My Vision: Agonizing Cross image, He carried the darkness, so that we may walk in His light.

A few weeks ago, I had an image of the Precious Blood printed on a tarpaulin. Looking back, it feels almost strange—even a little scandalous and hilarious in a way—how I first found it. I came across it while browsing the internet, and for some reason I still cannot fully explain, I felt a strong, unexplainable pull to download it and keep it saved in my phone. It wasn’t a gentle, pretty picture at all; it was raw, realistic, and showed every detail of His suffering. But I remembered the promise I have always held close: that the Blood of Jesus protects us from every power of darkness, from every evil, and from every harm. Because of that deep belief, I kept it. I didn’t know then just how much that image would become part of my devotion and my life.

It brought back so many memories from when I was a teenager. Every Holy Week, our local television station would broadcast The Passion of the Christ by Mel Gibson for free, and I would watch it over and over again. Even then, I was deeply moved, especially during the parts corresponding to the Sorrowful Mysteries. Every time I watched, I felt such intense pity, such deep sorrow and sadness that I could barely bear to look at the screen. I was only fifteen years old back then, and seeing the scourging at the pillar was almost too much for my young heart—it was so brutal, so painful, so raw. I would turn my face away, my heart aching, because I could not understand how anyone could endure such suffering. That movie left a mark on me; it showed the truth of what He went through, far beyond the soft, quiet images we sometimes see in churches.

The image I had printed on the tarpaulin is exactly like that movie—just as brutal, just as realistic, just as raw. It shows His crucifixion exactly as Mel Gibson portrayed it: torn flesh, wounds everywhere, blood flowing freely, the agony written all over His body and face. To many people, it would seem too much, too scandalous, too painful to look at. I honestly wondered: “Can I really share this with others? Will people be able to bear seeing it? Will they understand it?” Because if you truly look at it, you cannot help but feel that same intense sorrow I felt when I was young. It pierces your heart. It makes you cry. It makes you realize how much He suffered because of love for us.

But day after day, I spent time with that image. I contemplated it, I prayed before it, and slowly, something beautiful began to happen. As I gazed upon His agony, words of prayer started forming in my heart—prayers that I had never heard or read before, but that felt so right, so true, so full of meaning. I wrote them down, searched to see if such prayers existed, and then I organized them into a proper prayer form. Being a devoted follower of the Precious Blood Chaplet, I began reciting these new prayers while holding my chaplet beads, uniting every word with His Most Precious Blood. I learned through my devotion that this is truly one of the most powerful and effective ways to worship God: to deeply contemplate and unite yourself with the agony of Jesus on the Cross. It is not just looking at suffering—it is entering into it with Him, and letting His suffering become our strength, our protection, and our salvation.

For a long time, there was another image I had been longing to have: a specific depiction of the Agonizing Jesus on the Cross. I searched everywhere here in the Philippines, in shops, in religious stores, everywhere—but I could never find it. It seemed impossible to get. But I kept faithful to my devotion. I completed the 144-day Novena of the Precious Blood, just as I told you before, and soon after finishing it, an idea came clearly to my mind: if I cannot find it, I will create it myself, and I will share it with everyone who loves Him. And that is exactly what I did—creating that framed image of the Agonizing Jesus in sackcloth, which I now share with others as a source of grace and protection.

Then, one ordinary day, something happened that deepened my faith even more. A short video clip suddenly popped up on my phone screen—just a simple 3D animation, nothing fancy. But what I saw in it struck me deeply. It showed thick, black, dark smoke swirling like a violent wind. Written within that smoke were terrible words: condemnation, death, sickness, sin, curses, captivity, darkness—all the evils that afflict humanity. This dark smoke was shown as if it were being poured out or cast upon Jesus, overwhelming Him, surrounding Him, entering into His body. It looked like all the chaos, all the evil, all the pain of the whole world was being placed upon Him at the Cross.

At that very moment, while I was praying for the protection of all believers through His Precious Blood, I understood the meaning of what I was seeing. That dark smoke—all that evil, all that sickness, all that death and condemnation—was bestowed upon Him, placed upon His shoulders, carried by Him alone. The video showed Him holding onto the very bottom of the pit, taking all that darkness upon Himself, so that it would not fall on us. And a truth burned into my heart: everyone who worships Him, everyone who trusts in His Precious Blood, everyone who unites themselves to His agony—will be saved, protected, and delivered from the power of darkness.

That brutal, scandalous image I printed weeks ago? It is not just a picture of pain. It is the image of the One who took every darkness, every sickness, every condemnation, every evil upon Himself, so that we might be free. It is painful to look at, yes—but that pain is the price of our safety, our life, and our salvation. Now I know why I was drawn to it, why I kept it, why I created the Agonizing Cross image, and why I share these prayers. Because when you truly see His agony, and when you truly trust in His Blood, you find the strongest protection in the whole universe. He carried the darkness, so that we may walk in His light.

Until Next Time,

Yuna