Visiting Souls in Purgatory with Blessed Mother
This morning I was taken to Purgatory with Blessed Mother and the Angel. We came to a ruined building.
Blessed Mother said, “Before we go inside, take this cover with you. It will protect you.”
She gave me a pale blue satin shawl, similar to a blanket. I carefully draped it over my left arm.
She said, “Come with me, and I will show you something, and you will see your suffering is not in vain. Come and have a look at what you are suffering for.”
We entered this horrible-looking and depressing building. There was no floor, only rubble. To my shock, there were stacks and stacks of bundles of clothing.
I turned to the Blessed Mother and asked, “Who packed all this clothing in here?”
She answered, “The souls in the building were so attached to material things of the world that they were carrying these bundles with them.”
At first, there was a small group of people coming around Blessed Mother and me, when all of a sudden, from this little group appeared multitudes of people, hundreds and hundreds of them.
I thought in amazement, ‘Where did they all come from?’
Farther inside, there was a table with cooked fish on it. The souls were grabbing the fish and eating it. They were very hungry.
I said to one of the men, “Have the courtesy—there are a lot of people here. Why are you taking all of the fish?”
He replied, “I am so hungry. Nothing will nourish me.”
Suddenly, a little man came next to me to my right and placed his arm around my neck and just started walking with me.
I turned to him and said, “Excuse me—I don’t like that! Take off your arm!”
He said, “I want you to help me.”
I said, “I will help you without you holding onto me.”
He let go, but he didn’t go far away. He was always nearby.
We kept moving through the ruins, nothing but ruins, so horrific. It was difficult to walk as there was no level floor.
I asked, “Blessed Mother, where did they come from?”
She answered, “You see the multitude of people waiting here. They all died unrepentant, and they cannot go to my Son unless they are helped and delivered. You see your suffering—that will help them.”
On Thursday night (2 July 2026), my room was filled with souls that died in the earthquake in Venezuela. They spoke to me in Spanish, which I did not understand.
I asked the Angel, “How do they know I live here?”
“Don’t worry,” He said, “They are directed to you.”
My room was packed with souls. Even my lampshade was black from them. They all died in the Venezuelan earthquake. I sprayed all of them with Holy Water and offered them to our Lord Jesus.
Today, in the Church as well, before the Consecration, I saw a dark haze floating a few metres above the congregation on the other side. These were souls waiting to be released. I could see their human features.
I said, “Lord Jesus, I don’t know who they are, but I know they are souls. I offer them under the Holy Cross of the Altar. Please be merciful to them.”
So, slowly, slowly, the cloud of souls became a little brighter and brighter, until I could not see them anymore. I feel like a magnet for these souls. The more they come to me, the more I suffer.