I Come to Gather My Army

I saw Mother: she was dressed in white, on her head was the crown of twelve stars and a blue mantle that also covered her shoulders and went down to her feet, on which she was wearing simple sandals. In her right hand Mother had a staff with a curved tip and in her left a long Holy Rosary made of light. On Mother’s left was St. Michael the Archangel wearing armor and with a spear in his hands, like a great warrior, and at his side were St. Gabriel the Archangel and St. Raphael the Archangel. On Mother’s right were many saints, and behind and around her were a myriad of angels singing. Praised be Jesus Christ…

Behold, children, I come to gather my army: an army to fight against evil. Beloved children, say your “yes” loudly, say it with love and determination, without looking back, without ifs or buts: say it with a heart filled with love. My children, let the Holy Spirit inundate you; let Him mold you into new creatures. My children, these are hard times — times for silence and prayer. My children, I am beside you, I listen to your sighs and wipe your tears; in times of sorrow, of trial, of weeping, clasp the Holy Rosary with greater force and pray. My children, in moments of sorrow, run to church: there my Son awaits you, alive and true, and He will give you strength. My children, I love you; pray children, pray.
Now I give you my holy blessing… Thank you for hastening to me.