Is Fr. Zlatko Sudac the long-awaited Angelic Shepherd?
Thanks to Ron for this post.
I copy it here for benefit of all and the convenience of having as much info.(factual and speculative) about Fr. Zlatko Sudac as possible, in one location:
" Is Fr. Zlatko Sudac the long-awaited Angelic Shepherd?
by Ron Conte
The following text is excerpted from my booklet:
The Great Catholic Monarch and the Angelic Shepherd
The great Pope is the Angelic Shepherd. He is called Angelic because he will take the name Pope Raphael, and because of the Angelic purity of his holiness. After receiving the Seal of the Living God (Rev 7:2), he entirely ceased from all personal sin; he still retains the remnant of original sin called concupiscence, but he no longer sins. Thus his purity and holiness is similar to that of Saint Joseph, and that of Saint John the Baptist, except that Ss. Joseph and John did not commit any personal sins in their entire lives, whereas the Angelic Shepherd did commit some personal sins in his life, until he received the Seal. Therefore, he is correctly described as "most eminent in sanctity and most perfect in every quality," and is fittingly called the Angelic Shepherd.
The great Catholic monarch and the Angelic Shepherd will work to rebuild the world, by spreading the true teachings of the holy Catholic Faith, and also by rebuilding the basic building blocks of modern society: electricity, water and sewer, heat and cooling, transportation, health and medical resources, education, libraries, etc. They will build many churches and great cathedrals. They will locate the center of authority of the Church again in Rome, and will build a new Vatican City somewhere in Rome. They will locate the center of worship of the Church in Jerusalem. Very many Christians will move to the Holy Land, so much so that the nations all around Israel will become like the suburbs of the Holy Land, because there will not be enough room in all of Israel for all the persons who move there.
Fr. Zlatko Sudac (pronounced "Sue-dots") was born on January 24, 1971. He is from the town of Vrbnik, on Krk island, in Croatia. He began studying for the priesthood in 1993, after completing his mandatory military service in the Yugoslav army. He was ordained a priest on June 29, 1998 and is a diocesan priest for the diocese of Krk, Croatia.... Fr. Sudac received the cross on his forehead in May 1999, on the Friday after the beatification of Padre Pio.
So by his holiness, his numerous gifts, the sign of the cross on his forehead, and by his birthplace, it is clear that the Angelic Shepherd is Father Zlatko Sudac of Krk diocese, Croatia.
The above text is also found in my book:
The First Part of the Tribulation
Ronald L. Conte Jr.
Roman Catholic theologian and
translator of the Catholic Public Domain Version of the Bible."
I have previously heaped praise on "The First Part of the Tribulation".
I regard it as essential reading for a heads-up on where we are headed, what it may be like and how soon.
Our Lady speaks through Fr. Zlatko to abuse victim
Although this story about Fr. Zlatko is some years old now, I had not read it before.
It contributes to the background knowledge concerning him.
We learn how, at a healing service conducted by Fr. Zlatko in the U.S., Our Lady spoke through Fr. Zlatko to a clerical abuse victim whom he was blessing:
"Haunted…and healed: a story of Fr. Sudac
posted by deacon greg kandra
Shortly after I posted the news item about the priest pedophile Msgr. Othmar Schroeder, I wandered over to Rod Dreher’s blog and noticed he’d linked to the same story. But then, Rod added his own footnote, remembering a friend he called “John”:
John was somewhere between 50 and 60 when I met him. It was hard to tell, because he was a recovering alcoholic, and the boozing had ravaged his body. He had come back to Catholicism after many years spent as a drunk and promiscuous homosexual. His liaisons occurred chiefly with priests. I came to trust him when he started telling me about hush-hush things going on in the archdiocese regarding sexual impropriety that would later come out, or could be independently verified.
John grew up a working-class Irish kid in one of NYC’s boroughs. His mother sent him to Catholic school. When he was around 10 or 11, the priest who ran the school called John into his office, and anally raped him. John went home and told his mother … who slapped his face hard and told him never to say such things about a priest. From that moment on, John was trapped: the priest made him into his sex slave, abusing the child in the rectory and elsewhere. “What could I do?” John said. “Nobody believed me. We were Irish Catholics. You didn’t question the priests in those days.”
John was ruined, morally, spiritually and psychologically by his abuse. As I said, he went on to become an alcoholic, and as an adult made priests his lovers. His initial abuser went on to become a famous and well-regarded figure in the Church, and died honored and beloved by the community.
An interesting thing happened to John not long before I left New York and lost touch with him. He’d heard that Father Zlatko Sudac, a Croatian priest was coming to town, a young man with a reputation as a mystic and a stigmatist. John went to see him on his last night leading a prayer service at a Catholic parish in the city. John hung at the very back and stayed quiet, observing. Toward the end, there was a long line of parishioners who wanted to receive Father Sudac’s blessing. John decided that he should too. As I recall his story, he was one of the last in line. He hadn’t talked to anybody there, and to his knowledge, no one at that parish knew him.
As he knelt and received the priest’s blessing, Father Sudac, who spoke no English, whispered something to his interpreter. The interpreter leaned over and whispered to John, “Father says to tell you that the Virgin says she was with you in the rectory, and suffered along with you. You were not alone.”
When John told me that story, he started crying. He didn’t cry because he thought, “If you were there, why didn’t you stop it?” He cried because he was now convinced that he had not suffered alone. God, and the Virgin Mary, had seen what happened. That was enough for John. He had begun to heal.
The story is stunning on so many levels, but strikes very close to home for me.
Because the parish where this occured is my own.
Fr. Sudac appeared at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs in Forest Hills, Queens several years ago. Thousands came to the prayer service, braving a rainstorm and a parking nightmare, to see and hear the fabled mystic and stigmatist. He spoke no English, knew no one at the parish, and relied entirely on an interpreter. But at one point during the mass, he offered prayers and petitions for very specific problems and illnesses. People who attended the mass told me later they were stunned to hear him mention their circumstances. (“There is a little girl who has leukemia,” he would say. “She is in the hospital. In New York. Her mother is here with us. We pray for her and her little girl…”) Many who left that night felt comforted, and more than a few said they felt healed.
Rod Dreher’s friend “John,” it seems, had a lot of company."
From a deaconsbench blog at beliefnet.com
PRAYER OF SURRENDER by Fr. Zlatko Sudac
PRAYER OF SURRENDER by Fr. Zlatko Sudac
Come, Most Holy Spirit.
Come, Spirit of Grace.
Come, our Healer.
Come, Risen Lord.
Come, our beloved Teacher.
Lord, my heart is in need of you.
The depths of my heart cry out for You.
I wish to open myself entirely to You.
I desire that You penetrate me completely,
that I belong to You, that You
enter into my heart.
I desire that only You dwell there.
I desire to love You eternally.
Fill me with Your holy love.
Strengthen me and be with me always.
May Your Holy Name be praised.
I pray to you, Lord, for every person,
for every heart that is beating for You.
Answer their prayers.
Do not allow any one of them to be lost.
This life passes so quickly.
Allow us to become aware
of what is important,
to not lose ourselves, but to gain You.
You are the only center of our lives.
Only with You can I know what
and who I am.
Come, Lord. Come Most Holy Spirit.
My heart is waiting for you.
Fr Sudac Suffers Christ's Agony- A Priest's Testimony-Part 1
This testimony is from Catholic Daily
the event took place in 2001
- It is lengthy but persevere because it is absolutely riveting!
I had to break the post into two parts due to a restriction on post length.
Part 2 follows this post.
"Fr Sudac Suffers Christ's Agony- A Priest's Testamony
by NancyD » Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:26 am
Testimonial of an event
Fra Jozo Grbeš
I met Rev. Zlatko Sudac in October 1999 when he held a retreat in our parish of St. Jerome. He came then together with dear friends of mine Milka and Jack Ricov. We became friends the very moment, it appears to me, instantaneously at the airport. He stayed with us five days, held an extraordinary retreat and left permanent marks behind him.
Zlatko came to us again on January 4th 2001. The aim of this stay is to learn English. We enrolled him at DePaul University where he continues to study the language. He is to stay with us till the end of February. Shortly after his arrival it was agreed that he hold a retreat in New York. Before leaving for the seminar he paid a visit to a sick man here in Chicago, to Zvonko Vuchich. His daughter Anne interpreted into English the first retreat in our parish, and last summer she traveled with a group of Americans to "Betanija" (Bethany, note) in Mali Lošinj (town and island in Croatia, note). Zvonko grew sick all of a sudden, the cancer took hold of the major part of the body and he was in pains. Zlatko went to him, gave him Confession, administered to him the Sacrament of Anointment and conversed with him and with the family at length. According to Zlatko's testimony that was an extraordinary experience. Zvonko became a new man who only prayed as well as everyone around him. He told to Zlatko that he is ready to testify about all that happened to him on an (earlier?, note) retreat. We were constantly in touch with the family and prayed. Zlatko went to New York to hold a retreat on February 2nd, 3rd and 4th together with Anne Vuchich who interpreted into English. On the very day of the retreat, at 12 o'clock, on Friday February 2nd, Anne's father Zvonko passed away. Anne went to the church in New York and prayed and asked the Lord what should she do. The answer came soon: the mother called from Chicago and told Anne to remain on the retreat and to come home only Sunday because her father was only then to be exposed (in the coffin, note) at the Funeral Home. And that is what happened. The retreat was held, Zlatko mentioned Zvonko, (and, note) his daughter Anne who still remained on the retreat. For Zlatko that was a sign that Zvonko himself was there and that he witnesses what he promised. It was an event overwhelmed with joy and emotions.
Anne was back home in Chicago Sunday morning, because the father was to be exposed from 2 to 9 p.m. I went to the Midway Airport to get Zlatko in the evening at 8 o'clock. The airplane landed in time and we left immediately for home, for the parish. I mention this because of the following event.
Tomorrow, on Moday February 5th, Zlatko, Fra Jozo Grubishich, the parish priest and I went to the funeral Mass for the late Zvonko. Fra Slavko, the custodian, and a large number of local Croatian priests took part in the Mass in the church packed with people. Everything was beautiful. Fra Nikola gave a wonderful sermon, and at the end of the Mass Zlatko said a few words about the late Zvonko, his goodness, his faith, his desire to witness in front of thousands of people. And then Zlatko added that "although he died on that day, the same Friday he came to the retreat. His daughter Anne remained on the retreat to witness and to interpret." Those were incisive words together with the rest what Sudac said. Both the people and the priests weeped. The Mass ended. We went home. The family went to the cemetery, buried the father and friend, came back for lunch and then home. When they arrived home, they began to talk about it all. The next morning a (woman, note) relative said: "I finally understood who was the person in the mortuary, (the person, note) that prayed on Zvonko and greeted with Anne... well that was that priest that came to the Mass..." On that Anne's aunt said how he never was in the mortuary at all. The women were petrified. Namely, a few of them said how they saw him in the mortuary, but he could not be there because he was in NY. I personally am the witness to that because I fetched him at the airport and took him to our parish of St. Jerome. SO WE WEREN'T IN THE MORTUARY! When people realized what actually happened, there ensued weeping, stress, panic, a weird state for them all. Many of them said how they could not (bear to) look at the Rev. Sudac because they felt how he sees through them, (how he) sees all... Sudac said to that how "they can't (stand to) look at me not because of me but becaue of their own sins." When all this was recounted to Zlatko, he confirmed that that actually was bilocation, namely that he was in two places at the same time, that in the Spirit he found himself in the place mentioned. He saw the people, described exactly in detail the coffin, where the pictures, the flowers were, what the deceased had on, what kind of room it was etc. We were all astounded, because he simply could not know (all) that. Anne herself confirmed to Zlatko these particulars on the phone around 5:45 o'clock, on Tuesday evening, February 6th. (As she spoke) Zlatko listened and confirmed. Then he said: "Enough, I understand all, we'll hear from each other later. Come to us (over) here and tell us everything." And he hung up. Zlatko went to his room after that.
To remind you, Sudac has been here with us for more than a month. NEVER ONCE did I go to him, entered into his room. We have always talked downstairs, in the dining room, the living room or my office. I never felt that I needed to go upstairs. When I did need something I would call at him from downstairs and he would answer. That evening I don't know myself why I went to him in his room. We had talked how Anne would come and witness to us all that is written above and that we would call Fra Slavko, the custodian and Fra Marko Puljich (who came from Michigan to a meeting these days) to be with us.
But when I came to him in the room about 6:10 in the evening, he was trembling, bleeding, he was in a sort of pain. Since we are friends, we called each other "Pal" (the closest to Croatian "Pajdo", note). I told him: "(Hey,) pal, please calm down. Don't be afraid. I am here for whatever you need, tell me if you need water or anything else for refreshment!" He was tossing and turning, he couldn't stand upright, he leaned on my shoulder, he weeped heavily, his face bled, his cross bled, and his hands and feet (Fr. Sudac is stigmatized and has a cross impressed on his forehead, note). As if every bit of his body ached. Then he began to say: "You go out, pal, I want to spare you this, I don't want you to see this suffering of mine." I did not understand what he was talking about! Then again he leaned on my shoulder and wept.
Suddenly in thousands of a second, I don't know how, he ended on the floor, by the entrance door. It is weird and I don't know how but I found myself at the same moment next to him on the floor, on my knees! He lay on the back, his arms spread and was undergoing a horrible suffering. His head assumed some strange marvelous look, filled with pain, his hair was all disheveled, the face bloody, covered with spit, the mouth like "drawn out", horribly distended, his eyes "popped-out", looking somewhere distant. I saw human pain, the suffering people and hospitals, but anything like this I nowhere near saw, all the sufferings that I saw in my life put together are never one tenth of this. His head looked like the Head of Christ. I finally understood that he literally lives the Calvary, the Christ's passion of 2000 years ago. His hands were completely spread, the fingers cramped full of pain and were turning and twisting to all sides. I had the impresssion that he could not lift the arms, that it was about the nailing on the cross, his feet were undergoing horrible suffering although I wasn't paying attention to the lower part of the body. He was all trembling, weeping, the sweat from the hair and the brow was like large drops of rain or snow. Then the (death-)rattle took hold of him, the heavy breathing, deep sighs, screams, groans... all that as the consequnce of horrible pain. I did not see anybody else in the room, didn't see a third person or persons, but the suffering was so heavy that thought that thousands of people were beating him, stamping on him, nailing him. I was afraid that he would hit with his head on the floor, and so I kept holding his head in my arm all the time. When I would see the pain, the racking pain in his hand, actually hands, then I would take hold of his hand. He seized me in such way that I thought that my hand and all the bones in it were bursting. Then all of a sudden he was jolting. His body moved somehwhere up, it jolted in an arc, while his head remained on the floor on my arm. I had the impression as if that somebody was beating him from the back, as if that somebody was hitting him with something horrible and he was trying to dodge it, jolting all the higher. He was (all) bent. Maybe the best comparison are the athletes arching their body (doing the bridge) when they rehearse for their shows.
All this time he bled, sweated, and the face as though it wasn't his. If I may draw comparisons, then it very much reminded me to a film on Jesus in which Jesus' agony on the cross was shown. That look of his head I will never forget, that suffering in his eyes I will never cease to remember. The wounds (the stigmata, note) that he received a few months ago bled.
Suddenly, I don't know how, as if again in a fraction of a second, he found himself in the middle of the room, on his knees all huddled up (and) bent. I found myself again right next to him. How? I don't know. It seemed to me as if someone hit him on the back, with something terrible, and that he tried to diminish the pain. And at that time there was heavy rattling, horribly difficult breathing, sighs that make the blood freeze in the veins, bending that I cannot discribe because I have nothing to compare that suffering with.
After that suddenly, I say suddenly, because I did not understand how, he found himself again on the floor in the same spot. Both his first fall on the floor, and this second change of position seemed to me as if it was about two diminsions, that there existed two men, now one was here, and the other there. While I am looking at one the other vanishes. I don't know. I followed his movements, but I followed them in thousands of a second. How? I don't know! Then there was the same suffering on the floor. I have to say this important thing. Even though I consider myself a very rational person, but at the same time a fairly emotional one, (I don't find it difficult to weep when I go to hospitals and see human pain, especially when it is somebody close), in these moments I wasn't sad, I didn't feel embitterment, sorrow, pain, I felt a great peace that overwhelmed me entirely. That peace of soul I feel even now in myself as some heritage of that. That is a peace that no other joy that I had in (my) life can describe.
- Continued in Part 2 post which follows.
Fr Sudac Suffers Christ's Agony- A Priest's Testimony-Part 2
Continued from previous post (Part 1)
"Soon after the suffering, Zlatko was SENSELESS, the head simply fell over my arm, his arms fell loose as if of a dead man, the body became still and stiffened nearly. He didn't move with anithing, neither did he show signs of life. I realized that was DEATH. He was in front of me A DEAD MAN. Completely lacking senses. There were no signs of life. Only then did through my head pass a thousand questions, What now, how now, what will be now, what will his bishop say, the Church Fra Slavko, the custodian, Fra Jozo, the people, Chicago... I don't know, I cannot mention all that went through my head in those moments. I wanted to call Fra Jozo, but in that instant, while I was watching his dead body, I was checking the pulse at his wrists and while nothing was moving, I put my hand upon his heart trying to see whether he was alive. In that instant I don't know whether I physically sensed, touche and felt that still he was alive, or it was my inner feeling. I don't know, but I understood that he was alive! The death lasted approximately no more than two minutes, maybe less. In those moments while I was still U turning (thoughts) in my head as to what would happen, he budged his head on my arm. So, I understood he WAS ALIVE. I was indescribably joyous! Indescribably! I kneeled during all this time. Then he again in one quick instant found himself on the other side of the room. I was right next to him. I sat with my legs stretched on the floor. Then he turned to me, leaned his head on my arm and leg and rapidly, very rapidly, spoke words of prayer. To me they sounded Hebrew. After that he continued to very rapidly repeat the words "Totus Tuus", which in Latin means "Whole yours". That he repeated so fast that I cannot imitate, as if you set a radio tape and then you made it go faster.
When that finished, he straightened up, I thought that he completely recovered to the pervious state. He kneeled and I kneeled. In that moment I told him: "Zlatko, please bless me!" He began to pray over me: "My friend, may God bless you and protect you, give you strength, grant you..." That most beautiful blessing lasted surely about two minutes. I am not able to repeat it! Then he sat on the floor, opened his eyes and looked at me saying: "Pal, have you really been here all this time?" I replied him confirming. He started crying, he cried heavily. Then he said what he said in the beginning, which I could not understand back then: "My pal, I urged you to go out, but at the same time I prayed and wished that you remain, that there be somebody to share with me that pain." We cried together. Then he asked me what time it was. It was around 6:45. The whole of this event that I described lasted approximately 15-20 minutes. After that Zlatko cried, he hugged me and said how all that was because of his sins, that God puts him on trial because of that, gives him suffering. I said the contrary, we spoke for long about that. He wanted a Confession. His feets and hands and the cross still bled. The cross, the forehead and his hair had a most beautiful odor, the odor as the oils, of myrrh, incense, flowers, plants, in fact all these together. It was a most beautiful odor.
I left him alone, he said he would come to his senses somewhat and come downstairs to us right away. He came down and sat with me and Fra Jozo. Soon Ann Vuchich came as well. We sat. I told him how it was good that he washed and cleaned himself a little. To that he said: "I didn't wash at all after you left the room. I didn't go to the bathroom." I remained like shocked, because I knew what his face was like, his forehead, the cheeks... a few minutes ago.
We sat long that night, long, and talked about the event, and Ann told us in details all that I wrote in the first part of the text.
The above mentioned event left a permanent mark on my life and especially my priesthood. Above all these are graces that I don't feel that I minimally merit. All that happened on February 6th, the eve of the 8th anniversary of my priestly ordination. I will be glad if this brief testimony to those as well who will read it become an inspiration for a better life of Love nad closer togetherness with the Savior who suffered horrible pain for us all.
That the above is Truth and only truth, I bear witness with my soul, with my priesthood and with the passion of Christ that I saw live.
Fra Jozo Grbesh
In Chicagu, in the parish of St. Jerome, on the 8th anniversary of priestly ordination, February 7th A. D. 2001.
P.S. Testimony submitted to:
1. Fra Slavko Soldo, custodian of Croatian Franciscans for America and Canada
2. the Bishop of Krk, Valter Zupan (the bishop of Rev. Sudac)
I have to add that a few weeks after this event I asked an American friend to try and get me myrrh in Chicago, that is, the oil that the Jews usually used to anoint their deceased. The Gospel by John speaks about it thus: "Joseph of Arimathea brought about one hundred liters of myrrh and alloy. Then they took Jesus' body and according to the Jewish custom at burials, wrapped it in linen with spices..." (John 19,39-40). The friend, American, after a lot of searching, found a store in which he found myrrh and brought it in a flask! Interesting: ITS ODOR WAS ABSOLUTELY THE SAME AS THAT ONE WHICH ZLATKO'S HEAD ODORED WITH THE NIGHT AFTER THE PASSION "
Absolutlely riveting, just as you say. His quiet, secluded life right now seems to be a time of preparation for what is to come. Can you imagine people who did not want to be in his presence? And how true were his words about their own sinfulness. Right now I feel like the woman who crawled through the crowds to touch the hem of the Master's cloak. Although he clearly is not Jesus, he seems to have been given a monumental task for the sins of the world. Would that we all offer many prayers and sufferings for this servant of God.
"Closer to You bid me, that with Your saints I may be praising Your name, forever and ever."
Awareness of "Angelic Shepherd" potential
Obviously many Croats, maybe most, know of Fr. Zlatko.
Millions around the world know him because of his stigmata and other gifts.
I have wondered whether people at home in Croatia are aware of a coming "Angelic Shepherd" and of his potential to be that person (Pope).
Thank you and God bless.
Sorry for not answering you already , but i didnt have much time for computer these days , so today i saw your question for the first time. But i will always answer to your questions when i come here , so dont think i wont...
1. ALL Croats know for Zlatko Sudac , wheather they are believers or non believers...
2. NEVER in Croatia did i hear anything about "Angelic shepard" , or any relation between Zlatko Sudac and this figure. The first time that i read about this possible connection was in Ron's writing...
3. Croatia , by percent of catholics , is one of the most catholic countries in the world , but i dont think that there is any place in the world today , that has such a high level of understanding of folk-catholicism and Bible. For many people in Croatia , including many believers , Zlatko is just a fool. So , by this spiritual blindness of many people , i can clearyl see that nothing will ever change for them , not even when the "Međugorje sign" comes...
Awcourse , there are many who see Zlatko as a holy man. There are also many people who love him , and who are not such a devour catholics , esspecially weterans of our homeland war , because Zlatko Sudac is very sensitive about our croatian patriotism , concerning the last war , and he doesnt show much understanding for pacifism in our case , so yeah , one day he could be a pope who would give his blessings for military solution...
I dont know if the people in America ar aware of it , but you could often see Zlatko Sudac in America. You just need to get in touch with some croatian catholic communities in USA , and ask them to inform you about his next visit there...
Also , you can find some of his speeches translated to English...
God Bless !!!
Last edited by Keva : 6th August 2013 at 04:05 PM.
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