What I witnessed on October 31st, 2024, Halloween night, will forever change how I understand the power of my son’s intercession.
My name is Antonia Salzano. I am 54 years old and I am the mother of blessed Carlo Audis.
For 18 years since Carlo died on October 12th, 2006 at the age of 15 from acute leukemia, I have been sharing his legacy and documenting the miracles that continue to happen through his intercession.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, had prepared me for what I would witness that night in Aisi when a Roman Satanist leader came to Carlo’s tomb with the intention of publicly mocking his sanctity and ended up experiencing the most dramatic conversion I have ever seen.
The man who arrived that night was Damiano Ferretti, a 34year-old who called himself the master of darkness.
For months, he had been producing disturbing online content, specifically mocking young Catholic saints, profaining religious images, and publicly challenging what he called the impotence of God through blasphemous rituals that attracted thousands of followers on digital platforms.
Carlo Audis had become a special target of his attacks. Damiano would mock the fact that a privileged teenager who played with computers was considered a saint, ridiculed his devotion to the Eucharist as infantile superstition, and constantly challenged Carlo to manifest himself if he truly had supernatural power.
But what happened that Halloween night revealed a truth about the battle between good and evil that goes far beyond anything I could have imagined about my son’s continued mission from heaven.
Let me tell you exactly what I witnessed because this story needs to be told in all its stunning detail.
In early October 2024, disturbing videos began circulating on social media. Damiano Feredi who had built a following of over 180,000 subscribers on various platforms was launching what he called Operation Mockery a systematic campaign to ridicule Catholic saints particularly young ones like Carlo Audis Santerez of Liu and Sanjon of Ark.
His content was sophisticated and deliberately provocative. He would dress in black robes, surround himself with inverted crucifixes and satanic symbols, and deliver monologues that combined theological knowledge with blasphemous interpretations designed to shake the faith of young Catholics who might stumble upon his videos.
But Carlo had become his obsession. In video after video, Damiano would hold up photos of my son, pictures of Carlo at his computer, Carlo receiving communion, Carlo smiling with that joy that characterized his short but luminous life, and systematically mock everything he represented.
“Look at this kid,” he would say, his voice dripping with contempt. Born May 3rd, 1991 in London to wealthy parents.
Moved to Milan as a baby, died at 15 from leukemia on October 12th, 2006.
And now the church wants us to believe he’s a saint because he liked computers and went to mass every day.
Where were his miracles when he was dying in that hospital bed? Where was God’s power when this saint needed it most?
The videos were getting millions of views. Young people were commenting, some defending Carlo, others expressing doubt about their faith.
I was receiving messages from parents around the world worried about their children’s exposure to this content.
The situation was becoming a spiritual emergency. On October 20th, Damiano posted what he called his ultimate challenge.
The video showed him standing in front of a map of Italy, pointing directly at Aisi.
I’m going to prove once and for all that these so-called saints have no power, he declared.
On Halloween night, October 31st, I will go to the tomb of Carlo Audis in Aisi.
I will film myself mocking him directly at his burial site. If he’s really a saint, if he really has power, let him stop me.
Let him manifest. Let him do something. The video ended with him burning a prayer card of Carlo while laughing maniacally.
When I saw that video, my first reaction was pure maternal rage. How dare someone threaten to desecrate the place where my son rests?
How dare they turn his tomb into a stage for blasphemy? I immediately contacted the authorities in Aisi, spoke with the guardians of the sanctuary, and considered every legal option available to prevent this sacrilege.
But that night, something extraordinary happened during my prayer time. As I knelt before Carlos image in our home in Milan, the same house where he had spent his last years, the same room where he had worked on his exhibitions about Eucharistic miracles.
I felt a peace that made no earthly sense. It wasn’t just calm. It was the kind of supernatural tranquility that I had learned to recognize as Carlo’s way of communicating with me from heaven.
During these 18 years of spreading his legacy, I had experienced this peace before major miracles, before important conversions, before moments when my son was orchestrating something beautiful from paradise.
As I prayed, I heard in my heart, not audibly, but with absolute clarity, what felt like Carlo’s voice.
Mama, don’t worry. This man thinks he’s coming to challenge me, but I’m inviting him to encounter love.
Trust me, the certainty was so strong that I made a decision that shocked everyone around me.
Instead of trying to prevent Damiano’s visit, I decided to be present in Aisi to witness whatever Carlo had planned.
On October 25th, I received a call from Father Francesco Patton, the guardian of the sanctuary of Santa Maria DeAngeli in Aisi, where Carlo’s body lies.
Senora Antonia, we’re deeply concerned about this Halloween incident. We’ve reinforced security, but were worried about possible disturbances.
Perhaps you should stay away that night. But the peace I had felt during prayer remained unshakable.
Father, I told him, if this man wants to challenge Carlo, I need to be present to witness what will happen.
My son is preparing something special. I arrived in Aisi on the afternoon of October 31st.
The city felt different that day. There was a spiritual tension in the air, as if heaven and hell were preparing for battle.
I went immediately to Carlos tomb, spending hours in prayer and preparation for whatever was to come.
The sanctuary was unusually quiet. Word of Damiano’s planned visit had spread, and many of the usual pilgrims had decided to stay away.
Only a few brave souls remained, mostly elderly Italian women who had been praying the rosary continuously since dawn.
Father Francesco showed me the security measures they had implemented. We can’t legally prevent him from entering the sanctuary, he explained.
But we have cameras everywhere, security personnel ready to intervene if things get out of hand, and we’ve contacted local police.
As evening approached, I positioned myself behind one of the large stone pillars in the sanctuary from where I could observe Carlos’s tomb while remaining hidden.
I had brought my own small camera, feeling somehow that I needed to document whatever was about to unfold.
At exactly 11:45 p.m., they arrived. Damiano Ferretti entered the sanctuary, followed by three companions, all dressed in black clothing adorned with satanic symbols.
He was taller than I had expected from his videos, about 6t tall, thin, with long, dark hair, and multiple piercings.
His presence seemed to carry a weight of darkness that made the very air feel heavy and oppressive.
He was carrying professional filming equipment and was clearly under the influence of alcohol or drugs.
His movements were exaggerated, his voice unnaturally loud in the sacred silence of the sanctuary.
His three companions, two men and one woman, all appearing to be in their 20s, moved like a pack, feeding off each other’s negative energy.
Here we are, Damiano announced to his camera, his voice echoing irreverently through the sacred space.
The tomb of the so-called blessed Carlo Akudis, a rich kid who was born on May 3rd, 1991 in London, moved to Milan as a baby and died of leukemia at 15 on October 12th, 2006.
Beatatified on October 10th, 2020 in this very city of Aisi. The church wants us to believe he’s a saint because he was good with computers and liked going to mass.
He approached Carlo’s tomb with deliberate disrespect, his boots echoing loudly on the stone floor.
Where is your power now, St. Carlo? Where is your famous intercession? I’m here to prove that you’re nothing but a dead teenager whose wealthy family bought him a place in Catholic folklore.
For the next 15 minutes, I watched in anguish as this man systematically mocked everything my son represented.
He ridiculed Carlo’s devotion to the Eucharist, calling it obsession with crackers and wine. He mocked his computer skills, saying, “Any kid today could build a better website than your precious exhibition of Eucharistic miracles.”
He blasphemed against the very idea of sanctity, against the church, against everything sacred. His companions encouraged him, laughing at his jokes, filming everything for what they clearly planned to be viral content that would damage faith and mock believers worldwide.
But I continued to feel that strange peace. Even as my heart broke watching my son’s memory being desecrated, I knew Carlo was preparing something extraordinary.
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At exactly 12:15 a.m. On November 1st, the feast of all saints, everything changed. Damiano was in the middle of a particularly vicious blasphemy when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
His face, which had been twisted with mockery and arrogance, suddenly shifted to confusion, then to something approaching terror.
“Do you guys see that?” He asked his companions, pointing toward Carlos’s tomb with a trembling finger.
“There’s a light. There’s a light coming from the tomb.” His three companions looked where he was pointing, but clearly saw nothing unusual.
“Damiano, there’s no light,” one of them said nervously. “You’re just drunk, man. Let’s finish this and get out of here.
But Damiano was backing away from the tomb, his whole body beginning to shake violently.
There’s someone there, he whispered, his voice now barely audible. There’s a boy. He’s wearing glasses.
He’s smiling at me. I watched from my hiding place as this man who had arrived radiating hatred and arrogance began to crumble before my eyes.
The transformation was so dramatic, so immediate that even his companions were becoming frightened. “He’s saying my name,” Damiano continued, tears now beginning to stream down his face.
“How does he know my name? He’s saying, Damiano, I’ve been waiting for you to come.”
His camera fell from his hands, clattering loudly on the stone floor. His companions rushed to his side, but he was becoming increasingly inconsolable.
He’s showing me things. Damiano sobbed. He’s showing me. Oh, God. He’s showing me everything I’ve done wrong.
Every person I’ve hurt, every soul I’ve led astray, every moment of darkness I’ve chosen over light.
What I witnessed next will remain burned in my memory forever. This man who had come to mock and blaspheme fell to his knees before my son’s tomb, not in mockery, but in complete spiritual collapse and surrender.
I’m sorry. He began to repeat over and over, his voice breaking with genuine anguish.
Carlo, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were real. I didn’t know love was real.
His three companions were now panicking. They tried to lift him to drag him away, but Damiano had become dead weight, completely consumed by what appeared to be a supernatural encounter, invisible to everyone else in the room.
He’s telling me about his life, Damiano continued through his tears. He’s showing me how he used his computer skills to create exhibitions about eukaristic miracles.
He’s showing me how he went to mass every single day. How he found joy in simple things.
How he chose love even when he was dying. For two full hours, I watched this extraordinary scene unfold.
Damiano remained on his knees before Carlos’s tomb, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, sometimes speaking in whispers to someone only he could see, sometimes sitting in what appeared to be profound contemplation.
His companions eventually gave up trying to move him and sat nearby, clearly shaken by what they were witnessing.
The woman in the group, who I later learned was his girlfriend, began crying herself, though she couldn’t see what Damiano was experiencing.
At around 1:30 a.m., I heard Damiano having what sounded like a conversation with Carlo, though I could only hear his side.
You forgive me even after everything I said about you, even after I tried to destroy faith in young people.
A long pause then. You’re saying that’s exactly why you chose me? Because you know what it’s like to reach young people through technology.
Another pause. You want me to use my platforms to share your message instead? To help people find the joy you found in the Eucharist?
The conversation continued for nearly an hour. Sometimes Damiano would nod. Sometimes he would ask questions.
Sometimes he would just listen in apparent amazement. At 2:30 a.m. Something shifted. Damiano slowly stood up, but he was clearly a completely different man than the one who had entered the sanctuary 3 hours earlier.
His face, which had been hardened by years of anger and rebellion, now showed a softness and vulnerability that was startling.
He approached Father Francesco, who had been observing the situation with security personnel from a respectful distance.
“Father,” Damiano said, his voice still shaky from emotion. “I need to confess. I need I need to come back to the church.
Carlo Carlo showed me who I really am and who I could become. The confession lasted until dawn.
Father Francesco later told me that in his 40 years of priesthood, he had never heard anything like what Damiano shared that morning.
It wasn’t just a list of sins. It was a complete examination of a soul that had been touched by supernatural grace and was now desperate to align itself with divine love.
When the confession ended, Damiano asked to be left alone with Carlos tomb for one final moment.
I watched as he knelt again, placed his hand on the marble, and whispered what looked like a promise or commitment.
As he prepared to leave, something remarkable happened. Damiano noticed me partially hidden behind the pillar.
Our eyes met, and without knowing who I was, he approached me. Senora,” he said, his voice still from crying.
“Were you here the whole time? Did you witness what happened?” When I told him I was Carlos’s mother, this grown man, this former Satanist leader, collapsed into my arms and wept like a child.
“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I’m so sorry for everything I said about your son.
He He saved me tonight. He saved my soul.” In that moment, I felt the full power of Carlo’s love and forgiveness flowing through me.
Instead of anger or resentment, I felt overwhelming compassion for this broken man who had just encountered the same love that had transformed my own life through my son’s example.
Carlo forgives you, I told him, holding him as he cried. And if Carlo forgives you, then I forgive you, too.
This is what he does. He finds the lost ones and brings them home. In the days following Halloween night, Damiano’s transformation became increasingly evident.
He immediately deleted all his satanic content across all platforms, over 500 videos that had accumulated millions of views.
In their place, he posted a single video, a 20inut testimony about his encounter with Carlo Audis.
The video went viral in a completely different way. Within a week, it had been shared by Catholic organizations around the world, translated into dozens of languages, and viewed by over 10 million people.
The comment section became a place of prayer and testimony as other people shared their own conversion stories.
But more importantly, the conversion was authentic and lasting. Damiano began attending daily mass, started working with a spiritual director, and entered an intensive program of catechizus to deepen his understanding of the Catholic faith he was returning to.
3 months later, on February 2nd, 2025, the feast of the presentation of the Lord, Damiano was formally received back into full communion with the Catholic Church in a special ceremony that took place at his request at Carlos tomb in Aisi.
I was present for that ceremony along with his girlfriend who had also begun her own journey toward the Catholic faith, his parents who had been estranged from him for years and dozens of young people who had been following his spiritual journey online.
Father Francesco celebrated the mass and in his homaly he spoke about the power of saints to continue their mission of evangelization from heaven.
Carlo Audis, he said, continues to be what he always was, a young person reaching other young people using modern means to share the ancient message of God’s love.
Today, almost 6 months after that Halloween night, Damiano leads what he calls the Carlo Audis Digital Mission, a ministry specifically focused on reaching young people who have been involved in occultism, Satanism, or other forms of spiritual darkness.
His approach is unique and incredibly effective. He uses the same digital platforms and technological sophistication that once spread darkness to now spread light.
But his message is always grounded in his personal testimony of encountering Carlo Acudis. I understand spiritual darkness, he tells the young people who contact him, because I lived in it for years.
But I also understand the incredible light that Carlo represents because I encountered it personally.
He didn’t come to condemn me. He came to show me that there is always a path back to love.
The results have been extraordinary. In the past 6 months, Damiano has documented over 200 conversions of young people who were involved in various forms of occultism.
His videos receive millions of views, but more importantly, they’re changing lives. He regularly collaborates with exorcists, with other conversion specialists, and with Catholic organizations that work with young people.
But his primary message is always the same. Carlo Akudis is alive in heaven and actively working to bring lost souls back to God.
What happened to Damiano has become a catalyst for many other supernatural interventions. Young people around the world have begun sharing testimonies of their own encounters with Carlo Audis.
Dreams, visions, inexplicable conversions that always seem to happen when they’re at their darkest moments.
A 19-year-old girl from Germany wrote to us about how she was planning suicide when she stumbled upon Damiano’s testimony video.
That night, she dreamed of Carlo, who showed her computer screens filled with all the lives she would touch if she chose to live.
Today she’s studying to become a youth minister. A 22-year-old man from Brazil deeply involved in drug trafficking was arrested and put in solitary confinement.
His cellmate had left behind a small prayer card of Carlo Acudis. After reading about Carlo’s life, this young man began praying for the first time in years.
He experienced what he describes as a supernatural peace that led him to cooperate with authorities and completely change his life.
The stories keep coming. Each one unique, each one supernatural, each one pointing to the same truth.
Carlo Audis continues his mission of bringing young people to Jesus Christ. As I reflect on that Halloween night and everything that has followed, I’m struck by the perfect justice and mercy of God’s plan.
Satan thought he could use Damiano to mock and diminish Carlo’s influence. Instead, God used Carlo to transform Damiano into one of his most powerful advocates.
This is exactly how my son always operated during his earthly life. When classmates mocked his faith, he won them over with his joy and authenticity.
When adults questioned whether a teenager could really understand deep spiritual truths, he let his work speak for itself.
When skeptics dismissed his devotion to the Eucharist as childish obsession, he documented miracle after miracle that proved God’s real presence in the sacrament.
Now from heaven, Carlo continues the same approach. He doesn’t fight darkness with force. He overwhelms it with love.
He doesn’t defend himself against attacks. He transforms attackers into defenders. I think about that night often about the moment when I saw Damiano’s face change from mockery to terror to wonder to complete surrender.
In that transformation, I witnessed the same power that has been working through my son’s intercession for 18 years.
The power to reach into the deepest darkness and call souls back to light. Carlo used to tell me, “Mama, the internet can be used for good or evil.
I want to use it to create a highway to heaven. Through Damiano’s conversion and new ministry, my son is creating exactly that, digital highways that lead young people away from darkness and toward the light of Christ.
What happened on Halloween night 2024 was not just about one man’s conversion. It was a sign for our times, a demonstration of hope for parents who worry about young people lost in spiritual darkness, and proof that no soul is beyond the reach of God’s mercy.
In our current world, where digital platforms often spread confusion, hatred, and spiritual poison, Carlo Acudis represents a different possibility.
He shows us that technology can be a tool for evangelization, that social media can spread holiness, and that young people can be powerful agents of spiritual transformation.
Every day I receive messages from parents around the world whose children have been touched by Carlo’s intercession.
Teens who have left behind destructive behaviors. Young adults who have returned to the sacraments.
Children who have discovered joy in their faith. All because they encountered the story of a 15-year-old boy who found perfect happiness in loving Jesus Christ.
The battle between good and evil continues in every generation. But Halloween night 2024 reminded me that goodness always has the final word.
Love is always more powerful than hatred. Light is always stronger than darkness. Carlo knew this during his earthly life, which is why he could face leukemia with such peace and joy.
He knew that death was not the end, but the beginning of an even greater mission.
That Halloween night in Aisi, watching a Satanist leader kneel in tears before my son’s tomb, I witnessed the continuing power of that mission.
My son is alive in heaven, and he’s still working to save souls. He’s still using his technological expertise to reach young people.
He’s still proving that sanctity is possible in any era, under any circumstances, for any person willing to say yes to God’s love.
That is the message I want to leave with everyone who hears this testimony. No matter how dark the world becomes, no matter how far someone has fallen, no matter how impossible redemption might seem, Carlo Audis is there, ready to reach out with the love of Christ and guide souls back home.
As Damiano said in his first video after his conversion, “I thought I was going to destroy Carlo’s reputation.
Instead, Carlo destroyed my hatred and rebuilt my heart. That’s what saints do. They don’t defend themselves.
They defend us from our own darkness. This Halloween night taught me that my son’s mission is far from over.
It’s just beginning. And every day, more young people around the world are discovering the same truth that Damiano discovered in that sanctuary in Aisi.
Carlo Akudis is real. His love is real. And his power to transform lives is real.
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For those who might doubt this testimony, I understand what I witnessed defies natural explanation and challenges our normal understanding of how the world works.
But I am Carlo’s mother and I have spent 18 years documenting the supernatural events that continue to happen through his intercession.
This story is just one among hundreds. All equally impossible. All equally true. My son taught me that miracles are not violations of natural law.
They are expressions of divine love that transcend human understanding. What happened to Damiano Ferretti?
That Halloween night was a miracle of conversion, a supernatural encounter that changed not just one life but hundreds of others through the ripple effect of authentic transformation.
As I finish sharing this testimony, I want to extend the same invitation that Carlo extended to Damiano from heaven.
The same invitation he extends to every young person who feels lost in darkness. Come closer.
Come and see. Come and experience the love that can transform any life. Heal any wound and overcome any evil.
Carlo is waiting not to condemn, but to embrace, not to judge, but to heal.
He understands what it’s like to be young in a difficult world. He knows the struggles, the doubts, the temptations that young people face today.
And he knows the incredible potential for holiness that exists in every human heart, no matter how deeply it might be buried under pain or rebellion.
This is his message, his mission, his gift to our world. The possibility of sanctity for everyone achieved not through perfection but through love.
Not through isolation but through connection, not through fear but through joy. May his intercession continue to transform lives.
May his example continue to inspire young people. And may his love continue to prove that even in the darkest moments, God’s mercy can create the most beautiful miracles.
