Of all mystics, why have I chosen to feature her this time? As is the case of the other mystics I have written about, Katya is credible. Her bishop had allowed the printing and distribution of the messages conveyed to her by either Jesus Christ or the Blessed Mother. Also, she has as constant companion a priest who also believes in her case on top of scientific studies that indicated she was no fraud.
Specifically, in these times of extreme materialism, Katya, who is still alive on earth, had shared an experience that should make us all think of life beyond physical death.
Katya is hereby quoted verbatim. It is rather a long quote, but I shall beg the editor to use it in entirety for its value. Katya wrote the following about the death of her mother:
She was in her bed. We had just laid her down on her right side and as I was wiping the blood that she was losing from her nose, she stared above me toward the window. She squeezed my hand and said, “I want to be with you.”
“Are you afraid, my dear mamma?” I asked her, somewhat worried.
“No, I am not afraid, but I want to be with you.”
At that moment, I saw some people come close behind me and my mom, to her right side. I recognised St. Joseph, St. Anthony of Padua, St. Rose of Lima, St. Dominic of Guzman and St. Sylvester. They were behind mom’s head, next to “Leopoldo,” that was the name of mom’s Guardian Angel, a very handsome youth, who appeared to be praying on his knees while caressing her head with his hands.
There were other men and women, young and old, about 40 people, all praying. A young man dressed in a white alb, carried a little golden bowl in his hands. Every now and then, he would insert his hand in it and take out smoke, sending it upward like incense.
With that, he appeared to prevent some dark shadows from coming near, which we could see at a distance from the bedroom, frightened to advance any closer.
The young man would move his lips as if saying some prayer. Then he would change the little bowl to the other hand and do the same with the other, throwing smoke from the little bowl into the air. He would go around and around all the people who were encircling my mom’s bed behind us. I was amazed to see so many people.
Then, Jesus spoke to me and said: “They are her patron saints and those souls whom she helped save with her prayers and sufferings, and even though she did not know them, they have come to be with her on her journey.”
When we placed her on her other side to change her clothes, my mom said: “It is time for me to go with them,” as she looked over my shoulder. We advised her to calm down. We sang a Psalm to her and she kept repeating it.
She opened her eyes almost in wonderment, as if contemplating something she could not express and said: “Turn on the light!” We did so, but understanding that she could no longer see what was on earth, but what was beyond.
Then squeezing my hand she said: “Holy God, now! … Holy God… now!” She seemed to be coaxing me to pray, to repeat the short prayer: Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, have Mercy on us and on the whole world! She would repeat the short prayer over and over while insisting: “I must go.” She moved her feet as if to walk and exclaimed :“Do not stop me”… And once again she would repeat: “Holy God, Holy Mighty One… Have mercy on me and the whole world.”
Those of us around her began to pray the Chaplet of Mercy. But at the same time, she was repeating her own prayers, insistently exclaiming: “Father, my Spirit! Now! … Now! …” She could not remember the complete prayer. We began to say: “Father, into Your hands I entrust my spirit…” understanding that to be what she wanted to say… She agreeing would repeat our words. In the vision that I had, I noticed that to mom’s left side, behind where we were, another group of people began to arrive, and among them I could recognise my father’s figure, one of my grandmothers, an aunt who had lived with us, and other people whose faces I could not clearly see. I was dazzled by what I was seeing, but at the same time, I was trying to concentrate on my mother. In front of her a light was lit, and I saw approaching, as if descending at ceiling height, a choir of Angels singing.
They formed two rows of celestial characters, and upon reaching us they separated to encircle the place. Everything was very solemn. At that moment mom said, as if addressing the people that I am sure had come to accompany her journey: “Wait, I need to see first the Holy Virgin!” My brother said: “Mommy, the Lord is here. He is waiting for you…” He said that because earlier my mother had mentioned seeing the Lord.
And she replied, “I still have to see the Holy Virgin…” Many times she had heard that the Blessed Virgin collected the souls of those who awaited death praying the Rosary. We gave her the picture of Mary Help of Christians so that she could look at the Holy Virgin, thinking that was what she wanted to see. But she was looking above the picture. It seemed to us that she could no longer see the things of this world, but the things of the other…
Suddenly she said, “I see her there; there she is… Give way to the Mamita! At that instant I saw the Holy Virgin coming down from Heaven. She positioned herself at my mother’s feet, while remaining suspended in mid-air. I saw her extending her hands towards my mom. In one of her arms the Holy Virgin was carrying a white dress. My mother extended a hand as if to receive or to touch something.
I noticed how the Holy Virgin took her hand.
Mom lost consciousness at that moment, for less than a minute, and, then, she expired. When her head became still on my hand as I was holding it, I thought that the whole vision would disappear, but immediately I witnessed the instant in which my mother’s soul arose, separating itself from her body. She advanced towards the Holy Virgin, who at that moment gave her the white dress with both hands, as if measuring it for size over the nightgown she was wearing. My mom immediately appeared clothed in that dress. The Holy Virgin had a lot of gentleness in Her expression. She was smiling and embraced my mom, placing her arm on my mom’s mid back. My mother in turn did the same, leaning her head on the Holy Virgin’s shoulder, and they ascended together with the entourage of people who accompanied the scene.
The bedroom became almost empty. St. Joseph looked at us. He touched St. Sylvester’s hand and St. Sylvester imparted a blessing upon all of us all. He then turned and left, followed by St. Joseph.
Very solemnly Jesus said to me: “Tell it to the world, so that all men value the Grace offered at being present with the dying who depart assisted by Heaven. One’s absorption with that moment must be absolute, since part of Heaven is in that room. It is the moment in which God visits that place.”
When the vision was over, I knelt down crying to give thanks to God for His having gifted us with all this grace and having allowed me to see this marvel. A marvel which today I can relate to the world so that they realize the importance and the duty which we have to help our dear ones who are dying, and all others who are dying, so that they can begin happily their journey towards the eternity of the love of God.
