Early Years 2• Apparitions of the Virgin Mary to Veronica Lueken

       
 

that we find on the faces of those around us. He has a face just radiating love and emotion. Oh, He must be very sensitive to what's going on here on the Earth now, because as I watched He looked to His right, and sort of downward. The expression on His face was so heartbreaking! The only way you could explain it, was He was saying, “I can't believe it! I can't believe it!”

I did notice that His hair was very dark and long. In fact, I really can't be sure how I ever got up so close to Him. But at one point, I was so close, it was as though He were kissing me on the forehead. I could see where the stubble, the black stubble was growing into His skin. And then I noticed, too, that He had this beautiful white light coming out from under His skin, just like St. Theresa had. And this light, as it grew brighter, it seemed to obliterate everything but His eyes, so that you couldn't really distinctly explain to anyone the shape of Our Lord's nose or His mouth; because the light seemed to obliterate everything but the eyes. That always makes me feel that the eyes are mirror of the soul.

Well, when I first saw Jesus, it surprised me that the first thing that entered my mind was, “Oh, He looks so young to be God!” I don't know what I expected...you know somebody looking like a prophet. But He was very handsome.

 

Then, also, I noticed He had something on His head that was quite different then what we see on the statues, or in pictures of Jesus' crown. Now I would assume then, what I saw...perhaps the thorns were underneath His basket-weave, up there on His head. It was a very heavy — more like a cap, and it was like rolled in wood, sort of a reddish-brown wood, but it covered His whole head, even to the back of His neck, and down to His eyebrows. It looked so big and heavy.

  which looked to me white from where I was standing. But She also had that very—oh that, that anguished appearance of Her chin, which was hanging down on Her chest in terrible sorrow. But She disappeared, and I could see Her as a very tiny figure way off in the distance, on a hillside looking down, but in terrible sorrow again.

THE EAGLE AND THE OWL
Well, then She disappeared, and in Her place, so life-like, the clearest picture of the whole vision was this bald white Eagle. Its feathers were so beautiful and white, and it was peacefully sitting there. I guess in the West, I would say. And then, I looked over to the Eastern area, the other side of the Eagle, like say the eagle's right side, and—oh, my goodness! I was almost frightened to death because there was a figure there, like something from the children's Mad magazine. Oh, it was a monster! But then as I watched this grotesque-looking glob of, whatever it was—monstrous being—I noticed it turned into an Owl with two huge eyes, and the eyes were staring over at the Eagle. And that was the end of the vision.

INVASION OF CZECHOSLOVAKIA
Veronica—Everything I'm telling you is written down, with dates; I'm only going from my memory, trying to remember. But anyway, it was back in, I think it was September, 1968 [It

 

Our Lady of LaSalette

OUR LADY OF LASALETTE?
Well, then I was forced to look to the right, and I saw this figure of what I thought was this young boy, at first—a very slim tiny figure; but then I noticed it was a woman, because when the person turned to the left I could see Her hips, and the way Her gown—dress—was very high with a scarf or mantle over Her head,