Hello, my name is Aleandro Moretti.

I’m 31 years old and what I’m about to tell you will shatter everything you thought you knew about death.

13 years ago, my best friend looked me directly in the eyes and said, “Aleandro, I’m going to die on November 15th, 2006, but on that day, your father will live.

” I laughed.

I thought he was joking.

Carlo always said strange things, profound things that no 15-year-old should know.

But brother, sister, when November 15th, 2006 came, when I saw my best friend’s body in that mahogany coffin, when my father walked into my room crying with his latest scan results in his hands, everything changed.

That day, I didn’t just lose my best friend.

That day, I discovered that Carlo Acudis wasn’t an ordinary boy.

And what I’m about to reveal now, what nobody knows, what I’ve kept silent for 13 years for fear of being called crazy, is something that will make you question everything you thought about miracles, about death, about eternity.

Because Carlo didn’t just predict his death.

Carlo showed me things no human being should be able to see.

And if you’re watching this video right now, it’s not by chance.

Carlo told me someone like you would see it.

He told me someone who needs to hear this would find it at exactly the perfect moment.

Before I continue, I’d love to know where you’re watching this from.

I’ve heard from viewers all across the world, from Brazil to Japan, from South Africa to Canada, and it amazes me how Carlo’s story transcends all borders.

If you haven’t already subscribed to this channel, please consider doing so.

This is just the beginning of many incredible testimonies I’ll be sharing.

Now, are you ready to know the truth? Are you ready to discover the secret that Carlo Acudis entrusted to me 2 weeks before he died? Because I warn you, brother or sister, after hearing this, your life will never be the same.

Mine wasn’t.

It was October 2006.

The Italian autumn was in full swing, and the leaves on the trees near our school in Milan were taking on that golden color that announces the coming winter.

I was 15 years old, Carlo, too.

We had been inseparable since we were 8 when his family moved into the apartment next to mine on Via Jordano Bruno.

We shared everything.

Video games, homework, secrets, teenage dreams that still believed the world was a place full of infinite possibilities.

But that October, something in Carlo had changed.

His eyes, which always shone with that contagious joy everyone knew, now had a different depth.

It was as if he saw things the rest of us couldn’t see.

[music] as if he knew things we didn’t know.

I remember during breaks while everyone played football or talked about girls, Carlo would sit on the benches in the courtyard looking at the sky with an expression I cannot describe.

It wasn’t sadness.

It was something deeper.

It was as if he was having silent conversations with someone we couldn’t see.

I would ask him, “Carlo, are you okay? You look different.

” And he would respond with that gentle smile of his.

I’m more than okay, Aleandro.

I’m exactly where God wants me to be.

At that moment, I didn’t understand what he meant.

Now I do.

Now I understand every word, every look, every silence of those last days we spent together was his farewell.

Only I was too blind to see it.

On November 1st, 2006, exactly 14 days before his death, Carlo called me to his room after school.

I remember every detail of that moment as if it were yesterday.

His computer was on, displaying his website about Eucharistic miracles.

The late afternoon light was coming through the window, creating long shadows on the walls, covered with posters of saints and superheroes.

Yes, Carlo loved both saints and Iron Man equally.

He was that unique.

His desk was arranged in that perfect way that only he could achieve.

[music] his computer science books on the left, his highlighted Bible in the center, and on the right, a picture of his first communion where he smiled with that innocence he never lost.

The scent in the room was a mixture of his mother’s perfume wafting up from the kitchen and that particular smell of old books his room always had.

“Aleandro,” he said, closing the door with unusual care.

“I need to tell you something, and I need you not to tell anyone until the right time comes.

I sat on his bed thinking he was going to confess something about a girl or some family problem.

Never ever did I imagine what I was about to hear.

Carlos sat beside me with his hands folded on his knees and breathed [music] deeply.

I could see he was struggling to find the right words.

His fingers trembled slightly, something I had never seen in him.

Carlo was always so calm, so self assured.

But at that moment, I saw vulnerability in his eyes.

I saw fear.

Not fear of death, but fear that I wouldn’t believe him.

“I’m going to die in 2 weeks,” he finally said with a calmness that froze my blood to the bone.

On November 15th, and I want you to know something.

Don’t be afraid.

Everything is in God’s plan.

Everything has a purpose greater than we can understand right now.

Brothers and sisters, I was paralyzed.

Time seemed to stop.

I could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, the distant sound of cars on the street, my own breathing that had become heavy and difficult.

At first, I thought he was joking, but the expression on his face was so serious, so full of a piece that shouldn’t exist when talking about your own death that something inside me knew he was telling the truth.

My hands began to tremble.

I felt the room spinning.

Carlo, what are you saying? Are you sick? Have you been to the doctor? My voice sounded strange, as if it came from very far away.

He smiled.

That gentle smile he had when he knew something I didn’t yet understand.

Yes, Aleandro, I have leukemia.

I was diagnosed 3 days ago.

But that’s not what this is about.

It’s not about my illness.

It’s about what’s going to happen.

It’s about your father.

And here comes the part that breaks me every time I remember it.

Carlo moved closer to me, put his right hand on my left shoulder, and with those brown eyes that seemed to see straight into my soul, beyond my flesh, beyond my bones, to the very center of my being, he told me something that would change my life forever.

The day I die, your father will be healed.

The pancreatic cancer he has will disappear.

God showed it to me in prayer, Alessandro.

He showed it to me as clearly as I’m seeing you now.

My death isn’t the end.

It’s the beginning of something greater.

It’s part of a plan that neither you nor I can fully understand yet.

Brother, sister, I didn’t know my father had cancer.

He had never told me.

He had hidden his diagnosis so as not to worry me during my final school exams.

My parents had decided to wait until after my tests to tell me.

But Carlo knew.

Carlo knew things no one had told him.

I felt the floor opening beneath my feet.

How? How do you know about my dad? I managed to whisper in a broken voice, barely audible.

My throat was so tight that each word hurt coming out.

Tears were beginning to cloud my eyes, but I swallowed them.

I didn’t want to cry in front of him.

I didn’t want him to see me weak, but Carlo already knew.

Carlo always knew what I was feeling before I knew it myself.

Jesus told me,” he replied with a naturalness that should have sounded [music] crazy.

That from anyone else’s lips would have sounded like madness or fanaticism, but from his lips sounded like the purest truth in the universe.

He told me during Eucharistic adoration last Wednesday.

I was praying in the church of St.

Sebastian, completely alone.

It was around 4:00 in the afternoon.

The light was coming through the stained glass windows and I saw Alessandro.

I saw Jesus as clearly as I see you.

It wasn’t a vague vision or a mystical emotion.

It was real, tangible.

He spoke to me, showed me many things.

He showed me that my time here is short, [music] but that my work is just beginning.

He showed me your father.

I saw him in a hospital bed.

I saw him crying.

I saw him praying.

And then I saw him smiling, completely healed, hugging you tightly while you wept with joy.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I wanted to scream, wanted to shake him and tell him to stop saying crazy things, that we should go to the hospital immediately, that we should talk to his parents.

But something in me, something deeper than reason, something that came from a place I didn’t even know existed within me, knew he was telling the truth.

Carlo, this is impossible.

I stammered.

You can’t know when you’re going to die.

Doctors can’t predict that with accuracy.

And my father, he’s fine.

I saw him this morning making breakfast.

He was laughing, talking on the phone with my uncle.

He can’t have cancer.

There must be some mistake.

But even as I said those words, images began to appear in my mind.

My father coughing at night.

My father thinner than normal.

My mother with that constant worried expression I had noticed but ignored.

My uncle’s frequent visits.

Conversations that stopped abruptly when I entered the room.

All the pieces suddenly fit together like a macob puzzle.

Carlo nodded slowly.

Your father has been hiding it from you, Aleandro.

He has stage three pancreatic cancer.

The doctors gave him 5 months to live, maybe less.

Your parents were planning to tell you this weekend.

That’s why your uncle has been coming so often.

That’s why your mother has been taking so many days off work.

I stood up from the bed staggering.

My legs barely supported me.

I had to get out of that room.

I had to go home and ask my father if it was true.

But Carlo grabbed my arm with surprising strength.

Alisandro, wait.

There’s more.

You need to hear everything.

His voice had changed.

It was no longer the voice of my 15-year-old friend.

It was something different, something older, wiser.

When I die and my body is laid out in the church of St.

Michael, I want you to bring your father.

I want him to touch my coffin.

I want him to pray.

That will be the moment.

That will be the exact instant when God will heal him.

I saw it, Aleandro.

I saw his face transform.

I saw the tears of joy.

I saw the miracle.

I sat down again because my legs could take no more.

The tears finally began to fall down my cheeks uncontrollably.

It was all too much.

Too much information, too much pain, too much impossibility.

Why are you telling me this? Why now? My voice was barely a broken whisper.

Carlo hugged me.

It was a long, strong, desperate hug, a farewell hug.

Because you need to be prepared because when it happens, when I’m gone and your father is healed, you need to tell the world what happened.

You need to be a witness to the power of God.

That’s your purpose, Aleandro.

That’s why God showed this to me first to prepare you.

The next days were the strangest of my life.

Every morning, I woke up thinking it had all been a horrible dream.

But then I would see Carlo at school, weaker each day, and I knew it was real.

That same night, after Carlo revealed everything to me, I went home and confronted my parents.

My father was sitting at the kitchen table with medical papers spread out in front of him.

My mother was on the sofa with red eyes from crying so much.

When I entered and asked them directly if it was true, if dad had cancer, the silence that followed was deafening.

My father closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands.

My mother started crying again.

“How did you know, Allesandro?” my father finally asked.

I couldn’t tell them that Carlo had told me.

I couldn’t explain that my best friend had received a vision from Jesus.

I simply said I had overheard it by accident.

That night, my family sat together and they told me everything.

the diagnosis, the prognosis, the treatments that weren’t working, the limited options, the time they probably had left together.

I cried until there were no more tears left in my body.

During the following days, I watched Carlo with a mixture of awe and terror.

He kept coming to school, though he was clearly ill.

His skin had taken on a pale, almost translucent tone.

He had dark circles under his eyes, but his spirit, his faith, his inexplicable joy never diminished.

He talked to everyone with the same kindness as always.

Helped the teachers.

Smiled at classmates who weren’t even his friends.

And every time he looked at me, [music] there was something in his eyes that said, “Trust, everything is fine.

Everything is part of the plan.

” On November 13th, 2 days before the date Carlo had predicted, he stopped coming to school.

His mother called mine to say Carlo had been hospitalized.

[music] The leukemia had progressed rapidly.

The doctors were surprised by the speed.

I went to visit him at the hospital that afternoon.

The room smelled of disinfectant and flowers.

Carlo was in bed connected to several tubes and machines, but when he saw me come in, he smiled as if we were in his room playing video games.

Hello, Aleandro.

I knew you would come.

His voice was weak but clear.

I sat next to his bed and took his hand.

It was cold.

Too cold.

Is what you told me still going to happen? I asked quietly, almost afraid that the answer would be yes.

Carlo nodded slowly.

The day after tomorrow in the morning around 7:15, “Don’t be afraid, Allesandro.

Where I’m going is beautiful.

Jesus has shown me.

It’s more beautiful than any words can describe.

There is light, but not like sunlight.

It’s a light that comes from everywhere and nowhere.

It is pure, tangible love, and I will be fine.

” more than fine.

But you, brother, you have to be strong.

You have to take care of your father, and you have to fulfill the promise I’m going to ask you to make now.

” He struggled to sit up a bit more in the bed.

One of the tubes moved, and a nurse quickly entered to adjust it.

When she left, Carlo continued, “When your father is healed, when the miracle happens, I want you to tell this story.

Not immediately.

Wait, wait until you’re 31 years old.

Wait until you fully understand what happened.

And then, Allesandro, then tell the world that miracles are real, that God listens, that death is not the end.

Do you promise me? I felt unable to speak.

Tears fell freely down my face.

I promise, Carlo.

I promise.

If you’re still with me, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.

This story isn’t easy to tell.

And I’m sure it isn’t easy to hear either.

If you’re finding any resonance with what I’m sharing, please subscribe to this channel.

There’s so much more to this story that I need to share, and I don’t want you to miss the rest of this testimony.

Also, I’d love to hear in the comments if you’ve ever experienced something that science couldn’t explain.

A moment where you felt the supernatural touch your life.

Have you ever had a premonition that came true? Or maybe you received a sign from someone who had passed.

Your stories matter, and sharing them might help others realize they’re not alone in their experiences.

Now, let me continue with the most extraordinary part of this testimony.

November 15th, 2006, dawned gray in Milan.

It was a [music] Wednesday.

I remember not going to school.

I couldn’t.

I stayed in my room watching the clock, waiting.

At 7:10 a.

m.

, my phone rang.

It was Carlo’s mother.

She didn’t need to say anything.

I just heard her crying and knew Carlo had departed exactly as he had predicted.

I sat on my bed paralyzed.

I couldn’t cry.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t think.

My entire body was numb.

Then at 8:0 a.

m.

, exactly 45 minutes after Carlo’s death, I heard footsteps running down the hallway of my house.

My father burst into my room with a paper in his hands.

His face was completely transformed.

It was no longer the face of a sick and frightened man.

It was the face of someone who had just witnessed the impossible.

“Aleandro, Allesandro, you won’t believe it,” [music] he shouted between tears and laughter.

“The results, the results of the emergency scan they did on me yesterday.

The tumor, Allesandro, the tumor is gone.

Completely gone.

The doctors can’t explain it.

They say it’s medically impossible.

They say it’s it’s a miracle.

” He fell to his knees next to my bed, hugging me and crying.

And I, brother, sister, I finally broke down.

I cried for Carlo.

I cried for my father.

I cried for the miracle I had just witnessed.

At that moment, as I hugged my father, who had been miraculously healed at exactly the instant Carlo had predicted, I knew with absolute certainty that my life had changed forever.

I was no longer the same Aleandro Moretti who played video games and worried about school exams.

I was someone who had been a direct witness to the power of God.

Someone who had seen the veil between heaven and earth become thin and transparent.

Someone who had been chosen to keep a sacred secret until the perfect moment to reveal it.

Carlo Audis didn’t just predict his death and the healing of my father.

Carlo gave me a purpose.

He gave me [music] a mission.

And for these 13 years, I have carried this testimony in my heart like a sacred fire, waiting for the moment he indicated to me.

That moment [music] is now.

And what you’re going to hear in the second part of this testimony will show you that this miracle was just the beginning.

Because after Carlo’s funeral, even more inexplicable things began to happen.

Things that prove my friend wasn’t just a prophet.

He was a bridge between two worlds.

And that bridge is still open.

Brothers and sisters, if you’re watching this second part, it’s because you need to hear what happened next.

Because the miracle of my father’s healing was just the beginning.

What happened in the days, weeks, and years following Carlo Acudis’ death showed me that my friend hadn’t just predicted his death.

He had left a supernatural legacy that continues to manifest to this day.

Carlos’s funeral was on November 18th, 2006, 3 days after his death.

The church of St.

Michael in Milan was completely full.

There were more than 600 people, schoolmates, teachers, [music] neighborhood families, people Carlo had helped with his work on Eucharistic miracles.

But what no one expected was the atmosphere.

It wasn’t a normal funeral.

There wasn’t that heaviness, that darkness that normally surrounds death.

There was something different in the air, a peace, a presence, something I can’t explain with words, but that all those present felt.

My father, who had been miraculously healed three days before, was standing beside me.

The doctors had done three more scans after the first one.

All the results showed the same thing.

The cancer had completely disappeared.

The doctors wrote in his file the word they feared to use, unexplained spontaneous remission.

But I knew the truth.

It wasn’t spontaneous remission.

It was the miracle that Carlo had predicted with pinpoint accuracy.

During the funeral, Father Richi, who had been Carlos’s confessor, spoke about his life.

He told things I didn’t know.

He told how Carlo would get up every day at 4:30 in the morning to go to mass before school, how he fasted on Wednesdays for sinners, how he spent hours in Eucharistic adoration, how he had a special devotion to St.

Francis of Aisi.

But what shocked me most was when Father Richi said something that froze my blood.

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

He told me he wasn’t scared.

He told me his death would have a purpose.

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

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 entrusted with his secret.

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.

Carlo’s coffin was white, simple, beautiful.

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

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

It wasn’t something only I saw.

Dozens of people witnessed it.

The temperature in the church changed.

Suddenly, it felt warmer, but not like suffocating heat.

It was like being wrapped in an embrace.

And then, brother, sister, something occurred that still takes my sleep away when I remember it.

From the coffin began to emanate a scent.

It wasn’t the smell of the flowers.

[music] 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.

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

” My father knelt beside the coffin and began to cry.

But they weren’t tears of sadness.

They were tears of deep 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 cried out.

It wasn’t a cry of fear.

It was a cry of amazement.

I can see.

I can see.

She took off the thick glasses she was wearing and began to cry.

I’ve had macular degeneration for 25 years.

The doctor said I would go completely blind, but now I can see.

I can see clearly.

People began to gather around her.

Her husband embraced her in disbelief.

Father Richi quickly approached.

Mrs.

Bianke, what are you saying? Father, when I touched the coffin and smelled that aroma, I felt something in my eyes, as if someone had removed a veil.

And now, Father, now I can see.

I can see the details of the flowers.

I can see the candles.

I can see my husband’s face without glasses 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.

Bianke with her macular degeneration, a young man named Lorenzo, who had severe scoliosis and suddenly could move without pain, and a little girl, Julia, who had had a skin condition since birth, and the marks completely disappeared while her mother held her near 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.

Bianke went to an opthomemologist who confirmed her macular degeneration had disappeared.

Lorenzo had MRIs done that showed his spine had straightened.

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

But what no one knew yet was that Carlo had predicted all of 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 Alisandro, I know Carlo told you special things before he died.

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 [music] rosary.

The rosary that 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 November 13th, 2006, 2 days before his death.

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

I’m going to 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 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, hugging you tightly.

But I need you to know something else.

The next years are going to be difficult for you.

You’re going to have doubts.

You’re going to wonder why I had to die so young.

You’re going to wonder why God allows suffering.

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

It is the way.

It is through my suffering that your father was healed.

It is through my death that others will find life.

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

He showed me that 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 I am beatified, I want you to remember this letter.

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

[music] I had to stop reading because tears completely blurred the words beatatification.

Carlo had predicted his own beatification at that moment.

In 2006, it seemed impossible.

But brothers, [music] you who are watching this know what happened next.

Years passed.

I grew up, went to university, studied engineering because after witnessing my father’s healing, I wanted to understand how the world works.

I wanted to be in the place where science and faith meet.

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 Eucharist, his work on Eucharistic miracles began to inspire young people throughout Italy, then in Europe, then in the entire world.

In 2013, 7 years after his death, the Arch Dascese of Milan officially opened the cause for Carlo Acudis’ 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 Richi called me that night.

His voice was trembling.

Aleandro, you have 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 diagnosis, Carlo Audis was beatified by the Catholic Church.

I was 31 years old.

I had reached the age Carlo asked me to wait for.

I was there in Aisci, Italy, [music] where the ceremony took place.

Thousands of people from all over 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 Carlo’s body, brother, sister.

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

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

His face was peaceful.

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 15 years old.

Carlo Audis 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, there was a final paragraph that I had never shown anyone.

Alessandro, 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 15.

Look for the scent of vanilla.

Those will be my signs to you, brothers.

During these 13 years, I have seen those signs countless times.

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

No one knew how it got there.

The office was locked.

The day I met my wife Sophia, it was November 15th, the anniversary of Carlo’s death.

And when I proposed marriage to her, I did it in a church that without me knowing it had 15 white liies on the altar.

When my first child was born on November 15th at 7:15 in the morning, the doctor commented that he 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 publicly share my testimony.

I began little by little.

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’s 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 cancer.

I had the testimonies of Mrs.

Bianke, of Lorenzo, of Julia.

I had years of documented signs and miracles.

But most of all, 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 2023, [music] 17 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 that this was the moment that there were people all over the world, especially in America, who needed to hear this story, who needed to know that miracles are real, [music] that faith is not a psychological crutch, but a door to the supernatural.

My father, who is now 68 years old and completely healthy, told me when I said I was going to make this video, “Aleandro, tell everything.

Don’t be afraid.

Tell how Carlo saved my life.

Tell how that 15year-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 Audis wasn’t special because he was perfect.

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 console 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 [music] 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 just need surrender.

You just need to [music] say yes.

Yes to God.

Yes to his will.

Yes to his plan.

Even when you don’t fully understand it.

Carlo taught me that.

He taught me that holiness isn’t for a chosen few.

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

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

Something I hadn’t revealed until now.

He told me, “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, [music] we’re living exactly in that time Carlo predicted.

A time of confusion, of division, [music] of 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 15-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 just change 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 engineering and became an engineer, but not to trust only in science, but to be a bridge between science and faith.

To be able to say with authority, “I’ve seen things that science cannot explain.

I’ve seen the power of God healing what engineers and doctors declared impossible.

Today, I work at a tech company in Milan, the same city where my father was miraculously healed.

And every time I see a difficult case, an impossible 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 diseases disappear.

I’ve seen fatal prognosis reversed.

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 in the midst of pain.

Some receive the miracle of faith in the midst of desperation.

Some receive the miracle of family reconciliation before departing.

God is sovereign.

He decides.

But one thing is certain.

He responds.

He [music] 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 had not yet been fulfilled.

He has dedicated the last 17 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 had not yet been fulfilled.

He has dedicated the last 17 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 [music] exactly as he said.

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 that God still heals.

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

Maybe you’ve doubted your faith and need to know that 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 whom God is calling, people who are destined to do great things for the kingdom.

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

And Carlo is interceding for you right now from heaven.

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

Before I finish, 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 name of Jesus, and through the intercession of blessed Carlo Audis, I pray 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 Carlo’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 [music] 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 the name of Jesus.

Amen.

Brother, sister, thank you for reaching the end.

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

If this testimony has touched your heart in any way, I’d love to hear from you in the comments.

Let me know what country you’re watching from and share your own stories of encounters with the divine.

Have you experienced a miracle? Have you felt God’s presence in a special way? Your story might be exactly what someone else needs to hear.

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This testimony is just the beginning of many incredible stories I’ll be sharing about ordinary people who have experienced extraordinary divine interventions.

By subscribing, you’ll join a community of believers who refuse to accept that miracles are things of the past.

Remember the words Carlo always said, “We are all born as originals, but many die as copies.

” Don’t be a copy, brother or sister.

Be the original God designed you to be.

Live with purpose.

Live with faith.

Live as Carlo lived.

[music] And prepare to see miracles.

May God bless you abundantly.

Carlo Acutis, pray for us.