✞ The will of the soul abandoned to the Divine Will is opium for Jesus. Through abandonment, she becomes like another Humanity of Jesus. When earthly things render the air of the soul unbreathable, Jesus sends her the winds of adversities.
I saw Mother grieving, dressed in dark grey, with a golden belt around her waist and on her chest a heart crowned with thorns. On her head was the crown of twelve stars and a veil between dark gray and light black that also covered her shoulders. Beneath Mother’s feet were the half-moon and the serpent. Mother had her hands clasped in prayer and between them was a long holy rosary made of light. May Jesus Christ be praised…
My dear children, my heart is torn and my soul is sad unto death; my beloved Jesus gave His life for each of you; He died, and in dying He defeated death. My children, adore my beloved Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament of the Altar. My children, pray, love.
Children, once again I ask you to stop chattering and murmuring, to be silent and to pray. Children, adore my beloved Jesus — He dies on the cross for each of you in order to save you.
Now I give you my holy blessing. Thank you for having hastened to me.