By Mike Kaarhus
11 AUG 2010. UPDATED AUG. 4, 2020. UNITED STATES – The picture below is an artist’s idea of what St. Philomena might have looked like. I refer to her as St. Lumena, because the Queen of Angels named her Lumena. She was martyred by the notorious Emperor Diocletian sometime during his reign (AD 284-305). She is a great saint. But the world, (as well as the Church in the Americas) is for the most part ignorant of her. So here I merely reprint the revelations which (along with many miracles) helped establish some degree of devotion to her.
St. Lumena's sacred and miraculous remains were discovered in 1802 in a sealed tomb in the Catacombs of St. Priscilla in Rome. Between July 1, 1805 and Aug. 10, 1805, the Church transferred her remains from Rome to Our Lady of Grace Church in Mugnano, Italy. Regarding this transfer, her virginity, her martyrdom, her fidelity to Christ, as well as miracles and conversions worked through her Faith in Him, we have two locutions from St. Lumena to the foundress of the Oblates of Our Lady of Sorrows, Mother Maria Luisa di Gesú. These locutions transpired on two separate days in August of 1833. Below is the first locution (from Aug 3, 1833), as published by Richard Donley Fox:
Dear Sister, August the 10th 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 5th 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 said translation was made on the tenth, the day of my feast in Heaven. (St. Lumena)
From the above, we learn the day of St. Lumena's
birth into Heaven was August 10. However, the Latin Church in the 19th century (under Gregory XVI) designated Aug. 11 as her feast (in Italy), so that is her official feast day. I think of Aug. 10 as the vigil of St. Lumena. And when Gregory XVI established that feast day for Italy, he didn't just pull the date out of a tiara. He had considered the above revelation.
The second locution contains (among other things) the account of St. Lumena's faithfulness to Christ under extreme and extended circumstances – her 40 day imprisonment and martyrdom under Emperor Diocletian. According to Mariologist Dr. Mark Miravalle, this locution and testimony were
approved by Holy Office in 1833, and were documented and confirmed by Padre de Lucia, pastor of Our Lady of Grace Church in Mugnano (Miravalle 2). The text of the locution below is also from www.philomena.org:
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 prepossessed 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 to reduce 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 red 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 midday, the same hour that saw my Divine Master expire. (St. Lumena)
From the above, we see St. Lumena's parents named her Lumena at birth, and Filumena at baptism. The Queen of Angels named her Lumena again, just before her martyrdom. According to Miravalle, her tomb at the Catacombs of Priscilla in Rome was sealed with 3 tiles, the first of which reads LUMENA (Miravalle 1). So I refer to her as St. Lumena. But most people refer to her as S. Filumena (Latin), St. Philomene (French), Santa Filomena (Italian), or St. Philomena (English).
I might add that Friday (the sixth day) is the same day of the week that
saw Our Divine Master expire. The cycle of weekdays in Judeo-Christian calendars has not changed since the days of Moses. Some argue that the weekday cycle was changed in the 16th century, when Gregory XIII instituted a new calendar that corrected the Julian calendar's day count by deleting 10 days, but did not adjust the cycle of weekdays accordingly. But Gregory was correct to leave the weekday unchanged. The weekdays simply go round in a cycle of 7, heedless and regardless of how many days a calendar says are in a year. If you correct the number of days in a year, then it would be an error to also change the weekday. From gregoriancalendar.net ...
The last day of the Julian calendar was Thursday, October 4, 1582, and this was followed by the first day of the Gregorian calendar, which is Friday, October 15, 1582. Since then, the cycle of weekdays was not affected.
... we see that Gregory correctly did not change the weekday.
St. Lumena has worked many documented miracles since the fourth century. The more recent ones (since 1805) are often associated with the presence of her relics, or of dust that had settled on the surface of her bones. The relics themselves are miraculous.
Her faith, her virginity, her martyrdom, her miracles, and the divinity of her Spouse did not go unnoticed by the Church. Dr. Miravalle notes that there were
Nineteen acts of the Holy See in the course of five successive pontificates ... issued in positive promotion of popular devotion to Saint Philomena expressed in the form of elevations in rank of liturgical cultus, the erection of confraternities and archconfraternities, and the granting of plenary and partial indulgences (Miravalle 1).
We who accept St. Lumena do so despite the world's hypocrisy and unbelief, and despite false doctrines that teach that apparations and locutions are in every case of the devil. The revelation of her story is nothing less than the divine Will; it is a good and worthy thing.
Miravalle 1, Dr. Mark. Present Ecclesial Status of Devotion to Saint Philomena. 2002.
Miravalle 2, Dr. Mark. St. Philomena, A Saint For Our Times. Lighthouse Catholic Media. 2009.
St. Lumena. Locution to Mother Maria Luisa di Gesú, Oblates of Our Lady of Sorrows. Aug 1833. Italy. Published by Fox, Richard Donley in Patroness. 2010.
Updated Oct. 2018.