in a long garment, walking in front of us.
It is a man’s figure, but completely spiritualized. He is carrying a very large Cross, it is dragging along the ground. His face I cannot see, it is all one blaze of light.
He is going into the world with the Cross.
But no one is following Him.
“Alone”, the Lady says to me.
“He is walking there, alone in this world...
"It is getting even worse until a certain moment when something dreadful happens, and all at once the Cross is standing in the midst of the world. Now they have to look, whether they like it or not.”
Then I see all sorts of strange images.
I see swastikas beneath the Cross, I see them fall. Then stars, they fall away. Sickles and hammers, everything falls beneath that Cross.
I see red, the red does not fall away completely.
The Lady says: “Everyone looks up. Now, all of a sudden, they want to, but at a cost… It was black on the globe, but now everything has brightened up. Now you see that everything passes, nothing lasts.”
All at once, I see the Lady again with the Rosary, and she says: “Keep on praying, the whole world!” She points at the crucifix, and says: “The whole world however will have to return to it - great and small, poor and rich - but it will take effort.”
Now I see the globe before me, and placing her foot on it, the Lady says: “I place my foot on the world. I will help them, and lead them to the goal, but they múst listen…”
~7/10/1945~
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