Attack from the devil the night before. Dream of desecration done to the Eucharist. Dream of the flesh. After visitation to Blessed Eileen O’connor’s tomb.
Jesus:
My child, come with confidence to the saints, ask them to pray for you, just as you pray for others. They are your friends, they form my body. My mother is the greatest saint of all, She is the masterpiece of my creation. She is the one that makes saints for me.
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Mother Mary
My child; be always in my presence, I will make you holy. I care for you.
Let us walk with Jesus.