To by³ rok 1968, czas którym wstrz±snê³a rewolucja w wielkiej chrze¶cijañskiej Europie i Ameryce. Ta rewolucja rozpad³a siê w kilka miesiêcy, rozkwitaj±c wieloma seminariami i innymi dzie³ami.
Cosimo Frangomeni by³ daleki od tych wydarzeñ, ale Naj¶wiêtsza Panna ukaza³a mu siê - smutna, lecz bez ³ez, w przeciwieñstwie do Dziewicy z La Salette. Oto jego historia.
... 11 maja 1968 roku, na krótko przed zmierzchem, wraca³em do domu po pracy na polu i nios³em na ramieniu wi±zki trawy dla zwierz±t. Gdy szed³em naprzeciwko ska³y, zosta³em nagle o¶lepiony przez wielkie ¶wiat³o. Zatrzyma³em siê, podnios³em g³owê, aby zobaczyæ co siê sta³o, ale nic nie widzia³em. Kiedy przyszed³em do siebie, kto¶ jakby kaza³ mi spojrzeæ siê na ska³ê - spojrza³em i zobaczy³em przed sob±, u szczytu ska³y, figurê m³odej kobiety o ciemnej karnacji, 18-nasto letniej, z d³ugimi w³osami w kolorze ciemnego br±zu. Sta³a boso, ze z³o¿onymi rêkami, sk±pana w aureoli jasnego ¶wiat³a. Mia³a na sobie sukniê bia³± jak ¶nieg, pas i niebieski p³aszcz, przejrzysty bia³y welon na g³owie, obsypany gwiazdami i nosi³a na sobie b³yszcz±cy sznur paciorków. W tym momencie dreszcz przeszy³ moje cia³o, ogarn±³ mnie silny strach i chcia³em uciec. My¶la³em, ¿e to jaki¶ duch, lecz postaæ ta przypomina³a Madonnê. M³oda Kobieta ze ska³y, z pochylon± g³ow±, s³odkim g³osem przemówi³a do mnie powoli i wyra¼nie:
Nie lêkaj siê, przychodzê z nieba. Jestem Niepokalane Poczêcie, Matka Syna Bo¿ego. Przychodzê prosiæ ciê, aby¶ zbudowa³ w tym miejscu kaplicê ku mojej czci. Wybra³am to miejsce na mój dom i chcê, by ludzie z ró¿nych krajów przychodzili tu by siê modliæ
Gdy Madonna skoñczy³a mówiæ, z³o¿y³a ponownie rêce, sk³oni³a g³owê, wznios³a oczy ku niebu, oderwa³a siê od ska³y i rozp³ynê³a w powietrzu. Wkrótce potem poczu³em siê bardzo zmartwiony, nêkany przez w±tpliwo¶ci, czy to by³a Matka Boska, czy nie. Zosta³em chwilê u stóp ska³y i wkrótce wróci³em do domu. Po powrocie chwyci³em za pióro i kartkê by nie zapomnieæ s³ów us³yszanych od m³odej Pani....
Jego relacja by³a podobna do tej, któr± przekaza³a Bernadetta z Lourdes - ¶wiat³o poprzedzaj±ce objawienie. Brat Cosimo opisywa³ wygl±d Madonny takimi s³owami, których na codzieñ nie u¿ywa³, np. "cera l¶ni±ca niczym jutrzenka" itp.
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ENGLISH VERSION
First revelation:
It was 1968, the year of great revolution that shook Europe and America. Cosimo Frangomeni was far from those events, when the Blessed Virgin appeared to him. She was sad, but she did not cry, not like her appearance in La Salette. Here is his story.
On May 11, 1968, shortly before a dusk, I was coming back home from a field and I was caring sheaves of weed for animals. When I was approaching a rock, suddenly I was blinded by a great light. I stopped, raised my head and tried to check what happened, but I could not see anything. When I rallied, I realized that somebody asked me to look at the top of the rock. I looked and I saw a young lady, dark skinned, around 18 years old, with long, dark brown hair. She stood barefoot, with her hands folded, surrounded by a halo of bright light. She was wearing a white robe, bright as snow, a belt and a blue coat. On her head she had a white veil, showered by stars, and she also had a necklace of pearls, shining on her neck. In that moment the shivers crossed my body, I was afraid and was about to run away. I thought that it was a ghost looking similar to Holy Mary. The young lady bowed her head and with a sweet voice, and she spoke to me slowly and clearly:
“Do not be afraid, I come from heaven. I am the Immaculate Conception, the Mother of the Son of God. I am coming here asking you to build a shrine on behalf of me. I chose this place for my house and I want people from different countries to come here and pray to me”.
When Madonna finished, she folded her hands again, bowed her head, raised her eyes into heaven and disappeared into thin air.
A little after I was concerned whether this appearance was truly Holy Mary or not. I stayed for a while in front of the rock and then I went home. After I returned, I took a piece of paper and I wrote down the words of the young lady…
