Thank you, my daughter for waking up to converse with me, your Jesus Christ.
My Petal, you are trembling, trembling. You do know the sign when I call you, as my heart is pouncing, trembling. I need you to appease my heart. Yes, you were fixing your eyes upon my heart. I was alive for you as my heart was coming alive – yes, my hand was closer to my pierced heart.
Today, my child, there is a huge happening, turmoil, disaster upon this world. The hand of God is upon this disaster. I desire you to pray now the prayers of the big disasters. My Petal, I do not want to punish my children, but my children still have scales on their eyes. They don’t want to transform their hearts, hardened hearts.
Today is Palm Sunday. In Jerusalem, my children received me with palms, joy, trumpets, following me on the streets. They were in so much joy, walking with me. Then, in a week, they crucified me on the cross. I underwent a heavy cross on my shoulders. They denied me. They gave me to Pontius Pilate. I was judged like a criminal for sins that I never committed.
Know, my Petal, today my children are crucifying their Jesus of Nazareth worse than at that time, that week. This is my pain. I tremble, tremble, as I see my sacrifice has been in vain. Oh, I cry, I cry, weep for my children’s conversions for them not to suffer in eternity. Pray, pray my Petal. I need you at this hour. I will wake you up early for you to come to my Mass, my holy sacrifice where I give myself eternally for each one of you.
My Petal, there are many disasters coming upon this world, but with my children’s prayers, with me, nothing is impossible to placate the impact of these natural disasters.
My child, you are in some pain about my daughter Albina, your loved one, sister in Jesus Christ, your soul mate. Oh my daughter’s excruciating pains! I do hear you and some of my children’s pleas, prayers for my daughter.
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I bless you, your loved ones. I give you my peace, my peace I give you, your loved ones and all my children. Amen.