Jesus Christ

My daughter, thank you for sitting with me, my Blessed Mother, my Father and the Holy Spirit.

My child, I want to wish you a happy New Year, 2011. Oh, my child, I want to say thank you for sitting with me at this time and conversing with me. My child, I, your Jesus, I was missing these precious moments with you. My daughter, thank you for yesterday, or I say, today: 01/01/2011. At midnight, oh, my Petal at that precise moment, you were thinking about me and my Mother. Oh, you were saying these words to me, my Mother, my Father, the Holy Spirit, my angels and some saints in a loud voice, between the crowded children, you were saying [happy New Year] to us. In a unison of voices, my children were screaming to one another, “Happy New Year!”, hugging, kissing friends, family, loved ones, but you, my unique, precious child, your heart and mind was just for me, my Mother, the Holy Trinity, the angels and saints. You were also screaming (nobody could hear you), “Happy New Year, happy New Year, my loving Jesus!” and to all of us in heaven. Oh, yes, you were dancing, jumping for us. You put us first in your heart, on your mouth. Oh, my child, thank you for that love given to us.

My child, I, your Jesus, say all this to you: we were all with you and my children, but none of my other children wished me a happy New Year and thanked me as you did. Oh, my child, thank you for the 12 passas [1] that you took as a tradition. Yes, you took 12 of them for you and another 12 for me and my Mother in the other hand. Oh, none of my children or your friends saw you doing that act of love. My Petal, all this is now written in the Book of Heaven in big letters of gold. My child, this was a small gesture, but with big love and appreciation to me and my Mother. Oh, my child, I have been waiting patiently to relay this to you, to share this joy, to alleviate, compensate for my insolent, lukewarm children’s hearts. Thank you, my child. Oh, my Mother and I were dancing with you because during those hours you were thinking always about us, and you knew all this.

Oh, it’s a pity, my child, about the wet feet, but my child, as you mentioned to some of my children, my rain that I sent was a blessing for all my children. Thank you for explaining to my people, even though some of them didn’t understand what you said – they took it as a joke. My child, thank you for your immense love with which your heart burns for me and my Mother.

My daughter, I want to thank you today at the gathering with your loved ones, friends, at lunch time. You wanted to pray. Do not fear again to relay, to offer my prayers at the table.

My child, today your heart was burning with love for me. Thank you for your defence, coming to the rescue of the criticism of my son priest. My child, you explained very well. It pleased me when you defended my son priest, Father ________. Your heart was in pain because some of your loved ones, my daughter ________, she was not very happy, keen on those words, the way you tried to defend my Church. Thank you for telling them to pray for my Church, my priests, my youth, as I, your Jesus, ask you to pray and teach my ignorant children. Some of my children then made a remark about you getting too carried away with you talking about me without ceasing. She even walked away, looking at something else. The remark wasn’t very pleasant for you because you [were told that you] sounded like a Jehovah’s Witness. My child, you remained calm, but I, your Jesus was very joyous because you still carried on like my little parrot, my messenger to the world. I know how much you have been trying to explain to my daughter about her ways, about forgiving and growing spiritually.

Oh, my daughter Fernanda, most of my children don’t even understand how deep your love is for me, for my Mother, for heaven. I repeat, soon they will see who you really are, [that you were] chosen by me.

Oh, my child, thank you for writing some messages on the new technology, on the wallpaper, about me. What a beautiful message for my children! My Mother and I were sitting with you. Oh, you were writing those messages with all your heart. Thank you, they will touch some of my children’s hearts.

My child, I want you to write some of my messages on that page, on what my children call Facebook. It pleases me [when they are] on that page. The foul language that my youth sometimes use doesn’t please me, but the messages about me and my Mother, written as you did today, are very appreciated. Tell my children about this. Oh, I do understand: they will look at you only as a holy churchgoer, like you are a maniac, fanatic. Oh, you are going to be called many names. My child, persevere, you will triumph for my Sacred Heart in my holy name.

Oh, thank you for coming to our little nest. You know well that there is nothing, [no chair or table] for us to converse with when we are alone in this beautiful, peaceful place – even with no chair or table, it’s our most preferred place to converse.

My daughter, my precious, loving Mother, she is here to converse with you.

Mother Mary

My Petal, I, your Mother Mary, I have been waiting patiently to converse with you on this happy and wonderful New Year, blessed by my Son Jesus Christ, the Holy Trinity and me, your Mother Mary.

My child, I was waiting for this moment to share my pains with you during this hectic period where my children only see lust, drink, all sorts of diversions. Oh, when it’s joy with a pure, clean heart, it’s the best present that my Son and I can get, but when my children only think about mundane, earthly, impure enjoyment, it’s very painful to our hearts – especially my nonbelievers, my atheist, sinful children, they don’t care if they sin or hurt my Son and me. They don’t want to believe that there is God, hell or purgatory. They commit horrendous sins. Oh, what horrific sins to their souls, hearts. Oh, my child, very, very few of my people realise, think about the importance, the real meaning of Christmas Day and New Year. The rest of our children, they carry on, rampaging, doing harm to one another.

My child, you are the peacemaker between my children. I know how much it hurts you to see some of your loved ones, family, not being in peace, my Son Jesus’ peace, with one another. My Petal, you try always to teach them about my wishes, but to no avail.

[Fernanda] Oh, my dear Mother, thank you. Please help me, teach me to speak the right words, to put the words, the messages together, not to make your children bored or turn away their faces when I try to convey my Jesus and my precious Mother’s messages. Thank you, my Blessed Mother.

Oh, thank you, my beautiful child, for your sincere question to help me and my Son. My daughter, leave everything in my Son Jesus’ hands because when the day comes for you to start your mission, the Holy Trinity and I will be your teacher, guidance. The Holy Spirit will infill your heart and the words will be put in your mouth to proclaim my Son’s messages to the world.

My daughter, I, your Mother Mary, I was listening to my Son’s dialogue between you and him, about the midnight conversation, the thanksgiving offered to us. My child, it doesn’t cost much to love my Son: just simple, honest words said to us bring us joy in our aching hearts. My child, if my children would see simple, honest little children with huge hearts bringing simple words to us, what a difference it would make – the world would be a better world, the pains of our aching hearts would be so much lighter.

My daughter, I have so much to converse with you about your task for the New Year. My child, make time during the day to converse with my Son and me. We have so much to catch up with our conversations.

My child, I see that you are looking at my Son’s heart, his loving eyes, with so much love. You wish my children would listen to your explanation about our teachings to you. You feel that sometimes, it’s like you are in a well, your tongue feels so tied.

My daughter, I leave you in my peace. My blessings to you, your loved ones and my children all over the world. My Son is waiting for you to fix your eyes upon him. He needs your love to alleviate his uncomfortable, painful heart. Thank you for responding to my call.

[Fernanda] Thank you, my precious loving Jesus. I love you. I praise you.

My daughter, I, your Jesus thank you for this special love and patience to sit with my Mother and me, your Jesus. My daughter, make yourself comfortable and fix your eyes upon me. My daughter, you know how my aching Sacred Heart needs reparation. I, your Jesus, give my peace, my peace I give to you, your loved ones, family, friends and the whole world.

[Fernanda] Thank you, my Jesus, my loving Lord Jesus, my God. My Lord, I praise you, my King, my Saviour. Meu querido Jesus, en vos amo [2]. Forgive my sins, my faults of today, and my loved ones. I love you with all my heart. Sua bênção [3], my Holy Trinity. Sua bênção, my dear Mother. I love you xxxxxx, beijinhos [4] ♥♥♥♥. I love you all.

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