In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
The Mother of God stands atop a sand dune. Below, at Her feet, there are several perforated vessels. Water seeps through the cracks. I can read on the labels: Doha (Qatar), Dubai (UAE), Jebel Ali (UAE), The Palm (UAE), Basra (Iraq), Erbil (Iraq), Ahwaz (Iran), Isfahan (Iran), Darbandikhan (Iraq).
The Blessed Virgin Mary points Her finger at the water escaping from these jars.
The Angel of Mercy appears beside the jars and places other jars under his mantle. I can see the names Manama (Bahrain), Fujairah (UAE), Sulaymaniyah (Iraq).
Like the other vessels, these too are pierced, and the water spills onto the sand.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Our Lady: Praised be My Son Jesus!
Henri: May He be praised forever!
Our Lady: Dear children, I have come to instill in you the fervor to draw closer to My Son Jesus. When you pray to Him, you become more beautiful. The future should not be a source of anguish. If you love My Son Jesus, desire Him. He will bring you peace.
Always say: “O my Jesus, my soul thirsts for You.”
It is time to quench your thirst like the fawn that comes to drink at the spring.
The events of the world, whether joyful or tragic, must be viewed through the eyes of Faith. To scrutinize the times and their signs is a primary duty. Have you understood, My Son, what I have shown you?
A major water crisis is unfolding in the Levant.
This vital need becomes a tool of pressure.
Amid the ruins, children will weep in their mothers’ arms, the scorching dust beneath their feet, their lips parched.
Dear children, do not relegate the Message I send you to the yellowed pages of History.
It is the cry of a Mother in the face of the precariousness of human existence. I invite you to become fertile places, where you are capable of forgiving, of giving without counting the cost, and of being merciful.
The people of the Levant aspire to a better future.
But in the face of great tensions, there will be bitter tears, withering harvests, and immediate humanitarian consequences.
Pray, My children.
Peace seems to have vanished from all over this Earth.
War, weapons, and death have become commonplace.
Open your hearts and become, in response to My Call, the most precious treasure that will reveal My final Plan.
The flowers in spring will show their splendor.
If you listen to Me, the most beautiful ones will reveal themselves to you.
Continue on this path and persevere until March 18.
What My Son Jesus desires to hear is your thirst for Him.
The degradation of wetlands is already exacerbating rivalries.
It is a war over water that begins in the land of the rising sun.
Make your neighborhoods centers of prayer, where My title is invoked and where Reparation is lived.
I have not forgotten the Italian nation.
My Plan will extend over the Land of the Olive Trees; therefore, My Son, I ask you to open, in the place I have shown you, this building that will become an oasis for this Nation.
The hour of My departure is drawing near. Do not be troubled, even if times grow hard.
If you have trust in Him who can do all things, the impossible will happen.
But pray. Make reparation.
I thank you for coming, for having dedicated these days of prayer and song to Me.
Bow your heads.
Your Mother’s blessing descends upon you.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
I thank you for having responded to My Call.
Until very soon.
Shalom.
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