Thank you, my child Fernanda, for waking up and conversing with me, your Jesus Christ. My little one, I, your Jesus, I am here to converse with you. My little one, I, your Jesus, I am here with you to convey this, my message, for you to spread, to proclaim the desires of my heart.

My child, my children, don’t comprehend how I thirst for the salvation of each one of them. Yes, I thirst to save all my children from damnation of sin, from Gehenna. Oh, my children take everything for granted in this world. My love, my sacrifice upon the cross was pure, sincere love, unconditional love to save each one of them, but my children turn away from me. I open my heart to each one of them. My heart bleeds for their salvation. My heart burns like a flame, it’s a flame of love, so is my Beloved Mother’s Immaculate Heart, it’s a flame of love, oh chama do amor [1]. But my children, they are so tepid, their souls are lukewarm. I touch them with my love, but my children don’t even feel it. Oh, it’s not earthly fire, but heavenly fire.

My children ignore my pain. My pains are intolerable because it’s a pain seeking my children’s love for me. Oh, I never force anyone to love me, but my desire is for each one of them to love as I love them. My love upon the cross, my crucifixion, was for my children. Oh, I say, I repeat these words many times, but my children read or hear them, but they do not penetrate their hardened hearts. My children are like a dry river, a dry place, but I, your Jesus, I give them my love [that is] bestowed on each one of them. Oh, I wait and wait patiently for that river to one day be full of my love.

Yes, as my son priest Father Jorge Tadeu was saying to my children tonight: I come, I give each one of them many gifts. I invite each one of them. I give my invitation to each one of them. Oh, but few accept my invitation to serve me. Each one of them has an invitation to serve me, a choice to help me to bring my sheep, my flock to my heart. Oh my children then say, “Oh, too much work, too much time,” then they make their own choices. I wait and am so glad for my children to accept my invitation. Yes, my children, I need each one of you to be my apostles, my servants, my messengers, visionaries, and [for] many other chores. Oh, my harvest is huge, but the workers are few. The reason: my children don’t attend to my call.

I, your Jesus, I say thank you for being [here] at this hour with me. Yes, my child, it’s 3:00am, time of my mercy – you must pray now for the moribunds of this hour, this day, for the conversions of sinners, for the ones who are committing barbaric murders of my innocent children, beheading them. Pray for the sinners, for their salvation, for peace all over this world. O, mundo em guerra [2] is very painful. Pray to stop the war. Continue to pray to stop abortion. My child, [pray] for this chaotic world. Amen.

I love you, my child and all my children all over the world. Amen. I give you my love, my peace upon you, all your loved ones and all my children. Amen.

[Fernanda] ♥♥♥♥♥♥ My loving Jesus, my spouse, my unique love, my only love. Oh my Jesus, let me love you more and more. I don’t want to lose the succour of heaven. Sua bênção [3]. I love you, Jesus, meu amor querido [4] xxx.