[Fernanda] Meu Deus [1], my Jesus, I adore you, I love you. I believe in my Jesus. I trust in my Lord. Thank you for everything. Sorry, my Jesus, I fell asleep. I couldn’t open my eyes. Thank you, Jesus and my dear Mother, for your patience with me.

Jesus Christ

My daughter, I thank you for coming and sitting with me and my Beloved Mother. My child, do not worry about falling asleep because I permitted it, I allowed you to sleep in my arms – [just by] being here, you kept my Mother and me company. Your will, your desire not to leave us alone brings great joy to my heart and my Mother’s. I say again, don’t feel guilty. I thank you for coming.

My daughter, first, I want to converse with you about yesterday morning – 18/04/2010 – at Mass with all my children. My daughter, servant, Sister Gutina, I was very pleased with that love. I was very pleased to see our son, our daughter and our grandson attending my Mass. You see, my child, what prayers can do. My child, keep praying for the conversions of sinners, for the nonbelievers, for the lukewarm souls.

My daughter, again tonight, at the healing Mass it was so soothing to my heart and my Blessed Mother’s. The singing and praising, my child, are a balm to my pierced heart and my Beloved Mother’s. My beloved chosen son priest, Father Richard, I bless him for the way he is towards my children. He feels, loves my beloved Holy Body and Blood. He touches my astray, lost, sheep, flock [to bring them] back on track for them to find their way home to my house. He infills my lambs with the Holy Spirit. My child, pray, pray for more holy priests, vocations. I need my beloved sons [in the] holy sanctity of priesthood, oh, for my temples. My Church needs a lot of reparation. Oh, pray for our holy pope, all the clergy, priests. Tell my children that instead of wasting time criticising them, they must pray and love my beloved pope, my beloved priests. I am their judge. I don’t accept criticism and judgement of my beloved priests. My child, my heart and my Beloved Mother’s hearts ache very much because of this atrocity of accusing my son priests. I, their Jesus, have given them special authority over my lambs, my flock, rebanho [2], my children. My child, my humble servant, I ask you to relay my message to my children. Do not fear, don’t keep it to yourself. My child, my lukewarm souls have to know about this.

Thank you, my child, my little one, my messenger. Thank you for your time to sit here in the shrine to keep me company and to converse with me and my Mother at this moment – it’s much appreciated in our hearts.

My daughter, my precious Mother, she is looking at you, waiting to converse with you, her daughter.

Mother Mary

My little one, my Son’s Andorinha [3], I am your Mother Mary, the Mother of your Jesus.

My daughter, thank you for adoring and loving my Son Jesus Christ. Yes, my daughter, look at me now.

[Fernanda writes] I was fixing my eyes on my dear Mother for a while [4]. She was saying, “My child, cast your eyes on me. I will manifest to you.” My Mother, it was like she was moving, it was beautiful.

My daughter, you are not imagining things. Every time you look at me, I let the wind blow softly on me. My daughter, thank you.

You are tired. I said to you before that you need more rest. You need your sleep to be restored, for you to be able to sit with me and my Son. My daughter, you have so much to do for my Son. Your mission is now in recess, waiting for you now. My daughter, you are still doubting it, especially when you are amongst my other lay people, doubting your gifts. My child, you have so much to do for my Son – yes, my child, my children, they’re not going to believe what a [big] mission, task, has been given to you.

My child, my Son chooses simple, honest children. He doesn’t choose big diplomas, huge certificates. The diplomas, certificates, they come from the heart – sincere, pure hearts, seen only by my Son, the Father, the Holy Spirit and me. We look for love and care towards my children, love of my Son, adoring of my Son. That’s how my Son chooses his warriors, his messengers. My child, thank you for the love and patience. The way you are sitting uncomfortably writing his message has been seen by my Son Jesus and me, your Mother Mary.

My child, you are still concerned about your future, about tomorrow. I say, I repeat, I confirm, I reveal again, at this hour: do not worry. Your surprise is here. Take the time, breathe in – check and see, my Petal, my yellow rose, my fiel [5] servant, obedient, trusted to serve my Son for his Second Coming, the End of times. I am your Mother relaying this message to you, my Son’s humble servant Fernanda.

My daughter, thank you for this special time spent at this hour with me and my Son. I bless you, your loved ones, your family, the world, your friends. Pray, pray, ask my children to pray for this country South Africa, for peace and unity. My child, during your healing time with my children praying over you, thank you for praying for this country, this world – you poured out your love not only for you and your loved ones, but your concern, prayers were also for this country. Thank you, my daughter. Thank you for responding to my call.

Jesus Christ

My daughter, my Andorinha, I, your Jesus, say thank you for the way you carry your love for me and my Blessed Mother, sitting here. My child, one day I will reveal to you more specifically about my Blessed Sacrament here on the altar, in every tabernacle, [where I am] waiting for my children to visit me. Oh my child, you have to tell my lambs, my flock, about the infinite graces I bestow on my children for coming to visit me, their Jesus, in the most [holy] tabernacles of their Jesus – my joy every time the door opens and I see one of my children coming to visit me! If you could see all my angels dancing, singing and praising, and my saints as well, the joy is too beautiful to describe.

My daughter, I will call you again to converse with my little Petal.

My daughter, I bless you. I give my peace to you and your loved ones. Receive my peace. Shalom, shalom, peace to you and to the world. I love you, my child.

[Fernanda] My Jesus, my Jesus, my source of life, my Saviour, my Spouse, I thank you for spending this special time with me, your little simple daughter. My Lord, I adore, I love you. I love my Father, I love the Holy Spirit. I love you, my dear Mother. Thank you.

Be in my peace. I am your Jesus, your Lord, coming to you at this moment to alleviate my pierced heart, my humble servant, my warrior for my End of Times.

Pray, pray, more and more for the sinners, the nonbelievers, to save all my children. I bless you – your Jesus.