A Vision of Christmas Angels.

 

Maria Valtorta had been beseeching St. Lucy for a certain favor, but instead the saint brings her this heavenly vision. It begins while Maria has been praying the Rosary and the Fatima prayers alongside her housekeeper Marta.

She writes: “I see a night-time sky that is teeming with stars. It is a beautiful oriental sky of a very dark sapphire, containing clusters of luminous stars. A nocturnal landscape is sleeping in the night, dotted with little white houses closed and silent. There is one special home, with a terrace and kind of a small dome, a house so clear that I could draw it in the minutest detail. The landscape is slightly undulating, as if it were in a gentle hollow between hills.

Then from the sky descends a procession of angels of a luminous whiteness, although incorporeal they are still perceptible to the human eye. They make a curve, heading from the sky towards the earth, towards the quiet and sleeping town, and the night becomes brighter because of the light of the angelic bodies. The leading two angels are beautiful beyond words as they descend rapidly, without however moving their wings. Their hands are crossed on their chests, with their faces turned towards the town and sparkling with supernatural love.

 

Christmas Angel by Maren Devine

Behind them follow all the others. An incalculable number! I don't know if it was the cleaving of the atmosphere or a palpitation of love that produced such wonderful music. Perhaps both things together produced it. Certainly it was not material singing, for which words, vocal cords, uvulas and art are used. And, being a supernatural event, it was infinitely, indescribably beautiful. I cannot but consider this singing non-human. My heart is full of it and my spirit is exalted; all my pain is annihilated by it, but I cannot repeat even a single note. I think, and I don't know why, of that song that beloved St. John the Evangelist says will be sung only by those who follow the Lamb, by the 144,000 saved who have not defiled themselves with sensuality.

And then I hear Jesus Himself speak, without appearing to me: "Behold, to your suffering is given the first comfort of the Christmas season: the song that filled the horizons the night I was born. The angels sing, with their love, 'Peace on earth to men of good will'. They sing peace to you. Enjoy it. I bless you."

I add now, that is, 24 hours later, on the evening of December 14th – that I am still blessed by this radiant, peaceful, and harmonious angelic vision; and I am also in a joy, lesser but still joy, because in my very brief sleep I dreamed something festive, like a promise which was to be fulfilled in ten days [Christmas Eve]. I don't remember what it was about or who made it, because Toi [Maria’s dog] woke me up so suddenly that I couldn't see the rest or remember exactly. But I don't know... I also have this spark of joy in my heart. I know from experience how the future has been announced to me, since I was a little girl, in my sleep.”

Based on The Notebooks 1944, by Maria Valtorta, December 13, pages 636-637.

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