✞ The evils of pride.
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.