
would cease and the kingdom of God would triumph.

Sr. Gertrudis, a nasturtium from her own convent, declared: I

have seen with my own eyes all the time I have lived with
Sister Veronica, who, while an abbess, was tireless in assisting
sick sisters. He made many exhortations to them, especially
when they were in danger of death, encouraging them to accept
the will of God and to patiently suffer their pains and trust in
their mercy to obtain eternal glory. And the dying felt much
consolation with her at his side.

Being Superiore, I went to the pantry to help the despensera. If

the washing was done, she washed like one more. He also
helped in the kitchen and in the kitchen garden and the same in
other tasks in the convent.

One of the days we had a chapter of guilts (in which each was
accused of their faults before the others). I entrusted myself to
Mary most holy, because she was the abbess and I was outside
of me. I gave them all some exercise and made some
admonition, exhorting everyone to a new life, to charity and
fraternal union, to humility in working, to the presence of God
and to work with purity of intention, with love and for pure
love of God. Mary Most Holy spoke for me.

Mary confirmed me in the office of Vicaria and told me:

"Child, I was the one who wanted it this way, I confirm you in
the office: I am with you and I will do everything through you,
I am the Superior, you must depend on all of me and do
everything with me. "

MIRACLES IN LIFE

Sister Francisca tells us: When Sister Veronica was despensera,

the food in the pantry multiplied like cheese, eggs and fruits.
I've seen it, because I had to help her, since her partner was
sick and I supplied it. One day we took cheese from a container
that had more than half. She asked me to put a certain amount
of cheese in the container and it was full and with twelve
different cheeses. I was surprised and I asked Sister Veronica if
more cheese had come and she said no. I put the twelve cheeses
in a basket and took out for the sisters' expenses. After a few
days, there were eighteen after having already eaten some and
the container was full as before.

I have seen the multiplication of the eggs several times, while

Mother Veronica was despensera, because there were no eggs
for the expense of the monastery and the Mother Abbess, Sr.
Gertrudis, did not want to buy more so as not to make many
expenses and from week to week I found eggs as if they were
not spent. I told Father Baid Antonio and he advised me to
observe well and tell what I had and every time I found that
eggs increased to thirty; once to a hundred. And this I put in
writing and handed it to the confessor.

I have also seen the multiplication of fruits. They brought a

basket of fruit sent by a benefactor and Mother Veronica gave
two or three for each religious in the dining room and the fruits
lasted without finishing. One day I told Sister Veronica what
was happening and she replied: "Eat, eat and do not think of
anything else".

Sister María Tomassini said: I was the one who was the
despensera and one day they gave us a quantity of oil. I
inadvertently and without thinking, I threw it into a vessel
where there was bad oil, so that the new one also failed. When
I realized it, I was distressed and I had it tested by some
religious, but they told me that it was bad and that it could not
be served. I went to the confessional and told it to Father
Raniero Guelfi, our confessor, and I asked him to send
obedience to Sr. Veronica to see the oil. She received the order
and went with me to see the oil. I retired to leave her alone. She
came out of the pantry and told me with a cheerful and smiling
face that she had complied with the order commanded by
obedience. I went into the pantry, I tasted the oil and I felt it
was delicious.

Father José María Guelfi affirms: A few months before the

death of Mother Verónica, I ordered her to take a spoonful of
preserves every afternoon before going to bed. She told me I
was drinking it. I asked him if there was still something left in
the jar and he told me it was full. That seemed difficult to
understand and I told him that that would be because he
disobeyed and did not take what he had ordered. I called Sister
Florida and asked her to give the spoonful of preserves to
Mother Veronica herself every afternoon and to see if the jar
was falling or not. She did it and, after six or seven days, the
jar still had, because it had diminished a little, which she found
extraordinary and prodigious. He brought me the jar and I saw
that he still had a third, which was impossible after he had
given six or seven spoonfuls, for the jar was quite small; and I
recognized that I could barely contain three ounces of canned
food.

Sr. Florida said in the Process: The year of my novitiate was

very expensive and scarce in the convent. Mother Veronica
was the Master of Novices and took from the pantry a little
bottle for the light of the novices at night; I would have about
six or seven ounces. The first time I took it without putting
more oil, it lasted all year of my novitiate; and before I did the
novitiate, I had also taken a little and it had lasted a long time.
That is why the novices used to call it the "vial of oil multiplied
by the novices."

And he adds: One month after doing my profession, I had some

sciatica pain and I had to stay in bed for six or seven days.
Sister Veronica was my teacher and told me not to be afraid,
that I would be healed. He made the sign of the cross with a
reliquary that contained a relic of the Virgin Mary, I do not
know if it was his veil or something else and, at once, I was
healed and I got up from the bed and went with Sr. Veronica
and other nuns in procession to the church carrying the relic in
my hands, to thank God for the received health.

Another case was that of Sr. María Victoria. Some ulcers came
out in Sister Victoria's hands, so it looked like she could not
use her hands for any work. How many remedies they gave
him, they did not do anything to him and this lasted for two or
three years. One day he got a piece of Sister Veronica's habit
and told me and other religious that he wanted to put that cloth
in his hands to see if he could get health. And in fact she put it
on one afternoon, before going to bed, and in the morning she
was totally healthy. Only red signs remained, which
disappeared in two or three days.

Sister Francisca notes: One of my nephews, named Angel, had

a cataract in one eye that everyone said it was impossible to
heal. In fact, the remedies he was given did nothing to him. I
gave her some water in which Sister Veronica had washed her
hands. My sister Jacinta had given it to me and I had put it in a
small vessel, which we sent to the nephew. He bathed his eye
with the water and was perfectly healthy in two or three days.
His wife sent me the empty vessel, telling me that the vessel
had a very soft and pleasant smell. And the sister tornera when
receiving the vessel, she asked me what it contained, since it
felt a very pleasant smell. I answered that I had sent my
nephew that vessel with good water for the eyes.

Father Tassinari tells us: I gave Sister Veronica the order to

write down everything that happened to her. Many times he
wrote at night and lit a lamp and put it on a small board,
holding the board on his knees. And it happened that, finishing
writing, he found that the lamp, without having moved it and
having burned for a long time, had not gone out as it should
have done. And this I know, because she told me about it
herself.

Another case told by Sr. Gertrudis: I remember that when I was

a novice, Sr. María Costante Sparacciari had erysipelas on one
leg and had to stay in the infirmary. Mother Veronica was
entrusted to pray to the Lord and heal her. Sister Veronica was
then a novice mistress and encouraged her to trust in the Lord
and the erysipelas disappeared from one moment to the next
and appeared to Mother Veronica on her leg.

HIS DEATH
On June 6, 1727, while Veronica was in the choir to receive
communion, she had a stroke, which affected the entire left part
of her body. The doctor Francesco Gentili considered it
appropriate to give him a fire button on the nape of the neck,
then the surgeon did a bleeding on his right arm, but they did
not do anything to him. For 33 days he suffered his last illness
with a lot of fever and pain throughout the body. He had a great
desire to receive communion and insisted a lot during those last
days so that the confessor would bring him communion every
day.

In his bed he held a small crucifix in his hands and stared at it

and kissed the sores. Until two days before he died, he had a
very clear mind. Father Rainiero Guelfi administered the last
sacraments of confession, communion and anointing of the
sick.

Sister Florida informs that, before receiving communion, she

said some words to the religious so that they would always live
in peace and observe the Rules of the Order, asking everyone
for their faults and bad examples. When the bishop came, she
asked him for the cross he had around his neck and she kissed
it and made the sign of the cross with her. When the bishop
said goodbye, he asked her for his blessing and he put his hand
on her mouth to kiss the episcopal ring.

Father José María Guelfi affirms: He asked me several times in

his last illness for permission to die and I did not want to give it
to him until, seeing it reduced to the last of his strength and
knowing that he had committed himself to the Virgin Mary to
die with the merit of obedience, I gave it to her mentally and
she realized immediately, because by fixing her eyes on me and
then on the religious sisters present, she expired a short time
later. It was July 9, 1727. His last words were: Love has been
left to find. This is the cause of my pain. Tell everyone. I have
found Love.

After his death, the same day, the surgeon took out his heart
and opened it, they could see the figures that she had
previously announced. This was considered by the doctor and
the surgeon who treated her as a supernatural and miraculous
prodigy.

In his heart God imprinted the instruments of his passion:

crown of thorns, spear, reed, nails, the seven swords by the
seven pains of Mary and some letters: CFOPV, which meant
Charity, Faith or fidelity to God, Obedience, patience or suffer
and God's will or humility (umiltà in Italian). A few months
before he died, the Lord had granted him to engrave in his
heart the figures of two small flames and a flag, on which were
the letters JM (Jesus and Mary). And, when they opened their
hearts on the day of his death, they found all those figures that
she had previously announced.

By order of the bishop, they waited until one o'clock on the

night of the ninth of July to give the news, ringing the bell of
the convent. Immediately a great contest of people of all kinds
arrived. Much greater was the next day in the morning. The
church was filled with ladies, gentlemen and people from all
walks of life. Everyone wanted to see his body. It was
necessary to put the corpse in the closing and close the doors,
but the people called and wanted to throw the doors. After
taking out his heart and examining it, they took out his corpse
to expose it to the faithful and as soon as possible they buried
him in the pavement of the choir. Everyone wanted relics and
for many days they asked for relics from different places to ask
God for their health through his intercession.

Bishop Codebó, on March 4, 1728, had the coffin removed,

because it was flooded by the heavy rains that year, and had it
placed in a shallow pit in the middle of the church choir. There
he stayed until September 11, 1730 when they exhumed his
remains. There was no bad smell and again they buried their
remains in the same place as the choir.

On September 10, 1749, they collected their remains in glass

vases with annotations of their contents to have them as relics
for the veneration of the faithful.

MIRACLES FOR BEATIFICATION AND CANONIZATION

The miracles approved by the Vatican Commission were: The

instant and perfect healing of Sr. Maria Magdalena Boscaini of
a long tabes (consumption) of serious symptoms, recovering
her strength entirely. It happened in 1730.

The also perfect healing of Maria Catalina Gabani of an

arthritic rheumatism, which completely impeded the movement
and could recover fully in 1749.

For these two miracles accepted by the Vatican commission,

she was beatified on June 17, 1804 by Pope Pius VII.
The other two miracles for her canonization were the healing of
Sr. Maria Geltrude Camilletti of pulmonary phthisis, following
an apparition of Blessed Veronica and the total restoration of
her health in 1815.

Equally the total perfect and instantaneous recovery of Sor

Scolastica Gigli from a fracture of the fibula of the right leg.
For these two miracles she was canonized by Pope Gregory
XVI on May 26, 1839.

His feast is celebrated each year on July 9, the day of his death
and his triumphal entry into heavenly glory.

REFLECTIONS

One of the things that impress most when reading the life of
Saint Veronica Giuliani is the tenderness of God. A human and
close God. A God who becomes a child to play with men, who
are eternal children. An omnipotent God, who descends to us
and does not want bombastic titles of Almighty, high and
almighty Lord, eternal God of heaven and earth, but prefers a
closeness and trust like a dad with his little boy, whom he
embraces and kisses and cradle and play to make him happy.
Obviously for this you need to have faith. People who do not
believe in God or who live far from him, even if they say they
believe, can not understand this closeness and tenderness of a
wonderful God, who is both Dad and all-powerful.
Precisely one of the most important teachings of the Gospel is
that Jesus called his Father Abba, that is, Dad. Abba was the
Aramaic word that the Hebrew children said to their parents
with affection and that translates as a father. That is the word
that Mark clearly tells us that Jesus used in the most difficult
moments of his life. The moments when blood was sweating in
Gethsemane: Dad, if possible remove this cup from me, but do
not do my will but yours (Mk 14, 36). Saint Paul learned the
lesson and uses this word Abba in (Romans 8, 15) and in
(Galatians 4, 6).

On the other hand, let us remember that Jesus, with humble and
simple children, manifested himself with all his love and
affection. That's why, when the children approached him, he
kissed them and smiled, hugged them and imposed their hands
to give them his blessing. St. Mark in the chapter (10, 15-16)
says: If you do not become like children you will not enter the
kingdom of heaven. And he embraced the children and blessed
them by imposing their hands. Evidently, although the text
does not say it expressly, Jesus was very happy and smiled and
kissed them like a father to his children.

Something similar happened to the rich young man (Mk 10,

14). He tells us the sacred text that looked at him and loved
him. That look full of tenderness and love would also be with a
smile, because he was proposing the best he had: his kingdom.
If you want to be perfect, sell what you have, give it to the poor
and come and follow me. At that time Jesus was inviting him
to follow him full time and without conditions. The young
man, the Gospel says, left sad because he had many assets. If
he had followed Jesus now he would surely be one of his
apostles, a great saint recognized in the whole world, but where
will he be? In the sky? In hell? In the case of the leper healed
by Jesus, we are told that Jesus tenderly touched (with
tenderness) the head (surely he smiled) and healed him (Mk 1,
41).

In the life of Saint Veronica the great teaching of St. Therese of

Lisieux is lived: the doctrine of spiritual childhood, feeling like
children to approach our Father God. See Jesus as a friendly
and close God and treat him with confidence and simplicity,
giving him spiritual kisses, offering him small gifts of flowers,
alms, prayers, or talking as two friends do.

On the other hand let's not forget that Maria appears in the
Diary as the mother. Santa Veronica called her with the sweet
name of Mama. I said: dear mom. And Mary had her as a true
daughter and Mary was the one who introduced her to her Son
Jesus, when Jesus made the wedding with her.

Furthermore, let us not forget that the guardian angel was for
her his inseparable friend and we must count on him as St.
Veronica did, especially in important moments of life. Before
God we are all like little children, in need of care and
protection. And precisely God, like a good father, has entrusted
us to the angel to take care of us and protect us from all evil
and from all the power of the evil one.

And this without forgetting the saints and angels that surround
us and also as brothers and friends we can and must invoke to
obtain many blessings that we could not otherwise receive.
To conclude this reflection, let us say that the life of Saint
Veronica is a gold mine and an inexhaustible source of
teachings for our spiritual life. Let's live this life with Jesus and
Mary, with the saints and the angels and everything will be
easier in our journey. Have a good trip through life and do not
forget that a good angel accompanies you and you have a
mother in Mary and that Jesus wants to be your friend and
waits for you every day in the Eucharist.

CONCLUSION

After having read the life of Saint Veronica Giuliani, we can

sing a song of praises to our creator for the masterpiece he
made in it.

His life really confirms us in the different aspects of our

Catholic faith, from the existence of the devil and the souls in
purgatory to the sufferings of Jesus in his passion, the presence
of Mary, as a mother, and that of the guardian angel as
inseparable companion of the life.

Another thing that we can not forget is the existence of

miracles. God gave him the power to do some miracles, which
surpassed the forces of nature, not only in life, but also after his
death. Father Cappelletti, who was his confessor, also wrote a
diary between 1702 and 1707, in which, in addition to
confirming everything she says in his diary, he refers 13 cures
that he knew first-hand. Summarium also recounts 16
miraculous cures. And this without counting those that were
approved by the Vatican Commission for his beatification and
canonization and those that God has done and continues to do
through his intercession to manifest his glory.

And finally, we can only raise our mind to God, our Father,
who has done a wonderful work in his life and has marked
once again in this holy a way to reach holiness.

Brother reader, may God bless you through Mary and your
guardian angel. And be holy. This is my best wish for you. God
bless you

Your brother and friend forever.

P. Ángel Peña OAR
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CHRONOLOGY

On December 27, 1660 in Mercatello Veronica was born.

In 1663, with frequent three years of conversations with the
Child Jesus and the Virgin Mary.

On April 28, 1667 his mother died and receives confirmation.

In 1669 he transferred with his father to Piacenza.

On February 2, 1670, he received the first communion.

In 1672 he returns to Mercatello to his uncle Rasi's house.

On October 28, 1677, he entered the convent.

On November 1, 1678, he made his profession.

On April 4, 1681, Good Friday, Jesus puts the crown of thorns

on her head and constitutes a mediator to pray for sinners and
the liberation of souls from purgatory.

On September 17, 1688, she was named Master of novices with

27 years of age.

On April 11, 1694, Easter of Resurrection, receives the

mystical betrothal.

On April 5, 1697, Good Friday, he receives the stigmata of

passion.

On January 15, 1712, he received a second guardian angel.

On April 5, 1716 is named Abbess.

On August 14, 1720, he began to write under the dictation of
the Virgin.

On June 6, 1727, he has a stroke.

On July 9, 1727, he died at age 67 and 50 from being in

closure.

On June 7 she was proclaimed blessed by Pope Pius VII.

On May 26, 1839, she was canonized by Pope Gregory XVI.

On May 16, 1993, Pope John Paul II beatified his vicar, Sr.
Florida Cevoli, who was Abbess of the monastery after the
death of Sister Veronica.

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