When I still lived in the Earth, I recognized the Jesus´ nobility, however, without valuing his spiritual largeness.

I had suffered a lot with my aching heart, receiving in the arms my murdered Son.

Today, follow Him is my only way for living.

May all the mothers on the earth love their children, leading them to the Altar of the Light, strengthening them while they are still tender spirits moulded for their hands, transforming the hearts that tend to the darkness, solidifying the moral Laws from That who died for everybody.

Acting this way, mothers of My Heart, you won´t feel the mothers´ bitterness having your children´s tough bodies in your arms.

Love them without limits. To correct is to love.
Transform the darkness into Light, the thorns into flowers.

Jesus blesses you all.

Note: Message from divulgation 33.