My dearest, what do you hope for?

 

My dearest, what do you hope for?

May 25, 1999

 

       Temple, near an altar prayed Jesus. His head was covered, and bloody sweat dripped from His forehead.

       “Holidays pass, winter changes to spring, time is running without stopping. A black cloud that will bring ash is approaching the earth, but nobody cares. Why do you pray so little for repentance of sinners? Do you consider yourselves saved? Dearest, what do you hope for? Do you consider the Warning a horrible fairy tale?

       I want you to know that any prayer, especially prayers that are sacrificed – are incredibly great and helpful.

       Today I came, because I have a mission for you, a favor and a faraway dream, that you will complete it.” In a moment I smelled mold, I saw a gray space, filled with dirty fog. In another moment heard crying, a lot of crying, groaning, and shouting, but the hardest was to listen to the cries of newborns.

       A mass of souls wandered in this dirty area, searching for something. I felt that I do not feel God. I felt emptiness in heart, pain and coldness. Then, I felt a wild longing for the love of God. Every second, this feeling become greater. And I myself, started wandering in this strange space, looking for love. I head the voice of Jesus: “These are unbaptized children. They spend here eternity until they receive a blessed baptism.

       For some reason you consider dead like a forgotten history, especially unborn children. But they are alive, they are, even in the other world they need love and grace, peace and tranquility.

       Now remember, that everything in the world is vanity, except one thing, to love God. And I love you all.”