Message on January 1, 2002 At about 10 a.m., I was praying together with several helpers under the Crucifix on the Blessed Mother’s Mountain. I prayed that, with the Precious Blood from Jesus’ Seven Wounds and the tears and tears of blood shed by the Blessed Mother, our souls and bodies that have become dirty with stains be washed and cleaned and that any blockages within us be opened so that we may work as humble instruments for the glory of God and the triumph of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, with healthy souls and bodies. I also prayed for graces upon the children who were not there but had been called by the love and graces from the Lord and the Blessed Mother and for equal graces for those who were against us. When I touched Jesus' feet with my hands, I saw a drop of blood formed on the middle toe on His right foot, which seemed about to fall at any moment. I was surprised and screamed, "Ah" As I was looking up from under the Lord's feet, the drop of blood dripped down toward my mouth, changing into the Eucharist. I was surprised and screamed again. I was wearing a flu mask because of the cold and windy weather, but Jesus in the Eucharist went through the mask and landed on my tongue. At that moment, I heard the kind and love-filled voice of Jesus.
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