Carlo confessed to me 3 weeks before his death that God had revealed to him he would depart soon.

He told me he wasn’t afraid.

He told me his death would have a purpose.

He told me that through his death, many would come to know Jesus’s love.

brother, sister.

At that moment, I remembered everything Carlo had told me, every word, every prophecy, and I understood that I wasn’t the only one he had confided his secret to.

He had been preparing others as well.

After the mass, as people approached the coffin to say goodbye, my father took my hand.

Aleandro, I need to get closer.

I need to thank Carlo for my life.

We walked together to the front of the church.

Carlos coffin was mahogany, simple, beautiful.

There were flowers everywhere, especially white liies, which were his favorites.

When my father placed his hand on the coffin, something extraordinary happened.

It wasn’t something only I saw.

There were dozens of witnesses.

The temperature in the church changed.

Suddenly, it felt warmer, but not like a stifling heat.

It was like being wrapped in an embrace.

And then, brother, sister.

Then something occurred that still takes my sleep away when I remember it.

From the coffin began to emanate an aroma.

It wasn’t the smell of the flowers.

It was something completely different.

It was sweet, but not cloying.

It was like vanilla mixed with liies, but purer, more celestial.

It was the same aroma that, according to the saints, surrounds holy people.

People around began to whisper, “Do you smell that? Where is it coming from?” It’s as if heaven has opened.

My father knelt beside the coffin and began to cry.

But they weren’t tears of sadness.

They were tears of profound gratitude, of recognition that something supernatural was happening.

“Thank you, Carlo,” he whispered again and again.

“Thank you for my life.

Thank you for the miracle.

” But what happened next was even more shocking.

A woman who was in line behind us, an elderly lady I didn’t know, suddenly shouted.

It wasn’t a scream of fear.

It was a scream of amazement.

I can hear.

I can hear.

She removed the hearing aid she was wearing and began to cry.

I’ve been almost completely deaf for 25 years.

The doctor said there was nothing they could do, but now I can hear.

I can hear clearly.

People began to gather around her.

Her daughter embraced her in disbelief.

Father Lorenzo quickly approached.

Mrs.

Sophia, what are you saying? Father, when I touched the coffin and smelled that aroma, I felt something in my ears, like someone had removed a barrier.

And now, Father, now I can hear.

I can hear the whispers.

I can hear the crying.

I can hear my daughter’s voice without the aid for the first time in decades.

Brother, sister, that day, it wasn’t just my father.

There were three documented healings at Carlo’s funeral.

Mrs.

Sophia with her deafness, a young man named Mateo who had severe fibromyalgia and suddenly could move without pain, and a small girl, Lucia, who had a skin condition since birth, and the marks completely disappeared while her mother held her close to the coffin.

The days following the funeral were chaotic.

The news of the healing spread throughout Milan.

Local media began to investigate.

My father’s doctors gave interviews, admitting they couldn’t medically explain what had happened.

Mrs.Sophia went to an aiologist who confirmed her hearing had been restored.

Mateo had medical tests that showed his fibromyalgia had disappeared.

Lucia’s parents had medical photos that demonstrated the transformation of her skin.

But what no one knew yet was that Carlo had predicted all this to me, that he knew his death would trigger these miracles.

I kept the secret as he had asked, waiting for the right moment.

One week after the funeral, I received a package at my house.

It was from Carlo’s mother, Antonia.

Inside was a letter and an object wrapped in white tissue paper.

The letter said, “Dear Aleandro, I know Carlo told you special things before dying.

He told me you were his best friend and that you had an important mission.

I found this in his room.

It was in an envelope with your name.

I think he wanted you to have it.

” With trembling hands, I unwrapped the paper.

It was a rosary, the rosary Carlo always carried in his pocket.

The beads were worn from so much use, but attached was another letter.

This one was from Carlo, handwritten, dated September 12th, 2006, 2 days before his death.

Brother, sister, when I read that letter, I cried like I had never cried before.

I will read parts of it to you now because Carlo told me that when the time came, I should share his words.

Dear Allesandro, if you’re reading this, it means I’ve already gone.

It means God’s plan has been fulfilled exactly as he showed me.

I hope your father is well.

I know he is well.

I saw him in my vision, healthy and happy, embracing you tightly.

But I need you to know something else.

The coming years will be difficult for you.

You will have doubts.

You will wonder why I had to die so young.

You will wonder why God allows suffering.

But Alessandro, my brother, suffering is not the end.

It’s the path.

It’s through my suffering that your father was healed.

It’s through my death that others will find life.

Jesus showed me that my body will not decay like normal bodies.

He showed me I will be beatified.

I know it sounds crazy.

I know you’ll think I was delirious from the illness, but I wasn’t.

I was more lucid than ever.

And when that happens, when they beatify me, I want you to remember this letter.

I want you to remember that I told you years before.

I had to stop reading because the tears blurred the words beatatification.

Carlo had predicted his own beatification.

At that moment in 2006, it seemed impossible.

But brothers and sisters, you who are watching this know what happened afterward.

The years passed.

I grew up, went to university, studied international relations because after seeing my father’s healing, I wanted to understand how individual transformations can affect global change.

I wanted to be in a place where faith and world affairs intersect.

During all that time, I kept Carlos secret, kept his letter, carried his rosary with me always and watched watched as Carlos story began to spread beyond Milan.

how his testimony of life, his love for the eukarist, his work on eucharistic miracles began to inspire young people throughout Italy, then in Europe, then around the entire world.

In 2013, 7 years after his death, the arch dascese of Milan officially opened Carlo’s cause for beatatification.

When I received the news, I took out Carlo’s letter and read it again.

He had known.

He had predicted it exactly as he had predicted his death.

exactly as he had predicted my father’s healing.

In 2018, 12 years after his death, they exumed Carlo’s body for the beatification process.

I wasn’t present, but Father Lorenzo called me that night.

His voice was trembling.

Allesandro, you need to know something.

Carlos’s body is it’s intact, incorrupt.

The doctors can’t explain it.

It’s been 12 years, and his body is almost perfectly preserved.

It’s another miracle, Aleandro.

Another miracle.

I fell to my knees in my apartment.

Carlo had known it.

He had known everything.

On October 10th, 2020, exactly 14 years after his death, Carlo Audis was beatified by the Catholic Church.

I was 28 years old.

I had waited the 27 years that Carlo asked me to wait.

I was there in a CC Italy where the ceremony took place.

Thousands of people from around the world, especially young people who had been inspired by the life of a teenager who loved Jesus without shame, who used technology to evangelize, who lived with joy despite knowing he would die young.

During the ceremony, they showed Carlos body, brother, sister.

It was one of the most impactful moments of my life.

There was my best friend, the boy with whom I played video games, with whom I did homework, with whom I laughed and cried.

His face was at peace.

His hands still held a rosary.

And despite 14 years, he looked as if he were sleeping.

The cardinal who presided over the ceremony spoke about Carlo’s extraordinary life.

He spoke about his heroic virtues.

He spoke about the miracles attributed to his intercession.

Because my father wasn’t the only one.

In those 14 years, hundreds of people had reported healings after praying to Carlo.

Children with brain tumors, adults with terminal illnesses, people with addictions who were freed, restored marriages, miraculous conversions.

The world was discovering what I had known since I was 14 years old.

Carlo Akudis was a saint.

But there was something more that only I knew.

Something Carlo had asked me to reveal only after his beatification.

In his letter was a final paragraph that I had never shown to anyone.

Aleandro, after my beatification, I want you to tell the complete story.

I want you to tell the world exactly what I revealed to you because people need to know that God still speaks, that God still performs miracles, that death is not the end, but the beginning of true life.

And I also want you to know this.

I’m going to be with you.

You won’t see me, but I’ll be there.

In difficult moments when you doubt, when you’re afraid, I’m going to send signs.

Look for white liies.

Look for the number 14.

Look for the vanilla aroma.

Those will be my signs to you.

Brothers and sisters, during these 13 years, I’ve seen those signs countless times.

The day I presented my final dissertation at university, the most difficult exam of my career, I found a white lily on my desk.

No one knew how it got there.

The office had been locked.

The day I met my wife Laura was September 14th, the anniversary of Carlo’s death.

And when I proposed marriage to her, I did it in a church that without my knowing had 14 white liies on the altar.

When my first child was born on the 14th of March at 1:14 in the afternoon, the midwife commented that she had never seen such an easy birth and that the room had a strange aroma like vanilla.

Carlo was fulfilling his promise.

He was there interceding, guiding, protecting.

After the beatification, I felt the time had come to share my testimony publicly.

I started slowly, first with my family, then with close friends, then with my local church.

The reactions were varied.

Some believed me immediately.

Others were skeptical.

Some even accused me of making up the story for attention.

But I had proof.

I had Carlos letter written in his own handwriting dated 2 days before his death predicting his beatification.

I had my father’s medical records showing the inexplicable disappearance of his heart failure.

I had the testimonies of Mrs.

Sophia, of Matteo, of Lucia.

I had years of documented signs and miracles.

But more than anything, brother, sister, I had the certainty in my heart.

The certainty of someone who has seen heaven touch earth.

the certainty of someone who has been a direct witness to the supernatural power of God.

In 2022, 16 years after Carlo’s death, I decided to create this video testimony.

I prayed for months about when and how to share it and clearly felt this was the moment that there were people around the world, especially in English-speaking countries, who needed to hear this story, who needed to know that miracles are real, that faith is not a psychological crutch, but a door to the supernatural.

My father, who is now 62 years old and completely healthy, said to me when I told him I was going to make this video, “Aleandro, tell everything.

Don’t be afraid.

Tell how Carlos saved my life.

Tell how that 14-year-old boy was a prophet.

Tell how God uses young people to do extraordinary things.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing today.

Brothers and sisters, I want you to understand something fundamental.

Carlo Acudis wasn’t perfect because he was special.

He was special because he chose to be holy.

He was a normal boy.

He liked video games.

He loved superhero movies.

He had a PlayStation in his room.

But he made a decision.

He decided that Jesus would be the center of his life.

He decided that every day, no matter how he felt, he would go to mass.

He decided he would fast for sinners.

He decided he would use his technology talents to evangelize.

And that decision, that total surrender, opened the doors of heaven in his life.

God entrusted him with secrets.

God showed him the future.

God used him as an instrument of healing and transformation.

And the same can happen with you.

You don’t need to be a genius.

You don’t need to have special gifts.

You only need surrender.

You only need to say yes.

Yes to God.

Yes to his will.

Yes to his plan.

Even when you don’t completely understand it.

Carlo taught me that.

He taught me that holiness is not for a chosen few.

It’s for all who are willing to pay the price.

I want to share with you something else Carlo told me in our last encounter in the hospital.

something I hadn’t revealed until now.

He said, “Aleandro, in the future there will be much confusion in the world.

People will doubt God.

They will doubt the church.

They will doubt miracles.

That’s why my story needs to be told to remind them that God has not abandoned humanity.

That he continues to act.

That he continues to love.

That he continues to do the impossible.

” Brothers and sisters, we are living exactly in that time Carlo predicted.

A time of confusion, division, skepticism, but also a time of opportunity.

A time when testimonies like this can ignite fires of faith in hearts that are cold.

A time when the story of a 14-year-old boy can inspire millions to seek God with all their heart.

My life changed forever the day Carlo revealed his secret to me.

But it didn’t change just because of the miracle of my father’s healing.

It changed because I understood that we live in a universe where the supernatural is real, where God intervenes, where prayers have power, where faith moves mountains.

I studied international relations and became a diplomat, but not to trust only in human solutions, but to be a bridge between faith and world affairs, to be able to say with authority.

I’ve seen things that politics and economics can’t explain.

I’ve seen God’s power healing what experts declared impossible.

Today I work at the United Nations in Geneva, the same city where my father was declared miraculously healed.

And every time I see a difficult global crisis, a seemingly insurmountable challenge, a family without hope, I tell them about Carlo, I tell them about the miracle, and I offer to pray with them.

Some accept, others refuse.

But those who accept, brother, sister, those who accept have seen extraordinary things.

I’ve seen conflicts resolved that seemed impossible to solve.

I’ve seen global health challenges overcome that seemed insurmountable.

I’ve seen God’s hand move in response to faith.

Are all healed? No.

And that’s something I’ve had to learn.

Not everyone receives the physical miracle.

Some receive the miracle of peace amid pain.

Some receive the miracle of faith amid despair.

Some receive the miracle of family reconciliation before departing.

God is sovereign.

He decides, but one thing is certain.

He responds.

He listens.

He acts.

My father was healed because that was God’s plan.

Because his healing would be a testimony to Carlo’s power.

Because his life had a purpose that was not yet fulfilled.

He has dedicated the last 16 years to sharing his story.

He has traveled throughout Italy.

He has spoken in churches, at conferences, on radio programs.

He has inspired thousands with his testimony.

That was the plan.

Carlos saw it.

Carlo knew it.

Carlo prophesied it.

And it was fulfilled exactly as he said.

Now, brother, sister, I want to ask you.

Now, brother, sister, I want to ask you a direct question.

Why do you think this testimony reached you today? Do you believe it’s coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences.

I believe in divine appointments.

I believe God orchestrated this video to reach your life at this exact moment because there’s something he wants to tell you.

Maybe you’re going through an illness and need to know God still heals.

Maybe you lost someone you love and need to know death is not the end.

Maybe you’ve doubted your faith and need to know God is real, that miracles exist, that it’s worth believing.

Whatever your situation, this testimony is for you.

Carlo told me that when I shared his story, specific people would find it.

People God is calling.

People who are destined to do great things for his kingdom.

Are you one of those people? If something in your heart moved while you listened to this story, if you felt something deeper than emotion, if a flame of hope was ignited in your spirit, then yes, brother, sister, this message is for you.

And Carlo is interceding for you right now from heaven.

He’s praying that your life will be transformed, that you’ll experience God’s power in the way you need to experience it.

Before finishing, I want to pray for you.

I want to do what Carlo did for me.

I want to intercede for you as he interceded for my family.

Heavenly Father, in the mighty and powerful name of Jesus, and through the intercession of blessed Carlo Acudis, I ask for each person watching this testimony.

Lord, you know exactly who they are.

You know their names, their struggles, their pains, their needs.

Some are sick and need healing.

Touch them right now.

Some have lost faith and need an encounter with you.

Reveal yourself to them in a personal way.

Some are in impossible situations and need a miracle.

God of the impossible, intervene.

I ask that just as you used Carlos’s death to heal my father, you use this testimony to transform lives today.

May each person who heard this story with an open heart experience your presence in a tangible way.

May they feel your love.

May they know your power.

And may they never again doubt that you are real, that you are alive, that you continue to perform miracles in Jesus’s name.

Amen.

Brother, sister, thank you for watching to the end.

Thank you for listening to the secret I kept for 13 years.

Please share this testimony.

Share it with someone who needs hope.

Write in the comments which country you’re watching from.

Tell me if this testimony touched your heart.

And if you know about Carlo Audis, if you’ve experienced any miracle through his intercession, share it.

Your testimony might be exactly what someone else needs to hear.

Remember the words Carlo always said.

We are all born as originals, but many die as copies.

Don’t be a copy, brother, sister.

Be the original God designed.

Live with purpose.

Live with faith.

Live as Carlo lived and prepare yourself to see miracles.

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