Stigmata (singular stigma) is a term used by members of the Christian faith to describe body marks, sores, or sensations of pain in locations corresponding to the crucifixion wounds of the biblical figure Jesus Christ, such as the hands, wrists, and feet. An individual bearing the wounds of Stigmata is referred to as a Stigmatist or a Stigmatic.
The term originates from the line at the end of Saint Paul's Letter to the Galatians where he says, "I bear on my body the marks of Jesus." Stigmata is the plural of the Greek word στίγμα stigma, meaning a mark, tattoo, or brand such as might have been used for identification of an animal or slave.
Stigmata are primarily associated with the Roman Catholic faith. Many reported stigmatics are members of Catholic religious orders. St. Francis of Assisi was the first recorded stigmatic in Christian history. For over fifty years, St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcina of the Order of Friars Minor Capuchin reported stigmata which were studied by several 20th-century physicians.
Stigmata, bodily marks, sores, or sensations of pain in locations corresponding to the crucifixion wounds of Jesus
Stigmata may also refer to:
Stigmata is a German record label.
Founded in 1999, as the underground offspring of studio partners Chris Liebing and André Walter, their legendary Stigmata series has become a unique and widespread driving force in the global techno scene.
Where there is shelter, lies no pain
Blood stained tears are all that you possess
Dark dreams are pinned inside,
Feel your soul is crucified,
Subversive to this torture,
I travel to the wasteland in your mind
They took away everything
They took away the lonely ghost in you
They raped your innocence
Burnt your faith left you in a wilderness of endless pain
They demean you, they control your dissension
They block you like a shadow on your path
They tore your wings apart, the thorns are wrapped around
your heart
They left you tattered, broken down and paralysed
They took away everything
They took away the lonely ghost in you
They raped your innocence
Burnt your faith left you in a wilderness of endless pain
Trapped in a labyrinth of memories,
I see the misery in your eyes,
You endure the shifting winds of sorrow,
You incinerated under dying starlight… No one heard your