GREGORY: Mother…
MARIA: Yes, my child, I am glad that you have come to me.
I love you and each one of my children. The heart of my son continues to bleed for the redemption of mankind. The heart of Jesus is for all souls in need of his mercy. Come and take his hand so that he may fill you with the light of his Spirit. Come now to the foot of his Cross where I am holding him. He is lying asleep in my arms.
GREGORY: Mother, I cannot, I am unworthy.
MARIA: Come and take his hand. This is why he died for you and your brothers and sisters. He is lying quietly. Do not be afraid. He is my only gift even in my sorrow. Do you understand that it consoles me to offer him in this state for his death was not in vain? Come now. Come now and touch the hand of Love that the world rejected.
GREGORY: Mother. This is painful.
I am having a vision of our Lady, a continuation of the same vision as the night before. She is holding Jesus. The sky is dark with a deep hue of blue. There are rocks stacked around the base of the Cross. Our Lady is kneeling in front holding the lifeless body of Jesus.
As I approach them, the wind seems to move stronger. And it has begun to rain. The body of our Lord is being cleansed by soft drops of love from our Father in heaven. His blood, which is partially dried, is moistened and begins like little streams to fall from his body. His hand is bruised and swollen and our lady is crying. She asks me to come closer so that I may take his hand.
Her eyes look dark and sunken by her grief. I have never seen her so sorrowful.
MARIA: I want you to take his hand. In doing so, his death shall become a true reality for you. It will help you to look deep within your heart and his heart to recognize the true depths of sin within you and others. By taking his hand, you will be redeemed. The blood that flows from his wound will cleanse you.
GREGORY: Mother, mother I am sorry for my sins and the sins of the whole world and desire to take his hand to help you and Jesus.
MARIA: Then do so now for it is my desire. I have the right as his mother to offer him in love. Only a mother could offer her dead son for others in need.
GREGORY: I am now taking the hand of Jesus. I can see within his wound an image of the earth. He is holding the whole world in his wounded hand, as if the transformation and redemption of the world has begun in the restoration of grace; for I can also see a garden upon the earth that is so beautiful and peaceful. A garden of God’s love and mercy, the garden of eternal grace brought about by his death.
When I place the palm of my hand against his wound, I begin to feel a fiery warmth, more so hot than warm, and the plumpness of his swollen fingers. This vision of the garden has given me a greater peace although my stomach feels empty and turning with thoughts of sadness for our Lady.
I am sorry dear mother.
MARIA: No, my child, do not be sorry. Thank him while he is asleep, touch his hands, his feet and his heart. Feel what his life has given you and the whole world. I want to hold him while you do so. I want you to see how closely we are united in love to one another, me and my son. How I will never forget this day.