BOOK 2 Chapter 6e...
Encounter with Mystery
Reprinted with kind permission from St. Joseph Publications

from the book She Went in Haste to the Mountain (Book 1)

NOTE: All excerpts from Conchita's Diary will be in extra-bold type


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    The first Holy Week in Garabandal during the apparitions (April 15th to 22nd) left indelible traces engraved on many hearts.

    In the same places and at the same time that Mercedes Salisachs had the personal experiences that have just been mentioned, another distinguished visitor to the village was also having his own deeply felt experiences. The visitor was a doctor from the city of Vitoria named José de la Vega. A believer, but not easily aroused, he went up to Garabandal like many others, simply out of curiosity to see what was happening.

    What happened there had such an effect on him that he felt it his duty in conscience to make it known. Under his name appeared an article in the newspaper El Pensamiento Alavés on April 27th, 1962, during Easter Week:

   
PHOTO (left) :
"The Virgin passes almost daily . . ."    PHOTO (right):  "... thru the winding streets."

    «From the 18th of last June, the Virgin passes almost daily thru the winding streets of a little village lost in the hills of the Picos de Europa. [For the sake of accuracy, the doctor's statement should be clarified: Garabandal is not in the group of mountains composing the Picos de Europa, although it is near to it in the Peña Sagra chain of mountains to the northeast.] This is what is affirmed by four girls between 11 and 12 years of age, born and brought up high in the Santander mountains, without any more education than grade school and instructions by their parish priest.

PHOTO:  the ancient village school

 The entire village of about 70 families has lived for months in complete disorder. Once or more on almost every day at pre-fixed hours the girls pray, speak to, and kiss the Virgin, and are swept up in deep ecstasy. The simple parents of these young girls are frightened . . .

    The Church prudently refrains from giving its opinion. The doctors, even the most incredulous, have recognized that this matter doesn't have any logical explanation. But thousands of believers — coming each day to the village from the most faraway places — find in fervent and tearful faith, the only explanation for the extraordinary events that happen every night at San Sebastian de Garabandal.


"I was forced to believe in a miracle."

    I passed the Holy Week among these people. I listened to the inhabitants of the village and to the visitors. I talked with the girls before and after their visions.

    And as I could find no professional explanation for what I myself had seen, I was forced to believe in a miracle.
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Have you seen the Virgin? — some people asked me.
— No. I haven't seen her. But I have felt her with my heart and soul.

    A Jesuit Father [Perhaps this was Father Corta who had gone to make the Holy Week in Garabandal.]who was with me there, said to me:
I see you are very skeptical, doctor.
No, Father, that isn't so. I'm completely confused. My most vehement desire would be to feel like the girls and those that accompany them. But you know better than I that faith is a gift that God doesn 't concede to everyone in the same way.

    Sometime after this conversation, I was able to follow an apparition for the second time and close at hand. It was the dawn of Holy Saturday. It was raining ceaselessly, and the entire village seemed to be covered with mud and stones. With flashlights in our hands, we hurriedly followed one of the visionaries who was running through the streets in ecstasy. With her hands joined, she was holding a crucifix; her head tilted sharply backwards; her eyes fixed on the sky, but smiling. From time to time, she knelt down, prayed, and kissed the cross . . . Half the village and all the visitors, including children, followed her as if hypnotized.
   


"where the Virgin appeared for the first time."

    In the little kitchen of her house (where later she talked with us half asleep — it was 4 o'clock in the morning) we succeeded in seeing her enter abruptly into ecstasy, and fall on her knees without burning herself on the hot stones of the blazing fireplace. Later she got up. and as if transported by angels, she began to run through the village. Stumbling in the darkness and splashing in mud up to our ears, we followed after her, unable to stop ourselves.

    I asked God fervently for the grace of faith.

    In spite of the dim light, we ran through all the little streets of the village. We went to the courtyard of the church, the cemetery, and then to the hill where the Virgin appeared for the first time.
[The doctor is referring to the hill of the Pines; but it should be remembered that the first apparitions, including those of the Virgin, did not take place there, but rather on the narrow road that leads up to the Pines, in the Calleja. nearer to the village than the Pines.]

    The roughness of the way, the blackness of the night, the bad weather, and my flabby condition as a city dweller made me stumble so many times that I fell behind. Finally, I could go no more and decided to wait for them to return. On the contrary, my wife didn't want to stop — in spite of being short of breath — and she continued onward, asking help for my lack of faith . . .

    Soon the girl slopped without arriving at the crest of the hill, and came back on the trail down, marching backwards, hardly touching the stones, continuously looking upward and smiling at the sky.

    On coming to my level, she stopped again, fell hard on the gravel with her bare knees, raised the cross to the sky and . . . gave it to me to kiss! Then she searched with her hands among the multitude of chains and rosaries that hung from her neck, seeking for a special chain, while whispering to the invisible Apparition, Tell me which is it ... Is it this one?

    With her hand she raised up the medal to give it to the Virgin to kiss in her vision. And we all heard her whisper again, Tell me whom it belongs to.


"Try to explain the mystery of the four village girls from the Montaña."

    And then, without hesitating any more, she turned toward my wife and put the chain around her neck, and without looking, latched the little gold fastener in place. Thrilled and weeping, my wife fell on her knees there, as I did and many of those that were witnessing the unusual scene. The girl had her kiss the medal blessed by the breath of the Virgin, and helped her to get up from the ground with an angelical smile that we will never forget.

    Later my turn came. In the same way as with my wife, and with the same or similar words, she put on me my medal that had been kissed by the Virgin ... I could not contain myself, and tears ran down my cheeks.

    At the same time, I found the explanation for everything I had not understood. In the heavenly expression of the girl, I saw a reflection of the Virgin's invisible presence over our heads. On my knees as I was, weeping copiously, I began to ask pardon from God for my lack of faith.

    I will return to San Sebastian de Garabandal, as everyone who has come returns. I will bring doctors and friends, and I will ask them to try to explain the mystery of the four village girls from the Montana. But still more, I will ask God that the feeling I felt on the early morning of Holy Saturday never leave me. It is so beautiful to believe in a miracle!»

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    The chapter finishes. The woman from Segovia, the Protestant engineer from Germany, the novelist from Barcelona, the doctor from Vitoria . . . These are just a few cases that have come by chance or by providence to our knowledge. How many others are still unknown? How many others will remain forever hidden from human eyes?

    But by the few that we know about, we can say that many ways toward God for the help of souls, have passed, and will continue to pass, thru . . .
Garabandal
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