May 13-14-15, 1949prev home next
Our Lady (who continued under the aspect of Fatima, in view of her position high in the holm-oak, but was different because She was wearing an ash-gray mantle, almost penitential, and was holding a book also with an ash-gray covering) was gazing with a pained expression, once again towards the east, but towards the ground.
I did not ask Her any questions on the first and the second, but on the third, I did.
She replied, “I am looking at a prison, in a cell in Hungary. I am looking at a servant of my Son and praying for him.... But it is less of an affliction to look at the persecuted one than to bear in mind - even without looking at them - other hearts of the consecrated who are not persecuted, except by their ill will.... I also pray for them, but... what an effort I have to make! Like the words spoken by the betrayer Apostle on that Friday morning. My final, futile words to the impenitent one.... I am wearing the clothing of penance for this reason. They are forcing the Mother into mourning, believe me.... And I am holding this in my hands (She pointed to the book) to cleanse it of their dust, which has made it so gray,” and She wept.