Jesus Christ

My daughter, thank you for sitting with me, your Jesus of Nazareth.

Oh my child, this morning I was in pain. Oh, my aching heart! I was trembling. I gave you a sign of my pain. Your heart was in pain, you were trembling. Yes, you knew that it was me and my Mother in pain. Thank you for sitting now and conversing with me. I see you were very occupied with some of my children’s issues. My daughter, I want to say to you why I was in terrible pain. My child, I want you to pray for this cause.

My child, my people, my own flesh and blood are committing sins, horrendous sins against me, your Jesus. Oh, they took my Precious Body consecrated by my son priest. Oh, what they did to me! They took me in their filthy hands, pretending to take me. Oh, oh my child, then they hid me, hid me in the most disgusting place in their bodies. My child, I was in pain. They came out of my temple, then they carried on in the most horrible way. Oh, they sold my Precious Body like Judas Iscariot did to me when he sold me for money. My child, then they took me again in other filthy hands to the most horrific place. My child, my pain, pain! That’s when I called you for help, to pray to alleviate my pain. My child, they took me to this disgusting place where they use satanic forces against my youth. My youth, my innocent ones, fall prey to these tricks of my enemy. Oh, my daughter, Satan is destroying my youth and much more. The way they sacrifice my Precious Body, it’s unbearably painful. My child, I cannot hold up my hand for too long. Oh my dear Mother, she is crying, crying. I repeat it’s always my Mother’s pain that contends [with], placates my ira [1], wrath, not because I want to punish my children, but it’s because of the sins committed against me and my Mother. My child, my Father said to you this week that [this world would be destroyed] if it weren’t for me [2], his Son pleading to him, “Father, my Father, I am begging you. I ask you, please, my Father, for the love of me, that you have mercy, mercy on my people,” then my Father turns in softness and again he listens to me, his Son. My child, it is constant, every minute of the day. Then my Beloved Mother comes to me in pain, pleading to me, the same thing, again and again.

My children complain if something goes wrong in their lives. They don’t know that my sufferings and my Mother’s are much worse than their crosses. Teach, tell my children all about this. They must pray, pray and turn to me, to my Mother, for help as I turn to my Father. Any word from me and my Father would turn this world into pain because my Father’s love to me and his children has no measurement. My Father is a merciful God Almighty, but when he sees what my people are doing to me, to my Mother, his wrath can come the other way around. He gave his Only Begotten Son to be crucified. He knew what my pains were going to be, but to save all our children, he gave me to my enemies. See, my child, how merciful my Father is? My Father is seeing again what I am going through. My child, you have to pray to my Father as you have been doing, [asking for] mercy, mercy and forgiveness of my children. Thank you for that, but you need to pray more intensely.

Thank you, my child, for listening to my call. I want you to pray now to alleviate my heart. You are feeling a tiny seed of my pains. I cannot give you bigger pains at the moment.

[Fernanda] My Jesus, thank you for calling me. Oh my loving Jesus, I was in pain and knew that it was my Jesus. Oh my legs were trembling, but I couldn’t sit where I was. I am sorry, my Jesus for what my brothers and sisters are doing to my loving Jesus.

My child, I don’t want you to cry. I want you to pray for these sinners to convert them into my heart, to save them from perishing in hell. My child, we could carry on for much longer, but I know your vision is getting to you. I will heal it. Leave it in my hands. I am your physician, the surgeon. My child, I am feeling much better after our conversation – my lamp, my balm to my aching heart.

My Petal, my dear Mother, she is also waiting to converse with you.

Mother Mary

My daughter, I, your Mother Mary, say to you thank you, my Andorinha [3] for listening to my Son’s call.

Oh, his pains! My daughter, this happens every day, everywhere, all over the world. My child, how can a Mother watch this being done to her most lovable, kind-hearted Son, by the humankind that my Son created? I watch next to my Son, helplessly in pain. My Beloved Son doesn’t deserve this kind of humiliation again and again. I heard your sigh now because your sigh was from me, your Mother. I see your anguish and affliction at this moment. You are feeling my torment in my heart, my pain. My child, when my Son says, “My time is near, my time is running out,” I tremble because I know how much my children will suffer horrible, indescribable pain during those dark three days. That’s why I am in pain. I have to plead to my Son give us more time for the world. My child, you have been praying for that, but I need you to pray more, more intensely about this cause, this matter.

My child, why are you crying?

[Fernanda] My Beloved Mother, I am feeling sick with all your pain. My heart is so uptight, my chest feels like blowing away. Sorry, my dear Mother, I have to cry, I can’t hold or contend with my pain, your pains. Oh my dear Mother, I wish all your children knew at this moment your pains, the feelings that my dear Mother and my loving Jesus are going through. My Blessed Mother, I ask mercy, pardon, for all my brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ, from your Only Son for all these atrocities. I love you, my dear Mother. I love you.

My child, thank you. Go kiss my heart and my Son’s heart. He is waiting for you to embalm us with your love and kisses. My daughter, kiss us and pray, pray. Thank you, my child, my obedient, humble servant.

I bless you, your loved ones and the whole world. Thank you for responding to my call.

[Fernanda] Thank you, my dear Mother. I am sorry for all the pains caused by your children, us children. I love you. My [heart] entwines with love for you.

Jesus Christ

My daughter, I, your Jesus, say thank you for this love and for your time spent with us, given to us.

[Fernanda] My Jesus, today I am going to see your son José about your daughter Maria and your daughter Connie. My Jesus, I place this cause in you loving hands to solve, help with this and what is the best decision for your daughter Maria. You daughter Connie needs the job, the money. If you son José agrees to take a maid at night to help your daughter Connie to come to your Holy Mass, especially on Sundays... Lord, you know this situation better than me. I leave it in your care. Your will be done according to your desire. Thank you, my loving Jesus. I love you.

Thank you, my daughter, for your trust and confidence in me. Yes, my child, I am aware of this situation and my daughter Connie’s. She needs the work to survive. My child, thank you for your care and concern in helping our children. Your heart is always open to all my children. Heaven rejoices with this kind of love towards your neighbours.

My daughter, I give you my peace, my peace and love to you, your loved ones, family and all my people.

[Fernanda] Thank you, my Jesus. I love you ♥. I love you, Mother Mary ♥. I love you, my Father ♥. I love you, my Holy Spirit.

Thank you, my Petal for all this beautiful love, the hearts to us. We love you too. Beijinhos, abraços [4] from us in heaven.

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