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Divine Mercy Always shows me mercy and grace throughout my life especially in crisis, recently my prayers and yours prayers brought good news for my son’s biopsy results I am forever grateful and know this was through grace from our sacred heart of Jesus ❤️

The moment I start reciting the divine mercy prayers and rosary, I feel his presence,
the sorrow, worries and doubts on my heart fade away and this confirms to me that he is present.
Thank you.

I was detected of Hepatitis B infection in my blood in 2009 as well as in 2011. Recently on 8th and on 9th October 2024 when tested twice there is no trace of this infection in my blood. I use to drink Holy Water and apply Blessed oil on my héad añd recite the Divine Mercy Chaplet at 3 PM with the Way of the Cross. I strongly believe that it is by the fervent prayers of St Faustina and the Blessed Mother Mary there is no trace of this Hepatitis B in my blood. All glory to God.

After World War II, much changed. From the Lviv region, Polish nuns came to the Krakow area. In turn, from the north of Poland, a woman came to the south of the country after the good years experienced in the People’s Republic of Poland. She witnessed the account, and told me about it, that the now elderly nun, the one from the Lviv areas – with great difficulty, maybe two or three times in her life (I don’t know how many) told me that in those war times – the nuns became victims of the onslaught of Ukrainians (events of slaughter of Ukrainians on Poles). They were raped for hours, brutally, then nailed to the door of the Church, with their hands, like Christ, crucified... I do not know in which order, Church or Monastery it was, and whether the sisters survived. At that time the entire Polish population, suffered similarly, but it was so heartbreakingly difficult, painful, in just listening unbearable, this cruelty to the sisters. How many such victims were there, what one does not even want to talk about? They were buried, more were buried. There were many dead. One wanted to live on, to leave it, even though it was eating away at the psyche. These people are crying out from under the ground for remembrance, for saving history, for remembrance. Polish sisters, the embodiment of Christ’s Church, the Polish Church... We were driven from our lands, precious ones. A sociologist talked to me about this. He said that we must go beyond such traumas, become free, because we will not stop hurting ourselves. There are simply people, our stories, faces, mistakes and one earth. One can say after all this time that the world is not livable, it is not good, people are mean and treat others like things to satisfy their own lousy instincts. Working with disabled children, physically and intellectually – I experienced various situations. These were severe handicaps. Sometimes I support such children because someone asks (apparently, this is how a penal order for unruly nuns can be, maybe spiritually I am such as I don’t want to physically join; a great punishment, such an occupation). This is how it comes out or they themselves are able to ask. On the one hand, they can’t embrace physiological matters on their own. On the other hand, things were different... As one works, takes good care of them, cares about their development, not just physical rehabilitation above all – they discover beautiful things. Such a child directed words to me that he saw a dove. It appeared as a glow of fire. It was surprised because there were suddenly flower petals swirling around. It got the message in its mind that it would be reborn from the ashes. It presses it into the ground. The child knows its limitations, but it teaches about the fact that we will rise from our death in life, futility; is this a metaphor or a good catechetical education? It must have had some visionary insight. I descend sometimes to cynicism, because it gets me when it’s already a hailstorm, and still suddenly in the middle of summer it attracts withered leaves and beats on the face with its ugliness... The child went on to say, he likes to tell stories – that we should support each other, all people. It told me that it is burned, burned out from the inside, but will be reborn one day... It’s tired, because it has such limitations. It says and simple things as a rule, naive, sometimes stupid, but it is sincere and kind. However, all of us have that, do things good and weak. This child writes more polonistically correct than teachers, which texts without proofreading I have seen many. How much it costs them. He can barely move his hands... How much he demands of himself, and still they will say that he is inferior, that he doesn’t know how to do things, can’t do things; he is smarter than the multitude of people. It still has to command everything; but we are the ones who do all things barely correctly ourselves, such is our strength that we hide; we are not patient with others. I will say what I discovered. The impairment of one area of the mind opens up space for a greater expansion of the other (brain physiology). If you want to be a genius, you will be very limited, for example, in the spheres of life. These children have a gift, flashes of genius, but what does life mean for us... I could describe this idea widely in the scientific press, but I want to write to people’s consciences. We are not the best, the most important, there are others next to us, wonderful people. There are red and white crowns. Too many questions, not enough thoughtfulness about the world of God, however, despite everything... I am a rebel. I will never come to terms with who we have the people to be, from what no one is better? I will never come to terms with the deformity of the world that people have deformed?... Thinking themselves the best, dumbing down the most beautiful minds... That’s why we have such a world. When I was studying, the first years, I wanted to accept to work for nuns. The nun almost burst with laughter, but she mastered herself. She said calmly that it was beautiful that I wanted to teach people with disabilities about literature, but completely unnecessary. I thought in the words of a poem by Father Twardowski, no one wants to take us on... A corporation will believe you to do something that makes sense, but a nun will not. For something God gives such experiences to some that they are expendable. An intellectually handicapped child „killed me” because he told me that as he cripples his feet against the world, he apologizes to the stones that they experienced his wounds... He actually cripples them because he can’t walk. He has a dream to walk because his parents will cry with happiness. And can’t they cry with happiness that their child is alive and what he is? They would be happy. Moving on to the third installment of this record, I want to test the thesis that God is and man is not. A few years ago, as this educator, learning about human affairs – I entered the room where a person who had just hung himself spent the last moments of his life. On the table a Bible, a rosary. You could see how she used it, how much she wanted to be saved. It was a cell where evil fought against good. She was a good person, supporting others, she was left alone. She needed support, after the tragic death of a loved one. For this even children, teenagers – laughed at her, harassed her (they sat outside the house and harassed her, attacked her), because she was getting fat, taking drugs that were supposed to save her psyche. No doses helped... She even received terrible text messages, it was such cruel and unpunished harassment. She was afraid to leave the house. I thought, if God was there, why... Man was missing. It did not give me peace of mind. The thought came to me, I give God a chance (after these few years), I opened this person’s Bible. I took it from her house, it was antique. People took the money, the valuables she put out on the table herself. So I open the Bible and thought, there must be hard evidence to convince me why this happened... I just wanted to know how this person would be judged. I opened the Bible right on the passage that the multitude of saints came from the great tribulation and whitened their robes in the blood of Branko. I think nothing in the entire Bible could have given me greater relief. After all, God cannot forget such people in His mercy. Nevertheless, it came to this because God needs to act, to send people to such ends. There was no man, God alone was not enough, because He invites us to cooperate. We are a reflection of His light in the world. We have power from God, but to use it, God needs our complicity. He chooses us to walk together. We are needed by Him because He so willed it. It is man who leaves God and others, not God of man and the world... What’s more, such human sacrifices are needed so that others will open their eyes, not be dormant and desensitized; not follow evil. What lessons will you learn from your life today? (August 2024).

My father passed away on february month of 2024. We were all devastated as it was sudden and unexpected death. To cope with my sorrows I started praying by reciting divine mercy novena. Somehow 'Jesus i trust in you' comforted me greatly. While i neared to 8th/9th day novena, God always showed through my dreams that I need to pray for souls in purgatory. In my last dream i saw my father near the altar of church/God.
I pray for everyone and for their needs. I believe and trust in God. God is in power and we can trust in him, because his love and mercy will surpass any sins or situation.

To emerge from the cell of workaholic... On July 19, 2024, I heard through my sleep a loud cry from a man that he wanted to rest peacefully... I did not perceive that someone may be dying, admittedly it is a dream, but "do not be unbelieving", such... I went to sleep after waking up. Some souls afterwards still seemed to be hitting each other in their sleep and had trouble getting through with their cries. All of them that night as if thirsty for solace, suffering. In the morning I got busy with work. I determined for myself that at 3pm I would pray for them, joining the prayer from the Chapel of Mercy in Lagiewniki. It was not easy, because today I received a report, you need to save ... a project of great value. My task is to prepare it, for urgent reference, that is, promising research for ... strict industry. This needs to be given the rank of scientific presentations, presented, etc. Well, but nothing, I joined in prayer, let it happen what it will, deadlines are running out and the project will fall ... I felt that it is in my life, as it should be. As I prayed, I took up work again, with peace of mind. Nothing fell down. I was even thanked for my sobriety of thought and walking on the ground, despite my artistic abilities. They appreciated my work more when they waited and were glad that someone knew how to help them. I'm not a rip-off, nevertheless the task is big and it's worth half a month of my work (and I'll get another on a permanent basis), so I was happy to know that in August I'll probably go to the Chapel of Mercy a few times... At ease. In my life, this is a feat, because for five years I haven't taken a break from work... I know that everything I have, by the grace of God, and He has been patient for a long time... I don't lose as I pray, but in the end I'm much lighter, and I was afraid... There was a great lack of prayer in my life today... On Fridays is my duty at the Chaplet for the Dying. I pray with all my spiritual strength, fervently, that the soul in question will trust in God's mercy and be saved... Which I have entrusted every time in the Divine Mercy Chaplet. I feel that it's not easy, but when I finish praying – I feel, in turn, such peace, pure thoughts... I try to empathize with these souls... I also struggle with my weakness to pray as well as possible. Because I know the seriousness of the matter... Then I still last a few moments on the rosary, in concentration, to accompany these souls with all my strength, and I remember those then, which came earlier, in a dream or which were entrusted to me as part of the Chaplet for the Dying in general. I apologize for my inadequacies and omissions and give thanks. I feel confidence itself flowing over me, the presence of God, at my fingertips, and I know that the prayer was good... And I glorify Him on this rosary still and learn to love better, to know His grace. I reflect on my mistakes and plan to live better, to be more for the needs of the world... I learn to value life. And to remember that everything is in God's hands. I have a lot of spiritual potential, but I lived how I lived... at times... Fortunately. Accumulated from this a few years on rough waves, but God did not extinguish my life....
And he flared up for lack of strength. Yes, I've been at death a couple of times, and I'm 30-something years old and in good shape. God gave me everything from scratch and more... This is His mercy. The nights are calm, almost all of them. It's just that suddenly everything slowed down, on the beads, when I recited the Chaplet of Mercy. My employer today reminds me – "Work, work, time... You'll get yours". It's just that I don't want to continue to live like this... After all that has happened to me – I don't enjoy anything, and I understood in the Chapel of Mercy that I only want God... Until such a cleansing, detachment from all life, unbearable physical and mental pain to be able to admit such a truth; this was the greatest gift, this suffering... It is necessary to catch the balance, because you can not do anything, there are too many needs of the world... A literary workshop at the Y publishing house, I do not know if I will be, and this is the way to the best in creativity; it falls out to be. August – a conference at almost the best university in the world, I won't be, but I will devote my next work to the protection of life at world conferences of this type... I can't reject everything I've been striving for all my life, with difficulty... Because I recognized that it's all nothing, human inventions, and God is everything real, the most beautiful and the best... The most wonderful and the most holy. Everything in the face of this is nothing, my love missed like a bullet through a fence and my small mind in the face of the power of which He has no end... But I already know that His mercy is the full remedy for this night... So after this cleansing even with joy, yes, not felt for a long time I sit down to write another scientific text for a journal in an exotic country (the cradle of interesting medical discoveries). As I blazed the trails more firmly on my behalf, in science I will glorify the values of God's Christian civilization, demanding in medicine the urgent protection of life in the face of modern changes. But I will not condemn anyone for what has already happened... I am a man who should carry hope – this is my profession, among others – and help to get out of crises, because every life is always stronger and more valuable than anything less. This is my way, I will try to give more time to it in my life, because what is more important than human life... I know well what a man in the market often means, how much he is productive, and he works for various large entities, people... I want to work for the civilization of God, because it will not exploit me and throw me out, when I no longer need anything, and in the human world this happens too often... And I will do something really good, for the general people... But I know, it is impossible to live perfectly, behind me mistakes, however, shaped me, besides, I can not just work without pay, because many human needs around will fall. Difficult compromises, nevertheless, with the mercy of God, everything is to live on, despite everything... And it is these moments, breakthroughs, flashes of consciousness that count... The more it costs me to pull human affairs, the better... And someday maybe God will accept me into the world, in which after each day I do not sit alone without a word in the evenings....
The workshop was intense. I did not return to creativity for a bit. I approached the task, wrote a small poetic treatise, it seemed to me that pure philosophy, reflection on time, history of places. A well-known literary critic was stunned, he said it was beautiful... A vision written in the old language and began to spin a serious, involved – explanation, reassuring that Milosz knew that man is sometimes a tool and conveys the dimensions of others. I perceive that it is already difficult to keep the multiplication of spiritual experiences firmly in check... I was reminded of how the poet returned from Rome after 11 years. I met him in college. He claimed to have visions and express them in poetry. He once wrote that I have a heart like a diamond, a million harder than a nut, and although delicacy, a sharp, fierce firmness, unyielding, and such a person, which seems like an angel – appears to him only in such a way that he serves churches and God, for example, giving tours like his and telling there about the tower with the clock or an over-prized painting from one of the monasteries. I went from these studies and he became bitter too... He was a mature man, I was a teenager at the time and did not know what this strange person was making up and reading in the market... And today I already find it difficult to suppress what others see and so it has always been... Only no one laughed at it, and when I wanted to annihilate it in myself, there was little left of me... It even ended tragically. What is this... Man is not a creation apparently detached on earth already from eternity... The limited will laugh. My frail strength... And the words he wants to quickly throw out, simplify, rationalize. However, it does not pass... It's simply a mystical creation, and that's probably my role. After all, I've seen others similar to myself... What kind of people took it and made their own.
Nie jest straszna śmierć, ale strach przed nią, najstraszniejszy jest.

Sacred Heart of Jesus thank you for granting my request today. Please grant my other requests soon. Jesus I TRUST in you.

Around 1996 I was given a little card with the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. Since then I pray it daily and it has transformed my life and produced many miracles in my family. I hope, if it is God’s Will, to visit The Church of the Holy Spirit in Rome and the relics of Saint Faustina with my son in the next months. Jesus, I trust in You!

My story is long, but the most important thing is how Jesus Christ, and the Holy Rosary saved me for I was involved with Porn and drugs. And when my partner passed from cancer i was lost, I met a wonderful priest and as we talked and as I went to confession and prayed the rosary and divine mercy begging the feelings to go away and praise God they did now i am FREE.

I grew up a catholic and my family were all devoted to the church. However, we also lived comfortably which took away struggle and only to experience it at the age of 12 when my grandma died. I went astray after that. I got pregnant at the age of 19 and gave birth at 20. At that time, I was alone with no support from family, friends or the father of my child. My dad had a booklet of the Divine Mercy written by Brother Villavicencio. Ever since, I was a believer of God’s mercy and I journaled everything that I aspired—I want a stable job, a good partner, my own room (privacy), and going back to study. All three excluding the latter has been granted through God’s mercy and amazing works. I was also able to influence my boyfriend (who was agnostic) to have faith in God. He is now a man of God in Jesus’ name. I was also able to share the miracles of the Chaplet to all my friends and people who need it. A silly but the best one would be my friend who went through a heartbreak and I told him to go to mass for 9 days and I’ll pray the chaplet for him. God answered it and they were together and has celebrated their second year last month. To God be the Highest Glory!

For approximately fifteen years, I have determined and consistently committed myself to commence my day and every day regularly and fervently, apart from the Rosary and other prayers, praying both the Chaplet of Divine Mercy and for more than thirty times the Chaplet O blood and water.... I trust in you. Also, regularly no matter what, together with my wife, despite incredibly, not before the devil's part during the day in order not to do so, through a little domestic squabble, we pray the Chaplet on every Friday at three in the afternoon. I always look forward every year day after day to receiving communion on Divine Mercy Sunday. In contrast, preoccupied with saying, My wife hasn't the same kind of spirit for this devotion, even though I incessantly literally preach throughout these years to her to do so. Now comes the part that made me write all this:

The Friday before the feast of this year, I was working quite a bit far away from home so I made sure to leave the client's place early about a quarter to two. As soon as I left the client's place a tourist double-decker bus behind me somehow smashed the tailgate of my car. Since there was nothing with the bus and I knew that there was not enough time to be at home in time for the Chaplet, I didn't bother at all to fill out the normal bumper-to-bumper form for the insurance. Thus without any hesitation, I drove with the aim not only of being on time at home but also of going through the way to buy a second-hand tailgate and install it even that same evening after the reciting of the Chaplet. Why you might ask, risking not being on time for the Chaplet when I could do so after? I was aware that after the Chaplet there wouldn't be enough time to go to get a new tailgate and also to the panel beater and ask him to do the job that same evening. I was full of spirit and positively sure that all would end up well! I believed!! JESUS I TRUST IN YOU. But again, why all this hurry to do the job? Yes, I'm afraid for the simple reason that first, I never wanted not only to tell my wife about the accident to avoid any quarrels before the Chaplet but also not let her see the car smashed unless I am also able to face her to tell her that I got the new one in my car and it will be in place that same evening. Second, the following morning it was a must to go to a particular funeral Mass, and third, the most vital, the day after it was The Divine Mercy Sunday precisely the most difficult for my wife to receive communion. Now I didn't want to be the culprit in generating a genuine excuse for my wife to simply say to me that she couldn't go to the Mass. For the sake of space, I won't go through and tell you what I've been through till I got the right tailgate in my car, but I just tell you I was at home for the Chaplet at quarter to three, and even had enough time to make a cup of tea for my wife and me, I never mentioned anything to her, and immediately after the Chaplet went straight to the panel beater and returned home as I believed! JESUS I TRUST IN YOU! Just one more to go before the end and also for you to know how much the devil works till the end with the hope that souls won't commune on this most powerful feast of Divine Mercy. The following morning as usual I woke up prayed my normal morning prayers and went to the Mass, forgetting totally about the funeral, the devil's work. On my way back home from the Mass, I met my nephew, who as it happened was the cousin of the father of the deceased, a two-year-old boy, and told me about going to this particular funeral! God's work! Thus, not only I went to this particular funeral but also received communion twice! God's work! That was the cake, now to the icing! Sunday morning, I reminded and asked my wife that she must receive communion on this Divine Mercy Sunday, she simply said to me; NO! You go, I watch the Mass on TV and that's enough. The devil’s work! I said to her what's the use of praying and say to him JESUS I TRUST IN YOU, so I went; upset but not wretched. In the afternoon I saw my wife preparing herself for the evening Mass! JESUS' WORK! We went to the evening Mass and for the first-ever time as much as I did in the funeral the day before, I received communion on DIVINE MERCY SUNDAY TWICE!

JESUS DIVINE MERCY'S WORK!!!

JESUS I TRUST IN YOU

Today, March 17th 2024 at 15:20:56 I was praying the divine mercy prayer and watching the video for the divine mercy prayer. At 15:20:56 on the camera, I saw a shadow of apparently of a nun walking from the right side a the altar toward the left side of the altar of the chapel until the exact ending of the divine mercy prayer. I was fascinated. Thanks that I can watch the live stream daily.