I am now having a vision of Our Lady. She is walking towards me, dressed in a simple white gown, yet appears to be made of silk. She is holding within her hands a rectangular tray or basket, more so a tray. The interior bottom of it has images of pink roses.

They are roses, I am receiving in the discernment of the Holy Spirit, that have not yet blossomed in the fulfillment of my life. She is standing before me as if waiting to say that the abundance of each rose that I see, appearing large and full like old English roses, pink and joyful, pure and innocent in their beauty, shall blossom in my spiritual life through prayer and in giving myself to God and seeking to do his perfect will each day.

‘I love you, mother, I love you.

Yes, and I can never live without you. May I seek you with all my heart and prayer to help me. And may the graces of your loving presence guide me. Help me, you are my light in the name of Jesus. And your love only brings perfect grace.’

Mary is smiling. Mary is hope for our souls.

‘Good mother, I love you. I love you.’

Ora dice, “Come to me each day knowing, trusting and believing.

My son, free yourself each day in the Spirit of God’s love to serve with purity and truth all that is good in the name of my son.

I love you, I love you.”

‘Amen.’