The words of Our Lord to St. Bridget of Sweden, on the mystery of the incarnation and the descration & rejection of the Faith.
“I am the Creator of the heavens and the earth, one in Divinity with the Father and the Holy Spirit. I am the one who spoke to the patriarchs and the prophets and the one whom they awaited. For the sake of their longing and in agreement with my promise, I assumed flesh without sin and concupiscence, by entering the womb of the Virgin like the sun shining through the clearest gem. For just as the sun does not damage the glass by entering it, likewise the virginity of the Virgin was not lost when I assumed Manhood. I assumed flesh in such a way that I did not have to forsake my Divinity, and I was no less God – with the Father and the Holy Spirit, governing and upholding all things – although I was in the womb of the Virgin in my human nature. Just as brightness is never separated from fire, so too, my Divinity was never separated from my Humanity, not even in death.
Thereafter I allowed my pure and sinless body to be wounded from the foot to the head, and to be crucified for all the sins of mankind. That same body is now offered each day on the altar so that mankind might love me more and remember my great deeds more often. But now I am totally forgotten, neglected, despised, and expelled as a king is from his own kingdom and in whose place the most wicked robber has been elected and honored.
I have indeed wanted my kingdom to be within man, and by right I should be King and Lord over him, for I made him and redeemed him. However, now he has broken and desecrated the faith which he promised me in his baptism, and he has broken and spurned my laws and commandments which I prescribed and revealed to him. He loves his own will and refuses to hear me. In addition, he exalts the most wicked robber, the devil, above me and has given him his faith. The devil really is a robber, since he steals for himself, by way of evil temptations, bad councils, and false promises, the human soul that I redeemed with my blood. But he does not do this because he is mightier than me; for I am so mighty that I can do all things with a word, and so just, that even if all the saints asked me, I would not do the least thing against justice.
But, since man, who has been given free will, willfully rejects my commandments and obeys the devil, it is only right that he also experiences his tyranny and malice. This devil was created good by me, but fell by his own wicked will, and has become, so to speak, my servant for inflicting vengeance on the workers of evil.
Yet, even though I am now so despised, I am still so merciful that whoever prays for my mercy and humbles himself in amendment shall be forgiven his sins, and I shall save him from the evil robber – the devil. But to those who continue despising me, I shall visit my justice upon them, so that those hearing it will tremble, and those who feel it will say: “Woe, that we were ever conceived or born! Woe, that we ever provoked the Lord of majesty to wrath!”
But you, my daughter, whom I have chosen for myself, and with whom I now speak in spirit: love me with all your heart – not as you love your son or daughter or parents, but more than anything in the world – since I, who created you, did not spare any of my limbs in suffering for your sake! Yet, I love your soul so dearly that, rather than losing you, I would let myself be crucified again, if it were possible. Imitate my humility; for I, the King of glory and of angels, was clothed in ugly, wretched rags and stood naked at the pillar and heard all kinds of insults and ridicule with my own ears. Always prefer my will before your own, because my Mother, your Lady, has, from the beginning to the end, never wanted anything but what I wanted.
If you do this, then your heart shall be with my heart, and it will be inflamed by my love in the same way that anything dry becomes rapidly inflamed by fire. Your soul shall be so inflamed and filled with me, and I will be in you, so that everything worldly becomes bitter to you and all fleshly lusts like poison. You will rest in the arms of my Divinity, where no fleshly desires exist, but only spiritual delight and joy which fill the delighted soul with happiness – inwardly and outwardly – so that it thinks of nothing and desires nothing but the joy which it possesses. So love me alone, and you will have all the things you want, and you will have them in abundance. Is it not written that the oil of the widow did not decrease until the day the rain was sent to earth by God according to the words of the prophet? I am the true prophet! If you believe my words and follow and fulfill them, the oil – joy and jubilation – shall never decrease for you for all eternity.”
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a blood-red robe, a great banner in his hand. A desperate struggle was going on below – green and blue combatants against white, and over the latter, who seemed to be worsted, appeared a fiery blood red sword. None knew they they fought. The church was all red like the angel, and I was told that it would be bathed in blood. The longer the combat lasted, the paler grew the color of the Church, the more transparent it became. Then the angel descended and approached the white troops. I saw him several times in front of them. Their courage was wonderfully aroused, they knew not why or how, and how the angel struck right and left among the enemy who fled in all directions. Then the fiery sword over the victorious whites disappeared. During the engagement the enemy’s troops kept constantly deserting to the other side; once they went in great numbers. 
Numbers of saints hovered in the air over the combatants, pointing out what was to be done, making signs with the hand, etc., all different, but impelled by one spirit. When the angel had descended, I beheld above him a great shining cross in the heavens. On it hung the Saviour from whose wounds shot brilliant rays over the whole earth. These glorious wounds were red like resplendent doorways, their center golden-yellow like the sun. He wore no crown of thorns, but from all the wounds of His head streamed rays. Those from His hands, feet, and side were fine as hair and shone with rainbow colors; sometimes they all united and fell upon villages, cities, and houses throughout the world. I saw them here and there, far and near, falling upon the dying, and the soul entering by the colored rays into the Saviour’s wounds. The rays from the side spread over the Church like a mighty current lighting up every part of it; and I saw that the greater number of souls enter into the Lord by these glittering streams. I saw also a shining red heart floating in the air. From one side flowed a current of white light to the Wound of the sacred side, and from the other a second current fell upon the Church in many regions; its rays attracted numerous souls who, by the Heart and the current of light, entered into the side of Jesus. I was told that this is the Heart of Mary. Besides these rays, I saw from all the wounds about thirty ladders let down to the earth, some of which, however, did not reach it. They were not all alike but 
narrow and broad, with large and small rounds, some standing alone, others together. Their color corresponded to the purification of the soul, first dark, then clearer, then gray, and, at last, brighter and brighter. I saw souls painfully climbing up. Some mounted quickly, as if helped from above, others pressed forward eagerly but slipped back upon the lower rounds, while others fell back entirely into the darkness. Their eager and painful efforts were quite pitiful. It seemed as if they who mounted easily as if helped by others, were in closer communication with the Church. I saw, too, many souls of those that fell on the battlefield taking the path leading into the body of the Lord. Behind the cross, far back in the sky, I saw multitudes of pictures representing the preparation begun ages ago for the work of Redemption. But I cannot describe it. It looked like the stations of the way of Divine Grace from the Creation to the Redemption. I did not always stand in the same place. I moved around among the rays, I saw all. Ah, I saw inexpressible, indescribable things!
When the combat on earth was over, the church and the angel became bright and shining, and the latter disappeared; the cross also vanished and in its place stood a tall, resplendent lady extending over it her mantle of golden rays. There was a reconciliation going on inside, and acts of humility were being made. I saw Bishops and pastors approaching one another and exchanging books. The various sects recognized the Church by her miraculous victory and the pure light of revelation they had seen beaming upon her… When I saw this reunion, I felt that the kingdom of God was near. I felt so sensibly the approach of the kingdom of God that I was forced to run to meet it crying tears of joy.
I saw numerous processions entering it. I saw a new Pope, earnest and energetic. I saw before the feast began a great many bad Bishops and pastors expelled by him. I saw the holy Apostles taking a leading part in the celebration. I saw the petition: ‘Lord, thy kingdom come,’ being verified. It seemed as if I saw the heavenly gardens coming down from above, uniting with pure places on earth, and bathing all in original light. The enemies that had fled from the combat were not pursued; they dispersed of their own accord.
I saw in the shining streets of the city of God brilliant palaces and gardens full of saints, praising God and watching over the Church. In the Heavenly Jerusalem there is no Church, Christ Himself is the Church. Mary’s throne is above the city of God, above Her are Christ and the Most Holy Trinity, from whom falls upon Mary a shower of light which then spreads over all the holy city. I saw St. Peter’s basilica below the city of God, and I exulted at the thought that, in spite of all men’s indifference, it ever receives the true light from on high. I saw the roads leading to the Heavenly Jerusalem and pastors conducting therein perfect souls among their flocks; but these roads were not crowded.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 30, 1819
His birth, all who ever venerated the Holy Place, and all who have gone there even only in devout desire. They celebrate in a wonderful spiritual church the eve of the Redeemer’s birth; they represent the Church and all who desire the sacred spot to be honored, the holy season celebrated. Thus acts the Church Triumphant for the Church Militant; and thus should the Militant act for the Church Suffering. O how indescribably beautiful it is! What a blessed certainty! I see these spiritual churches all around, far and near, for no power can destroy the altar of God. Where it is no longer visible, it stands invisibly cared for by blessed spirits. Nothing is perishable that is done in the Church for the love of Jesus! Where men are no longer worthy to celebrate it, the blessed do it in their stead and all hearts that turn to the service of God are there present. They find a holy church and a heavenly feast, though their corporal senses perceive it not; they receive the reward of their piety.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 23, 1819
“I understood that the Church would be saved only after a great storm. The fire so frightful to behold indicated in the first place, a great danger; in the second, renewed splendor after the tempest. The Church’s destruction is already begun by means of infidel schools.”
what the sacerdotal benediction is! Many of them hardly believe in it. They blush at a blessing as if it were a superstitious and antiquated ceremony, while some never reflect upon the power given them by Jesus Christ. When they neglect to give me a blessing, I receive it sometimes from God Himself; but as Our Lord has instituted the priesthood and imparted to it the power to bless, I languish with desire for it. The whole Church is but one body. All must be deprived of what one member refuses to bestow.” 
“The knowledge of the greatness and magnificence of this Church in which the Sacraments are preserved in all their virtue and inviolate sanctity is, unhappily, rare in these days, even among the clergy. It is because so many priests are ignorant of their own dignity that so many of the faithful forget theirs and comprehend not the expression to belong to the Church. That no human power may ever destroy it, Almighty God has attached an indelible character to Holy Orders. Were there but a single priest on earth rightly ordained, Jesus Christ would live in His Church as God and man in the Most Holy Sacrament of the altar; and whoever would receive this sacrament, after being absolved by the priest, would alone be truly united to God.”
grace; he who rejects it, languishes and perishes. As there is an earthly year with its seasons, an earthly nature with its creatures, its fruits and its peculiar properties; so also does there exist an economy of a higher order for the restoration of our fallen race. It has innumerable graces and means of salvation all linked together in the course of the spiritual year which, too, has its different seasons. Each year, each day, each hour ripens these fruits for our eternal salvation. The children of the Catholic Church that piously celebrate the spiritual year with its feasts and ceremonies, that regulate their life according to its prescriptions, that recite the holy Canonical Hours, alone are faithful laborers in the vineyard, they alone will reap abundant benedictions. It is sad to behold in our times so few that understand this economy of divine grace and conform their life thereto. But a day will come on which, conscience-stricken, they will at last comprehend what the ecclesiastical year is, with its feasts and seasons and days consecrated to God, its public and private devotions, its Canonical Hours, its breviary recited by priests and religious. It is the Divine Saviour Himself who abides to us at all times as food and victim, that we may become one with Him. How strikingly do not His untiring mercy and solitude for us shine forth in the thousands of Masses in which the propitiatory Sacrifice, His bloody death upon the Cross, is daily renewed in an unbloody manner and offered for us to His Eternal Father! The Sacrifice of the Cross is an eternal sacrifice, a sacrifice of infinite efficacy, unalterable, and ever new. But men must profit by it in time which is finite and during which all things are taken into account. In accordance with the precept of the Son of God made man, this thrice holy Sacrifice shall be daily renewed until the account is filled up and the temporal existence of the world shall reach its term; for it is Jesus Christ Himself who, by the hands of lawfully ordained priests (even were they otherwise unworthy) offers Himself to His Heavenly Father under the species of bread and wine for our reconciliation.” 
“He (her spiritual guide) says that I am a virgin of the Catholic Church, consecrated to God and bound by holy vows; I ought to praise God in the Church and pray with sincere pity for heretics. I know better than others what the Church really is, and I ought on that account to praise the members of Jesus Christ in the Church, His Body; as to those who are separated from this Body and who inflict cruel wounds upon It, I ought to commiserate them and pray for their conversion. In praising the disobedient, one participates in their faults; such praises are not charitable, since true zeal for the salvation of souls is cooled by them. It is well for me that I have been reproved on this head, for we must not be too indulgent when there is question of things so holy. I, indeed, behold many good people among heretics who inspire me with great compassion, but I see, also, that they are children whose origin dates back no further than their own times. They are drifting about without helm or pilot, and they are incessantly splitting up into parties one against another. A movement towards piety which at times affects them, emanates from the Catholic stock to which they formerly belonged; but it is soon counteracted by another in an opposite direction, a spirit of ignorance and indocility which urges them to rise in rebellion against their common Mother. They are eager to practice piety, but not Catholicity. Although they pretend that ceremonies and lifeless forms are of no importance, and that Almighty God must be served in spirit and in truth, yet do they obstinately hold to their own forms which are in reality dead, to forms of their own invention, which are in consequence ever changing. 
These forms are not the result of internal development, a body animated by a soul; they are mere skeletons. It is for this reason that they who practice them are infected with pride and cannot bend their necks to the yoke. How, in truth, could they possess humility of heart, they who are not taught from their infancy to humble themselves, who confess not their sins and their miseries, who are not accustomed, like the children of the Church, to accuse themselves in the Sacrament of Penance before the Representative of God? Behold, then, why I see even in the best among such people only defects, presumption, obstinacy, and pride. The only heretics that are not in a positively dangerous position, are they who, wholly ignorant of the Church out of which there is no salvation, practice piety as far as they know how; but as soon as God gives them the least doubt, they should regard it as a call from Heaven and seek to know the truth. Heretics become members of the Church by holy Baptism, if validly administered. They live only by the Church and have, in point of spiritual nourishment, only what falls to them from the Church; but they do not sit at table with the children of the house, they are outside insulting and boasting, or dying of starvation. When in vision I behold baptized heretics returning to the Church, they appear to come in through the walls before the altar and the Most Blessed Sacrament; while the non-baptized, Jews, Turks, and pagans, are shown to me as entering the door.”
no earthly foundations, with walls and gates through which I could see far, far beyond. The view was rather the instantaneous perception of a whole then of a succession of parts such as I have here been obliged to present. It had numerous streets, palaces, and squares, all peopled by human apparitions of different races, ranks and hierarchies. I distinguished whole classes and bodies bound together by ties of mutual dependence. The more I gazed, the more glorious and magnificent did it become. The figures I saw were all colorless and shining, but they were distinguished from one another by the form of their raiment and by various other signs, scepters, crowns, garlands, croziers, crosses, instruments of martyrdom, etc. In the center arose a tree, upon whose branches, as if on seats, appeared figures still more resplendent. This tree extended its branches like the fibers of a leaf, swelling out as it rose. The upper figures were more magnificent than those below; they were in an attitude of adoration. Highest of all were holy old men. Crowning the summit was a globe representing the world surmounted by a cross. The Mother of God was there, more splendid than usual. It is all inexpressible!”
I saw a vision of Good Friday, the Lord sacrificing Himself upon the Cross, Mary and the disciples at its foot. This picture I saw over the altar at which priests say Mass. I see it at all hours of the day and night. I see, too, the whole parish, how the people pray, well or badly, and how the priest fulfills his duties. I see first the church here, then the churches and parishes all around, as one sees near him a fruit tree lit up by the sun, and in the distance others grouped together like a wood. I see Mass celebrated at all hours of the day and night throughout the world, and in some far-off regions with the same ceremonies as at the time of the Apostles. Above the altar, I see a heavenly worship in which an angel supplies all that the priest neglects. I offer my own heart for the want of piety among the faithful and I beg the Lord for mercy. I see many priests performing this duty pitiably. Some, mere formalists, are so attentive to the outward ceremonies as to neglect interior recollection; they think of only how they will appear to the congregation, and not at all of God. The scrupulous ever long to feel their own piety… Jesus loves us so much that He constantly renews His work of Redemption. The Mass is the hidden history of Redemption, Redemption become a Sacrament.”
but in the center, on a many-branched candlestick, reposed the richest treasures of the Church like bunches of opening flowers. I saw the holy things collected and honorably placed by the Saints on this candlestick, this ornamental stand, which seemed constantly to increase in size. While thus engaged, the Saints very often saw their own relics brought in by those who lived after them. I saw the disciples of St. John bringing in his head and other relics of him and the Blessed Virgin with little crystal phials of the Blood of Jesus. In one of them the blood was still clear and shiny. All were in the costly reliquaries in which the Church preserves them. I saw saintly men and women of Mary’s time depositing in precious vases, holy things that once belonged to her; they were given the place of honor on the right. There was a crystal vase in which there was pieces of her clothing, and another vase with some of her hair. I saw a tree before the church, and I was shown how it had fallen and been fashioned into the Saviour’s Cross. I saw it now in the form in which I always see it, brought in by a woman wearing a crown. It hovered in the air over Mary’s relics. The three nails were stuck in it, the little foot ledge was in its place, as also the inscription, and, skillfully arranged around, were the instruments of the Passion; the ladder, the lance, the sponge, the rods, the whips, the crowbars, the pillar, the cords, the hammers, etc., while the Crown of Thorns hung from the center. As the sacred objects were brought in and arranged, I had successive visions of the places in which these relics of the Passion were found, and I felt certain that of all I saw some particles are still preserved and honored. There must be many relics of the Crown of Thorns in different places. I discovered that my particle of the lance is from the haft. 
I saw in all directions on altars, in chambers, churches, vaults, in walls, in rubbish, under the earth and on the earth, portions of the relics and bones which were brought into the church. Many consecrated Hosts in chalices and ciboriums were brought thither by Bishops, and corporals stained with the Precious Blood. They were placed on high over the cross. Then came the relics of the Apostles and the early martyrs followed by those of whole bands of martyrs, Popes, priests, confessors, hermits, virgins, religious, etc. They were deposited at the foot of the cross, in costly vases, ornamented caskets, towers, and shrines wonderfully wrought in precious metal. A mountain of treasures arose under the cross which gradually ascended as the mound increased and, finally, rested upon what might be termed a transfigured Calvary. The relics were brought by those who had themselves honored them and exposed them to the veneration of the faithful; they were, for the most part, holy personages whose own relics are now held in benediction. All the Saints whose relics were present ranged in choirs, according to their rank and profession; the church became more and more crowded; the heavens opened and the splendor of glory gleamed around. It was like the Heavenly Jerusalem! The relics were surrounded by the aureolas of the Saints to whom they belonged, while the Saints themselves sent forth rays of the same colors, thus establishing a visible and marvelous connection between them and their remains. 
As he enters the church, he devoutly invokes the holy relics it contains, and I see that the Saints give fertility to the fields. The veneration paid the Saints and their relics in the present day, I saw symbolized by a ruined church in which they lay scattered, neglected, covered with dust, yes, even thrown among filth and dirt; and yet they still shed light around, still draw down a blessing. The church itself was in as pitiable a state as the relics. The faithful still frequented it, but they looked like grim shadows; only occasionally was a simple, devout soul to be seen who was clear and luminous. The worst of all was the priests themselves who seemed to be buried in mist, unable to take one step forward. They would not have been able to find the church door were it not that, in spite of their neglect, a few fine rays from the forgotten relics still reached them through the mist. Then I had distinct visions of the origin of the veneration of relics. I saw altars erected over the remains of the Saints which, by the blessing of God, afterward became chapels and churches, but which were now in ruins owing to the neglect of their sacred treasures. I saw in the time in which all was misty and dark, the beautiful reliquaries broken up to make money and their contents scattered around, which later desecration gave rise to greater evils than did even the selling of the caskets. The churches in which these sacrilege happened have fallen to decay, and many have wholly disappeared. I have been to Rome, Cologne, and Aix-la-Chapelle, where I saw treasures of relics to which certain honors are paid.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – Feast of Holy Relics – 1820
“I saw the Lord dead on the cross. I saw all the people standing around in just the same position as on Good Friday. It was at the instant in which the legs of the crucified were to be broken. Longinus rode a horse or mule, but it was not like our horses; it had a thick neck. He dismounted outside the circle of soldiers, and went in on foot, his lance in his hand. He stepped upon the little mound at the foot of the Cross, and drove the lance into the right side of Our Lord. When he saw the stream of blood and water, he was most powerfully affected. He hastily descended the mountain, rode quickly to the city, and went to tell Pilate that he looked upon Jesus as the Son of God, and that he resigned his appointment in the army. He laid down his lance at Pilate’s feet and left him. I think it was Nicodemus whom he next met and to him he made the same declaration, after which he joined the other disciples. Pilate esteemed the lance dishonored, inasmuch as it had been used as an instrument of punishment, and I think he gave it to Nicodemus.” ~ Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – July 1820
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