I can't turn on the light. I realize there is no electricity anywhere. I try to retrace my steps. A flash of lightning descends like a crack that opens this black void before me. Powerful beams of light appear from top to bottom of this opening. The Holy Child Jesus, King of Love, is there. I fall to My knees and make the sign of the cross. He is wearing a white linen tunic embroidered with gold, studded with stones and lace at the cuffs, with a small collar around his neck. His right hand is raised in blessing, while his left hand holds a candle.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
My beloved, let yourselves be imbued with My Love, which will bring you from the darkness of discouragement to the Living Light of Hope. When you no longer have the strength to rekindle the flame, I will give you little brothers, new Apostles of My Love, who will be, for your nights of tears, the reflection of My Light. They will help you to gather and unify all those who have been divided, dazzled by darkness.
My beloved ones, the incandescent ember of Love has been reduced to ashes. Tenacious hatred has suffocated it. You have not been able to preserve that spark, to feed it with generous and selfless acts; now you see nothing but a thick fog, on an endless night, reigning over the world.
My beloved ones, let Me make you feel the warmth that comes from the Light of My Heart. You will leave the territories of the empires that, with force, fury, iron, and blood, conquered the little hearts. You will be under the caresses of My Little Hands, under My tender Gaze.
My beloved ones, I love you with a Love that disarms and heals. Burning with Love, you will open a crack in the middle of this world. The True Light of Love will finally be rekindled.
In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[Translation into Portuguese by Teixeira Nihil]
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