I WROTE ON 2ND SEPTEMBER ANNO DOMINI 2017:
Floridia ? Syracuse
2nd September 2017
Video: In memory of Our Lady of Tears:
Eugenio Siragusa, the greatest contactee of recent times, born in Catania on 25th March 1919 and died on 27th August 2006, and spiritual father of Giorgio Bongiovanni, had in Catania in the 1950s this singular experience concerning Our Lady of Tears of Syracuse:
"One day in August / September 1953 I passed through Piazza Universit?, in Catania, when a woman dressed in black approached me. She was old but very beautiful and with a very bright face. Her dress was elegant, it looked like heavy silk. The woman stopped me and said with a lot of humility, ?Can you give me alms?? At first I was hesitant because seeing her so well dressed I could not imagine that she could be so poor. She stared at me in the eyes and at that point I began to understand and not to doubt further. Unfortunately, in my pocket I had got only fifty lire (although in 1953 50 lire were already a lot) and to her request I replied: "I have only got 50 lire." When I put my hands in my pocket to give them to her she took me by the shoulders and turned me putting her shoulders against the wind, as she wanted to repair me from the wind or something for maternal protection. It surprised me a lot and gave me some thrill in the spirit. I asked her, "Where do you live, madam?" (I asked her this because I was working at customs house at the Catania Consumption Tax, and since sometimes those who came to pay the tributes to the state used to give me some presents, especially food , I thought I could offer it to her) ... She replied, "I live in a basement, exactly in the street ...". Soon after we greeted and I came home. After a while I started looking for this street because I was stimulated to meet that lady again to bring something to her, but I did not find her. I got better informed and they told me that in Catania that street did not exist. Then, Iwas sorry for that so I gave up. Several days passed and I had a dream in which I saw this lady passing by the place of my job on board of a carriage pulled by five-horses. She was the one who was holding the reins and driving the carriage. I immediately recognized her in the lady I had met and so I chased her trying to stop her. I called her by saying, " Madam, I do not find the address of your house you gave me, how can I come and visit you?" She took me by hand and made me climb the carriage. At this point I woke up for the strong trauma I have received. The following day I went to the office and saw, in front of the street where I met my lady in the dream, some jeeps crowded of people which travel along the street Catania - Syracuse. At some point I saw a driver who stopped to call and I asked him: "But what's going on? What is all this traffic for? " He replied: "There is a Madonna in Siracusa who weeps, there is a lot of people and so we go back and forth to prevent accidents. In fact, look, if you want there is the picture and a piece of cotton wet with tears. I lied it on a person in a serious condition to the kidneys and he healed! "
I understood what the sign meant and so I arranged to go to Syracuse. After a while and finally I've been able to go there. They had already begun to erect the temple of Our Lady of tears and if anyone went to Syracuse at that time and later too he could have noticed that the temple was built at the lower level of the street, like a basement. (Today, after many years the temple has been raised as a big palace, but until the seventies it was such it was described by Eugenio Siragusa, dug underground). I went to buy something that I wanted to bring as a gift and I noticed the address where the temple was located, I read it and here I suffered another inner trauma: it was the same address that the lady from her bright face had given to me! Then, all excited, I went in front of the Madonna's picture and weeping as a child I spoke to her and prayed (fortunatelly at that time in the temple there was no one else, otherwise those who were present would surely be impressed by the extremely emotional state I felt!). The experience ends here".