Our Lord is Preparing Red Crosses
This morning, I was taken by the Angel to a beautiful building set in a Heavenly garden. Everything was so vivid and full of life. As we entered, I noticed a few saintly ladies gathered inside, and a table nearby with some bread on it.
Suddenly, another door opened, and our Lord Jesus entered, approaching us. He held a red wooden Cross with purple edging in His hand and, lifting it for us to see, He said, “I want to show you the Crosses that I Am preparing, a project I Am working on.” He didn’t explain further and then left. The Cross was about twenty-five centimetres long.
Then a saintly man, dressed in a beautiful, shiny green-and-gold vestment, began distributing Holy Communion to those present. My sister Angela appeared and asked, “Why didn’t you go and receive Lord Jesus in Holy Communion?”
I said, “I’m not ready.” For some reason, I did not feel worthy to receive Holy Communion.
She said, “You should. You should go and receive Him.”
Suddenly, the distribution of Holy Communion finished. I didn’t see my sister anymore.
Among the other saintly people, I recognised a lady named Angela, whom I had known while she was alive.
I exclaimed, “Oh, Angela, you are here too! I am so happy to see you.”
While alive, she was quite wealthy, and I remember she always treated me with warmth and kindness. I had seen her before in Purgatory, confined to a tiny space, like a cubicle, standing upright and unable to move, the front sealed with sturdy wire mesh. This was part of her purification. Now, in Heaven, she radiates pure joy. I had often prayed for her, asking our Lord to show her mercy.
She said, “I made a beautiful bread for Easter. Usually, my dough doesn’t come good, but this time it came good.”
She gently broke the bread in half and gave me a small piece. As I held it, I said, “Angela, it is so light!” I tasted it and said, “This is beautiful!”
While I was talking to Angela, little children were running around us, their faces bright and smiling, playing with pieces of paper and nibbling on little pieces of bread from the nearby table. Then I realised that one of the children with golden curly hair, surrounded by three angels, was Little Boy Jesus. He was about four years old.
Suddenly, the children and Angela left. I looked down and noticed a small piece of bread left on the ground.
I said, “Oh, look at the little children, while playing around, they dropped the bread.”
I picked up the small piece of bread from the ground, kissed it gently, and was about to put it on a nearby bench when Lord Jesus appeared again, holding the Holy Cross in His hand.
I showed Him the bread and said, “The children dropped the bread.” I then placed it on the nearby table.
Our Lord did not comment, but again mentioned the red Crosses he is working on, and then He left through another door.
I felt I should have consumed the bread because it is holy.
Then one of the saintly ladies, dressed all in white, came over and lovingly embraced me.
She said, “You are a holy lady. I love you, I love you,” she kept repeating. I felt embarrassed.
She said, “I am going to take you home.” I did not know this lady.
Just as we were about to leave, our Lord appeared once more.
He said, “I would really like to join you, but I Am still preparing these Crosses. I Am still working on them.” He did not say why He was preparing them. I understood He was designing them. He then left.
We stepped out of the building, and to my amazement, a gleaming white convertible appeared before us. The saintly lady and I stepped into the car, joined by other saintly people and angels. We all stood together in the car as she started it.
To my astonishment, she spun the car three times, and I wondered if she knew how to drive at all. After the third spin, a beautiful, straight, tree-lined road appeared before us. She drove along the road for quite a long time, and then suddenly I found myself back in my room at home.
I did not understand why the car went around in circles three times.
Today, I offered the soul of this lady, Angela, at Holy Mass.