Message on July 29, 1988
I suffered the pains of delivery and the pains of an
unborn baby who was struggling and screaming to avoid being killed.
It was Friday, a day of rest, but, in the morning, there
were thirteen visitors who had leprosy. Despite the pains, I went out
supported by others and shook and kissed their hands. I prayed for them
While I was struggling with pains alone in the room, two
volunteer helpers came to say Goodbye to me before starting their
journey home. It was 3:40 p.m. My abdomen was becoming larger and the
pains of delivery and of an unborn baby began. I entered an ecstasy and
heard the Blessed Mother speaking.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
My beloved daughter! Can you receive more pain?
Julia: Yes, Mother! I will receive any pain, as
long as it can help them be saved.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Thank you, my daughter! Today five thousand souls will
repent and be offered to the Lord thanks to your sufferings. We need to
let many souls know that we are suffering for them.
Also, many souls will also receive the grace of repentance
by learning about the images of aborted children. Because they mercilessly
commit murders and yet do not know they are murderers, they are
unfortunately walking on the road to hell. These little lives are deprived
of their human dignity and receive the terrible punishments that their
parents deserve. Aren't these punishments too cruel for them?
I am overcome with sorrows, because these innocent and
precious lives given by God are cruelly trampled, brutally kneaded,
crushed, torn, and killed by the reasons of their parents' ignorance and
Therefore, I want to show you the scene of a little baby
begging for its life and, thereby, convert many sinners and bring them
back to me. Tell everyone that a little life is not a bloody lump, but has
a life flowing in it from the moment of conception in the mother's womb.
Julia: Yes, Mother! May all the things that you
wish be done!
Pains started, as my posture became that of an unborn baby
with two arms crossed, two hands holding knees, and crouched legs and I
began feeling nausea.
There were countless loud screams by the unborn baby
because of the pain caused by the steel stick pricking the baby to kill
it. "No! No! No!" it was a desperate crying out. It was hard to
describe the baby's screams.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" These little life was
trying to avoid the steel stick calling its mother countless times. It was
no less than the pains in hell. With the posture of a baby, I was
endlessly jumping and rolling around in the room and writhing in pains.
The volunteer helpers could not handle me and, so, called several other
helpers to help. They all became exhausted.
An unborn child who wants to live implores its mother.
Baby: Mommy, No! Mommy, No! Mommy, No! I want to
live! Mommy, let me live! Mommy, let me live! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!! . . .
Repeating these screams countless times, the baby was
running around for life. Actually, I had not eaten that day and was
completely exhausted. Those who were in the room said that if it were not
for a supernatural mystery, I could not have jumped around so forcefully
for three hours. I suffered the unborn baby's pains of being killed after
struggles four times . . . . Those who were in the room said that they
wept so much that they could not even pray.
Julia: Praise and glory be to the Lord . . . !