She then saw a light descending towards her, and distinguished in the midst of it the resplendent form of her crucified Saviour, whose wounds shone like so many furnaces of light.

Her heart was overflowing with joy and sorrow, and, at the sight of the sacred wounds, her desire to suffer with her Lord became intensely violent.
Then triple rays, pointed like arrows, of the colour of blood, darted forth from the hands, feet, and side of the sacred apparition, and struck her hands, feet, and right side.

The triple rays from the side formed a point like the head of a lance.

The moment these rays touched her, drops of blood flowed from the wounds which they made.

Long did she remain in a state of insensibility, and when she recovered her senses she did not know who had lowered her outstretched arms.