GREGORY: My dear Lord, through the eternal sacrifice of your heart we are being called to the purity of repentance and redemption. I love you, Jesus. Thank you for making the sacrifice to love us unto death so that we may have life.

Today, at Holy Thursday Mass, we celebrated the Last Supper with Jesus before he will soon enter the garden of his passion and betrayal. While praying the Our Father, I was as usual looking at the stained-glass figure of our lady over the altar holding her infant Jesus. During this, I had a vision of the image being transformed by a multitude of brilliant white rays of light streaming from their precious bodies.

I could no longer see our infant Jesus in her arms and our lady was now kneeling before the foot of the Cross holding her sacrificial lamb as in the likeness of the Pieta. The body of our Lord was pierced by the sins of mankind, pierced by his love itself to fulfill the will of our Father for the redemption of our souls. Rays of light continued to shine from their bodies. Our lady was crying, slowly caressing his sweet cheeks now stained with blood. Her tears wet his face as she rubbed her face against his.

Mãe?

MARY: Yes, my child, I am present. Thank you for sharing this vision of glorified love for all souls in need of remembering my son’s death to help them grow in repentance and love to adore their sacrificial Savior.

GREGORY: Mother, I am sad.

MARY: My dear child, this is a time of great sorrow for the whole world and for those who continue to deny the heart of my son as their Savior. I do not want souls to enter the celebration of his passion without understanding the glory of his sacrifice.

As I held him within my arms, I could only think of him as my little child that I used to hold. Now he is dead. How could I help him now? How could he feel my love?

I did not want him to die. As a mother, my heart was torn to dying in a sea of love. As a woman, the New Eve, I was holding him in a sea of grace to accept his will and the will of our Father. The torment and pain of that hour could have only been bearable by grace. I felt so alone, so sad, so afraid for my son who was being sacrificed.

My heart was breaking and I was screaming for the torment to end, to end only in hope for the redemption of mankind. How could I love my son as I was able to before when he was dead? All that I wanted to do was to console him, to speak to him with eternal words of love. I had always feared his death for I am his mother. How could I not? How could any mother not fear the death of their child, their only child?

I carried him within my arms as a child and now I am holding him within my arms without life. Oh, my baby Jesus. Oh, the love that you had to endure unconditionally for those who denied and crucified you. Yes, I will scream of my sorrow for eternity that it may never be forgotten that you may be remembered as he, who gave himself for love.

I am misunderstood by so many. Those who say that I was not pure. Those who say that he had brothers from my womb that was never touched by human hands, only the hand of God to conceive him in purity for the sake of redeeming others.

Please, my child, write these words for I, your Mary, must say what I have never said before, my feelings at the time of my son’s death.

I was alone. I was alone with my dead son in my arms. I alone was meant to carry him within my womb and to hold him in his hour of death. Oh, the sweetness of his blood that I wiped my face with. Oh, the light that was coming from his heart that I remembered so sweetly.

Why, my child? Why must mankind turn their hearts away from him daily to desecrate this hour of his Cross with lies of deceit and impurity? You must always look within your heart and remember his passion. Mediate upon his passion daily so that you may understand the depths of his sacrifice to love you and others.

Yes, my pain was unbearable, unbearable, and my Immaculate Heart continues to bleed for the redemption of souls in the name of Jesus Christ, my child. This is my right as his mother. This is the love of his heart that I desire to offer in helping him to redeem souls.

I will never forget that day, the day that pierced his heart forever.

I will tell you more, but now you must rest.