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MARIA VALTORTA

Only a few faithful lambs remain, ready to offer their necks to the knife of the sacrifice…

“(…) I look at my flock… Mine? No longer mine. You were my sheep, and you left my pastures…

Outside, you found the Evil One who seduced you, and you no longer remembered that at the price of my Blood, I had gathered you and saved you from the wolves and mercenaries who wanted to kill you. I died for you, to give you Life, and the fullness of Life as I have in the Father.

And you preferred death. You placed yourselves under the sign of the Evil One, and he transformed you into wild goats.

I no longer have a flock. The Shepherd weeps.

Only a few faithful lambs remain, ready to offer their necks to the knife of the sacrifice, to mix their blood—not innocent but loving—with my most innocent blood and fill the chalice that will be raised on the last day, for the last Mass, before You are called to the terrible Judgment.

Through that Blood and those bloods, at the last hour, I will be able to reap my final harvest among the last of the saved.

All the others… Will serve as straw for the devils’ resting places and as branches in the eternal fire.

But my lambs will be with Me. In a place chosen by Me for their blessed rest after so much struggle.

Their place is different from that of the saved.

For the generous, there is a special place. Not among the martyrs, nor among the saved.

They are fewer than the former and much more than the latter, and they stand in the middle, between the two ranks.

Persevere, you who love me.

That place is worth every present effort because it is the area of ​​the co-redeemers, at whose head is Mary, my Mother.

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