My daughter, thank you for waking up to kiss my heart. I was in need of that because my heart is in pain, and those kisses around my heart took out one thorn. My child, thank you for your obedience to me and the Holy Spirit.

My child, I know that you need to rest, but I have to let you know how painful my aching heart is because today, on my holy Sunday, my children are supposed to come to my house and go to Confession to receive me with a clean, decent heart, but instead, they went on a rampage of sin, then they received me in that state of impurity of their souls. As they received me into their hearts, I cried in pain because of their indecency, their inadequacy, their sins. My child, it would be much better, far better if they didn’t receive me. They only take my Precious Body and Blood to show the world that they came to Communion, not in reverence or love to me. They hurt me that way. They should at least do an Act of Contrition with reverence asking me and my Father for forgiveness, pardon for their sins committed.

My child, oh, my Precious Body and Blood is so precious, so significant to my Holy Mass, so important in my children’s daily lives and it is to be taken with love, respect and dignity, but instead, they do the opposite. My child, that’s why I always ask for Confession, Confession and repentance because this is one of the greatest sins. I see at my temples, my churches that there is always Confession. My son priests are always available. Why fear my son priests? I am the one who absolves. I hear everything. I answer through my son priest’s mouths. They are my instruments. I don’t punish. I am kind to them, to my people. I always give a fair penance. What I want is their hearts to be open to me. I will do the rest.

My child, write down everything in your book and then relay this to my sheep, my flock.

My daughter, I bless you. I give you my peace and to your loved ones.

See, my Andorinha [1], I couldn’t wait for you at the chapel. I had to converse with you before. I needed your kisses to alleviate my aching heart. Thank you, my Petal.

[Fernanda] Thank you, my Jesus. I love you, I adore you. I am going to kiss my Jesus. I anoint my Jesus with...

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