Message on May 8, 1990
It was Parents’ Day, but I could not visit the Blessed Mother because I was unable to move due to intense pain. Even the slightest touch to my hair felt as though my whole body were being pricked with needles. So, my husband went to the Chapel alone and placed a carnation on her chest.
Lying in bed, I offered up my suffering, saying, “Mother, I’m sorry. I will send you a bouquet of my heart and prayer.” At about 10:40 p.m., I heard the voice of the Blessed Mother.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: Daughter! I feel frustrated. Aren't you anxious to see me?
I listened eagerly, but could not hear her anymore. So, despite the discomfort in my body from the pain, I managed to rise, and with my husband’s support, I went to the Blessed Mother. When I opened the door of the Chapel, a strong, indescribable fragrance as well as a fragrance of lilies assailed me, and I felt as if it stung my nose.
The Blessed Mother was still shedding tears and her face looked pale. While praying and asking for forgiveness, I heard the beautiful voice of the Blessed Mother again.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: Daughter! It is Parents' Day, but there hardly are any children looking for their Heavenly Mother. I feel lonely, because even you, whom I have chosen, do not seek me, saying you are in pain. Please do not leave me as a lonesome Mother. I have called and saved so many souls with my tears of mercy, but how many have followed me in gratitude for that love?
I am sad. So many of my poor children, who are usually forgetful of me, seek me only during hard times as if trying to grab a life buoy. How can I work in such changeable hearts? Once they receive the grace they have asked for, they return to their miserable lives, forget about my love and live in a despicable, ungrateful way. But, my daughter, my mercy prompts me to call them again.
I am shedding tears of blood like this because of my poor children—those who are ungrateful for the love they have received, who do not share despite the graces given to them, and who believe those graces are their own, as if they had deserved them. Today I ask at least you to comfort my Immaculate Heart that is suffering.
This Mother of yours, who has not been approved yet, is indeed above all creatures and all heretics. A fast approval is necessary to save the poor souls who are even insulting God with their pride and sacrileges and are joining hands with the devils. What a dear price has to be paid to defeat the devil! I feel sorry for you when I see you suffering.
Daughter! Take courage and offer up your sufferings more graciously. Also pray harder for unity. As my messages are spreading to the world and are being put into practice, the devils are becoming more and more active. The Red Dragon is employing all the available means and methods to promote division even among priests.
Make our enemy, Satan, powerless through your faith and love. By doing so, help me save many souls. Offer to me even what you think are miserable things. My motherly Heart gets wound- ed, as I watch all this. Daughter! You must become strong by opening the door of your heart wide to God the Father, who is coming to you. I will stay with you so that you can fight the devils, win the victory over them, and thus achieve unity in the profound Love of God. Isn't unity a truly beautiful fruit?
As there are many souls who fall into the cunning traps of the enemy, I must ask you for extreme sacrifices to the extent of offering your life.
Daughter! Follow me, the Mother and the Helper in Redemption, entrusting everything to my immensely wide Immaculate Heart. Do not forget that I am preparing a home where you can rest.
Follow me without being discouraged. I bestow the same merciful grace on all the souls who trust and follow me and testify for me. My Son Jesus will bestow the cup of blessing on you through the loving benevolence of me, who is the string that ties Heaven and earth together. Take care. Good-bye!
When the Blessed Mother finished her words, someone was touching me gently. I thought it was the living Blessed Mother, but, when I looked, it was my husband. "Julia! The Blessed Mother is shedding tears of blood."
At his pressing words, I looked at the Blessed Mother's statue and saw her shedding tears of blood profusely. She also had much blood under her nose. It was about 11:20 p.m. She continued shedding tears of blood until about 1:20 a.m., when the tears of blood began to dry. After that, she was shedding some tears only.
Message on May 8, 1990
It was Parents’ Day, but I could not visit the Blessed Mother because I was unable to move due to intense pain. Even the slightest touch to my hair felt as though my whole body were being pricked with needles. So, my husband went to the Chapel alone and placed a carnation on her chest.
Lying in bed, I offered up my suffering, saying, “Mother, I’m sorry. I will send you a bouquet of my heart and prayer.” At about 10:40 p.m., I heard the voice of the Blessed Mother.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: Daughter! I feel frustrated. Aren't you anxious to see me?
I listened eagerly, but could not hear her anymore. So, despite the discomfort in my body from the pain, I managed to rise, and with my husband’s support, I went to the Blessed Mother. When I opened the door of the Chapel, a strong, indescribable fragrance as well as a fragrance of lilies assailed me, and I felt as if it stung my nose.
The Blessed Mother was still shedding tears and her face looked pale. While praying and asking for forgiveness, I heard the beautiful voice of the Blessed Mother again.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: Daughter! It is Parents' Day, but there hardly are any children looking for their Heavenly Mother. I feel lonely, because even you, whom I have chosen, do not seek me, saying you are in pain. Please do not leave me as a lonesome Mother. I have called and saved so many souls with my tears of mercy, but how many have followed me in gratitude for that love?
I am sad. So many of my poor children, who are usually forgetful of me, seek me only during hard times as if trying to grab a life buoy. How can I work in such changeable hearts? Once they receive the grace they have asked for, they return to their miserable lives, forget about my love and live in a despicable, ungrateful way. But, my daughter, my mercy prompts me to call them again.
I am shedding tears of blood like this because of my poor children—those who are ungrateful for the love they have received, who do not share despite the graces given to them, and who believe those graces are their own, as if they had deserved them. Today I ask at least you to comfort my Immaculate Heart that is suffering.
This Mother of yours, who has not been approved yet, is indeed above all creatures and all heretics. A fast approval is necessary to save the poor souls who are even insulting God with their pride and sacrileges and are joining hands with the devils. What a dear price has to be paid to defeat the devil! I feel sorry for you when I see you suffering.
Daughter! Take courage and offer up your sufferings more graciously. Also pray harder for unity. As my messages are spreading to the world and are being put into practice, the devils are becoming more and more active. The Red Dragon is employing all the available means and methods to promote division even among priests.
Make our enemy, Satan, powerless through your faith and love. By doing so, help me save many souls. Offer to me even what you think are miserable things. My motherly Heart gets wound- ed, as I watch all this. Daughter! You must become strong by opening the door of your heart wide to God the Father, who is coming to you. I will stay with you so that you can fight the devils, win the victory over them, and thus achieve unity in the profound Love of God. Isn't unity a truly beautiful fruit?
As there are many souls who fall into the cunning traps of the enemy, I must ask you for extreme sacrifices to the extent of offering your life.
Daughter! Follow me, the Mother and the Helper in Redemption, entrusting everything to my immensely wide Immaculate Heart. Do not forget that I am preparing a home where you can rest.
Follow me without being discouraged. I bestow the same merciful grace on all the souls who trust and follow me and testify for me. My Son Jesus will bestow the cup of blessing on you through the loving benevolence of me, who is the string that ties Heaven and earth together. Take care. Good-bye!
When the Blessed Mother finished her words, someone was touching me gently. I thought it was the living Blessed Mother, but, when I looked, it was my husband. "Julia! The Blessed Mother is shedding tears of blood."
At his pressing words, I looked at the Blessed Mother's statue and saw her shedding tears of blood profusely. She also had much blood under her nose. It was about 11:20 p.m. She continued shedding tears of blood until about 1:20 a.m., when the tears of blood began to dry. After that, she was shedding some tears only.