The vision continues. Our Lady is appearing before me in a light blue dress and white mantle, a child of 14 or 15: the Holy Virgin, pure and true. She is holding within her hands flowers grown wild from the fields of heaven. Simple, pure and of various colors, although not so many in her bouquet- five or six. She holds them cupped within both hands.

She lives and breathes within us through the life and breath of her son, Jesus. United to our hearts as our good Mother.

May the glory of love always win as our victory.

‘O holy love of the Spirit of God, my Father and Jesus, consume me; take me as you desire. Hold me and never let me go.’