Santos (santidade), Apóstolos, Mártires e Personalidades da Igreja
       Lista e história dos Santos, Veneráveis, Apóstolos, Mártires e Personalidades da Bíblia e da Igreja
             Judas Iscariotes (apóstolo)
                   SUPLEMENTO: Revelações privadas de videntes católicos sobre Judas Iscariotes (Não reconhecidas oficialmente pela Igreja)
                         Revelação da vidente Maria Valtorta sobre o apóstolo Judas Iscariotes
                               Suicídio de Judas Iscariotes

 Judas se desespera, enlouquece, amaldiçoa, arranca da cintura o cordão de lã vermelha grossa, aperta um laço solidamente no galho mais forte de uma oliveira e se enforca

^{[Maria Valtorta comments:]} Judas runs away. He has wrapped his head in the tatters of his mantle, leaving only a small opening for his eyes. People, the few people who are not near the Praetorium, avoid him, as if they saw a madman.
And that is what he looks like.
He wanders about the country. Now and again the wind carries an echo of the clamour made by the crowds who follow Jesus cursing Him. Every time such echo reaches Judas, he howls like a jackal.
I think that he has really gone mad, because he continuously knocks his head against the low stone walls.
Or he has become hydrophobic because every time he sees a liquid — water, milk carried in a vessel by a child, oil dripping from a goatskin — he howls and shouts: «Blood! Blood! His Blood!» He would like to drink at streams and fountains. But he cannot, because water seems blood to him, and he says so: «It’s blood! It’s blood! It is drowning me! It is burning me! I am on fire! He gave me His Blood yesterday, and it has become fire in me! May I be accursed, and You, too!»
He goes up and down the hills around Jerusalem. And his eyes are irresistibly attracted towards Golgotha. And twice from afar he sees the procession wind uphill. He looks and howls.
It is now on the top. Judas also is on top of a little hill covered with olive-trees. He has gone in by opening a rustic paling, as if he were the owner or at least well acquainted with the place. I am under the impression that Judas did not have much consideration for other people’s property. Standing upright under an olive-tree on the edge of a terrace, he looks towards Golgotha. He sees the crosses being erected and he realises that Jesus has been crucified. He cannot bear to see or hear. But his mental derangement or an act of witchcraft by Satan make him see and hear as if he were on the top of Calvary.
He looks and looks like one bewitched. He struggles: «No! No! Don’t look at me. Don’t speak to me. I cannot bear it. Die, die, You cursed one! Let death close those eyes that frighten me, that mouth that curses me. But I also curse You. Because You did not save me.»
His face is so troubled that one cannot look at it. Two fine streams of slaver run down from his howling mouth. The cheek that was bitten is livid and swollen, and so his face looks twisted. His sticky hair, his very dark beard that has grown on his cheeks during these hours, make his face look dismal. And his eyes!… They roll, are squint and phosphorescent. The eyes of a real demon.
He tears away from his waist the cord of thick red wool that encircles it three times. He tests its solidity by winding it round an olive-tree and pulling it with all his strength. It resists. It is solid.
He chooses a suitable olive-tree. Here it is. This one, protruding beyond the terrace with its ruffled foliage, is all right. He climbs on the tree. He fastens a noose solidly to the strongest branch hanging out over the empty space. He has already tied a slip-knot. He looks at Golgotha for the last time. He then puts his head into the slip-knot. He now seems to have two red necklaces round the bottom part of his neck.
He sits on the terrace. Then with a jerk he lets himself slip into the empty space.
The knot squeezes his throat. He struggles for some moments. He rolls his eyes strangely, he becomes black with suffocation, he opens his mouth, the veins of his neck swell and become black. He kicks the air four or five times in his last convulsions. Then his mouth opens and his dark slobbery tongue hangs out, his eye-balls remain uncovered, protruding, showing the whitish globes stained with blood.
The irides disappear in the upper part. He is dead.
The strong wind, that has risen with the impending storm, makes the macabre pendulum swing and whirl like a horrible spider hanging from the thread of a cobweb.
The vision ends thus. And I hope I shall soon forget all this, because I can assure you that it is a dreadful vision.

  Vide também Vida e Obra de Maria Valtorta

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Nota sobre a fonte: Maria Valtorta foi uma mística católica italiana. Durante sua vida, ela foi agraciada com revelações de Jesus Cristo sobre o Evangelho, e também de Nossa Senhora, do Espírito Santo e de vários santos e anjos.