**Message of January 6, 1983, Thursday**
**Feast Day: The Epiphany of the Lord**
**Prado Nuevo (El Escorial)**
**The Virgin:**
My daughter, my daughter, today is a very important day, my daughter, especially for children. I am going to ask you for a gift, my children: that all those who have not drawn near to the Eucharist, my children, prepare themselves and do so. Do not be Herods, my children; I want you to be Cyrenians so that my Son can hand over the Cross to you. I also want you to become like children so that you can be transplanted into the garden of the chosen.
My children, help my Son to unburden Himself of that cross which He constantly carries for the salvation of all souls. My children, the Eternal Father is waiting for you with open arms. Think, my children, that the Punishment is very near; amend your lives, make peace with God, my children.
I ask you for this gift, my children: that you be humble, humble in order to enter the heavenly mansions. It also pleases me, my children, that you hold vigils in reparation for all the sins of the world.
As long as men do not cease to offend God, the Punishment, my children, is at the doors of... *(Unintelligible word)*, my children. Make sacrifices, my children; pay attention to your Mother, for your Mother loves you with all her heart, my children. Look, my daughter, at how my Immaculate Heart is... What pain this Heart feels for all my children, for all of them without distinction of race, my children!
Remove a thorn. How few are being purified, my daughter!... Do not touch any more; these still have a long way to go to be purified, my daughter.
Write another name, my daughter. How many are being saved in the Book of Life!... How many are being saved, my children, through your prayers! Kiss the Book, my daughter…
Kiss the ground, my daughter... These, my daughter, are acts of humility that can, my daughter, help many souls. Pray, my daughter, for my consecrated souls; I love them so much, my daughter, and how poorly they repay me!
Drink, my daughter, a few more drops from the chalice of pain... There is little left, my daughter, of this chalice. I can no longer hold back the arm of my Son, my daughter. It is necessary to drain it to the last drop, to see if a third part of Humanity is saved, my daughter. How ungrateful they are! They take no notice of my messages.
I want sacrifice, sacrifice, my children. And you, my daughter, let yourself be humbled. Think, my daughter, that everyone who humbles himself will be exalted in the presence of the Father.
Offer yourself as a victim, my daughter, in reparation for all sinners. Kiss the ground again... Offer this, my daughter, for my consecrated souls.
My daughter, the Punishment is very near. Confess your faults, my children; draw near to the Eucharist.
Consider that, at any moment, the Son of Man will send His angels to reap the dry harvest of the Earth; and this, my children, can happen in a second.
I bless you, my children, as my Son blesses you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Goodbye, my daughter, goodbye.