Our Lady of Fátima is a title given to the Blessed Virgin Mary due to her apparitions to three shepherd children at Fátima, Portugal, on the 13th day of six consecutive months in 1917, starting on May 13. In Portugal, she is known as ”Nossa Senhora de Fátima”. The three children were Lúcia Santos and her cousins, siblings Jacinta and Francisco Marto. In Fatima, Portugal, in May 2000, H. H. John Paul II beatified Jacinta and Francisco, who had seen the Virgin Mary. Lucia died at the age of 97, on February 13, 2005.
I had a locution on May 17, 2019, from the Blessed Mother:
“I weep for the sin of abortion and hold the hand of my Divine Son and my Almighty Father, who are ready to chastise the world.”
I prayed with the Hispanic charismatic group of my parish in front of a 36” statue of Our Lady of Fatima, which had belonged to my late stepfather, who prayed the rosary and was a Pro-Life activist. In contemplation of death in a nursing home, I persuaded him to donate the statue to my church: “We do not have a statue and the Hispanic parishioners venerate passionately the mother of God,” I told him. I brought the statue to the parish, and the Hispanics held joyfully a special celebration for the blessing and enthroning of the statue.
They decorated it with flowers, invited a Marian guest speaker and brought a vase of flowers and a cake to the meeting, to honor Our Lady of Fatima. While the speaker addressed the group, I started to shake, and had an internal locution from the Blessed Mother. “Holy Spirit, please confirm that your divine spouse is giving me a message,” I silently prayed. The group immediately stood up and sang a hymn to the Holy Spirit – this is a real confirmation, I marveled! Then I narrated to them the Message of Our Lady of Fatima, and they praised God.
I asked for confirmation because I am a Messenger of the Holy Spirit for the End Times, all members of the Holy Trinity had communicated with me, but the Blessed Mother never communicated.
After the meeting the lady speaker talked to me about spirituality and my blog. An Hispanic collected metallic chairs the group had used for the meeting. In front of me a chair held on its seat a white rose. I asked him: Who left this white rose here? “I do not know, I did not see anyone with that rose,” he replied.
I brought the rose home for my wife, “the Mother of God sent you this rose. Keep it carefully even when it withers.”