SAINT PHILOMENA, THE WONDER-WORKER

Who is St. Philomena?

While St. Philomena was only discovered in 1802, she quite rapidly found favor with the Popes and Saints. Her best know Saint devotee is the Curé of Ars, St. John Marie Vianney, but he was joined by many others as well, including Bl. Peter Julian Eymard, St. Peter Chanel, St. Anthony Mary Claret, St. Madeleine Sophie Barat, St. Euphrasia Pelletier, and St. Francis Xavier Cabrini.

The Saints, of course, were following the lead of the Popes, who did much to promote devotion to St. Philomena.

Pope Leo XII (1823-1829) expressed the greatest admiration for this unknown child-saint and gladly gave his permission for the erection of altars and churches in her honor. He called her the “Great Saint.” Pope Gregory XVI (1831-1846), who authorized her public veneration, showed his esteem and devotion to the Saint by giving her the title of "Patroness of the Living Rosary". A Mass and proper Office in her honor were approved by him in 1835. This is an extraordinary privilege granted to comparatively few Saints. Pope Pius IX (1846-1878) proclaimed her "Patroness of the Children of Mary" and approved a special Mass in her honor. Pope Leo XIII (1878-1903) made two pilgrimages to her shrine before his election to the papacy. After he had become the Vicar of Christ, he gave a valuable cross to the sanctuary. He approved the Confraternity of St. Philomena and later raised it to an Archconfraternity. He also gave approval to the cord of St. Philomena and indulgenced it. Pope St. Pius X (1903-1914) spoke warmly of her and manifested his devotion to her in various ways. Costly gifts were given by him to her shrine. He ordered that the decisions and declarations of his predecessors in her regard were not to be altered or changed.

Then 3 years after the death of Pope Pius XII in 1958, the false pope John XXIII did something true to form for him, but in stark contrast to the conduct of the true popes who preceded him; John XXIII commanded that “the feast of Saint Philomena, Virgin and Martyr, is to be expunged from any calendar whatever," i.e., removed from every Catholic calendar on the face of the earth.

The reign of John XXIII had witnessed, up until that time, the advent of unprecedented impurity; yet John XXIII removes from all church calendars a patron Saint of Virgins (along with 13 other Saints of the Church). Very revealing. So just who is this St. Philomena, whom the true Popes and Saints loved so much, and the false popes feared so greatly?

St. Philomena's Tomb is Discovered

In 1802, Roman excavators discovered a long-lost tomb in the Catacomb of St. Priscilla along with three tiles with the words “PAX TECUM FILUMENA” (Peace be to you, Philomena) written on them. Also on these three tiles were painted pictures of an anchor, two arrows, and a lily; ancient Catholic symbols of martyrdom and purity.

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Upon opening the tomb, they discovered the skeleton of a young lady and a glass vial of blood. When Church authorities examined this blood, they authenticated that “we have seen her blood change into several brilliant little precious stones of various colors; also into gold and silver.” This miraculous transformation of her blood has been documented on many different occasions as well.

St. Philomena Tells Her Own Life Story

Thirty-one years after the discovery of the remains of St. Philomena, God chose to reveal His chosen daughter to the world.

A pious priest from Mugnano, Italy, Don Francesco de Lucia, had successfully obtained from the Vatican some relics for his spiritually sick parish. The relics which he was able to obtain, through a miraculous intervention, was of the then a little known martyr-saint; St. Philomena.

A Dominican Tertiary, Mother Maria de Gesu, felt a strong desire to know about the martyrdom of saint whose relics were about to arrive in her home town of Mugnano. On August 10, 1833, Don Francesco arrived in Mugnano with his precious cargo of relics. On this day, Maria de Gesu, while praying, heard a heavenly voice:

"Dear Sister, August the tenth was the day of my rest, my triumph, my birth into Heaven, my entering into the possession of such eternal goods as the human mind cannot possibly imagine. That is why my Heavenly Spouse disposed, by His most high decrees that my coming to Mugnano should be on the day which had seen my coming to Heaven! He prepared so many circumstances which should make my arrival at Mugnano glorious and triumphant; giving joy to all the people, even though the priest who brought me had absolutely decided that my translation should take place on the fifth of the month very quietly in his own house. My omnipotent Spouse impeded him with so many obstacles that the priest, although he did all he could to carry out his plan, could not do so. And so it came about that the translation was made on the tenth, the day of my feast in Heaven."

Maria feared that she had been the victim of an illusion, but upon relating what had happened to her confessor, she received from him the directive to inquire further into the life of St. Philomena; for her confessor had received from Don Francesco de Lucia a confirmation that he had indeed tried to bring the relics to Mugnano on August 5th, but was unable to do so because so many obstacles had arisen.

So Maria prayed to St. Philomena once again and was again favored to hear the Saint speak with her.

"My dear Sister, I am the daughter of a Prince who governed a small state in Greece. My mother is also of royal blood. My parents were without children. They were idolaters. They continually offered sacrifices and prayers to their false gods.

A doctor from Rome named Publius lived in the palace in the service of my father. This doctor professed Christianity. Seeing the affliction of my parents, by the impulse of the Holy Ghost, he spoke to them of Christianity, and promised to pray for them if they consented to receive Baptism. The grace which accompanied his words enlightened their understanding and triumphed over their will. They became Christians and obtained the long desired happiness that Publius had assured them as the reward of their conversion. At the moment of my birth, they gave me the name of "Lumena," an allusion to the light of Faith of which I had been, as it were, the fruit. The day of my Baptism they called me "Filumena," or "Daughter of Light," because on that day I was born to the Faith. The affection which my parents bore me was so great that they had me always with them.

It was on this account that they took me to Rome on a journey that my father was obliged to make on the occasion of an unjust war with which he was threatened by the haughty Diocletian. I was then thirteen years old. On our arrival in the capital of the world, we proceeded to the palace of the Emperor and were admitted for an audience. As soon as Diocletian saw me, his eyes were fixed upon me. He appeared to be pre-possessed in this manner during the entire time that my father was stating with animated feelings everything that could serve for his defense.

As soon as Father had ceased to speak, the Emperor desired him to be disturbed no longer, to banish all fear, to think only of living in happiness. These are the Emperor’s words, ‘I shall place at your disposal all the force of the Empire. I ask only one thing, that is the hand of your daughter.’ My father, dazzled with an honor he was far from expecting, willingly acceded on the spot to the proposal of the Emperor.

When we returned to our own dwelling, Father and Mother did all they could to induce me to yield to Diocletian’s wishes and theirs. I cried, ‘Do you wish, that for the love of a man, I should break the promise I have made to Jesus Christ? My virginity belongs to him. I can no longer dispose of it.’

‘But you were young then, too young,’ answered my father, ‘to have formed such an engagement.’ He joined the most terrible threats to the command that he gave me to accept the hand of Diocletian. The grace of my God rendered me invincible, and my father, not being able to make the Emperor relent, in order to disengage himself from the promise he had given, was obliged by Diocletian to bring me to the Imperial Chamber.

I had to withstand for some time beforehand a new attack from my father’s anger. My mother, uniting her efforts to his, endeavored to conquer my resolution. Caresses, threats, everything was employed induce me to compliance. At last, I saw both of my parents fall at my knees and say to me with tears in their eyes, ‘My child have pity on your father, your mother, your country, our country, our subjects.’

‘No! No,’ I answered them. ‘My virginity, which I have vowed to God, comes before everything, before you, before my country. My kingdom is heaven.’

My words plunged them into despair and they brought me before the Emperor, who on his part did all in his power to win me. But his promises, his allurements, his threats, were equally useless. He then flew into a violent fit of anger and, influenced by the Devil, had me cast into one of the prisons of the palace, where he had me loaded with chains. Thinking that pain and shame would weaken the courage with which my Divine Spouse inspired me, he came to see me every day. After several days, the Emperor issued an order for my chains to be loosed, that I might take a small portion of bread and water. He renewed his attacks, some of which would have been fatal to purity had it not been for the grace of God.

The defeats which he always experienced were for me the preludes to new tortures. Prayer supported me. I did not cease to recommend myself to Jesus and his most pure Mother. My captivity had lasted thirty-seven days, when, in the midst of a heavenly light, I saw Mary holding the Divine Son in her arms.

‘My daughter,’ she said to me, ‘three days more of prison and after forty days you shall leave this state of pain.’

Such happy news made my heart beat with joy, but as the Queen of Angels had added that I should quit my prison, to sustain, in frightful torments a combat far more terrible than those preceding, I fell instantly from joy to the most cruel anguish; I thought it would kill me.

‘Have courage, my child,’ Mary then said to me; ‘are you unaware of the love of predilection that I bear for you? The name, which you received in baptism, is the pledge of it for the resemblance which it has to that of my Son and to mine. You are called Lumena, as your Spouse is called Light, Star, Sun, as I myself am called Aurora, Star, the Moon in the fullness of its brightness, and Sun. Fear not, I will aid you. Now nature, whose weakness humbles you, asserts its law. In the moment of combat, grace will come to lend you its force, and your Angel, who was also mine, Gabriel, whose name expresses strength, will come to your aid. I will recommend you especially to his care, as the well beloved among my children.’

These words of the Queen of virgins gave me courage again, and the vision disappeared, leaving my prison filled with a celestial perfume. I experienced a joy out of this world. Something indefinable.

What the Queen of Angels had prepared me for was soon experienced. Diocletian, despairing of bending me, decided on public chastisement to offend my virtue. He condemned me to be stripped and scourged like the Spouse I preferred to him. These are his horrifying words.

‘Since she is not ashamed to prefer to an Emperor like me, a malefactor condemned to an infamous death by his own people, she deserves that my justice shall treat her as he was treated.’

The prison guards hesitated to unclothe me entirely but they did tie me to a column in the presence of the great men of the court. They lashed me with violence until I was bathed in blood. My whole body felt like one open wound, but I did not faint.

The tyrant had me dragged back to the dungeon, expecting me to die. I hoped to join my heavenly Spouse. Two angels, shining with light, appeared to me in the darkness. They poured a soothing balm on my wounds, bestowing on me a vigor I did not have before the torture.

When the Emperor was informed by the change that had come over me, he had me brought before him. He viewed me with a greedy desire and tried to persuade me that I owed my healing and regained vigor to Jupiter, another god that he, the Emperor, had sent to me. He attempted to impress me with his belief that Jupiter desired me to be Empress of Rome. Joining to these seductive words promises of great honor, including the most flattering words, Diocletian tried to caress me. Fiendishly, he attempted to complete the work of Hell which he had begun. The Divine Spirit to whom I am indebted for constancy in preserving my purity seemed to fill me with light and knowledge and to all the proofs which I gave of the solidity of our Faith, neither Diocletian nor his courtiers could find an answer.

Then, the frenzied Emperor dashed at me, commanding a guard to chain an anchor around my neck and bury me deep in the waters of the Tiber. The order was executed. I was cast into the water, but God sent me two angels who unfastened the anchor. It fell into the river mud, where it remains no doubt to the present time. The angels transported me gently in full view of the multitude upon the riverbank. I came back unharmed, not even wet, after being plunged with the heavy anchor.

When a cry of joy rose from the debauchers on the shore, and so many embraced Christianity by proclaiming their belief in my God, Diocletian attributed my preservation to secret magic. Then the Emperor had me dragged through the streets of Rome and shot with a shower of arrows. My blood flowed, but I did not faint. Diocletian thought that I was dying and commanded the guards to carry me back to the dungeon. Heaven honored me with a new favor there. I fell into a sweet sleep, and I found myself, on awaking, perfectly cured.

Diocletian learned about it. ‘Well, then,’ he cried in a fit of rage, ‘let her be pierced with sharp darts a second time, and let her die in that torture.’ They hastened to obey him. Again, the archers bent their bows. They gathered all their strength, but the arrows refused to second their intentions. The Emperor was present. In a rage, he called me a magician, and thinking that the action of fire could destroy the enchantment, ordered the darts to be made in a furnace and directed against my heart. He was obeyed, but these darts, after having passed through a part of the space which they were to cross to come to me, took a quite contrary direction and returned to strike those by whom they had been hurled. Six of the archers were killed by them. Several among them renounced paganism, and the people began to render public testimony to the power of God that protected me.

These murmurs and acclamations infuriated the tyrant. He determined to hasten my death by ordering my head to be cut off. My soul took flight towards my heavenly Spouse, who placed me, with the crown of virginity and the palm of martyrdom, in a distinguished place among the elect. The day that was so happy for me and saw me enter into glory was Friday, the third hour after mid-day, the same hour that saw my Divine Master expire."

The revelation of St. Philomena’s life was also revealed to two others, a priest and a historian, none of whom knew the other, and so received a triple confirmation.

Litany of St. Philomena,

(composed by St. John Marie Vianney)


Lord, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us. Christ hear us.
Christ, graciously hear us.
Holy Mary, Queen of Virgins, pray for us.
St. Philomena, pray for us.
St. Philomena, filled with abundant graces from the cradle, pray for us.
St. Philomena, model of virgins, pray for us.
St. Philomena, temple of the most perfect humility, pray for us.
St. Philomena, victim of the love of Christ, pray for us.
St. Philomena, example of strength and perseverance, pray for us.
St. Philomena, invincible athlete of chastity, pray for us.
St. Philomena, mirror of most heroic virtues, pray for us.
St. Philomena, firm and intrepid before torrents,pray for us.
St. Philomena, scourged like Thy Divine Spouse, pray for us.
St. Philomena, pierced by a shower of arrows, pray for us.
St. Philomena, consoled in chains by the Mother of God, pray for us.
St. Philomena, miraculously cured in prison, pray for us.
St. Philomena, sustained by angels in the midst of tortures, pray for us.
St. Philomena, who didst prefer humiliation and death to the splendor of a throne, pray for us.
St. Philomena, who didst convert the witnesses of thy martyrdom, pray for us.
St. Philomena, who didst wear out the fury of thy executioners, pray for us.
St. Philomena, patroness of the innocent, pray for us.
St. Philomena, patroness of youth, pray for us.
St. Philomena, patroness of the slaves of Mary, pray for us.
St. Philomena, refuge of the unfortunate, pray for us.
St. Philomena, health of the sick and infirm, pray for us.
St. Philomena, new light of the Church Militant, pray for us.
St. Philomena, who dost confound the impiety of our age, pray for us.
St. Philomena, who dost reanimat the faith and courage of the faithful, pray for us.
St. Philomena, whose name is glorious in Heaven and terrible in Hell, pray for us.
St. Philomena, illustrious by the most splendid miracles, pray for us.
St. Philomena, powerful with God, pray for us.
St. Philomena, who reigns in glory, pray for us.

Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world, graciously hear us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

V. Pray for us, O Worker of Wonders, Saint Philomena,
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.

Let us pray.

O Lord, through the intercession of Saint Philomena, Virgin and Martyr, whose eminent purity and practice of every virtue was most pleasing to Thee, pardon our sins and grant us the grace of_______________ (add your special intention), through the same Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

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