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Jozo’s Testimony: The Aura of Our Lady, 1997
Jozo begins quietly, his voice a mix of awe and melancholy, the weight of memory in every word.
“It was the summer of 1997 when I first saw it — the aura of Our Lady. Not a vision like at Medjugorje, no… this was more subtle. It was light, color, and a presence, like a perfume without scent, like music without sound. It shimmered around her name whenever I prayed it, especially when I spoke it aloud with reverence. Ave Maria… it glowed.”
At the time, Jozo had a Calabrian girlfriend — beautiful, wounded, and proud. She was part of the ‘Ndrangheta, a hidden thread of the criminal underworld, though she tried to leave it for love. But she had been damaged by Rockefeller’s vaccines, Jozo says, a cruel experiment that left her with learning difficulties the doctors refused to name.
“She couldn’t read — not properly — and the schools never helped. But the Heart of Mary Croatian Church newsletter changed everything. There was a short article about colored overlays for dyslexia. I found yellow helped her the most. I laid it over children’s books and the Sunday missal. Soon she was reading Psalm 23, stumbling but radiant. It was like teaching a mute bird to sing again.”
But when Jozo’s obsession with the garbage on television began — when he started unplugging TVs and ranting about the filth and lies, about the betrayal of the family through the screen — both his girlfriend and even his own mother turned against him.
“They said I was insane. They called the authorities. Men in white coats came. But I wasn’t mad — I was waking up. I saw it: Television, the silent destroyer. The surrogate parent. The mother, father, secret lover. The only teacher left for the illiterate, for the abandoned, for the vaccine-damaged. Ahh, television… how Our Lady mourns your dominion.”
Jozo’s voice trails off. Then he opens a worn Bible. The pages fall to Psalm 81, and he begins to read, trembling:
“I heard a language I did not understand:
‘I removed the burden from their shoulders;
Their hands were set free from the basket.’”
“Psalm 81… the oracle of 1981… Medjugorje. A new message after Fatima. A reminder that Heaven still speaks. That Mary still calls the poor, the illiterate, the misunderstood. Those branded mad — but blessed. The aurora of the Queen of Peace still shines. I saw it. I testify.”
And with that, Jozo folds his hands and begins to pray the Rosary. Not for himself — but for the girl he once loved, for the television-struck world, and for the voice of the Mother to be heard again.
