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Alexandrina Maria da Costa
Writing with flowers
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ALEXANDRINA LIKED FLOWERS SO MUCH! Part I came
about in this way. Alexandrina liked flowers so
much! So perhaps this tribute Writing with
flowers is an appropriate tribute to her. The
desire to inspire souls with some of the
spirituality of this Beata, suggested that
phrases be taken from her writings and
illustrated with drawings of flowers in the hope
that the imagination of the reader is moved by
its beauty, and that its sentiments go deep into
their hearts. In Part II, which follows, the
drawing reflect a spiritual moment of Alexandrina
and also her mission to souls. The thoughts here
are those of the compilers. The
Signoriles 13th October 1990 Alexandrina Feast
Day
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A FLOWER THAT DIDNT FADE Sometimes, while
visiting famous places, I place among the leaves
of my notebook the petal of a flower it
dries, it loses its fragrance, and the only
witness is the date that I wrote there. I went
to Balasar one day. Then I went back one second
time and carried away, among the leaves of the
Book of Hours of my poor life, a souvenir petal.
But this didnt wither, this did not lose its
fragrance it was the vision of an angelic
soul, through pure eyes, the like of which we
can no longer find in this sinful land. And it
was the painful and immaculate souvenir of
Alexandrina da Costas Calvary, that I
remember." D. Gabriel de Sousa, O.S.B., Abbot
of Singeverga
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Writing with flowers
Part I
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From the age of 6 I spent much time seeing
countless coloured flower petals fall all over me
they seemed like a fine rain. This happened
many times. I saw those petals falling, but
did not understand. Perhaps it was Jesus
inviting me to contemplate His largesse.
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I was homesick for my little garden because I so
love the flowers. Sometimes, carried by my
sister, I went to see the garden to kill this
homesickness. Jesus, may my sister have
somewhere to pick the flowers to decorate your
altar on Saturdays! Oh Jesus, all the flowers
are for You!
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• Our Dear Mother put into my hand
• a beautiful olive branch
• and said to me - My daughter,
• here it is here I place
• in your hands an olive branch,
• the symbol of peace.

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Your chaste body, decorated with the
richest and most precious of virtues, are like
the petals of the iris, in their purity and
fragrance. They grow beautiful and delicate.
They open their petals and, in the surrounding
air, they spread their perfume abroad."
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In His hand my Jesus brought an iris, an
amaryllis and a palm. He put them in my right
hand and crossed my hands over my chest. The
iris and amaryllis Are emblems of holiness and
purity The palm is an emblem of martyrdom
those are the symbols that Jesus offers you."
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The divine wisdom in you ascended, ascended to
the highest height and you, with your soul
humbled, remained as small and as hidden as the
violet."
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• The joys of this world
• For me are as withering roses,
• already decaying,
• so that I cannot see their colors.
• Withering roses,
• but always with many
• piercing thorns.

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"I would like your life, beloved spouse, to
spread rapidly, and reach the ends of the world,
like a shower of beautiful roses falling from
the sky. A rain of graces, a balm of salvation
for souls"
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Your thorns on this earth are transformed into
fragrant roses in Heaven.
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• Where abysses had been,
• a garden appeared
• full of flowers.
• How pretty, how beautiful!
• Among them shone rays, many rays
• glowing brighter than gold.
• The flowers of this fragrant garden
• are your heroic virtues
• the rays are your love
• the abyss, the perdition of souls."

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In the field round my tomb is a flower garden.
Inside there is death and darkness but
outside, plants grow, irises, amaryllises
life springs up and continues to flourish.
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I want my tomb to be encircled by Passion Flowers
to show that just as I loved them in life I
shall love them after death. Interlace with the
Passion Flowers I want small climbing roses,
but the sort that has many thorns. All this is
to show that it is with the thorns and with the
Passion that we resemble Jesus, that we console
His Sacred Heart and that we save souls -
children begot of His Blood.
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Writing with flowers
Part II
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Alexandrina, humble little flower, inclines
herself in devout submission to Gods will.
Then she opens herself to Heaven asking -
Fill me entirely with Yourself!
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• Her heart,
• consisting entirely
• of flames of love,
• burns among
• all manner of excruciating trials.

In her simplicity, she opens herself her heart,
which is already consumed by suffering, is fixed
on Jesus...
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Her yearnings are always directed towards heaven
she never, for a moment, inclines towards the
earth.
Her simple, luminous soul is encased in a mantle
of pain as she contemplates humanity.
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Alexandrina is taken to Heaven by her Jesus.
Finally she is confirmed in celestial union with
her divine Spouse.
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Alexandrina also draws us with aspirations of
joy towards heaven...
... always in celestial ascent...
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... in the wake of the Holy Spirit towards the
fullness of Life.
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ALEXANDRINA MARIA DA COSTA Balasar (Braga),
30/3/1904-13/10/1955 Humble daughter of the
fields, exuberant and sensible, at the age of 14
she leapt from a window to preserve her chastity
and as a consequence a gradual paralysis left her
bed-ridden for 30 years. In a sea of pain, she
slowly learned the redemptive value of suffering
accepted with love and became a powerful
soul-victim and great mystic. She was also
chosen by Jesus to mediate with the Church for
the consecration of the world to Our Lady. From
1938 until her death she relived Christs Passion
each Friday, in her body, in her heart and in her
soul. From 1942, she suffered the martyrdom of
a total fast, sustained only by the Eucharistic
Jesus. She not only imitated Christ in
suffering but also in loving she radiated the
divine life and attracted multitudes of visitors,
whose lives were transformed.
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• This Writing with Flowers" is none other than
  the beautiful book Anima pura cuore di fuoco that
  the Signoriles edited 16 years ago.
• As in that volume, the writing is attributed to
  the Blessed Alexandrina.
• José Ferreira, 22/3/06.