REPENT, REPENT, REPENT.

Good morning, my dearest friends. No, no, no, because you are all dear to me, even those who hate me. As we know, even hatred is a form of love, isn’t it, you little fools?

Why do you hate Her? Because She has the courage to always tell the truth, or in any case, the truth? Don’t you know that She has given Her life for you, you wretches and miserable people? Of course you do. If the world had gone better than expected, Her “sacrifice” would not have made the slightest bit of sense.

She does not want people to talk about sacrifices. Her heart is so immense that it makes room, and there is room for even the smallest creature on this Earth.

Do not hate Her, pardon, pardon, pardon. Love Her if you wish, but She does not conceive of hatred or resentment. To Her you are all the same: sinners, some more, some less, obviously. But if there is one thing I must make clear to you, it is this.

Be very careful when the time comes to find yourselves face to face with Her. No, not just before Her, but right there, directly in front of Her. She will immediately know who you are. If you speak with your heart in your hands because you truly feel that you have done wrong and have finally found the courage to admit it, then, if that is so, I promise you that She will be easy prey for you. Yes, yes, yes.

For those who repent, She is more than willing to commercialize—no, but to give with both hands. You will not have to pay anything at all, never, never, never with Her, but She will know how to flood you with love, true love.

Therefore, you outcasts, if you repent, you may meet Her with a light heart. But if you think you can get away with it or make a fool of Her, I warn you: in no time at all you will sink into hell, and this time you will remain there.

Do you at least know that we have been telling you this for forty years? Through indirect ways, which I do not feel like talking about now, but for forty years we have been begging you: repent, repent, repent.

Do not tell me that you have never, never, never, truly never heard it. Now we have reached the reckoning: either you do it, or we will.

Do you know what the Archangel Gabriel does? He is surrounded… no, but he has a very large following who, with their swords, will cut you to pieces. You do not believe it? And yet this is exactly how things are.

It is true that in your icons it is the Archangel Michael, but the two of them are one and the same. What one commands, the other carries out. Therefore, your illusions of accommodating angels must give way to another vision: the true one.

Now we are waiting for Our beloved Lady to rest for a few more days, and then to explode or implode into your world.

Prepare yourselves, eh? She is not an old Lady, as you may well think: She is eighty years old, what could She possibly do? No, She will astonish you. She is younger than you fifty-year-olds, physically and mentally… well, Hers is universal; what can one say? It cannot be defined.

But you, you rot, prepare yourselves, because She will fire away at you like no one on Earth has ever known how to do.

Prepare yourselves. She will astonish you everywhere.

Amen—no, but hallelujah. Yes, yes, yes.