The Purgatory

 

The Purgatory

March 31, 1997

A huge, long corridor, the smell of the dead and the afterlife. It was wet and dirty everywhere. My soul was barely white in the middle of that dirt. I appeared in front of giant doors. They were tightly closed, and their look reminded of a grave. At the top above the doors was a stone tablet hanging, something was written on it. I was pulled inside. For the first time in my stay in the afterlife I got scared. I wanted to go back.

I saw huge stairs which were leading down. It was dirty everywhere, with blood mixed with pieces of meat. It was very hard to breathe, unstoppable stench. A black abyss that separates man from the world and God. Groaning, crying, and screaming people overfilled this silence. When I went lower, I saw their souls. They could be divided into three groups: first – souls blacker than darkness that was all around; second group – as dark as the darkness; third group – could be distinguished from the dark by their light.

Independent of the state of soul, the sufferings were all the same. It was as if all their being was on fire. The Purgatory was like a multistory building with countless rooms. There were millions of souls. Some souls were rushing to me. Their eyes were so terrible and in pain, as if filled with blood, that it was impossible to look at them. I heard voices, male and female. The souls did not talk or touch each other. When I went down the stairs even lower, I saw that souls were losing consciousness from pain, their bodies writhed in deathly convulsions, but no one died.

Many of the souls were unconscious from the pain and only a couple in whose eyes was glowing peace and great pleasure. In this moment, this soul was glowing with light and was all covered in light, which covered it from the dirt, fire, suffering. At that moment prayers and services of God were going on for these souls on Earth. That is what clothed souls in armor of light. But such state did not last long, the light disappeared and the soul returned to previous suffering.

On the very bottom of the purgatory, I heard the voice of Jesus, who was crying and talking to everyone who was there. This voice was echoing, it was so painful that sometimes it felt that you are becoming insane. From this voice you wanted to cry and never sin again.

I heard ringing of bells and saw Jesus. On His body where there were wounds, the skin become clean. Souls were coming towards me. They were glowing with bright light. It seemed that they were about to fall, very exhausted. Souls were bent over and looked unfortunate.

I saw stone doors which opened with thunder. Light appeared for the first time from my stay there, where there was darkness. This light like a powerful pump pulled me and these light souls outside. When I looked around, I saw a huge abyss from which came fire, behind it were huge stone doors on which the instruments of murder of Jesus were carved.

I was happy when I appeared outside the Purgatory.

“Pray a lot child, while there is still time. Because prayer of a child is dear to God. Next time you will see Hell. Amen.”

This blood is the fragrance of your souls

 This blood is the fragrance of your souls

March 30, 1997

I felt a heavy breath that came from a large black wooden Cross. The Cross was covered in blood. When I looked up, I saw Jesus, Who was looking at me. His look was in a lot of pain, and on the face was a gentle smile. From the Cross He stretched His wounded hand to me. Blood dripped from it to the ground.

“See, this blood pours out of My most holy wounds because of your sins. It is impossible to count these drops of blood, whole rivers poured out. This blood purifies you from sins. It is the key to your eternal life. This blood does not dry up. It lives in your hearts, when you accept it in the mystery of Eucharist.

I want to remind all My brothers and sisters – do not despise it, because it is I. It becomes an imprint of My face in every soul and it often happens that this imprint is tainted with sins, debauchery, laziness, indifference, murder, sacrifice.

I want My image to live in your soul forever. I want My image to live in the souls of My brothers and sisters, to be clean of sins. Sin – is the veil of Heaven. Repentance – is Veronica’s piece of cloth. With each repentance it cleans My face from your sins. Pray sister, pray a lot, repent, sacrifice, because soon I will come to this sinful world. And I want you to be at My right hand. I want you to love Me, not crucify. Because will come time when you will be crucified with your sins. Time of repentance and sacrifice will come. The Warning will come that will open Heaven, mind, and soul of each person. Pray…”

Jesus stretched His hand for a kiss, on which was a large scary wound, a wonderful smell emanated from it and He disappeared. I heard the voice: “This blood is the fragrance of your souls.”

…I appeared near an unusual field. Instead of grass the ground was covered in giant sharpened nails, on the tips of which was blood. Among this bloody field I saw people who slept, their souls were black from sins.

I saw little Jesus who walked on this field and woke up sinners. His feet were wounded. With every step tens of nails pierced his feet, but He kept going touching these people to wake them up. I saw little candles which were moving towards the center of this field. These candles were carried by people – these were children and adults, who prayed a lot, thought about the sufferings of the Lord, and made sacrifices for Him. They stepped on these nails although they pierced their feet through.

Heaven opened, ringing of bells was coming from everywhere. From Heaven came down millions of Angels. As Jesus saw the Angels, He came up to them and stretched out His arms as if He was asking for help. An Angel took Him in his arms and began to walk on those nails singing a prayer. Fresh blood began to cover His feet, but he kept praying and going forward. A little Angel gave me a lit candle and then went after Jesus. Everyone prayed again and again.

Grasping the candle I went forward. After a few steps I saw that I was near the people and Angels. The nails began to disappear and wounds to heal. I heard a voice that blessedly said: “I am resurrection and life. Who believes in Me even after having died will live forever. I am the living bread that comes from Heaven. Who consumes this bread will live forever.”

…I appeared on a path covered in spikes of thorns. At the end of this path, I saw Mary. Her hands were covered in blood. She cried with bloody tears and wove a wreath out of these thorns. By Her feet was a lot of broken thorn the quantity of which visibly increased. These thorns gift to Her people who fill their lives with sins of contempt for God. They gift them as a thanks for Her love to them.

“I want you to first of all understand each instrument of murder of the Lord. I want you to know that those are your sins that turn into nails, spears, or a wreath of thorns for Jesus. I want you to cry a lot and pray over your downfalls into sins. I want you to understand the price of blood shed over you. This is necessary for you to enter the Kingdom of God. I want people to know about the sufferings of My Son. I want the lost souls to return to their herd. So that it may be as it is written: “One herd under the guidance of one Pastor. Amen.””