Jesus appears as the Lamb of God, pure and white as snow on a narrow path of fertile faith between two short grass fields of faith. He, the Lamb, looks back at me to signal for me to follow him. And I am grateful for the joy and the goodness of our Lord, who is love in all things.

Our Lord says, “Come, my son, within my holy arms of mercy, that my love may fulfill your heart.”

A bouquet of brilliant red roses, deep, profound in color, appear as he is now appearing before me as the God-man holding them, requesting that I place them within my hands and my heart.

“My son, all things were created for my glory and my love abounds eternally.”

‘Yes, my Lord, take me. Take me as you desire in your love and may you lead me in the hope of your mercy.

My Lord, the bamboo before me in the secret garden within the park in Mexico is tall and thick, of every shade of green in its nature. I can feel the power of your presence, the presence of our Father and creation, and I rejoice.

Glory be to the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be world without end. Amen.’