Because it’s the last sacrament a person receives before departing, I replied with the traditional explanation I had given countless times.

Carlos smiled gently as if he knew something I didn’t.

No, father.

It’s because it’s the sacrament that unites us extremely completely with the redemptive suffering of Christ.

When you anoint my forehead, something is going to happen that you will never forget.

What do you mean, my son? The early church knew something about this sacrament that has been forgotten over the centuries.

Father, extreme uncction is not just preparation for death.

It’s a window between worlds.

In special cases, when God permits, this sacrament allows those who administer it to see what the dying person sees.

I looked at Carlo with growing amazement.

Where had this teenager learned such advanced theology? Carlo, where did you learn about this? Jesus taught me, Father, during my prayers, especially when I’m in front of the blessed sacrament.

He shows me truths about the sacraments that help me understand why they’re so powerful.

I decided to proceed with the administration of extreme uncction.

Curious to see what Carlo meant by his mysterious predictions, I opened my sacramental case and took out the sacred oil blessed by the bishop during the previous Holy Week.

Carlo, before I administer the sacrament, would you like to make a final confession? Yes, Father, but it will be brief.

I don’t have grave sins to confess, just small imperfections that any teenager has.

Carlos confession was indeed brief and filled with the kind of minor faults that revealed a soul that had lived in constant state of grace.

When I gave him absolution, I felt an unusual sense of peace descend upon the room.

Next, I administered viaticum, the final communion for his journey to eternity.

When I placed the consecrated host on Carlo’s tongue, his face transformed into an expression of indescribable joy.

It was as if he was receiving not just a piece of bread, but his closest friend.

“Thank you, Jesus,” he whispered after consuming the Eucharist.

Thank you for being with me every step of this journey.

Finally, the moment arrived for the administration of extreme uncction itself.

I took the sacred oil and began reciting the traditional Latin formula peristam sanctum missordium.

As I traced the sign of the cross with holy oil on Carlos’s forehead, something unprecedented happened.

The moment the oil touched his skin, I felt an electrical sensation run through my right arm as if I had touched a divine current.

Simultaneously, the temperature in the room changed dramatically from the cold hospital air to an enveloping comforting warmth.

But what left me completely speechless was what happened next.

For approximately 30 seconds, I could see through Carlo’s eyes.

It was not a mystical vision or imagination.

It was as if our consciousnesses connected through the sacrament.

I saw exactly what he was seeing.

A golden light filling the entire room.

luminous figures that I immediately recognized as Jesus, Mary, and various saints, all smiling and extending their hands toward the bed.

The vision was so clear, so real that I could distinguish individual faces among the celestial figures.

Jesus was in the center with the same loving expression I had contemplated in countless paintings and sculptures, but infinitely more radiant and alive.

Mary was to his right with her characteristic blue mantle and a maternal smile that radiated infinite tenderness.

Around them I recognized St.

Joseph, St.

Francis of Aisi, St.

Terres of Lizier and other saints I had venerated throughout my life.

But most impressive was the atmosphere of joy and celebration that permeated the vision.

This was not a solemn scene of judgment or farewell.

It was a joyful welcome, a celestial party prepared for Carlo’s arrival.

During this supernatural connection, I heard Carlo’s voice in my mind.

Even though I could see his lips were motionless.

Father, can you see what I’m seeing? This is the true purpose of extreme uncction, to allow those who remain to see that those who depart don’t go alone.

The early church knew this, but this knowledge was lost.

When the vision ended, I found myself trembling, my hand still resting on Carlo’s forehead with the sacred oil.

I looked into his eyes and saw that he was completely lucid, smiling at me with an expression that seemed to say, “Now you understand.

” Father, Carlos said in an audible voice, “What you just experienced is not something that happens with every administration of extreme uncction.

God permits it only in special cases to teach and console.

” Carlo, what what was that? How is it possible? Father, during the next 18 years, you will administer this sacrament differently.

You will understand that extreme uncction is not just a ritual of preparation for death but a sacred bridge between earth and heaven.

In special cases when God permits you will see again what you just saw.

Use this experience to console families who think their loved ones departed alone.

I remained speechless trying to process the magnitude of what had just occurred.

But Carlo, how do you know this will happen again? Because Jesus showed me, Father, he revealed to me that you have a special mission to restore the early church’s understanding of this sacrament.

For centuries, extreme uncction has been seen only as preparation for death.

But its original purpose was to show that death is not separation.

It’s reunion.

Carlo paused, his breathing becoming slightly more labored, but his eyes remaining bright and alert.

Father, in your remaining years of ministry, you will witness this supernatural connection approximately 30 times.

Always with souls who lived in special communion with God and always to teach specific lessons about the nature of death and eternity.

What lessons, my son? That death is not the enemy.

separation from God is the enemy.

That heaven is not a distant promise.

It’s a present reality that can be glimpsed through the sacraments.

That those who depart in God’s grace don’t go to face judgment alone.

They go to join a celebration that has been prepared since the foundation of the world.

As Carlos spoke these words, I felt a profound transformation occurring in my understanding of my priestly mission.

For 28 years, I had administered extreme uncction, thinking I was simply preparing souls for death.

Now I understood that I was facilitating encounters between earth and heaven, allowing families to glimpse the reality of eternal life.

Carlo, will you tell me more about what you saw during the vision? Father, what I saw, what we both saw was just a small part of the reality that awaits souls who lived in communion with Christ.

Jesus was there, yes, but so were my grandparents who died before I was born.

Saints I had always admired and even some people I didn’t recognize but who apparently had some connection to my life or spiritual journey and the atmosphere pure joy.

Father, there was no fear, no sadness, no separation.

It was like arriving at a party that had been planned for years, where everyone who loved you was waiting with excitement for your arrival.

Carlos’s voice began to weaken, but his eyes remained luminous.

Father, I have one more prophecy to share with you.

On December 8th, 2022, 17 years from now, you will administer extreme uncction to a little girl named Sophia, who will be 12 years old and dying from cancer.

During that administration, you will see the same vision, but with an addition.

You will see me there welcoming her with the same smile you see now.

How can you know such specific details, Carlo? Because time works differently when you’re in communion with eternity.

Father, from God’s perspective, past, present, and future are all equally visible.

What seems like prophecy to us is simply divine knowledge being shared with someone who needs to know it.

Carlo reached out and gently touched my hand.

Father, when that moment comes with Sophia, her family will be desperate because they think she’s dying alone and afraid.

You will be able to tell them with absolute certainty that she was welcomed by a celestial family that included their own deceased relatives and me, representing all the young saints who help children make the transition to eternal life.

I felt tears streaming down my face as I absorbed the magnitude of what Carlo was sharing with me.

My son, how can I thank you for this gift? Don’t thank me, Father.

Thank Jesus, who chose to use my final hours to teach you something that will transform your ministry and bring comfort to countless families over the next 18 years.

Carlo closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, they seemed to be looking at something beyond the physical boundaries of the room.

Father, they’re getting closer.

The welcome committee is almost ready to receive me.

Are you afraid, Carlo? Afraid? No, father.

I’m excited.

It’s like a child on Christmas Eve knowing that tomorrow will bring the greatest gift imaginable.

The monitors began showing changes in Carlo’s vital signs, indicating that his body was beginning the final process of separation.

But his face maintained that peaceful smile that had characterized our entire encounter.

Father,” he said softly, “in about 2 hours at 6:45 a.m.

I’m going to close my eyes for the last time on this earth and open them for the first time in heaven.

” When that happens, don’t be sad.

Remember what you saw during extreme uncction and know that what appears to be death is actually the most beautiful birth imaginable.

I will remember Carlo.

I promise.

And Father, during the next 18 years, every time you administer extreme uncction to a holy soul, remember that you’re not just preparing them for death.

You’re facilitating their reunion with eternal love.

Carlos squeezed my hand one last time.

“Now go and bring my parents here.

They need to say goodbye to my body, but they also need to know that they’re not saying goodbye to me.

Tell them what you saw.

Father, help them understand that I’m just moving to a different room in the same house where we all live, the house of God’s love.

As I left room 237 to call Carlo’s parents, I carried with me a completely transformed understanding of death, eternity, and the sacred mysteries.

What I had experienced in those sacred moments would guide my ministry for the rest of my life and bring comfort to countless families facing the loss of their loved ones.

Two hours later, at exactly 6:45 a.

m.

, Carlo Audis peacefully departed this world.

But as I watched his final breath, I didn’t see death.

I saw a soul being born into eternal life, welcomed by the same celestial family I had glimpsed during our supernatural encounter.

Carlo’s prophecy about my transformed ministry proved absolutely accurate.

In the weeks following his death on October 12th, 2006, I found myself approaching every administration of extreme uncction with new understanding and expectation.

No longer was I simply performing a ritual of preparation for death.

I was facilitating sacred encounters between earth and heaven.

The first confirmation of this transformation came just three weeks after Carlo’s departure on November 3rd, 2006.

I was called to administer extreme uncction to Senora Elena Martell, a 67year-old woman who had lived an extraordinarily devout life, spending decades caring for orphan children and elderly patients.

As I traced the sign of the cross with sacred oil on her forehead, I felt the same electrical sensation I had experienced with Carlo, the room temperature changed, and once again, I found myself seeing through the eyes of the dying person.

Senora Elena was witnessing a beautiful reunion with her deceased husband, her parents, and dozens of children she had cared for throughout her life of service.

During this mystical connection, I understood that Senora Elena was not facing death with fear, but with joy at the prospect of reuniting with all the souls she had loved and served.

When the vision ended, her family, who had been devastated by her approaching death, found inexplicable comfort when I shared what I had witnessed.

“You mean our Elena saw Papa and Mama waiting for her?” her daughter asked through tears of amazement rather than despair.

Yes.

And not just your parents, but also many of the children she cared for in the orphanage who had died over the years.

She was surrounded by love.

Over the following months, this supernatural experience repeated itself approximately once every six months, always with souls who had lived lives of exceptional holiness or service to others.

Each time the vision confirmed Carlos’s teaching, death is not separation, but reunion.

It’s not an end, but a beginning.

It’s not something to fear, but something to anticipate with hope.

I began documenting each case carefully, noting the circumstances, the content of the visions, and the impact on the families.

What emerged was a clear pattern.

God was using these supernatural experiences to restore the early church’s understanding of extreme uncction as a window between worlds.

In 2009, 3 years after Carlo’s death, I administered extreme uncction to Marco Benadeti, a 28-year-old man who had dedicated his short life to caring for disabled children.

During the sacred moment, I saw him being welcomed not just by deceased family members, but by all the children he had served, now perfectly whole and radiantly joyful.

In 2012, I had the same experience while anointing Sister Margarita Consolini, an 89year-old nun who had spent 65 years in religious life.

Her celestial welcome included dozens of fellow religious sisters and hundreds of people she had helped throughout her long ministry.

In 2015 during the administration of extreme uncction to Paulo Rosi, a 45-year-old doctor who had volunteered in missions to Africa.

I witnessed his joyful reception by African children he had treated, colleagues who had died in service and family members who had supported his vocation.

Each experience deepened my understanding of death and eternity while providing immeasurable comfort to grieving families.

Word began to spread throughout the hospital and dascese about the supernatural experiences accompanying my administration of extreme uncction.

Some skeptics attributed them to emotional suggestion or psychological phenomena.

But the families who witnessed the peace and comfort these visions brought could not deny their reality.

In 2018, Cardinal Angelo Skola, Archbishop of Milan, requested a private meeting to discuss these extraordinary experiences.

I approached the meeting with some trepidation, unsure whether church authorities would view my accounts as authentic spiritual phenomena or dangerous illusions.

Father Luigi.

Cardinal Skola began our conversation.

I’ve been receiving reports about unusual experiences during your administration of extreme uncction.

Tell me about them in your own words.

I shared the complete account of my experience with Carlo Audis and the subsequent supernatural encounters that had occurred over the following 12 years.

Cardinal Scholar listened with deep attention, occasionally asking questions about specific details or theological implications.

Father, he said after I completed my account, what you describe align perfectly with the early church’s understanding of this sacred mystery.

In the first centuries of Christianity, extreme uncction was indeed seen as a moment when the veil between worlds became thin, allowing glimpses of eternal realities.

Your eminence, do you believe these experiences are authentic? The fruits speak for themselves, Father.

Families finding comfort instead of despair.

Souls departing in peace instead of fear.

priests rediscovering the supernatural dimension of the sacraments.

These are signs of divine action, not human imagination.

Cardinal Skola paused thoughtfully.

I want you to continue documenting these experiences and sharing them appropriately with families and fellow clergy.

The church needs to rediscover the supernatural reality of the sacraments.

and God seems to be using you as an instrument of this rediscovery.

The cardinal’s support gave me confidence to speak more openly about these experiences and their theological significance.

I began conducting seminars for hospital chaplain and diosis and priests about the supernatural dimensions of extreme uncction.

Always emphasizing that the goal was not to sensationalize the extraordinary but to restore understanding of the sacred mysteries true power.

But the most significant confirmation of Carlos’s prophecy came exactly as he had predicted.

On December 8th, 2023, precisely 17 years after our encounter, I received an emergency call at 3:30 a.

m.

to administer extreme uncction to Sophia Martineelli, a 12year-old girl dying from cancer in the pediatric ward of San Gerardo Hospital, the same ward where I had met Carlos 17 years earlier.

When I arrived at Sophia’s room, I found a scene that immediately reminded me of that sacred morning in 2006.

Sophia, despite her physical weakness, was conscious and surprisingly peaceful.

Her parents, Dr.

Francesco Martineelli and his wife Lucia, were devastated by their daughter’s approaching death.

But Sophia herself seemed to possess an otherworldly serenity.

“Father,” Sophia said when she saw me enter, “I’ve been waiting for you.

I asked blessed Carlo Audis to help me not be afraid when I die because I don’t want to go alone.

” The mention of Carlo’s name sent chills through my entire body.

Sophia, how do you know about blessed Carlo? My mama taught me about him because we have the same sickness he had.

I’ve been praying to him every day, asking him to come get me when it’s time to go to heaven.

As I prepared to administer extreme uncction, I felt the familiar sense of supernatural anticipation that had accompanied these special cases over the years.

When I traced the sign of the cross with sacred oil on Sophia’s forehead, the electrical sensation was stronger than ever, and the mystical connection occurred immediately.

Through Sophia’s eyes, I saw the same golden light that had filled Carlo’s room 17 years earlier, but this time, the celestial welcome committee had a special addition.

There in the center of the vision was Carlo Audis himself appearing exactly as he had at 15 years old, but now clearly radiating the glory of beatatified souls.

He was smiling that same luminous smile I remembered and extending his hand toward Sophia with obvious joy.

Sophia, I’ve come to take you home.

I heard Carlos say in the vision, “Don’t be afraid.

All your family who went before you is here, and we’re going to have such a wonderful time together.

” Around Carlo, I could see Sophia’s grandparents who had died years earlier along with other family members and saints.

But it was Carlo’s presence that dominated the vision.

the young blessed soul fulfilling his promise to accompany this frightened girl on her journey to eternity.

When the mystical connection ended, Sophia looked at me with eyes full of wonder and joy.

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