As I now receive the scent of perfumed roses that is more intense than I remember, I begin to say the Hail Mary. Our mother calls me to receive her with joy in the hope and mercy of her love.

She is appearing before me dressed in white as a young bride, a maiden of 15 years old, beautiful in her immaculate grace, holding a bouquet of carnations. They symbolize flowers of humility that are both pink and blue, symbolizing the joy of God’s mercy that she holds within her hands, offering them to my heart, present before me in the love of her son.

Jesus appears above her on a Cross made of gold, suffering his passion. It is golden because it is eternal in his passion, which is our gift of life, in having given his life.

‘Mother, unite my heart to the loving mercy and compassion of your son’s passion, that I may be an instrument of compassion and mercy of pity for others, of charity (which was my mother’s name, Kadidad), charity for the hearts of your children. Increase within me your son’s love that I may move in the power of the Spirit, your eternal spouse, to guide and to fortify me. To be a force of the Spirit and to be who God created me to be. Not a force of human flesh, but a force of the Holy Spirit.

Come, Holy Spirit, within my heart this day to heal me, heart, mind, body and soul, and to renew my courage, my strength and to make me bold in humility to serve and love others.’