Our Lord Asks That We Make Monthly Confession
This morning the Angel came and took me to Purgatory. We visited many souls, especially priests.
These priests were poorly dressed in light grey-coloured monks’ robes with their heads covered. Some also had their faces covered because they were ashamed of the wrong things they did in the church while alive on earth.
While the Angel and I were amongst these priests talking to them, a beautiful young priest suddenly appeared wearing a long black cassock with a white surplice.
He came directly to me and hugged me. He said, “Valentina, I was sent to you by our Lord Jesus to tell you to pray very much for Cardinal Pell and offer Holy Mass for him.”
I said, “But he is in Heaven.”
“I know he is in Heaven,” He said, “But people still say bad things about him on earth, and he is very much not in peace.”
I said, “I know about that when people in Heaven are not at peace, because of what is said about them on earth.”
This young priest was very friendly and lively. He kept hugging me and hugging me. He did not reveal his name to me. While the other priests in this part of Purgatory were gathering around, he discreetly pointed towards them and quietly said, “Pray for them and help them.”
He said, “Do you know? Our Lord is now selecting and grouping people, and He wants them to make a monthly Confession. It is very important and urgent for this to be done, and only our Lord knows the reason why He is doing this.”
The Angel and I then went out of Purgatory and sat on a little bench. We sat there talking when a young boy came and stood behind us, holding a very unusual guitar similar to a mandolin but with no neck.
The young boy, who looked about sixteen years of age, was playing the instrument slowly and singing. The heavenly singing and music were so melodic and soothing to listen to, ever so beautiful—it brought me such joy and peace.
He smiled while singing, and I really enjoyed listening to him.
I turned around to watch the boy and said to the Angel, “Wow, this is so beautiful. It is so nice of that boy to sing.”
“He is not a boy—he is an angel,” said the Angel sitting next to me. “That is why we sat here because our Lord Jesus sent him to console you Valentina. Our Lord sent him for you.”
As he was singing, all of a sudden, a most beautiful perfume surrounded me.
I was so grateful and said to the singing angel, “Thank you very much. I am going to give you a little donation for doing that.”
The singing Angel immediately said, “No, no, don’t give me a donation. If you want to give a little donation, give it to the poor people, but I come to sing for you for nothing.”