Let's listen to Myrna on this subject.

Two or three months before November 1984, I heard a voice deep inside me saying, "I will take your eyes." I didn't understand what it meant and I didn't pay attention to it. I tried to forget about it, but it kept spinning through my head... I thought I was self-suggestioning, but it kept coming back during my daily activities at home and when I am not alone. In the end, I was afraid. I kept thinking to myself, "Why am I thinking about it so much?" I informed a close friend and asked her not to reveal it; but she couldn't... Eventually, Father Elias Zahlaoui found out about it. He approached me without revealing the secret, gently asking me :

"How are you... what's your news... what's your state of mind... what are your predispositions, etc."

I told him nothing, but he kept coming back at me.

When he saw that I wasn't cooperating, he decided to go straight to the point.

He told me that this ‘voice’ that you hear could be that of the Devil, but do not be afraid because God is with you, and he asked me to intensify my prayer.

I wanted to fast for three days before the Feast of the Soufanieh Phenomenon, that is, from November 26th to 28th 1984. From the beginning of my fast, I entered into ecstasy. During this ecstasy, I no longer saw anything of the surrounding world. I did not see the Virgin Mary nor Jesus Christ, but only a very strong light. I don't know what a blind person sees. Once the ecstasy was over, my vision returned to normal. I then remembered this inner voice that I had heard before and I cried. I thought that everything was over.

Several doctors had come to examine me and then I understood from them that a blind person only sees black, while I only saw white! That's what I thought also. The doctors noticed that my pupils did not react to their examinations. This strong white light I saw, invaded me, and blinded my vision to material things for three days. I felt an indescribable peace. Even when I saw the Virgin Mary on the terrace of the apparitions, I didn't feel such peace. I was very rested, calm, serene, and happy.

The people's reaction to my condition was predictable. They were all troubled and afraid, afraid for me. However, they were reassured when they saw me at peace. They were worried about me because of my fasting. They insisted that I eat something, telling me that God didn't want that. I didn't answer them.

I could hear my mother crying. She would say: Does God want to leave you in this state? I would ask her "Bring me the Bible."

She would open the Bible and I would point at a passage with my finger and I would ask her to read it.

The passage referred to the Divine Light and the specific passage said "Don't worry about what you will eat or drink, or what you will wear."

I didn't eat, drink, nor speak for three days. Anyone who entered the room smelled a strange but strong scent of roses. Everyone noticed that a Force emanated from my room.

During those three days, my pupils were open. People slept in my room, either on the floor or on the sofa... During the day, an impressive calm reigned in the room, and the deacon-theologian Spiridon Jabbour (Greek Orthodox) never left my room; he was like its doorkeeper. He didn't let anyone enter the room so as not to disturb me. Even my brother had to get his permission in order to see me!

Every morning, a priest came to give me the Holy Eucharist. On the first day, Father Joseph Malouli gave me Holy Communion. As soon as I received it, a strong and beautiful scent of roses escaped from my mouth, and everyone present could also smell it. This scent was so pleasant that I was repeatedly asked to open my mouth in order to smell it! We were all very surprised. A person who has fasted for three days cannot smell like that; on the contrary, the smell should be repulsive.

The second day, Father Elias Zahlaoui gave me the Holy Eucharist. My mother was very angry because there were a lot of people in the room, including two priests. My mother told the priests ‘that for a day and a half her eyes have been wide open and staring at the ceiling, and I asked my daughter to sleep, but she didn't sleep’. I heard what was being said in the room and I laughed. I don't want to sleep so as not to lose a single precious moment of what I'm experiencing, and my mother retorted, "God doesn't want that, close your eyes, rest a little, and sleep!" But I couldn't sleep. Suddenly, I felt a hand close my eyes. I said to my mother again: "But take your hands off my face!" I was surprised to learn later that it wasn't her hand closing my eyes. I slept for about half an hour. My mother (Noha) told me later that she hadn't touched me, but I felt a hand closing my eyes. I told my mother that ‘the Virgin Mary wanted to remind you that She too is a Mother caring for Her child and that She fears for me as much as you do’, and with that, I slept.

On the third day, Father Elias Zahlaoui gave me the Holy Eucharist, but I sensed that I had received it twice. After reciting the preparatory prayers for communion, as the priest approached me in order to give me the Eucharist, I told him I have already received communion! Father calmly replies But I haven't given you communion and I replied You're going to drive me crazy!

He calmly asked me: How was the host you received?

I replied: It was rounded, and I swallowed it without chewing.

He then said It doesn't matter, I'll give you communion.

As soon as I received the communion, a powerful scent of roses wafted through the room.

Around eleven o'clock in the morning, I suddenly felt the urge to vomit, and immediately I vomited, unable to hold it in—and I vomited a very pleasant-smelling oil. Everyone in the room witnessed it. They collected this oil on swabs of cotton. I vomited that same sweet-smelling oil again in the afternoon, and the third time was a little before midnight, and at that same moment I regained my sight, vomiting more oil. I saw my bed and my chest of drawers. I curled up on my bed, and when I raised my head, I realized that my sight has recovered and the first person I saw was my ecstatic mother. We embraced each other and I searched for my husband Nicolas, and I embraced him also.

An indescribable joy reigned in the room.

We began to sing the hymn of the ‘Resurrection of Our Lord’.

The deacon who was present for three days took the Bible and read the passage about Saint Paul's sight recovery. During these three days of fasting, my face was radiant, my complexion had changed; it had become pinkish. Slowly, I regained my usual yellowish complexion. My family waited for midnight so I could eat and have some hot soup.

The doctors who examined my eyes during this period said that the retina was constricted, so I was seeing a brighter light than the ambient light.

I think those were the most beautiful days I've ever experienced. More beautiful than the apparitions, more beautiful than the ecstasies, more beautiful than the stigmata... I saw nothing but light. I did not see Our Lord Jesus Christ nor the Virgin Mary during those three days, but I also saw this same light during Holy Week in 2004, when Jesus appeared (I don't consider it an ecstasy) in my room. My vision took a long time to recover; almost a week. It was as if there was a screen or a veil in front of my eyes.

During these three days of this deviation of my vision, I saw only holy objects, holy images, and the rosary. I did not react to non-religious objects. I would see a light emanating from the shape of the religious object… a light even stronger than the light in which I was bathed. Father Joseph Malouli would take a rosary and move it before my eyes. I could follow its path based on its refracted light. He would ask me “what do you see?” and I would reply “I see something moving but I don’t know what it is.” I was shown an icon of the Virgin Mary and without knowing it, my fingers automatically went towards Her Eyes!

Let us not forget Jesus’ Message given on November 26th, 2001 regarding the Sacrament of the Eucharist :

My Children, I am giving myself to you.

The acts of adoration, meditation, thanksgiving and spiritual guidance rejoice Me.

These, however, can only be perfected when you are united at the Altar.

I am giving you My Body and My Blood as a token of My faithfulness and My love.

Accept from Me this sacrament with trust and faith, for it will comfort you, grant you strength and wisdom and promote the growth of grace in you....

Prove your love to Me, because through love I walk at your side and through the sacraments I unite Myself to you.