How Much My Mother Suffered for Me for Being Rejected
This morning, while I was suffering a lot of pain, the Angel appeared.
He said, “Come with me.”
The Angel led me to a lovely place with a happy atmosphere, where I also met another Angel.
There were many people present here, all dressed in white. They were all seated at tables covered with beautiful white tablecloths. I thought it looked like a reception.
I said to the Angels, “Oh, what a beautiful and peaceful gathering.”
A lady approached us and said, “Come and sit here among the people. You can order whatever you like.”
I thought to myself, ‘What can I order?’
Then, without hesitating, I said to her, “I know what I want! I want ice cream—vanilla, three scoops with strawberry topping—real strawberries!”
The lady said, “But it is a bit expensive.”
I said, “It doesn’t matter. I will pay for it.”
I was thinking to myself, ‘But I had nothing with me. How am I going to pay?”
The white ice cream and the red strawberries represent the Body and Blood of our Lord. The three scoops represent the Holy Trinity.
I sat there looking at the other people seated at my table. The angels were seated to my left, and to my right was a mother, a father, and a little boy.
Then the lady came again and asked, “Can you all move to the other side?”
She indicated a more private area at the end of the room, across from where we were seated.
As the Angels and I stood up to move to the other side, so did the family seated next to me—they also came with us.
We had now moved to the other side, and while I was sitting there, I was looking at the little boy as he came to sit on my lap.
I said to him, “Oh, how cute you are!” He was about three to four years old.
I again glanced at the people sitting next to me, instantly recognising them. To my joy, I said, “Oh, that is Blessed Mother and St Joseph with little Boy Jesus!”
At first, I thought the little Boy sitting on my lap was just an ordinary child, but later when I recognised the Holy Family, I realised He is our Lord Jesus.
Blessed Mother sat next to me while St Joseph sat on her other side. She wore a burgundy-coloured tunic, slightly showing under a long, very white covering and a beautiful white mantilla.
Blessed Mother looked so sorrowful, with her head bowed down, tilted slightly to her left, and her hands gently crossed over her heart. I kept glancing at her, thinking, ‘Why is she so sad?’
The little Boy Jesus was sitting on my lap when a beautiful bunch of flowers suddenly appeared in front of us on the table. They were short-stemmed with a slight purple colour in the middle, and the rest of the flowers were all white. They were unusual flowers that I had not seen here on earth.
Then the lady came and asked, “Would you still like the ice cream with the strawberry topping?”
I replied, “Yes, yes and real strawberries for all of us.”
Little Boy Jesus became very restless and agitated, pushing the flowers on the table from side to side, knocking them over, almost squashing them—behaving like a child.
I gently said to Him, “No, don’t do that to the beautiful flowers. Look at what You are doing.”
He replied, “I Am so sad because My Mama is sad. My Mama is very sad.”
Blessed Mother was still sitting there with her head bowed down. I have never seen her look so sad. I was worried for her, and that is why I said to the little Boy Jesus, “Let’s make a beautiful bouquet of flowers together, and You give it to Your Mama, and that will cheer her up.”
He said, “No, nothing will cheer her up. She’s too sad. She is very sad.”
“Why is she sad?” I asked.
“She is sad for everybody. Nobody believes in Me. They don’t believe in Me and My Mama and St Joseph. They just ignore us and say bad things about us.”
Little Lord Jesus was really worried for His Mama, but nothing could make her happy. She was holding her head down and her hands on her Immaculate Heart. She was ever so sorrowful.
St Joseph was very close to her, protecting and supporting her, but he didn’t speak. He was just sitting there.
But the little One was really restless.
He said, “Pray. Pray for people because they hurt My Mama very much.”
The ice cream I ordered never came.
Then I came back to my room. Seeing Blessed Mother in deep sorrow impressed her pain upon my heart.
I asked her, “Blessed Mother, why are you so sad?
She answered, “Look around the world and see how my Son is rejected. They don’t want Him. They live godless.”
Blessed Mother is not sad for herself but for her Son. That is why He appeared as a little Boy. She pleaded for Him as a little child, but He is really God and Creator. I was very, very sad that I could not help Him.
I said to Him, “Lord Jesus, we love you here on earth, and there are a lot of people who love you very much, and I know a lot of people who love you truly. Maybe through that, You will receive a little consolation.”