The Blessed Mother had been shedding tears and tears of blood
since October 13, 1989. At around 9:40 p.m. today, the Feast of
Christ the King, she wept so much.
My pains began soon after 11 p.m. I prayed fervently that I could
endure them. First, I had pains in my chest and felt as if it
was going to burst, followed by pains of the crown of thorns and
nailing of the hands and feet. My helpers carried me from the
Chapel to my room. I wanted to receive pains alone and asked them
to return home. But, as I was struggling with intense pains, they
stayed and had a hard time holding me.
Because of so much pain in my chest, blood was coming up to my
throat. While I was struggling with pains, one of the toe nails
on my left foot came off. At that moment, the Blessed Mother began
speaking.
Daughter! My chest is hurting so much because of many children
who live in sins. My chest is burning so much that blood is
coming up to my throat. Many souls will convert, because you
offer your sufferings well. Sacrifices are necessary, because
my burning Immaculate Heart does not want sinners to die, but
to amend their lives. Events that no one can even imagine are
waiting for you. But my Immaculate Heart is comforted by the
prayers of the obedient children, the pains and hidden agonies
of the innocent children, and the tears and earnest pleas of
yourself who has become a living sacrifice.
Deeply sorrowful lamentations, silent prayers, and crying out
to Heaven because of betrayals, ingratitude and enormously heavy
pressures; the pains of death experienced by my Divine Son for
the salvation of the whole human race . . . your participation
in these pains will bring about the conversion of many sinners.
Therefore, do not be troubled, but carry the cross further.
My daughter!
My dear daughter who finds joy in receiving pains. Think of
my urgent calls to the world and become like me.
How can the worldly people understand that the agonies befallen
on you are coming from the Lord's love? You must tell people
that holy virtues cannot be attained without going through the
cross. Also tell them that, only through numerous sacrifices,
will the messages of my love spread to the entire world and
guide all the people and peace of mind be achieved.
Nothing can be achieved without sacrifices. The road to Heaven
is difficult. But know that there are joyful relaxing places
there.
I also experienced the same kind of weaknesses that you have
and my human nature went through terrifying pains. That is why
I love and nurture you who are so poor.
My daughter! I could make you perfect, but I want you to walk
the way of a humble and little person and to confess to God
always as an unworthy sinner. Be more faithful to your duties
of love.
All of you must know well that the refuge in my bosom is always
ready for the souls who have been lost but are turning themselves
to me.
Since I chose you for the conversion of many souls, do not
worry, and walk the little person's way of love?more humbly
and straightforward.
The gate to Heaven is small and, therefore, little children
enter it. For this reason, little souls must unite with each
other more solidly and follow me in order to save the world.
The numerous souls who have brought about an imbalance in the
universe because of their excessive pride will convert and world
peace will be achieved through my fervent calls and tears and
through the prayers, sacrifices and reparations by the little
souls.
Thus, the walls of East Germany collapsed, the pagans will
repent, the atheists will return, the Communist countries will
convert, the barbed wires between South and North Korea will
be cut, the devils will collapse, and a terrestrial paradise
will be established on this earth. But if you do not accept
my words and reject the Lord, the world will become seas of
fire and perish through the Third World War.
The God of Love can also be a God of wrath. Pray harder and
offer sufferings.
The sounds of this world become inaudible to me during my suffering.
But I can hear the voice of the Blessed Mother despite the pains.
The pains were too severe and my throat was too dry. It was
hard to say anything, but I finished the prayers with a song,
"Lord, glory and praise to you . . ." and the Glory
Be.
How could I spare my life, if these pains give even the smallest
comfort to Jesus and the Blessed Mother? Glory be to the Lord
and let this unworthy sinner give unending thanks to Thee. Amen.