Good Friday
During my morning prayers, Holy Michael the Archangel appeared. He looked magnificent, with shoulder-length, brown hair that would change to a golden colour, then to blonde, all glowing. Holy Michael is so down to earth, and he is kind and gentle.
Holy Michael said, “Our Lord sent me to tell you to come with me to visit souls in Purgatory.”
We came to a place that was misty and not very dark. I could see thousands of people anxiously waiting there. They were all looking at us.
Holy Michael said to me, “Valentina, these are the people for whom you prayed and suffered, and now they are here. They are waiting for a little bit more prayer and offering from you so that they can be lifted to Heaven for Easter.”
After a short pause, Holy Michael said, “We cannot stay any longer. We have to go. Come I will take you somewhere else.”
We then walked and walked until we came to a beautiful building. Holy Michael stopped. We were standing in the courtyard in front of this building. Suddenly, a very long silver sword appeared in Holy Michael’s right hand. At the same time, a much smaller silver sword appeared in my right hand.
I thought to myself, ‘What are we going to do with these swords?’
Smiling, Holy Michael said, “Let us practice!” We both started swinging our swords back and forth. He was swinging his sword so fast that I could hear the ‘swoosh’ sound with every turn.
I asked, “How come your sword is so big and mine is so small?”
He replied, “You know what we are doing here is just a little play, but in reality, I have the big sword to fight demons.”
Holy Michael then put down his sword and said, “We have to now step into this building. There is something there waiting for you that you have to do for our Lord Jesus.”
The wooden door of the building was open. We entered. I was awestruck at what I saw. The most beautiful red roses covered the whole floor. I could see three ladies, and they were collecting the roses and placing some in vases and gathering others into individual bunches.
One of the ladies standing closest to me removed a long-stemmed rose from one bunch, and said, “Valentina, we were waiting for you to come.” She then handed me the rose and said, “You have to take this rose today to church and offer to Jesus, to His Sacred Heart, to console Him. Tell Him that you love Him because He suffers so much for humanity. That will console Him.”
Soon after, Holy Michael brought me back home.
I attended the three o’clock Good Friday service and took with me three red dahlias from my garden and placed them in the church for our Lord.
The red roses in the building are symbolic of the Blood of our Lord Jesus shed for us, and they represent all the flowers that will be placed in churches on Good Friday all around the world.