I am now having a vision of Our Lady. She is dressed simply in white, like a maiden of the countryside, and her heart, her Immaculate Heart, becomes exposed, burning like a fire with a banner of gold. And written in blood is the name of ‘Jesus Christ the King.’

Her hands are clasped together gently, her eyes blue and her skin tanned by the sun. She is most beautiful in hope and in her appearance, is standing upon a fertile path that is reddish brown, stained, sprinkled with the joy of the blood of her son. The soil is beautiful and warm with peace.

The path leads into an open field of tall green grass that reaches high to the sky, to touch the sun with hope, and lining the field is a border of tall trees, standing strong in faith, all of nature reflecting the glory of God and his presence.

My heart sings for the glory of the Lord and our Virgin who appears to be fourteen or fifteen. My niece is nearly that age.

I can feel her innocence in which she now says, “My dear son, Satan has attacked you severely. But I have come to set yourself free from the oppression of these attacks this night and to say, for God’s glory, that the darkness has no power over the light for any of God’s children who choose to open their hearts to their Savior.”

‘Yes, my mother. It is as if my mind is numb from these mental perseverances of darkness against me. But now that you are here, it is as if the attacks have never occurred. And I can rise with strength from my bed to join you now.

In Proverbs 8:17, it says, ‘I love those who love me. And those who seek me diligently find me.’ I have risen, my Lord, to seek you through the intercession of the presence of your mother, who continues to appear before me.

It was she who lifted me with the wings of the angels from my bed, to stand before you now and to say I love you, my Lord, I love you. I thank you for the strength of your mother and for the presence of the angels that now stand beside me in love with hope in the joy of God’s mercy.

I love you, Mother. I love you.’