My Sister Angela Helps Me with the Holy Souls
This morning, the Angel came and took me to Purgatory. We suddenly found ourselves in a room with beds and there I met a group of men. The room had an enormous amount of filth.
My sister Angela came to help me clean this room. While the men stood to the side, we began sweeping out the filth and dirt with our big brooms.
Angela kept opening the door to the room. I said to her, “Stop opening the door! Everybody can see how much filth there is.”
“Who did all this?” I asked her.
As we cleaned, my sister and I listened to the men criticising other men and laughing at them. This behaviour of criticising is something they must have done while they were alive.
Angela said to me, “Did you hear what they said?”
“Don’t worry. Ignore them,” I replied. “Don’t even listen. I don’t even take notice of them.”
After we finished sweeping the dirt, I said to Angela, “Now we can open the door to throw out this dirt.”
My sister, Angela, who died two years ago, came to help me clean the sins these men committed during their lives.