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The Victorious Queen of the World

The Victorious Queen of the World

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The Victorious Queen of the World

Sr. Natalia was born in 1901 in Pozsony (today's Bratislava in Slovakia) and was inflicted with many physical and inner sufferings throughout her life. Her notes on the visions and messages that she had received from Our Lord and Our Lady were smuggled out to the West, as the Church in Hungary was under Communist persecution until recently. Here are some comments received by the publisher of the book containing Sr. Natalia's notes: Mr. John Haffert, founder of the Blue Army: "How I treasure this book. I have read it over and over during the past two weeks here at Fatima. . . I will also ask The 101 Foundation to promote this book actively, as I will do. God reward you for your courage and perseverance in making these important messages known to the English-speaking world." Mother Angelica, EWTN: "Thank you for the book: Victorious Queen of the World.
The Victorious Queen of the World

Sr. Natalia was born in 1901 in Pozsony (today's Bratislava in Slovakia) and was inflicted with many physical and inner sufferings throughout her life. Her notes on the visions and messages that she had received from Our Lord and Our Lady were smuggled out to the West, as the Church in Hungary was under Communist persecution until recently. Here are some comments received by the publisher of the book containing Sr. Natalia's notes: Mr. John Haffert, founder of the Blue Army: "How I treasure this book. I have read it over and over during the past two weeks here at Fatima. . . I will also ask The 101 Foundation to promote this book actively, as I will do. God reward you for your courage and perseverance in making these important messages known to the English-speaking world." Mother Angelica, EWTN: "Thank you for the book: Victorious Queen of the World.

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I began to read the Holy Bible secretly. The first thing that impacted me was: “Do not
judge so you are not judged” (Mt 7,1) and “Whatsoever you do to the least of my children,
that you do unto Me” (Mt 25,40).

When I was fourteen I made the vote of the Third Order of the Franciscans, and at fifteen I
clearly said that I did not want to marry. Only Jesus attracted me constantly. With the eyes
of my soul I saw around me kings and beggars. I saw the first with all the tremendous
elaborate transitional pomp and circumstances while the others had tremendous and
transitional misery. Who would I give my love to? I decided to give my love to the one that
always lives: To Jesus.

Of my eight brothers, today only two of us survive. My sister Stephanie sister, who also
was a nun, died. She helped me a lot while we were still in our house. On Sundays, when
my mother left us cleaning the kitchen after supper, we would take turns doing this task, but
when it was my turn, Stephanie always sent me to pray, and she did it because she knew
how much I liked to pray.

On a summer afternoon, when the sun was setting, I sat silently on the first step of the
stairs behind the house. Upon seeing the beauty of the sky, I felt as if my soul was going to
fly there. Suddenly, the garden gate was opened and in came a lady. I jumped and ran
towards her. She was very beautiful and a devotee and supernatural happiness radiated
from her. She said:

- Perhaps this will be house where I am welcome. They closed the doors in the other
houses at where I arrived. "There is no place", I was told. In other places, they removed
me without explanation. I began in this row of houses and I have not passed any from the
great bridge to here.

I watched her face and realized that she was a devoted soul that loved God.

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-I like kind hearted people - she said again -. Can you provide accommodations for me?

- Yes! - I said.

I ran inside the house towards my mother. Quickly I said: "She is a very beautiful Lady,
different from us; her skirt is dark and covers her ankles. She requests to remain with us
tonight. She does not even request a bed, a chair or a bench is sufficient. After this I ran
to my father. He was a serious man and asked: "Who is this stranger?" I described her
afraid that he would dismiss her. But he agreed for the Lady to say.

"Look, my daughter, - he said to me -, one way or the other we will accommodate our
unexpected guest; we do not have much space, but let her stay ".

The night was cold, so we lit the fireplace in the house. The Lady sat in a chair in the
kitchen and I sat besides her on the floor. She began speaking to us about Heaven. I
listened to all her words and my soul rejoiced of happiness. I asked her if she wanted to
eat with us, but she only requested a little bread and tea. While we ate, she spoke to me of
the life of the Saints; of St. Francis of Assisi. I said to her that I wanted to serve God and to
be a nun.

-You will be – she said with a firm voice.
-Where do you come from? – I asked.
-I come from Vienna, from a cloister.
-Really? - I said to her with joy -. Please, take me there too, even when I am still
small – I pleaded.
-Where I am going, I cannot take you now, but later, I can take you – she replied.

The bell of the church tolled for the Angelus. The lady was engrossed in prayer, seemed
absorbed in thought; from her whole person radiated a celestial Majesty and beauty. I was
scared, only later I came to realize that she was our Most Holy Mother.

It was time to go to bed. I said to the Lady, lowering my eyes to her of shame, that we did
not have a heated room for guests, so she had to sleep in mine whereas my parents would
go to another room. She was in complete agreement with the arrangement.

My heart was glad. I told her that she could remove her veil.

- It is not important – she said smiling. But she removed it anyway. Her beautiful hair fell
as a veil, dense and flowed like a cascade.

We sat on the bed without undressing. She talked to me all night long about Heaven. I
could not close my eyes by the beauty of her speech. At dawn I said to her that I would go
to mass, and she wanted to go with me.

During mass I almost did not dare to move. We went together to receive Holy Communion.
After the mass an acolyte came to say to me: - the priest wants to have a word with you:

- I am coming, just let me accompany my guest to the end of town.

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- In effect the lady was taking the road to Stomfa, a town nearby. I asked her if she knew
the way, and I explained to her how to get there:
- First you climb the hill, and then descending you will immediately see the house of the
town.

She thanked me for spending the night in my house. Once more, I said:

- I would like to be a nun.

- Laudetur Jesus Christus! – She answered me in Latin (Praised be Jesus Christ).

After taking some steps, I turned around to see her again, because it was difficult to
separate myself from her; and to my great surprise, I could not see her anywhere. In my
infantile naiveté I thought: "Perhaps, not even the Lord Jesus can reach her!”

Meanwhile the priest was waiting for me impatiently.

- Who was that lady, Marikita? – He asked me -. She did not appear to be from this world!

- She told me that if I pray a lot, I will be able to be a nun - I answered to him with a certain
infantile pride.

The priest was a little thoughtful and later said to me:

- I hesitated to give her communion. When I offered the sacred Wafer to her, her face was
splendorous, full of light which also was coming from her mouth. It seemed to me that the
sacred Wafer flew from my fingers. She received communion in this light. Really this
extraordinary phenomenon scared me, because she herself seemed to be the glorious
eternity. Even in the sacristy, I continued shaking.

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