Biography: Alexander

I was born in Maracaibo, Venezuela in March of 1966. I am the youngest of 4 children. I was baptized and raised Catholic until I was 14 years old, receiving both 1st communion and confirmation. At the age of 14, I met LDS (Latter Day Saints) Missionaries and became interested in knowing more about American ways and I wanted to learn English so I converted to the LDS religion.

I graduated in Electrical Engineering from the Universidad Del Zulia in Maracaibo, Venezuela, married and had two children. The boys are now 18 and 16. In 1992 I came to the United States and settled in Utah with my now ex-wife and two children.

In 1995 I met and married my wife. We lived briefly in Oregon for one year but came back to Utah because of family. Throughout the past 10 years, I was not satisfied nor fulfilled with the LDS religion and in February 2003 decided to once again start attending the Catholic Church. Complications from several back surgeries created problems with my right leg and hip. When I went to the first service at a Catholic Church, not realizing that I should not take Communion, I did so and for the first time in many, many months I became almost pain free. I also realized that I had come home.

In April 2003, I began praying for a sign that I was on the right path and on April 24th, I received my answer. I was in the bathroom and my hands began to bleed on the backs of my hands. I had been having pain in my hands for awhile and I thought it was my carpel tunnel coming back. I was frightened and I went out to the living room to show my wife and she was afraid I had fallen and asked me how I cut myself. I honestly cannot remember what happened after that. A week later, I began to bleed from my feet, side and forehead. There were two separate times that I had whip marks on my back.

I told a friend of mine that is also from Venezuela and he helped us to get through this time. He told us about Stigmata and that he thought that was what was happening to me. He had his mother call me and talk to me, as she knew a person who had stigmata. It really helped to calm me as well as my wife. After a little while, he counseled me to talk about this to Father Ramirez as he felt that we needed a priest involved. While I was talking to Father Ramirez, Father noted that I had a faint cross on my forehead. No one had noticed it before that.

After we spoke with Father Ramirez, we then went to Father Bonnell and he sent me to a psychologist for some testing. In addition to the testing, I received some counseling from this physician and he told me how to distinguish between a good Angel and a bad Angel. He told me that I came out of the testing normal or as my wife says as normal as a man can.

Father Bonnell then sent me to a dermatologist. The dermatologist reacted very negatively. He looked at my hands and asked me if I had done that to myself. Of course I said no and the dermatologist said “I think you did”. He then told me to rinse the blood off of my hands and forehead and told me that I looked ridiculous. He was very debasing. It took me a little bit of time to get the blood off and I had to soak my hands to do it and scrub very hard. When the dermatologist came back into the room, my hands were bleeding and he scrubbed very hard on one of the wounds (which hurt a lot). He then put a salve on them and wrapped them in white cottony gloves, sealed them with tape and told me to leave them on for one week. By the end of the day, they were already saturated with blood. This made it very difficult to do anything. By the Friday after the Wednesday visit, they were so bloody and dirty that I couldn’t do anything with them. Also, my hands had swelled up from the lack of air and made deep marks on my wrists from the gloves. Father Bonnell tried to call the dermatologist but couldn’t get a hold of him so he left a message

that he was taking the gloves off of me. When they (Father Bonnell and Deacon John Weiss) removed the gloves, the wounds were still open and fresh with no sign of closing at all. Where the gloves had been taped on my wrists, were marks because of the swelling.

On July 25th, I lost my job. I was laid off and they used my health as an excuse. On May 13th, I started to get messages from a women who was all light but I could not see her face. Before this, I received a dream in which I was taken to a desert where there was no life. All of a sudden, water came from the barren earth and a beautiful garden appeared in front of me. Then I saw St. Padre Pio and St. Francis of Assisi come down from heaven. They were floating above the earth, one on each side of me. They walked me through the beautiful garden and at the end of the garden; I saw several houses that looked like chapels. I heard many people screaming and saw pain and sorrows. After this, a white lady came down and asked me if I would be willing to bear the wounds of her son the Lord Jesus Christ to help ease his sufferings. I asked her if I could think about it and she said yes. Three days later, she came again and I said, “Yes”. At this time, she told me what my mission was. Before this dream, I did not know the purpose of the wounds.

Since this time, I have bled almost every day. I also began to receive messages. I met Father Sweeney I think in August or September 2003. He was very open and accepting of me and introduced me to many people. I was introduced to the Franquelin family in September 2003 and we started a rosary group for the youth. The Franquelin’s have been witnesses to many of my experiences and messages.

In September of 2003 I began being attacked by the Devil. Some were physical attacks, some were mental attacks. After the first attack I was so frightened that I was unable to leave my home for at least a week. I received a gift from an Angel on the Friday after the attack of a cross on my chest as a protection. However, I must always wear my crucifix to be completely protected.

In November 2003, marks started appearing on my wrists and they were twice as painful as the one’s in my hands. I prayed to the Blessed Mother to take them away since I didn’t think I could handle both and she allowed them to go away.

In December 2003, we went to Fatima, Portugal at the request of the Blessed Mother. I received many messages and prayers there.

I suffered my first Good Friday in 2004. Father Sweeney, and Deacon John came by first in the morning and then several friends were there with me and Father Javier as well mid-morning till late afternoon. I don’t remember it but my wife tells me that it was very intense. I suffered the suffocation on the cross, once in the morning and again about noon.

 

I speak several languages. They include Spanish, English, Portuguese, Italian, French, German, Russian (a little), and Arabic (a little).