Every year—even today—thousands gather in Naples to witness a miracle.
A vial holding the 1,700-year-old blood of St. Januarius turns from a crusted solid to bright flowing liquid.
It’s done this for 600+ years on three fixed dates—unless doom is near.
The strange miracle 🧵:
St. Januarius was a bishop of Benevento, martyred during the Roman persecutions around 305 AD.
His relics were later brought to Naples, where he became the city’s beloved patron saint. His blood was said to have been collected after his death.
(Source: Catholic News Agency, 2024)
The blood is kept in two sealed glass ampoules inside a metal reliquary.
The first recorded liquefaction occurred in 1389. Since then, it’s been witnessed publicly for over 600 years.
(Source: Treasures of the San Gennaro Chapel, Wikipedia)
It happens on three fixed days:
—September 19 (his feast day)
—First Saturday in May
—December 16 (marking a 1631 volcanic eruption)
On these days, the vial is removed and displayed. The crowd waits in suspense.
(Source: Catholic News Agency, 2024)
Sometimes it liquefies instantly. Sometimes it takes hours.
Each time, a crusted red mass transforms—visibly—into flowing red liquid.
This is broadcast live on Italian TV and witnessed by thousands.
In 2010, a group of chemists showed that under lab conditions, dried blood can appear to re-liquefy—if it’s stored in custom glass, exposed to precise vibrations, and treated with specific proteins.
But that study used modern samples, open containers, and manipulated conditions.
It proves nothing about a sealed, 600-year-old relic no one’s ever tested.
(Source: Garlaschelli et al., 2010)
The Church doesn’t require belief.
It doesn’t officially call it a miracle.
But it allows the display and encourages prayer.
(Source: Catholic News Agency, Dec. 16, 2024)
When the blood liquefies, the celebration begins:
Cannon fire. Bell ringing. Handkerchiefs waving.
The “relatives of San Gennaro,” a lay brotherhood, weep with joy.
To Naples, this isn’t spectacle. It’s a divine tradition.
(Source: Wikipedia – Miracle of the Blood of Saint Januarius)
Even across the Atlantic, the miracle lives on.
Each year, New York’s Little Italy holds a parade for St. Januarius.
The story has crossed oceans and centuries—still binding believers to a mystery that remains alive.
(Source: Little Italy NYC, Feast of San Gennaro)
On September 19, 2025, the relic will be brought out again. And the world will watch to see:
Will the blood of a martyr from the 3rd century stir again?
(Source: CNA, 2024 Feast Schedule)
NOTE: I should have mentioned but last time the blood did not liquefy was December 2020 (covid).
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In 1968, Cairo traffic froze. A woman in glowing white stood on the roof of a church.
Thousands watched in silence.
She returned again the next night.
And again.
And again—for 3 years.
This is the most publicly witnessed Marian apparition in history. 🧵👇
The church was St. Mary’s in Zeitoun.
It was built in 1925 after a Coptic man claimed Mary appeared to him in a dream, asking for a church on that very spot.
She told him: “A miracle will happen here one day.”
(Coptic Encyclopedia, vol. 7, 1991)
One week later—she returned.
Then again. And again.
Each time, she appeared in silence.
A glowing woman, arms outstretched or in prayer, walking across the domes.
By May 1968, the Al-Ahram front page called it what it was:
70,000 stood in a muddy field—priests and atheists, farmers and journalists.
They came to see if three children were telling the truth.
What happened next made even skeptics fall to their knees.
This is the Miracle of Fátima:
🧵
For six months, three children said the Virgin Mary was appearing to them in Fátima, Portugal.
She told them to pray, and promised a final miracle on October 13, 1917.
Each month, the crowd grew.
By October, 70,000 people had shown up to see if it was real.
(Documented in newspaper records and witness accounts archived by the Diocese of Leiria-Fátima.)
It was pouring rain. Believers prayed. Skeptics rolled their eyes. Journalists came expecting a hoax.
Everyone was drenched. The ground was soaked.
At noon, the children pointed to the sky.
The rain stopped. The clouds opened.
And the sun came out—but not like it normally does.