Word from the Webmaster: Apparently I had missed this message some month's back (pointed out by one of our wonderful readers... thank you MB). Although it is several month's old, I felt that it was important enough to post it. God bless.
This morning when I was praying, the angel appeared and said, “I am the angel of the Lord. He sent me to tell you to come with Me. He wants to see you and to talk to you, and you must obey me.”
Suddenly, we found ourselves in a Heavenly Garden. The angel said, “The Blessed Mother is waiting for you.” As he said this he pointed in the direction of our Blessed Mother.
I practically ran to Holy Mary. She was sitting on a beautiful bench and smiling. I was so happy to see Her. We embraced, and Blessed Mother said, “It has been a while since we
last met here.” She was dressed all in white and wearing no mantle. She was all glowing in an intense light that reflected onto her hair displaying a beautiful shine and brilliance, as Mary is so holy and so pure.
She said, “I was waiting for you. Let us go and see my Son Jesus. He wants to talk to you.”
We both walked to this beautiful building not far from where we met. We entered, and inside a room I could see a group of people, young saintly looking ladies. The Blessed Mother introduced me to this group and we said hello to each other.
Not long after, the door that we had just come through opened, and our Lord entered. We were all very happy in His holy presence. At first, He talked a little to the group of saintly women. At that time our Blessed Mother departed.
Lord Jesus said, “I have some writing to do.”
In this place, I could see a very long wooden table with chairs all around it. Then I noticed on a wall, opposite the table, a little wooden cabinet with pointed double doors. It was rather longish looking. I watched our Lord as he opened the cabinet doors. It was all very unusual. Inside the cabinet it was all glowing in golden light. Our Lord held quite a few pages of loose paper in His Holy hands. I was watching Him shuffle the paper, and on each of the pages, I could see quite a few designs, some very colourful.
He was sorting them, and as He was doing this, I noticed on each page different images. On one, I saw a cross, while some had pictures of nature. I didn’t want to be too curious as it was not good manners.
I watched as He placed the papers standing them upright, into the cabinet. With a blue pen held in His right Hand, He began writing wherever there was empty space on the pages. Our Lord has beautiful handwriting. I was looking, but again, I didn’t want to be curious about what He was writing. There were quite a lot of pages. I didn’t want to let our Lord know that I was watching Him because I didn’t know for whom He was writing it. I felt His writing was private and therefore I didn’t want to look like I was curious.
After He finished writing, He sat down, but the paper remained in the cabinet with the doors wide open.
He sat down on a chair and stretched out His legs as though He was relaxing but I could see that He was very, very, sad.
He started to talk and to lament to this group and to myself (we were all standing together). Our Lord said, “I Am a poor beggar, a very poor beggar that people reject, and not many want Me. I thought that this virus, which is now happening in the world, will change humanity, but their hearts remain icy cold towards Me.”
Then, with sadness, our Lord said, “I don’t come much to visit earth anymore.”
I thought, maybe because of this virus, He no longer comes to earth.
He continued, “Only sometimes I come to see My special friends that love Me.”
I was so sad to hear all of this, that my heart was broken that the Lord is so sad. The sadness on His face touched my heart so deeply.
In me, I was thinking, ‘How can I make our Lord feel better for all of this. I know what I will do. I will buy Him some socks for His Holy Feet to keep Him warm. The best quality there is in the world, and I will give Him fifty dollars, a little gift, because I love Him so much.’
Deep in my heart, I felt that I want to console Him.
Then our Lord stood up from where He was sitting and relaxing. He placed His arm around my shoulders and said, “Let’s go to another room.”
As we were walking together, the ladies also followed, I was thinking, ‘How am I going to ask Him what size are His Feet?’
And then this courage came to me.
I asked, “Lord, what size shoes do You wear?”
Without any change of expression on His Face, He immediately responded, “Three to six!”
But I was thinking to myself, ‘His feet are much longer than that. He is at least a size eleven to twelve.’
We then all came back to the Heavenly Garden with our Lord. He left us there and He turned and went back to the room from which we came. The ladies proceeded in another direction while I walked towards my angel who was waiting for me outside.
I thought, ‘This is the time for me to go, to depart Heaven.’
Suddenly a saintly lady called out my name. She was not one of the ladies I had just met. She was more mature looking than the others.
She said, “Valentina! Valentina, wait! This is the writing that He was handwriting. It is for you. Our Lord Jesus was writing it for you. Take it!”
I took the paper, which was like a scroll, quite a lot of it. I took it and pressed it against my chest and said, “Lord, I will cherish this as long as I live and beyond, and I will always thank You for all the teachings and the writing that You give me. I love You so much.”
I suddenly found myself back home where I was praying.
My spirit was still highly present with my experiences in Heaven, and it is such a reality. I dwelt on the Lord and how sad He is. I was thinking, ‘Oh My Lord, I was even asking Him for the size of His shoes. What was He thinking of me? I was imagining.’
As my thoughts were deeply still in Heaven, suddenly Blessed Mother Most Holy appeared. She was smiling.
She said, “I come to explain to you what My Son Jesus said to you when He gave you some writing, when you asked Him for the size of His shoes, and He responded to you ‘three to six.’
That means that from three to six years, many things will occur and happen in the world. Tell my children to pray and to repent of their many sins that offend my Son Jesus so much.”
She smiled and said, “I must tell you, and when we challenge you, how innocent you are. You are really something, how childlike is your heart, so deeply you take all you see and hear from us, and you would love to console my Son and make Him feel better. No wonder He loves you so immensely.”
“You are like a little child that wants to do anything for the Father to make Him feel better. I wish all my children on earth would be like this and console My Son Jesus because He is so gravely offended.”
As she said this, her face suddenly changed to one of sadness. Then She departed.
If you want to console our Lord, be like a child. Talk to Him and love Him, and in that way, you will console Him.