I come into a magnificent garden -splendidly beautiful - completely different from what you see here on earth. The Lady takes me to a certain spot and says: “This is Justice, this they must seek outside, and it must be recovered, otherwise the world will be lost again.”
While saying this, the Lady points outside. It seems to me as if I could feel Justice. My hand hurts so much, and I cannot bear it, but the Lady smiles and pulls me along.
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We go to another part of the garden, and the Lady says - while moving her finger to and fro, as if in warning: “This is Truth. Listen carefully. Truth is also here inside, but not out there. Not at all”, she adds.
Truth comes over me as a feeling too. I want to shake off her hand, and I say: “It is so heavy.”
But then the Lady points something out to me, and it is as if I am above something with a bird’s-eye view. I raise two fingers, and suddenly I see our Pope, and beneath him the Vatican. Then I see the entire Church of Rome.
[vaticanus = lege heuvel, orakelplek]
In the sky above the Vatican, I see written in large and clear characters: ‘Encyclical letters’.
[littera encyclica = rondzendbrief]
“That is the good way,” the Lady says to me with emphasis.
“But they are not being lived up to,” she says sadly.
Once more I see the Vatican, and the entire Catholic Church around it. The Lady looks at me, and puts a finger to her lips, while saying to me: “As a secret between you and me,” and again she puts a finger to her lips and adds very softly: “not always there either.”
Once more she smiles at me.
She looks at me encouragingly, and then says:
“But it can be righted.”
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