When Mary Appeared to Me

When I was in Medjugorje I was blessed with seeing an Apparition of the Mother Mary. This is the story of what happened to me on that day.
From the time of my arrival in Medjugorje until the 25th I attended mass daily and explored the village. On the 24th I made a final appeal. I had come 7,000 miles to see the Divine Mother and I was resolved to experience Her presence. I had to leave on the 26th to get to Split in time to catch my flight to Rome. My prayer was answered as on the evening of the 25, th I was compelled to return to the Apparition Hill one more time. It was around six o’clock in the evening when I began the climb up the rocky path to the place where the Medjugorje children first approached Mary’s Apparition.
On the trail, I passed a group of people who were gazing at the sky. They were pointing at the sun and commenting on how big it was getting. A little before hearing these words, I also had been inclined to look at the sky. At first glance, everything seemed to be normal, although a high thin cloud was forming out of a clear blue sky around the sun. A little farther on, I looked again. The sun seemed to have merged with the cloud and both were getting bigger.
A rainbow had also formed to the right of the cloud. It was not arched. It looked like a pillar of colored lights. I decided to take a picture of it. As I focused my camera on the rainbow, the sun could not be distinguished as an orb. It turned into a white glow which in a period of minutes had covered most of the sky. The picture showed nothing but a pure white sky with no sun or rainbow.
I had a feeling that the sky would appear this way at the time of the Final Warning. The light would last until the Great Miracle. It would over shadow the sun. It would be called His light, or the Light of God. The rainbow represented the permanent sign. It will be seen over one of the mountains at Medjugorje. It will be an unusual light. It will hover above the ground. These things were all a part of the first three secrets of Garabandal and Medjugorje.
After taking the picture, I continued my hike up the mountain. The first thing to catch my attention, as I approached the clearing, was a young nun kneeling in front of the cross located in the center of the open area. No one else was around her. I took a picture from directly behind her. When it was developed, a black form streamed down over the cross behind the nun.
I walked around the sister, looking for a good place to take a picture of the sunset. Eventually, I found a rock to sit on with a good view of the valley below. I was even with the cross about the same distance away from it as the nun, but a little further up the mountain. I began to read a book written by one of the friends of the Medjugorje visionaries.
Shortly thereafter I noticed, two young girls had knelt directly across from me on the opposite side of the cross. Even though other people were in the area, as I looked around, the nun, the two girls across from me and a young man sitting to my left, were the only people who seemed to have special significance. Everyone else, simply blended into the surroundings although a young barefooted young man approached the cross while I was there.
After noticing the two young girls, I returned to my book while waiting for the sunset. A few minutes later, I was compelled to look up and to my left. A young woman looking everything like I could imagine Mary to be, came walking down a trail from further up the mountain. She wore a sky blue dress, a perfectly white shawl and a white cloth draped over her head. My first thought was to wonder how She could keep the white portion of Her attire so completely spotless.
I also found myself wondering if this woman was just wandering around Medjugorje dressed like Mary for the sake of the tourists. I was baffled by the fact that She appeared to be a real, physical being. Then it began to dawn on me—it really could be Mary.
As She approached the cross, some part of me became excited. I wanted to stand up and shout, Look, there She is! It’s Mary, don’t you see Her? The only problem was, I couldn’t move. Neither would the words come out of my mouth. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed Her. No one was paying any attention. As I recalled the scene later, everyone and everything was frozen for the full duration of Her presence.
As Mary continued walking down the hill, I became more anxious about what to do. I decided to reach for my camera; maybe I could get a picture of Her. I attempted to grab the pouch where the camera was located. I could feel it, but when I tried to grip it, my hand went right through it. Then I noticed that my physical arm hadn’t moved. I was still sitting in the same position on the rock, holding a book with both hands.
As soon as Mary appeared, time stopped and I had been shifted into a heavenly dimension. The experience was similar to what happened when I had seen Jesus. It felt like I was still functioning normally in my body. I was able to look around, think clearly, move my limbs, but my body didn’t move.
My next impulse was to get up and walk toward Her. I couldn’t do that either. My inability to approach Her in any manner was frustrating. My last recourse was just to stare at Her as hard as I could. I wanted to ascertain whether there was anything supernatural about Her. By this time, She had stopped a short distance behind the cross. She was about the same distance from it as each of the key individuals mentioned. You might say She completed the circle around it.
Mary raised Her hands slightly from Her sides, with Her palms facing the cross. I took this gesture to mean that She was creating the scene I was looking at. Then She abruptly turned and looked straight at me in response to my staring. I then discovered why all of the pictures I had seen of Her never showed Her eyes. When She looked at me, Her eyes were like two laser beams of sun light. The rays hit me in the chest in the area of my heart.
For a brief moment, I perceived a brilliant white light surrounded by the shell of Her body. Her physical appearance was an illusion like a thin veneer around the light. After a brief moment, I could no longer look directly at Her. The light was too bright. I was compelled to bow my head and look at Her feet. At the same moment, these words came into my head. It is not considerate of you to stare at your Mother like that.
As I look back on it, Her gentle reprimand was a confirmation of who She was and an effort on Her part to calm me down. She continued to look at me and repeat the message, be considerate, for what seemed like a minute or two. Eventually, She succeeded and I was content to watch Her from a distance. Then She once again turned to face the cross. At first, She simply resumed Her gesture of feeding the scene.
I was then compelled to look at the two young girls across from me. Another set of lips was superimposed over theirs. Although I heard no words Mary was telling me that I was seeing Her lips over theirs. She was speaking through Her visionaries. After another few moments, She walked back up the hill to the edge of the trail, turned and looked directly at the sun.
There was an intimate interchange as She seemed to merge with the light in the sky. She rocked gently back and forth, basking in the rays. She began to glow with it. It was a visual representation of Her love of the Father. I hoped She would eventually continue down the trail toward the nun. Instead, as if to read my mind, She quickly turned in the opposite direction, walking out of sight over the edge of the trail.
After Mary disappeared over the ridge, it took me a couple minutes to come to my senses. The man to my left got up, walked over and kissed the cross, then walked away down the most commonly used trail. Only then was I able to move. I immediately went to look for Mary where She had disappeared over the hill. I found a trail leading straight down the mountain. Because of the incline, there was a clear view of what was below, especially where the trail ended. I did not see Her in any direction.
Later I learned that this path was where the Medjugorje visionaries had run up to see Her. It was very steep and filled with brambles. Almost no one used this way to get to the Apparition site because of the difficultly of the climb. Yet, when the She summoned the children, they literally flew up over the rocks and through the thorny brush to where She was.
I followed the trail down the hill. I kept looking for Her to come out at the bottom. About half-way down, I heard the two young girls who were opposite me talking in Croatian. Their voices were coming from my right. After a few words, I heard a loud bang on the rocks to my left. What came from them were Her words and Her voice. It was as if the voices were coming from the Earth itself. The loud thump I heard on the rocks was the Chastisement. Mary would announce the coming of Her Son. She would do this through Her visionaries at Medjugorje.
Continuing on down the trail, I saw the two girls as they emerged at the bottom. I was surprised because they were still at the top when I started down. They had passed me and appeared at the bottom about the time I would have expected to see Mary there. I hurried on down to see if I could discover where they went, but they disappeared as well.
On my way back to the hostel, I couldn’t help but ponder the significance of what I had witnessed. What was Mary trying to show me? The nun in front of the cross could have represented Sister Lucia from Fatima. Lucia has continued to be a devoted nun, but has only received a few more personal messages. From what I could tell, Mary regarded Lucia as the perfect sister, but she had sunk into the confusion of the Church.
The two young girls across from me must have been two of the visionaries currently seeing Mary at Medjugorje. Mary would be speaking through them up until the Chastisement. Only two girls of the original six visionaries are currently seeing Her on a regular basis. The two girls across from me must have represented these two visionaries.
I stopped by the church. I couldn’t get in. In fact, I couldn’t seem to do anything; my mind was like mush. I went back to the hostel and went to bed. The next thing I remember was being awakened by a loud rumbling sound. It was as if a large vehicle was driving down the main street in front of the boarding house at a high rate of speed, but this would have been impossible. The street was too narrow. It could have been a train, but I couldn’t recall seeing any railroad tracks in the vicinity of the town.
Just after the rumbling started, my bed began to shake. The ground movement was particularly disorienting. It was as if the Earth was turning into jelly. In the middle of it, I heard the words, this is your Final Warning. I was convinced that the Final Warning was happening right then and there. When the shaking stopped, I got up and turned my radio to the BBC. There was no news about any explosions or major earthquakes. I wondered if anyone else had felt it. Even through the hostel was full, it remained quiet. The next day I forgot to ask anyone if they had felt it too.
From the time of my arrival in Medjugorje until the 25th I attended mass daily and explored the village. On the 24th I made a final appeal. I had come 7,000 miles to see the Divine Mother and I was resolved to experience Her presence. I had to leave on the 26th to get to Split in time to catch my flight to Rome. My prayer was answered as on the evening of the 25, th I was compelled to return to the Apparition Hill one more time. It was around six o’clock in the evening when I began the climb up the rocky path to the place where the Medjugorje children first approached Mary’s Apparition.
On the trail, I passed a group of people who were gazing at the sky. They were pointing at the sun and commenting on how big it was getting. A little before hearing these words, I also had been inclined to look at the sky. At first glance, everything seemed to be normal, although a high thin cloud was forming out of a clear blue sky around the sun. A little farther on, I looked again. The sun seemed to have merged with the cloud and both were getting bigger.
A rainbow had also formed to the right of the cloud. It was not arched. It looked like a pillar of colored lights. I decided to take a picture of it. As I focused my camera on the rainbow, the sun could not be distinguished as an orb. It turned into a white glow which in a period of minutes had covered most of the sky. The picture showed nothing but a pure white sky with no sun or rainbow.
I had a feeling that the sky would appear this way at the time of the Final Warning. The light would last until the Great Miracle. It would over shadow the sun. It would be called His light, or the Light of God. The rainbow represented the permanent sign. It will be seen over one of the mountains at Medjugorje. It will be an unusual light. It will hover above the ground. These things were all a part of the first three secrets of Garabandal and Medjugorje.
After taking the picture, I continued my hike up the mountain. The first thing to catch my attention, as I approached the clearing, was a young nun kneeling in front of the cross located in the center of the open area. No one else was around her. I took a picture from directly behind her. When it was developed, a black form streamed down over the cross behind the nun.
I walked around the sister, looking for a good place to take a picture of the sunset. Eventually, I found a rock to sit on with a good view of the valley below. I was even with the cross about the same distance away from it as the nun, but a little further up the mountain. I began to read a book written by one of the friends of the Medjugorje visionaries.
Shortly thereafter I noticed, two young girls had knelt directly across from me on the opposite side of the cross. Even though other people were in the area, as I looked around, the nun, the two girls across from me and a young man sitting to my left, were the only people who seemed to have special significance. Everyone else, simply blended into the surroundings although a young barefooted young man approached the cross while I was there.
After noticing the two young girls, I returned to my book while waiting for the sunset. A few minutes later, I was compelled to look up and to my left. A young woman looking everything like I could imagine Mary to be, came walking down a trail from further up the mountain. She wore a sky blue dress, a perfectly white shawl and a white cloth draped over her head. My first thought was to wonder how She could keep the white portion of Her attire so completely spotless.
I also found myself wondering if this woman was just wandering around Medjugorje dressed like Mary for the sake of the tourists. I was baffled by the fact that She appeared to be a real, physical being. Then it began to dawn on me—it really could be Mary.
As She approached the cross, some part of me became excited. I wanted to stand up and shout, Look, there She is! It’s Mary, don’t you see Her? The only problem was, I couldn’t move. Neither would the words come out of my mouth. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed Her. No one was paying any attention. As I recalled the scene later, everyone and everything was frozen for the full duration of Her presence.
As Mary continued walking down the hill, I became more anxious about what to do. I decided to reach for my camera; maybe I could get a picture of Her. I attempted to grab the pouch where the camera was located. I could feel it, but when I tried to grip it, my hand went right through it. Then I noticed that my physical arm hadn’t moved. I was still sitting in the same position on the rock, holding a book with both hands.
As soon as Mary appeared, time stopped and I had been shifted into a heavenly dimension. The experience was similar to what happened when I had seen Jesus. It felt like I was still functioning normally in my body. I was able to look around, think clearly, move my limbs, but my body didn’t move.
My next impulse was to get up and walk toward Her. I couldn’t do that either. My inability to approach Her in any manner was frustrating. My last recourse was just to stare at Her as hard as I could. I wanted to ascertain whether there was anything supernatural about Her. By this time, She had stopped a short distance behind the cross. She was about the same distance from it as each of the key individuals mentioned. You might say She completed the circle around it.
Mary raised Her hands slightly from Her sides, with Her palms facing the cross. I took this gesture to mean that She was creating the scene I was looking at. Then She abruptly turned and looked straight at me in response to my staring. I then discovered why all of the pictures I had seen of Her never showed Her eyes. When She looked at me, Her eyes were like two laser beams of sun light. The rays hit me in the chest in the area of my heart.
For a brief moment, I perceived a brilliant white light surrounded by the shell of Her body. Her physical appearance was an illusion like a thin veneer around the light. After a brief moment, I could no longer look directly at Her. The light was too bright. I was compelled to bow my head and look at Her feet. At the same moment, these words came into my head. It is not considerate of you to stare at your Mother like that.
As I look back on it, Her gentle reprimand was a confirmation of who She was and an effort on Her part to calm me down. She continued to look at me and repeat the message, be considerate, for what seemed like a minute or two. Eventually, She succeeded and I was content to watch Her from a distance. Then She once again turned to face the cross. At first, She simply resumed Her gesture of feeding the scene.
I was then compelled to look at the two young girls across from me. Another set of lips was superimposed over theirs. Although I heard no words Mary was telling me that I was seeing Her lips over theirs. She was speaking through Her visionaries. After another few moments, She walked back up the hill to the edge of the trail, turned and looked directly at the sun.
There was an intimate interchange as She seemed to merge with the light in the sky. She rocked gently back and forth, basking in the rays. She began to glow with it. It was a visual representation of Her love of the Father. I hoped She would eventually continue down the trail toward the nun. Instead, as if to read my mind, She quickly turned in the opposite direction, walking out of sight over the edge of the trail.
After Mary disappeared over the ridge, it took me a couple minutes to come to my senses. The man to my left got up, walked over and kissed the cross, then walked away down the most commonly used trail. Only then was I able to move. I immediately went to look for Mary where She had disappeared over the hill. I found a trail leading straight down the mountain. Because of the incline, there was a clear view of what was below, especially where the trail ended. I did not see Her in any direction.
Later I learned that this path was where the Medjugorje visionaries had run up to see Her. It was very steep and filled with brambles. Almost no one used this way to get to the Apparition site because of the difficultly of the climb. Yet, when the She summoned the children, they literally flew up over the rocks and through the thorny brush to where She was.
I followed the trail down the hill. I kept looking for Her to come out at the bottom. About half-way down, I heard the two young girls who were opposite me talking in Croatian. Their voices were coming from my right. After a few words, I heard a loud bang on the rocks to my left. What came from them were Her words and Her voice. It was as if the voices were coming from the Earth itself. The loud thump I heard on the rocks was the Chastisement. Mary would announce the coming of Her Son. She would do this through Her visionaries at Medjugorje.
Continuing on down the trail, I saw the two girls as they emerged at the bottom. I was surprised because they were still at the top when I started down. They had passed me and appeared at the bottom about the time I would have expected to see Mary there. I hurried on down to see if I could discover where they went, but they disappeared as well.
On my way back to the hostel, I couldn’t help but ponder the significance of what I had witnessed. What was Mary trying to show me? The nun in front of the cross could have represented Sister Lucia from Fatima. Lucia has continued to be a devoted nun, but has only received a few more personal messages. From what I could tell, Mary regarded Lucia as the perfect sister, but she had sunk into the confusion of the Church.
The two young girls across from me must have been two of the visionaries currently seeing Mary at Medjugorje. Mary would be speaking through them up until the Chastisement. Only two girls of the original six visionaries are currently seeing Her on a regular basis. The two girls across from me must have represented these two visionaries.
I stopped by the church. I couldn’t get in. In fact, I couldn’t seem to do anything; my mind was like mush. I went back to the hostel and went to bed. The next thing I remember was being awakened by a loud rumbling sound. It was as if a large vehicle was driving down the main street in front of the boarding house at a high rate of speed, but this would have been impossible. The street was too narrow. It could have been a train, but I couldn’t recall seeing any railroad tracks in the vicinity of the town.
Just after the rumbling started, my bed began to shake. The ground movement was particularly disorienting. It was as if the Earth was turning into jelly. In the middle of it, I heard the words, this is your Final Warning. I was convinced that the Final Warning was happening right then and there. When the shaking stopped, I got up and turned my radio to the BBC. There was no news about any explosions or major earthquakes. I wondered if anyone else had felt it. Even through the hostel was full, it remained quiet. The next day I forgot to ask anyone if they had felt it too.