year 1978 on the twentyfifth day of the second month, the hand of the Lord was
upon Marcello Ciai, who lived then in a house on the slopes of Mount Subasio at
Viole of Assisi.
Here three witnesses :
....The Spirit led me to an
I was taken in a
vision in a place which to me seemed ancient Egypt, because I saw
Pharaoh, the pyramids and ancient tombs. The Spirit led me to an
underground chamber, where there was a row of coffins placed on the
ground, all in line.
In the middle of these one shone full of light, as if it was made of
light and contained light.
I looked enraptured, when all of a sudden a clear writing, in big
characters, appeared on the tomb: EZEKIEL , while the voice,
sonorously, articulated slowly and clearly this name.
Someone that I couldn't see, said to me: " There is a secret that
The destiny of Ezekiel is different from what history has
The same soft voice continued telling me that the spirit of Ezekiel was
upon me, and that
I had to follow his revelations.
I woke up in the middle of the night
astonished by the dream:
it was incomprehensible for me, in that I didn't know that name, and
knew nothing regarding the prophet Ezekiel. However, I
transcribed everything with care.
In fact I realised that I was living a very particular time and I
wanted to understand well
what was happening to me, to draw the best for my life.
Seven weeks passed, I had another
found myself near waters, together with a multitude of people.
There appeared in the sky, two flying creatures dressed in white
and shining like silver. They looked like humans, and were winged,
beautiful, strong, great and awesome.
The two angels,
flying passed in the sky,
left behind them tracks like
shining pearls, like ice-crystals.
These tracks composed themselves twining in spirals and forming
like an expanse of brilliant gems from which I saw then, raising
itself in wonderful splendour, a city with domes, bells and
colours of the rainbow.
In that ineffable night
vision, I looked and saw a great cloud
with a globe of fire which radiated
all around its splendour.
Underneath, lower, behind another cloud, there was a
clearer light, behold
it was the moon.
From the whirling of fire from the cloud above,
I saw a
flame getting longer, sparkling;
and then it composed itself into the form
of a newborn baby, brilliant, radiant, that like a spark flew towards the
Seized by divine fervour,
I shouted to the many people there present, that this vision of glory
was a message of God. I invited them to kneel
down and turn themselves to heaven praying, as one could and knew, God
Almighty. There arose a yell of
supplication and groans, exclamations of dismay and fear, accents of
repentance and pleas of mercy to God, among the most desperate
invocations. I felt impelled to go and
help the fright and terror of many, encouraging them to turn
themselves to God as Father, with the words of "Our Father".
We all raised this prayer
to the Lord.
Three days after, on the eighteenth
of the fourth month, while I was sleeping, I was raptured in Paradise.
In the place where I
arrived, seated around a long table, there were some men who were
praying, under the guidance of He whom they called
"Master" : a majestic figure which stood out amongst them,
with a beard, long hair, and an inscrutable face.
For me, there wasn't a place around the table, however, I saw an
inviting stone on the ground and there I sat down, right in front of
He, who was the Lord Jesus ! (Marcello
some time afterwards discovered that the face was surprisingly that
of the Sacred Shroud).
Everyone began to pray and I also participated in their prayers. At
a certain point, the Master looked at me, bowed His head towards the
table before me, He opened something that was similar to a register,
then He wrote three things in three different spaces, raising every
time, His gaze towards me. The men closer to Him and also all those
who had their backs towards me, turned around together and looked at
me radiantly, full of joy, and exclaiming, they said to me :
" He has accepted you! He has accepted you! He has written you
in all the three spaces of the register. "
I was full of joy, happy, even though I didn't understand profoundly
and completely the meaning of all that was happening to me. Then the
Master handed to me with His right hand, a kind of writing-pad and
said to me: " Now you read."
I understood that I had to read, really me, by myself. I took the
writing-pad shyly, fearing that I couldn't know how to satisfy the
Master. It was a hard and difficult moment for me. I began to read
the first page, but my reading wasn't fluent because I didn't
understand well. The Master insisted however, until I read better,
and so I recommenced from the beginning and read correctly.
All of a sudden I found in my hand, something like a small
blue-shining board on which there weren't written words, but square
signs in relief, unknown to me, like engraved on the surface
itself. These signs I could see with my own eyes and feel with my
finger tips, but I couldn't decipher them or none the less read
Therefore I stopped not knowing how to go ahead; I felt regret for
not knowing how to bring about the conclusion that the Master
had asked of me. But, some of the first men, turned to me and said:
" We will help you, be at peace."
was only after seven months that, with amazement, I saw again those
on a table of ancient alphabets in an encyclopeadia which had recently
been acquired at home :
characters corresponding, as from the document
reproduced here, to the letters, among the southern
semitic characters : "He"
I discovered then, thanks to the research of my wife, that they
specifically indicated two verses of Psalm 119 (118), from the
The only Psalm of its nature, in which, in a constant tension of love
and fear, the servant of the Lord asks and obtains that God reveals
His teachings to him directly, in the deepness of his heart.
That Psalm so became my fervent and constant prayer.
Teach me, O Lord, the way of your statutes, and I will observe it to the end.
34) Give me understanding, that I may keep your law and observe it with my whole
35) Lead me in the path of your commandments, for I delight in it.
36) Turn my heart to your decrees, and not to selfish gain.
37) Turn my eyes from looking at vanities; give me life in your ways.
38) Confirm to your servant your promise, which is for those who fear
(* 1) Marcello afterwards found that the
face of the "Master" surprisingly resembled that of the Holy Shroud, in an
exhibition held at the parish of Ponte Felcino (Perugia) by Monsignor Mario
Ceccobelli, (later appointed Bishop of Gubbio).
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