"My ministers... step over Me and allow everything."

"My daughter, listen to Me. Spend this dark hour with Me. Pray a great deal. Bring Me souls. The spirits are plunging deeper into darkness. My ministers are tranquil. They step over Me and allow everything. Cloister souls in your heart. Even those to whom I entrusted souls cause Me more pain. I am shedding tears of blood over mankind. My Eternal Father’s anger is overflowing."

"I assure you in the Sacrament of My Love, I am profaned and so much blasphemed. My Eternal Father is sending many epidemics so that mankind may pray and be converted before it is too late. I order you to pray. This is a serious moment. In the Sacrament of My Love, you are a victim. Pray a great deal and keep Me company in atonement for all the offences, abuses and insults against My Presence in the tabernacle. It is My great love for mankind that keeps Me there as a prisoner . Many words pierce Me from My own….. Because of all this, My Eternal Father’s anger is cast down on this world. Pray a great deal to appease the wrath of My Eternal Father. The Chalice is filled. Pray and atone."

"I need the desire of reparation. I come to seek shelter. I want souls to dress the wounds caused by the souls I love so much. For the sake of souls put yourself in the high spirit of contemplation. Pray a great deal. I will pour the treasures of My infinite mercy into human souls."

"I bless you."

3.00 a.m., 4^th April, 1988