Medjugorje: the visionary Vicka tells us some secrets about the apparitions

Janko: And so the third morning came up, that is the day of the third apparition. The emotion, as you told me once, grew more and more, because on that occasion, as you say, you really entertained yourself with the Madonna. Were you therefore also more serene?
Vicka: Yes, of course. But there was still suffering, because nobody yet knew what was happening and what would come of it.
Janko: Maybe you were puzzled whether to go up there or not?
Vicka: Not at all! This no. We couldn't wait for six in the afternoon. During the day we hurried all over, to be able to go up there.
Janko: So you walked that day too?
Vicka: Sure. We were a little afraid, but Our Lady attracted us. As soon as we left, we were careful where to see it.
Janko: Who went on the third day?
Vicka: We are and many people.
Janko: Who are you?
Vicka: We are visionaries and people.
Janko: And you came up and the Madonna wasn't there?
Vicka: But nothing at all. Why are you running? First of all we walked on the path upstream of the houses, looking if the Madonna appeared.
Janko: And have you seen anything?
Vicka: But like nothing! Very soon there was a flash of light three times ...
Janko: And why this light? It is one of the longest days of the year; the sun is high high.
Vicka: The sun is high, but the Madonna with her light wanted to show us the point where she was.
Janko: And who saw that light?
Vicka: Many have seen it. I can't say how many. It is important that we visionaries have seen it.
Janko: Have you only seen the light or something else?
Vicka: The light and the Madonna. And what would only the light serve us?
Janko: Where was Our Lady located? in the same place as the first two days?
Vicka: Not at all! It was in a completely different place.
Janko: Higher or lower?
Vicka: Much, much higher.
Janko: And why?
Vicka: Why? You go and ask the Madonna!
Janko: Marinko told me, since he was with you that day, that everything happened under a rock, where there is an old wooden cross. Maybe on an old grave.
Vicka: I don't know anything about this. I've never been there before or after.
Janko: All right. And what did you do when you saw it, as you say?
Vicka: We ran on as if we had wings. There are only thorns and stones there; the climb is difficult, steep. But we ran, we flew like birds. We all ran, we and the people.
Janko: So there were people with you?
Vicka: Yes, I already told you.
Janko: How many people were there?
Vicka: Who counted it? It was said that there were over a thousand people. Maybe more; certainly many more.
Janko: Did you all run up there in the sign of light?
Vicka: Us first, and the people behind us.
Janko: Do ​​you remember who first came to the Madonna?
Vicka: I think Ivan.
Janko: Which Ivan?
Vicka: The Ivan of the Madonna. (It's about Stankoj's son.)
Janko: I'm glad it was he, who is a man, who got there first.
Vicka: It's okay; rejoice as well!
Janko: Vicka, I just said that as a joke. Rather tell me what you did when you got up.
Vicka: We were a little upset, because lvanka and Mirjana felt a little sick again. We then dedicated ourselves to them, and everything passed quickly.
Janko: And what was Our Lady doing in the meantime?
Vicka: It was gone. We started to pray, and she came back.
Janko: How did it look?
Vicka: Like the day before; alone, even happier. Wonderful, smiling ...
Janko: So, as you said, did you sprinkle it?
Vicka: Yes, yes.
Janko: All right. This is very interesting for me. Why did you sprinkle it?
Vicka: You don't know exactly how it happened. Nobody knew for sure who it was. Who said this and who said that. I had never heard until then that Satan can also appear.
Janko: Then someone remembered that Satan is afraid of the blessed water ...
Vicka: Yes, it's true. Many times I have heard my grandmother repeat: "He is afraid like the devil of holy water"! In fact, the older women told us to sprinkle it with blessed water.
Janko: And this holy water, where did you get it?
Vicka: But go! Why do you want to be an Indian now? As if I didn't know that in every Christian house there is blessed salt and water.
Janko: He's fine, Vicka. Rather could you tell me who prepared the blessed water?
Vicka: I remember it as if I saw it right now: my mother prepared it.
Janko: And how?
Vicka: And what, you don't know? He put some salt in the water, he just mixed it. In the meantime we all recited the Creed.
Janko: Who brought up the water?
Vicka: I know: our Marinko, and who else?
Janko: And who sprinkled it?
Vicka: I sprinkled it myself.
Janko: Did you just throw water at her?
Vicka: I sprinkled it and said aloud: «If you are Our Lady, stay; if you are not, go away from us ».
Janko: What about you?
Vicka: He smiled. I thought she liked it.
Janko: And you didn't say anything?
Vicka: No, nothing.
Janko: What do you think: at least a few drops fell on her?
Vicka: How not? I went up and didn't spare her!
Janko: This is really interesting. From all this I could deduce that you still use the blessed water to sprinkle the house and its surroundings, as was also used during my childhood.
Vicka: Yes, of course. As if we were no longer Christians!
Janko: Vicka, this is nice and I'm really happy about it. Do you want us to go on?
Vicka: We can and must do it. Otherwise we will never get to the end.