The Life of the Blessed Virgin Mary
by Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich

In those days at the time when Quirinius was governor of Syria,, Augustus Caesar ordered the first census in the whole Roman Empire,, So Joseph living in Nazareth in Galilee was oblige to register, Joseph belongs to the house of David and originally was born in the town of Bethlehem in Judea,, Sacred scripture says (Luke 2:1-6) that Mary who pledged to marry Joseph was required to register too and she was and expecting a child.. The distance between Nazareth and the little town of Bethlehem was 80 miles,, but tradition says that there was much ill feelings between Samaritans and Jews that Joseph and Mary has to evade Samaria to avoid the risk of being attack, so the Holy Family took the long route which is Jordan and travel near the Jordan River to reach Judea and Bethlehem, an average person walks 4 miles a day but tradition says Joseph was an old man and already way past his prime and Mary was heavily pregnant,,so the Journey will take a week..
Joseph and Mary expectant with child traverse the route going to the little town of Bethlehem to register for the general census of the whole Roman empire, this is to bring fullfillment of God's plan of salvation as what the prophets has foretold,, "Out of Bethlehem..shall He come forth..that is to be the ruler of Israel (Micah 5:2).. Joseph and Mary travelled for days arrived in Bethlehem unrecognized ,unhonored. tired, weary and homeless.. seeking a resting place for the night, but there was no room for them at the crowded inn..
Our Lady said to me:" Do not be sad. On Christmas. I'll show how Jesus was born" the vision went: I see an angel. Then he disapears and I see darkness. in that darkness I see St. Joseph. He holds a staff in his hands. In that place when there is some grass, stones on the road, and a few houses around. Mary is on a mule. It looks like she's crying but she is not. She is sad. She says, " I would be glad if someone would take us in for tonight, because I am tired" Joseph says, " Here are the houses we will ask." And they knock at doors. Mary stands in front of the house. Joseph knocks on the door. People open the door, and when they see Joseph and Mary they close it. That is repeated two or three times. When they start towards the other houses the lights begin disappearing in them, They are sad. Joseph says, "There,there is an old house;surely no one sleeps in it. Surely it's abandoned." Inside there is one mule. They put their own mule alongside the manger. Joseph gathers pieces of wood and they make a fire. He also puts some hay in it but the fire consumes it immediately. So Mary is warm more by the mule. Mary cries and is very sad. Joseph feeds the fire. Suddenly I see Jesus in front of Mary. He smiles as if he were one year old. He is joyful waving his hands, and it seems as if he was speaking.. Joseph comes to Mary and Mary says, "Joseph, this day of joy has come, but it would be better to pray..because there are people who do not like Jesus to be born." So they pray...
source: Our Lady of Medjugorje "Mary speaks to the world"

The Life of the Blessed Virgin Mary
by Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich

After this they went on into Bethlehem, the buildings of which were at some distance from each other. The entrance was through ruined walls as if the gate had been destroyed. Mary remained with the donkey at the very entrance of the street while Joseph sought a lodging in the nearest houses--in vain, for Bethlehem was full of strangers, all running from place to place. Joseph returned to Mary, saying that as no shelter was to be found there, they would go on farther into the town. He led the donkey on by the bridle, and the Blessed Virgin walked beside him. When they came to the beginning of another street, Mary again stopped by the donkey, and Joseph again went from house to house in vain seeking a lodging, and again came sadly back. This happened several times, and the Blessed Virgin often had long to wait. Everywhere the houses were filled with people, everywhere he was turned away, so he said to Mary that they would go to another part of Bethlehem where they would surely find lodging. They went a little way back in the direction in which they had come and then turned southwards. They went hesitatingly through the street, which was more like a country road, for the houses were built on slopes. Here, too, their search was fruitless. On the other side of Bethlehem, where the houses lie farther apart, they came to a lower-lying open space, like a field, where it was more solitary. There was a sort of shed here and, not far from it, a great spreading tree, with shady branches like a big lime-tree. The trunk was smooth and the spreading branches made a kind of roof. Joseph led the Blessed Virgin to this tree, and made her a comfortable seat against its trunk with their bundles, so that she might rest while he sought for shelter in the houses near. The donkey stood with its head turned towards the tree. At first Mary stood upright, leaning against the tree. Her ample white woolen dress had no girdle and hung round her in folds: her head was covered with a white veil. Many people passed by and looked at her, not knowing that the Redeemer was so near to them. She was so patient, so humble, so full of hopeful expectation. Ah, she had to wait a long, long time; she sat down at last on the rug, crossing her feet under her. She sat with her head bent and her hands crossed below her breast.
Joseph came back to her in great distress; he had found no shelter. His friends, of whom he had spoken to the Blessed Virgin, would hardly recognize him. He was in tears and Mary comforted him. He went once more from one house to another; but as he gave the approaching confinement of his wife as his chief reason for his request, he met with even more decided refusals. Although the place was solitary, the passersby at last began to stand still and look curiously at the Blessed Virgin from a distance, as one may well do if one sees somebody waiting in the dusk for a long time. I think some of them even spoke to her, asking her who she was. At last Joseph came back. He was so upset that he came up hesitatingly. He said he had had no success, but he knew of one place outside the town, belonging to the shepherds, who often went there when coming with their flocks to the town. There they would, in any case, find a shelter. He said that he knew the place from childhood; when his brothers had tormented him, he had often escaped there to hide from them and to say his prayers. Even if the shepherds did come there, he would easily come to an understanding with them; but at this time of year they were seldom there. As soon as he had settled her there in peace and quiet, he would look round again for something else. They then went outside Bethlehem to the east of the town by a lonely footpath, going to the left. It was like a path along the ruined walls, ditches, and banks of some little town. At first, the path ascended slightly, and then, descended after crossing a hill. On the east of the town, a few minutes outside it, they came to a hill or high bank, in front of which was an open space made pleasant by several trees. There were pine-trees (cedar or terebinth) and other trees with small leaves like our box-trees. The place was such as one might find right at the end of the old ramparts of some little town.
*Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich (German: Anna Katharina Emmerick) (8 September 1774 – 9 February 1824) was a Roman Catholic Augustinian Canoness Regular of Windesheim, stigmatic, mystic, visionary and ecstatic.
She was born in Flamschen, a farming community at Coesfeld, in the Diocese of Münster, Westphalia, Germany, and died at age 49 in Dülmen, where she had been a nun, and later became bedridden

The Life of the Blessed Virgin Mary From The Visions Of Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich NIHIL OBSTAT: GEORGIVS D. SMITH, D.D.
Emmerich was beatified on October 3, 2004 by Pope John Paul II

The Birth of Jesus as shown in a vision to the mystic, Maria Valtorta (1897-1961)
Vision of Maria Valtorta on Jun 06, 1944:
I still see the inside of the poor stony shelter, where Mary and Joseph have found refuge, sharing the lot of some animals.
The little fire is dozing together with its guardian. Mary lifts Her head slowly from Her bed and looks round. She sees that Joseph's head is bowed over his chest, as if he were meditating, and She thinks that his good intention to remain awake has been overcome by tiredness. She smiles lovingly and making less noise than a butterfly alighting on a rose, She sits up and then goes on Her knees. She prays with a blissful smile on Her face. She prays with Her arms stretched out, almost in the shape of a cross, with the palms of Her hands facing up and forward, and She never seems to tire in that position. She then prostrates Herself with Her face on the hay, in an even more ardent prayer. A long prayer.
Joseph rouses. He notices that the fire is almost out and the stable almost dark. He throws a handful of very slender heath on to the fire and the flames are revived, he then adds some thicker twigs and finally some sticks, because the cold is really biting: the cold of a serene winter night that comes into the ruins from everywhere. Poor Joseph must be frozen sitting as he is near the door, if we can call a door the hole where Joseph's mantle serves as a curtain. He warms his hands near the fire, then takes his sandals off and warms his feet. When the fire is gaily blazing and its light is steady, he turns round. But he does not see anything, not even Mary's white veil that formed a clear line on the dark hay. He gets up and slowly moves towards Her pallet.
« Are You not sleeping, Mary? » he asks.
He asks Her three times until She turns round and replies: « I am praying. »
« Is there anything you need? »
« No, Joseph. »
« Try and sleep a little. At least try and rest. »
« I will try. But I don't get tired praying. »
« God be with You, Mary. »
« And with you, Joseph. »

Mary resumes Her position. Joseph to avoid falling asleep, goes on his knees near the fire and prays. He prays with his hands pressed against his face. He removes them now and again to feed the fire and then he resumes his ardent prayer. Apart from the noise of the crackling sticks and the noise made now and again by the donkey stamping its hooves on the ground, no other sound is heard.
A thin ray of moonlight creeps in through a crack in the vault and it seems a blade of unearthly silver looking for Mary. It stretches in length as the moon climbs higher in the sky and at last reaches Her. It is now on Her head, where it forms a halo of pure light.
Mary lifts Her head, as if She had a celestial call, and She gets up and goes on to Her knees again. Oh! How beautiful it is here now! She raises Her head, and Her face shines in the white moonlight and becomes transfigured by a supernatural smile. What does She see? What does She hear? What does She feel? She is the only one who can tell what She saw, heard and felt in the refulgent hour of Her Maternity. I can only see that the light around Her is increasing more and more. It seems to come down from Heaven, to arise from the poor things around Her, above all it seems to originate from Herself.
Her deep blue dress now seems of a pale myosotis blue, and Her hands and face are becoming clear blue as if they were placed under the glare of a huge pale sapphire. This hue is spreading more and more on the things around Her, it covers them, purifies them and brightens everything. It reminds me, although it is somewhat softer, of the hue I see in the vision of holy Paradise, and also of the colour I saw in the visit of the Wise Men.

The light is given off more and more intensely from Mary's body, it absorbs the moonlight. She seems to be drawing to Herself all the light that can descend from Heaven. She is now the Depository of the Light. She is to give this Light to the world. And this blissful, uncontainable, immeasurable, eternal, divine Light which is about to be given, is heralded by a dawn, a morning star, a chorus of atoms of Light that increase continuously like a tide, and rise more and more like incense, and descend like a large stream and stretch out like veils…
The vault, full of crevices, of cobwebs, of protruding rubble balanced by a miracle of physics, the dark, smokey repellent vault, now seems the ceiling of a royal hall. Each boulder is a block of silver, each crack an opal flash, each cobweb a most precious canopy interwoven with silver and diamonds. A huge green lizard, hibernating between two stones, seems an emerald jewel forgotten there by a queen: and a bunch of hibernating bats is like a precious onyx chandelier. The hay from the upper manger is no longer grass blades: it is pure silver wires quivering in the air with the grace of loose hair.
The dark wood of the lower manger is a block of burnished silver. The walls are covered with a brocade in which the white silk disappears under the pearly embroidery of the relief, and the soil… what is the soil now? It is a crystal lit tip by a white light. Its protrusions are like roses thrown in homage of the soil; the holes are precious cups from which perfumes and scents are to arise.
And the light increases more and more. It is now unbearable to the eye. And the Virgin disappears in so much light, as if She had been absorbed by an incandescent curtain…and the Mother emerges.

Yes. When the light becomes endurable once again to my eyes, I see Mary with the new-born Son in Her arms. A little Baby, rosy and plump, bustling with His little hands as big as rose buds and kicking with His tiny feet that could be contained in the hollow of the heart of a rose: and is crying with a thin trembling voice, just like a new-born little lamb, opening His pretty little mouth that resembles a wild strawberry, and showing a tiny tongue that trembles against the rosy roof of His mouth. And He moves His little head that is so blond that it seems without any hair, a little round head that His Mummy holds in the hollow of Her hand, while She looks at Her Baby and adores Him weeping and smiling at the same time, and She bends down to kiss Him not on His innocent head, but on the centre of His chest, where underneath there is His little heart beating for us… where one day there will be the Wound. And His Mother is doctoring that wound in advance, with Her immaculate kiss.
The ox, woken up by the dazzling light, gets up with a great noise of hooves and bellows, the donkey turns its head round and brays. It is the light that rouses them but I love to think that they wanted to greet their Creator, both for themselves and on behalf of all the animals.
Also Joseph, who almost enraptured, was praying so ardently as to be isolated from what was around him, now rouses and he sees a strange light filter through the fingers of his hands pressed against his face. He removes his hands, lifts his head and turns round. The ox, standing as it is, hides Mary. But She calls him: « Joseph, come. »
Joseph rushes. And when he sees, he stops, struck by reverence, and he is about to fall on his knees where he is. But Mary insists: « Come, Joseph » and She leans on the hay with Her left hand and, holding the Child close to Her heart with Her right one, She gets up and moves towards Joseph, who is walking embarrassed, because of a conflict in him between his desire to go and his fear of being irreverent.
They meet at the foot of the straw bed and they look at each other, weeping blissfully.
« Come, let us offer Jesus to the Father » says Mary. And while Joseph kneels down, She stands up between two trunks supporting the vault, She lifts up Her Creature in Her arms and says: « Here I am. On His behalf, O God, I speak these words to You: here I am to do Your will. And I, Mary, and My spouse, Joseph, with Him. Here are Your servants, O Lord. May Your will always be done by us, in every hour, in every event, for Your glory and Your love. »

Then Mary bends down and says: « Here, Joseph, take Him », and offers him the Child.
« What! I?… Me?… Oh, no! I am not worthy! » Joseph is utterly dumbfounded at the idea of having to touch God.
But Mary insists smiling: « You are well worthy. No one is more worthy than you are, and that is why the Most High chose you. Take Him, Joseph, and hold Him while I look for the linens. »
Joseph, blushing almost purple, stretches his arms out and takes the Baby, Who is screaming because of the cold and when he has Him in his arms, he no longer persists in the intention of holding Him far from himself, out of respect, but he presses Him to his heart and bursts into tears exclaiming: « Oh! Lord! My God! » And he bends down to kiss His tiny feet and feels them cold. He then sits on the ground, and holds Him close to his chest and with his brown tunic and his hands he tries to cover Him, and warm Him, defending Him from the bitterly cold wind of the night. He would like to go near the fire, but there is a cold draft there coming in from the door. It is better to stay where he is. No, it is better to go between the two animals which serve as a protection against the air and give out warmth. Thus, he goes between the ox and the donkey, with his back to the door, bending over the New-Born to form with his body a shelter, the two sides of which are a grey head with long ears, and a huge white muzzle with a steaming nose and two gentle soft eyes.
Mary has opened the trunk and has pulled out the linens and swaddling clothes. She has been near the fire warming them. She now moves towards Joseph and envelops the Baby with lukewarm linen and then with Her veil to protect His little head. « Where shall we put Him now? » She asks.
Joseph looks round, thinking… « Wait » he says. « Let us move the animals and their hay over here, we will then pull down that hay up there and arrange it in here. The wood on the side will protect Him from the air, the hay will serve as a pillow and the ox will warm Him a little with its breath. The ox is better than the donkey. It is more patient and quiet. » And he bustles about, while Mary is lulling the Baby, holding Him close to Her heart, and laying Her cheek on His tiny head to warm it.
Joseph makes up the fire, without economy this time, to have a good blaze, and he warms the hay and as it dries up, he keeps it near his chest, so that it will not get cold. Then, when he has gathered enough to make a little mattress for the Child, he goes to the manger and sorts it out as if it were a cradle. « It is ready » he says. « Now we would need a blanket, because the hay stings, and also to cover Him. »
« Take My mantle » says Mary.
« You will be cold. »
« Oh! It does not matter! The blanket is too coarse. The mantle is soft and warm. I am not cold at all. Don't let Him suffer any longer! »
Joseph takes the wide mantle of soft dark blue wool, he double folds it and lays it on the hay, leaving a strip hanging out of the manger. The first bed for the Saviour is ready.
And the Mother, with Her sweet, graceful gait, moves to the manger, lays Him in it, and covers Him with the strip of Her mantle. She arranges it also around His bare head, almost completely covered by the hay, from which it is protected only by Mary's thin veil. Only His little face, the size of a man's fist, is left uncovered. Mary and Joseph, bending over the manger, are blissfully happy watching Him sleep His first sleep, because the warmth of the clothes and of the hay has appeased His crying, and made Him sleepy.

"A fuller Christmas Story" -compiled by Joseph Costa
Pursuant to the Gospel that Jesus dictated to Maria Valtorta, He said the following, in a conversation with some of His disciplines when they went to visit the grotto of His birth at Bethlehem:
"... here [Bethlehem] the night of the twenty fifth of Chislev [Jewish month], Feast of the Lights, Jesus Christ was born of the Virgin [Mary], the Immanuel, the Word of God made flesh, for the love of man: I Who am speaking to you."
As you would already know, Immanuel means: "God is with us." Jesus is true God and true Man. If you re-examine the Gospel according to St John, you will notice that he tried as much as possible to highlight the fact that Jesus was, is God.

Poor St Joseph was utterly disheartened when no one had charity on the heavily pregnant condition of his Betrothed, Virgin Mary, perpetual ever Virgin. The inn keeper, Hezekiah, a Judean, could have found a "hole" in his crowded hotel, but did not do so because he was seemingly prejudiced against poor, unknown Galileans, as were Mary and Joseph there, although both were descendants from the line of king David, a Judean. Joseph then knocked on many private doors asking for lodging, and they all said no.
When he and Mary finally went to the grotto after all failures to get lodging, there was only an ox there, and the stench therein was somewhat unbearable. Their donkey duly went and placed itself alongside the ox. It is inferred that the donkey knew that it had carried its Creator to Bethlehem.
At the time, the same night, for the delivery of Baby Jesus, a beam of Light entered the dark grotto and went to Mary. She immediately stood up and was encircled by that Light, that expanded, and Mary disappeared in ecstasy into that Light. A short time later, She emerged from that Light, standing with naked Baby Jesus in Her arms. Joseph did not see all this in this short interval. She then gave Baby Jesus to Joseph to hold so that She could get a (meagre) garment for Him. Joseph then went between the donkey and the ox in order to get some warmth for naked Baby Jesus, as it was a bitterly cold winter's night. [I can't recall whether Baby Jesus first cried at this point or when He was placed in the manger that was full of rough straw beneath that meagre garment.]
During this short interval of Mary's absorption into the Light, the grotto, for the short interval, was miraculously turned into a glorious palace room of unimaginable splendour. Everything was turned into precious stones or magnificence, and even the animal excrement on the ground was turned into precious stones or other magnificence.
The shepherds, 12 in all, came soon after with a sheep's skin (for Baby Jesus), and with a lamb that had recently lambed and so had milk. Baby Jesus was crying, being hungry, and Mary for the moment had no breast milk to feed Him with, for the time being, as She was not yet lactating. After a few days, the shepherds were able to find accommodation for the Holy Family in the Bethlehem town proper. Mary later lactated and was then able to breast feed Her Baby Son and God.
The 3 kings or wise men from the East came when Jesus was about 6-12 months old, a toddler. All the 3 kings experienced a sort of "pre-Pentecost," as they, as well as all their servants, all spoke and understood severally in their own native language. Very soon after, the Holy Family had to flee for Egypt, for king Herod wanted to kill the Child Jesus, and the gifts of the 3 kings served for this purpose, as well as for acquiring or renting a poor house in Egypt, and finally to buy furniture for their despoiled house in Nazareth when they finally returned home. The money from the 3 kings ended at this point. The pyramids were visible from that house in then Matarea, Egypt.
Satan had a gut feeling that Jesus was then in the world, and was actively, desperately, looking for Him, in order to destroy His Mission. But the Father cast a veil over the Holy Family to prevent Satan from recognising Jesus before the appointed time - a veil of ordinary living. Satan knows the present and the past, but not the future. Satan is extremely intelligent, having once been magnificent Lucifer and prince of all the angels. No man can defeat Satan in debate, except God.
Joseph and Mary were fully married in accordance with the Jewish traditions at the time, except that the marriage was never carnally consummated. God knows where to lay His Gifts. Before they married, Joseph and Mary offered their chastity to God, except that Mary had already offered Her virginity to God when She was about 2-3 years old and then known as the "Flower of Nazareth" because of Her exceptional beauty. Had Adam and Eve not sinned at the beginning, earth would have been a pre-Heaven, and man (and woman) would have been conceived and born similarly to how Jesus was: by the power of the Holy Spirit, Who is the real Spouse of Mary.
Mary, the Madonna, was born Immaculate, i.e. without Original Sin. She was conceived in a natural way by their married parents, St Joachim and St Anne, who never knew that they had given birth to the Mother of God and ours. Anne did not experience any discomfort or pain in carrying Mary, nor with Her delivery. Mary always brings joy, not pain. Except for Her parents and those who assisted at Her birth, no one else on earth had ever seen Her Body.
Mary is the Father's masterpiece of Beauty. The Father says to us: be good, come to Heaven, and enjoy beholding the beauty of Mary. The Father created the colour of wheat, golden, to match the colour of Mary's hair; the colour of the sky, sky-blue, to match the colour of Her eyes; the colour of the pearl, white, to match the colour of Her teeth; the colour of the lily, white, to match the colour of Her skin; the harmonious speech of the nightingale to match the sound of Her speech; and... the weeping speech of the turtledove to match the sound of Her weeping... Our Lady of Sorrows.
Jesus and Mary are now both in Heaven, more beautiful than ever, with Their transformed magnificent glorified human Bodies, except that Jesus' glorified Body still carries, by His will as an exception, the Stigmata but in a glorious way, to remind us for all eternity how much it cost Him to redeem and save us. St Joseph and all the other humans in Heaven await the end of the world and the Last Judgement before they can acquire their own beautiful glorified body. Those born on earth with a deformed body will, if they are good and go to Heaven, acquire a glorified body more beautiful than the angels'. Life in Heaven is an eternal present in unceasing joy. God has given us an easy road map to get there: obeying the immutable Ten Commandments.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. +

One additional note from Maria Valtorta's visions concerning the events during the time of the birth of Jesus: 
-The slaughter of the innocents in Bethlehem ordered by King Herod: Maria saw the number of babies killed as being exactly thirty-two, of which eighteen in the actual town of Bethlehem and four-teen in the nearby country. Also six baby girls were slaughtered as the hired cut-throats could not tell them from baby boys because they were dressed alike, and also because of the darkness and their hurry to kill. The above information was given by Maria Valtorta on a separate sheet added to the original manuscript.

This article is one of a trilogy of articles compiled from the writings of Maria Valtorta (1897-1961) by Joseph Costa. The three articles are:
-The Birth of Jesus
-The Passion, Death and Resurrection of Jesus
-The Final Judgment of Humanity by Jesus the Judge

Also, for a short biography on the Italian mystic, Maria Valtorta see:
-Maria Valtorta, The Pen of Jesus

**Maria Valtorta (14 March 1897 – 12 October 1961) was a Roman Catholic Italian writer and poet, considered by many to be a mystic.[citation needed] She was a Franciscan tertiary and a lay member of the Servants of Mary who reported reputed personal conversations with, and dictations from, Jesus Christ.
In her youth, Valtorta travelled around Italy due to her father's military career. Her father eventually settled in Viareggio. In 1920, aged 23, while walking on a street with her mother, a delinquent youth struck her in the back with an iron bar for no apparent reason. In 1934 the injury eventually confined her to bed for the remaining 28 years of her life. Her spiritual life was influenced by reading the autobiography of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux and, in 1925, at the age of 28, before becoming bedridden, she offered herself to God as a victim soul.
From 23 April 1943, until 1951 she produced over 15,000 handwritten pages in 122 notebooks, mostly detailing the life of Jesus as an extension of the gospels. Her handwritten notebooks containing close to 700 reputed episodes in the life of Jesus were typed on separate pages by her priest and reassembled, becoming the basis of her 5,000-page book The Poem of the Man God.[1] The Holy See placed the work on the Index of Prohibited Books and the Vatican newspaper L'Osservatore Romano accompanied publication of this decree with an article that called the book a badly fictionalized life of Jesus.[2] Valtorta lived most of her life bedridden in Viareggio, Italy where she died in 1961. She is buried at the grand cloister of the Basilica of Santissima Annunziata in Florence.[
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