"Do you see me, my child?

I am your Mother; I am here close to my Jesus to serve as your intercessor and advocate. Tell me your needs, your hopes, and your desires; I shall be your interpreter.

What is it that you lack? Do your sins terrify you?

Draw near to Him, do not fear, for I myself shall lead you: touch those wounds with your hands... receive upon your head that Blood which purifies and cleanses.

Do you not feel enough sorrow for the offenses caused to my Son?

Come, draw closer, and contemplate Him better.

Do you see that sacrosanct brow lacerated by thorns?

See there the fruit of your criminal thoughts, which my Jesus wished to atone for on your behalf.

Do you see those eyes that are the joy of the angels, now clouded and dimmed by death?

In this way, my Jesus repairs for your greedy and sensual glances.

Those thirsty and livid lips are the atonement for your sins of gluttony and your sinful words: those sores that cover His entire Body denounce a guilty one, and that poor soul is you.

Does the sight of my Jesus not move you? Does it not produce repentance in your soul?

What is it that seduces you, weak soul? Is it pleasure, a lack of purity, a bad habit, or passion?

Draw near to the wound in the side of Jesus; do not fear, I, your Mother, authorize you; bring your lips close, breathe in that celestial nectar that springs from there.

Listen to the beating of that Heart. Do you know why it beats so fast? It rejoices because you draw near to that fountain of life. Do not pull away, stay a moment longer... He Himself has said: “COME TO ME, ALL YOU WHO LABOR AND ARE BURDENED, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST.”

Penitrate the wound of His side unto the tabernacle of His Heart... “WITHIN YOUR HEART HIDE ME: PERMIT ME NOT TO BE SEPARATED FROM THEE.”

Do you know what I want from you?

Flee from those friends you know well, whose conversation is not compatible with my love... Remove every occasion of sin and learn from your previous falls not to trust in yourself...

Will my love be enough to decide you toward this sacrifice? Do you think not? Alas! Ungrateful child, how little you love your Mother! Come, one more effort, I will help you, and your soul shall be free from the chain of sin.

Do you wish to ask my Jesus for others?

Do so for your parents, for your siblings, friends...

For the Sovereign Pontiff, for poor sinners, for the unfortunate who do not belong to the Church, for those who blaspheme and slander her, for the souls in purgatory... And there are so many!

Are you leaving now?

Fine, go and fulfill your duties in the name of my Son and mine. He and I bless you.

In the midst of your tasks, do not forget us; speak a word to us. I will present them to my Son. Let these words be short, frequent, and fervent.

Do not separate yourself from us through sin and, if unfortunately you fall, come quickly, wash your stain in the Sacrament and, if you ask with humility, count on my forgiveness and that of my Son."