At these last words I see lambs being scattered in all directions and going over the whole world. Come, faithful ones.
Now the Lady plants a Cross upon the sacrificial altar and I see, so to speak, the whole world gathered around it. The people, however, are standing there with their heads lowered and turned away from the Cross. Then I hear, “Come, faithful ones.”
And I see a chalice being carried about, along the crowd.
“But partly in vain”, I hear said. Christ, the Way
I have to look upward and suddenly I see the Lady. She smiles and, extending her arms, she says, “Come.”
A large number of men of all sorts are now standing before me: gentlemen, simple fellows, also priests and religious, dressed in black. Among them there are good people but also some not so good. The Lady invites them to come with her. She shall guide them. Now I see a long and difficult road before me, at the end of which there is a bright light.
“This way”, says the Lady, and with a broad gesture she indicates to the men that they have to walk along this road. It is difficult and challenging. On both sides they are falling away. The Lady is watching with motherly concern, and keeps smiling at them. Then I see written before me, ‘Into life again, with Christ’.
After this the Lady looks sad and says, “England will find her way back to me.”
She pauses for a moment and then says slowly and softly, “America too.” Then the Lady slowly disappears, and I see a peculiar haze hanging over the world.
August 29, 1945
Sadness and joy I see the Lady before me. She indicates that I should look into my hand. I see, so to speak, strange things coming out of it. I see a great sadness; this is put into my hand and I have to look at it. When I look into my hand, I feel a deep sadness arising. The Lady smiles and says, “But joy will follow.”
At that moment I can also feel that joy. I see rays, bright rays.
Next I see large buildings, churches. Churches of all sorts appear, that is, not only Catholic churches. The Lady says,“It must become one large community.”
At these words I feel terrible pains in my hand. Storms are coming upon these churches.
Now the Lady lets me see three Popes. To the left, above, stands Pope Pius X. Our Pope, Pius XII, is standing in the middle, and to the right I see a new Pope. Pointing at the three Popes, the Lady says, “These three that is one era. This Pope and the new one are the fighters.”