Message of December 6, 1986 — First Saturday of the Month
Prado Nuevo (El Escorial)
The Virgin Mary:
My daughter, look how little a poorly made prayer is worth; look at how I come dressed—like a beggar. When prayer does not come from the depths of your heart, it has less value, my daughter. When prayer is well made, you will see how I dress, my daughter. Every well-made prayer is a flower that comes from your mouth, my children, and reaches Paradise, where beautiful gardens are formed for eternity.
Offer your prayers well. Now more than ever, my children, it is necessary to pray, because every day the weeds increase among the wheat, and only through prayer, my children, can you be trees that bear good fruit. Do not suffer for those dried-up branches. How do you expect a bad tree to give good fruit, my children? The bad tree will continue to give bad fruit, and the good tree will give good fruit, my children.
The Lord:
Look, my children: do not be pained when they slander you, when they laugh at you, or when you are persecuted. Everyone who loves Christ is persecuted and slandered. I was slandered, my children, in that time, for defending the truth. Christ was slandered, my children!
Look at the Divine Majesty. I was slandered, my children, gravely in those times for loving the poor, for healing the blind, for making the paralyzed walk, for defending the truth. I was gravely slandered, and I continue to be in this time; I continue to be gravely slandered with words that I can hardly utter with my lips. In those days they called me possessed, they called me "the impostor," they called me a fraud. And in this time, my daughter, what do men call me? What shameful words, my daughter! In those days they put me to death, but my death is of no importance, because I was like one of so many—a failure, my daughter, according to men. How little value they gave to my pain, my daughter!
My Church weeps; she weeps bitterly because they have turned my Church... almost into a business, my daughter. They make use of my Church, but they do not serve my Church. Satan has introduced himself into that beloved Spouse of mine.
Pray much for my consecrated souls. I cry out to my consecrated souls to withdraw from the world! They do not belong to the world; they belong to God! I have given them power to bind and to loose. But just as they can save many souls, they can also destroy many souls. My consecrated souls, return to the path of the Gospel! You have abandoned yourselves in prayer and penance, and your souls are anemic, my children.
Drink a few drops from the chalice of pain…
Luz Amparo:
Oh, how bitter! Oh! Oh, how bitter!
The Lord:
My Heart feels this bitterness for my consecrated souls. My Heart loves them so much... and how poorly they respond to my love! They give no importance to sin. They take away and put back as they please. Poor souls! Return to me, for my Heart awaits you.
And you, my people, convert; let it not happen to you as it did in the time of Noah: men ate, drank, and fornicated, until Noah entered the Ark and they all perished.
My people, ask forgiveness from God, your Creator. And I make a call to prayer and penance. And you: do not care if you are slandered and persecuted. The best proof that you are mine is silence, my children. Love one another.
Luz Amparo:
Oh, oh, how great You are! Oh, how great, my God! Oh, oh, I love You, Lord! Help me, Lord! Help me! Oh, my Mother, what beauty, how great You both are...! What do you want, my Mother?…
(For a few moments, she is heard speaking in an unknown language.)
Luz Amparo:
I will tell them, Mother... in secret…
(Again, words in an unknown language.)
Luz Amparo:
Oh, how great! I love You, Lord, I love You! Oh, oh! Lord, make us all love You! I love You...!
The Lord:
Pray for my Church, my children. My Church suffers because the flock of Christ is divided. And I said: there shall be one single Church with one single flock and one single shepherd.
The Virgin Mary:
Men, my daughter, are anxious to see, and they go from one place to another with the desire to see. Be careful, my children, for the enemy is very cunning and can make you see what does not exist, my children! Do not wander from place to place! Love our Hearts dearly, for we love you with our Hearts.
Today I am going to give a very special blessing, my children. Kiss the ground, my daughter, in reparation for all the sins of the world…
Love one another and be humble, my children. If there is no humility, there is no charity.
Raise up all your objects; they will all be blessed… All the objects have been blessed, my children.
Even if you martyr your body, and even if you believe you are fulfilling your duty by placing yourselves in the first seats of the churches to be seen—if you do not love, what you do has no value, my children. Honor your name: love, union, and peace. See if you can meditate on these words, my children. And pray much. Watch over the priests. My Heart loves them. Poor souls, how they respond to that love!
I bless you, my children, as the Father blesses you through the Son and with the Holy Spirit. Farewell!