I saw Mother; she had a white veil on her head and a crown of twelve stars, a blue mantle on her shoulders that went down to her bare feet that were placed on the world. Mother’s dress was white and around her waist was a golden belt. In her hands Mother was holding a casket and the holy rosary. On Mother’s left was St. Michael the Archangel, like a great leader with armor and a sword in his right hand. May Jesus Christ be praised…
Here I am, children: I come to you to gather my army — an army that fights against evil, my army ready with the Holy Rosary in its hands. For there is no weapon against evil stronger than prayer; my army that knows how to pause on its knees before the Blessed Sacrament of the Altar; my army that knows how to love and forgive; my army that knows how to pray without ceasing, without tiring, that offers everything to the Lord. My children, if you want to be part of my army, say your “yes” with strength and conviction, take the Rosary in your hands and pray. My beloved children, do not fear, I am with you.
While Mother was saying this, I had a vision: I saw Italy torn apart, divided in two and shaken by strong tremors. I saw warships in the Mediterranean and tanks in St. Peter’s Square. Then Mother resumed.
My children, do not fear: I am with you and, in the end, My Immaculate Heart will triumph. My children, I love you and I come to lead you to Christ. I guide you, I hold your hands and carry those with the greatest trials in my arms. Please, children, let me carry you like children in their mother’s arms. Please, children, let yourselves be loved. I am with you always, my children; I listen to you and await you with open arms. Come to me, my children, and I will lead you to Christ. I love you children, I love you. Now I give you my holy blessing. Thank you for hastening to me.