Veronica received the stigmata of the hands and feet.
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Acts of Faith, Hope, and Charity.
Jesus never said a word.
Cap of thorns.
Jesus carries big crossbeam.
Man with turban shoulders beam.
The pain in Jesus' eyes.
One large spike through both feet.
Mary clung to His feet.
March 8, 1971
VERONICA WITNESSES PASSION OF JESUS
The Passion was seen in vision by Veronica during
the praying of the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary. Present during this
phenomenon were Camille Debrowski, Ben and Mary Salomone, and Evelyn Murphy.
Veronica received the stigmata of the hands and
feet at this time. A cross appeared on her right foot in the instep area,
directly in line with the big toe and second toe, near the center of the
instep, but over more to her left side of the instep, centered between the
ankle area and toes. The nail bruise appeared on the instep of the left
foot, more centered between the second and third toe from the large toe,
at the center of the instep. The right foot was crossed over the left. The
cross fitted perfectly in line with the nail mark on the left foot. 
The Passion as related by Veronica:
"Jesus started by requesting that on the three
initial beads of the Rosary we say the Acts of Faith, Hope, and Charity.
Then we entered into the Sorrowful Mysteries.
THE AGONY IN THE GARDEN
"During the first decade I saw Jesus on His
knees, bent over in anguish, praying. He was wearing a long, burgundy-colored
cape over an inner garment of beige-colored material, long and flowing,
There was a great sadness in His face, great sorrow. He was talking to His
Father in Heaven:
" 'Father, I will drink of this cup, down
to the last dreg, if it be Your will. It is not I that should seek that
this cup be removed from Me. My strength is everlasting in the light, and
My heart a bleeding vessel for this cup.'
THE SCOURGING
"During the second Mystery, I cried out, "No!
No! Stop that!" For there was our beloved Jesus being pulled to and
fro as His tormentors pulled His upper garment from His back. They tied
His wrists together and drove a spike into an upright beam. Jesus' hands
were bound by strips of a brown, leather-like cord. Then the central part
of the cord that bound His hands was looped over the spike in the beam.
Poor Jesus was pinned by His hands.
"There were five people in this cave-like
room that appeared to be dug out of a hillside, a sort of hole-room in the
hillside.
"I screamed and winced as two soldiers took
turns hitting Jesus' bare back with a long brown, leather-like strap. On
this strap were metal hooks, laid horizontally all along the strap. These
nail-like, claw-like fixtures on the strap cut and scratched deeply into
Jesus' flesh, causing blood to pour out. It was a despicable game with the
soldiers. They laughed and joked. Jesus never said a word.
"I cried, 'Say something! Say something!'
He could save Himself, but Jesus remained silent as they spat and insulted
Him. His back became a mass of welts and tom flesh. Jesus was barefoot;
His sandals had fallen off as they banged a stake higher into the pole and
raised poor Jesus up so His toes barely touched the floor. The floor was
just dirt and blood. The soldier remarked, 'Maybe they cut out His lying
tongue. Ha, ha!' Our poor Jesus remained silent.
"Off to the side I saw a room. There was a
large, kettle-like pot, real old looking--of rough metal, a deep reddish-brown
in color, very large. Underneath was a fire burning; there was a heavy liquid
bubbling. Off to the side was another, longer metal receptacle filled with
water. There were two soldiers dressed in short dresses--short, knee-length
skirts, with pointed metal pieces hanging down in a pattern of triangles
all around the waist, front and back.
"They had a metal, vest-like covering on their
chests and silver-colored metal headpieces that were shaped like a cap,
but swooped up to a flowing design on the top. Three other men were almost
naked, dressed in diaper-like clothing. They were holding a long piece of
metal. They placed the end in the large kettle; it had a red-hot glow. Then
the third man had a large, mallet-like hammer, and he beat on the hot metal.
He was pounding it round and round until it looked like a spike. He would
then douse it in that metal water trough. Two soldiers were talking over
at the side. Later they took the five spikes. (There were five large spikes
made.)
THE CROWNING WITH THORNS
"I then saw Jesus. He had been cut from the
post and had fallen over. A soldier roughly pulled Him over to a wicker-like
stool and plunked Jesus onto it. Poor Jesus hung forward, and a nasty soldier
put a long stick in His hands to balance Him up, and yelled, 'Ha, ha! So
this is the King of the Jews! Let's dress Him as fitting!'
"The soldier went outside, to return with
an armful of brier bush. He used the metal tongs to make it easier to handle.
He made a sort of cap and stuffed a circlet of briers into it. In that way
he could handle it better and shove it on poor Jesus' head. The thorns were
too hard to weave, to stay together, so the cap was thought of. It was so
big, and he kept batting it down with a stick. The sadist gloated as he
swung. Jesus, dearest Savior, said never a word. The pain was excruciating.
Tears coursed down the cheeks of our poor Jesus, but they were of sorrow.
The greatest pain was in His heart!
"Jesus' hands were tied again with the brown,
leather-like material; and He was dragged to His feet. The soldier draped
His top gown over His torn back. Oh, I could see it stick to His oozing
blood. Oh, it was horrible!
THE CARRYING OF THE CROSS
"Then a soldier pushed Jesus out of the hole-like
entrance, and down a road. There were many people, all in a spirit of carnival.
Two soldiers pushed Jesus over to the side of the big crossbeam which was
carried through the crowd. It looked like a heavy log--real rough, and a
brownish wood. Two soldiers stood it up and another put Jesus over to it.
Two soldiers started to tie His hands onto it. It was supported across His
back and on the shoulders. It looked awfully heavy and awkward. The brown
leather rope was taut across His elbow area. He seemed to be balancing and
supporting the beam as He struggled on.
"There were three ladies and a man walking
off to one side with Him. The ladies were weeping silently. The man had
his arm about a lady. The man was very tall. He had a long, brown gown on,
and he had a brown beard and dark brown hair. The ladies wore beige-colored
gowns; but one lady had a purple, coat-like garment over hers.
"Jesus tripped and fell. He was so weak now,
the beam had thrown Him off balance as He staggered. Poor Jesus fell. One
nasty old man ran out of the crowd to spit and kick Him the nasty old beast!
I tried to tear off my tunic to wipe the blood out of His eyes. It was awful!
He looked up at me--the soldiers wouldn't let me through. I pulled at my
hair in frustration and anguish. Jesus looked at me, and I saw the love
of an eternal, glorious promise, I cried, 'What could I do?' I screamed,
'Help Him! Help Him, please!' I, Veronica, was helpless to lift the cross.
I could only hope to wipe His dear face.
"Soon a soldier grabbed a man out of the crowd.
This man had a long gown on with stripes down the front, and he had a turban
wrapped around his head with stripes in the front. He sure didn't want to
carry the beam, but they knew Jesus couldn't make it to the outskirts of
the town. So this man shouldered the beam while the insane crowd taunted.
Jesus was pushed and pulled along. Dirt and blood were all over Him; He
was a picture of bloody grime.
"I was retching; I was sick. Oh, such a horror!
Such torture! How could they do this to Him? What did He do but love everyone!
Beasts! Beasts! Soon the soldier ran up with the five spikes. When they
reached the hill, there was a long piece of wood already on the ground.
A soldier lifted the beam from the shoulders of this other man and threw
it to the ground. Two other soldiers placed it on top of the long piece
of wood to form a cross--long all the way down, and sort of sticking out
at the top. They slammed one spike into the two beams and the cross was
made.
THE CRUCIFIXION
"Two lousy soldiers threw Jesus to the ground,
and they pulled His arms out to stretch across the cross beam. Oh, how it
hurt, the back so torn! I could see the pain in Jesus' eyes, but He never
uttered a word. He just looked sad. Then they took brown, leather-like cord
and wrapped it around His wrists at the board, bound to the board. Then
they lifted and tied the wrists to the board, bound and wound the leather
cord around the ankles and the wood to hold Him in place. 
"Then the spikes were thrown onto the ground,
and one soldier got down on his knees and he placed the spike in the center
of the palm of poor Jesus' hand. With that metal mallet he drove it in through
the skin and out into the board. I screamed! I threw up! This was repeated
on the right hand. Then Jesus looked up to the sky. They started on the
legs one large spike into both feet, His right foot over the left, at a
twisted sort of angle, placed to lie flat against each other. I retched
as I heard the metal against flesh and bone and wood. One spike protruded
out the other side. They hammered a block of wood under His poor feet, 'to
line 'em up,' they said. It was awful!
"I looked off into the crowd. Oh, there were
only nine people there to stay with Jesus. I now knew His Mother, Mary Cleophas
(the wife of Clopas), Mary Magdalen, and John. Oh, poor Jesus--never a word
did He say as they nailed Him to the wood. Oh, such love!
"Soon two soldiers lifted the head of the
wood and three the bottom, carrying Jesus on the cross, and dropped the
end into a hole. It went in with a thump! Jesus winced. And it tore His
hands more. Blood was trickling down His face. He couldn't move His head.
The pain was awful; each movement cut deep. He sagged a bit, but pulled
upward. The sagging tore more.
"Mary and Mary ran up to Him. They did not
speak at first; they could talk with their eyes to each other. They didn't
need words. John came over, for Jesus' bottom tunic fell down. Oh, dear,
He was almost naked. I turned away, but John ran over and tied sort of knots
in it, like a diaper. Oh, the humiliation to poor Jesus! Then Jesus said
to John: "Behold, John, your Mother! And this, Mother, is Your son!
I must go to the Father soon."
"The crowd started to move off. Jesus cried:
"Abba, abba sabba la bec tori"--that is what it sounded
like--a foreign sound. Sabba sabba sabba la bec tori. (I can't spell it
well, just by sound.) Then He looked up. "I thirst!" (This
I heard in English.) "... Water, yellowish water.... Jesus' head hung
down to His right. It became dark, so dark. Everyone went away but the nine.
They all came close; and Mary clung to His feet, wordless in sorrow."
Veronica finished the recitation of what she experienced
to find her feet swollen and her arms sore, the feet marked and the hands
stinging. Her wordless reaction was a mixture of wonder, joy, and love--joy
that now she could join Jesus in His suffering and hold His hand on the
road to the Kingdom.