A Californian Soul – Saturday of My Great Sorrow

Around 1997, a man and a woman in California, who were living together in a life of sin, had a profound conversion through Divine Mercy. The wife had been prompted interiorly to start a rosary group after experiencing her first Divine Mercy novena. Seven months later, a statue of Our Lady of the Immaculate Heart in their home began to weep oil profusely (later, other sacred statues and images began oozing fragrant oil while a crucifix and statue of St. Pio bled. One of those images is now hanging in the Marian Center located at the Divine Mercy Shrine in Massachusetts. Because these images began to attract many people to their home in the beginning, their spiritual director agreed that they remain anonymous). This miracle led them to repent of their living situation and enter a sacramental marriage. About six years later, the man began audibly hearing the voice of Jesus (what are called “locutions”). He had next to no catechesis or understanding of the Catholic Faith, so the voice of Jesus both alarmed and entranced him. Even though some of the Lord’s words were of warning, he described Jesus’ voice as always beautiful and gentle. He also received a visitation from St. Pio and locutions from St. Thérèse de Lisieux, St. Catherine of Siena, St. Michael the Archangel and dozens of locutions from Our Lady while in front of the Blessed Sacrament. After conveying two years of messages and secrets (known only to this man and to be announced at a future time known only to the Lord) the locutions stopped. Jesus told the man, “I will cease speaking to you now, but My Mother will continue to lead you.” The couple felt called to start a cenacle of the Marian Movement of Priests where they would meditate on the messages of Our Lady to Fr. Stefano Gobbi . It was two years into these cenacles that the words of Jesus came true: Our Lady began to lead him, but in the most remarkable way. During the cenacles, and on other occasions, this man would see “in the air” in front of him the numbers of messages from the so-called “Blue Book,” the collection of the revelations Our Lady gave to Fr. Stefano Gobbi , “To the Priests Our Lady’s Beloved Sons.” Both the husband and wife suffer greatly for their ministry, but continually offer it to the Lord for the salvation of souls. It is noteworthy that this man does not read the Blue Book to this day (as his education is very limited and he has a reading disability). Over the years, these numbers that materialized would confirm on countless occasions the spontaneous conversations in their cenacles, and now today, the events taking place around the world. Fr. Gobbi’s messages did not fail but are now finding their fulfillment in real-time.

On April 18th, 2020, this Californian soul received the number 350 from the Blue Book. His wife said that the statue of Our Lady of Fatima is weeping oil “profusely” in their home today, permeating the house with the smell of roses. “This has not happened like this in a long time,” she said, her voice quivering as she read the following message on the phone…


The Saturday of My Great Sorrow

My Beloved Sons, today remain beside Me, who am your so sorrowful Mother. This is the day of my great sorrow. It is the only day through which I lived with Jesus dead. Having placed Him sorrowfully in the tomb, with the help of John and the holy women, after a great stone had been rolled in front of its entrance, I remained for the first time without My Son. Time stopped for Me in that moment. Then began My continuous vigil, with an unceasing prayer which accompanied the rhythm of the passing of the hours, in a sure hope which reached even to entering the gate of Heaven, in a deep and intense suffering, while I was able at last to give way to the expression of my motherly sorrow and continuous tears poured from My eyes, as if to form a cradle of weeping, in which to place all of you who have been entrusted to Me by Jesus on the Cross.

It is the Saturday of the great rest.
It is the Saturday of the great silence.
It is the Saturday of my great sorrow.

It is the only day on which the Mother remains alone, crucified* and imploring, full of trust and faithful, weighed down beneath the weight of Her suffering. It is the day on which your Mother also has so much need of comfort. It is the day on which the Mother has need of the love of all Her children. Today, I gather you into My motherly arms, and I am consoled in the knowledge that you truly love Me as sons. I seem still to hear His voice, straining in His last and most precious offering: “Woman, behold your son.”  Today, in the cradle of this sorrow of mine, open up, all of you, to receive the divine fruit of this, His final gift. This is My day and yours. Enter into the new Sabbath repose of my spiritual motherhood. The Church has received this gift as the first fruit of the passion and death of my Son Jesus. For this reason, from the most ancient times, the tradition has spread of dedicating Saturdays to a particular veneration of Me. I ask you again today to consecrate this day to Me.

It is the day which marks the passing of time between the death and resurrection of Jesus. It is a day of passing for everyone: from death to life; from passion to glory; from egoism to love; from slavery to freedom; from the deepest darkness to the Light which knows no setting. Enter into this luminous repose. For this I invite you again to dedicate the day of Saturday in My honour, so that I may help you enter into your rest, by living every day your Passover together with Me, the sorrowful Mother of the Passion and the joyful Mother of the Resurrection. —Given to Fr. Stefano Gobbi, April 18, 1987 in Dong (Como) on Holy Saturday

* Our Lady shares mystically in the Passion of Christ: “you yourself a sword will pierce.” (Luke 2:35)

** See “The Day of the Lord” and The Second Coming in our Timeline to understand the “sabbath rest” that remains for the Church: “a sabbath rest still remains for the people of God” (Heb 4:9).


This photo, taken April 18th, 2020, is of a statue of Our Lady of Fatima in the home of this Californian soul. It inexplicably weeps aromatic oil with the scent of roses. Bishops and priests have visited the home and witnessed this phenomenon first-hand.

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