I had been unable to transmute this vile brew into blood, for it was not wine, and wine alone is changed into the blood of Jesus Christ.

Therefore all my consecrations were invalid, and unknown to us, my faithful and myself had for forty years been deprived of the sacrament and were in fact in a state of excommunication.

This revelation threw me into a stupor which overwhelms me even to-day in this abode of bliss.

I go all through Paradise without ever meeting a single one of those Christians whom formerly I admitted to the holy table in the basilica of the blessed Modestus.

Deprived of the bread of angels, they easily gave way to the most abominable vices, and they have all gone to hell.