"I was at the gates of Heaven and Hell"

Gloria Polo, a dentist in Bogota (Colombia), was in Lisbon and Fatima, the last week of February 2007, to give her testimony. On her website: www.gloriapolo.com, an extract (in English) of an interview you gave to Radio Maria in Colombia appears. We thank Mr. Ph. D. for willingly doing the translation for us.

“Brothers and sisters, it is wonderful for me to share with you in this instant, the ineffable grace that Our Lord has given me, now more than ten years ago.

I was at the National University of Colombia in Bogota (in May 1995). With my nephew, a dentist like me, we were preparing a lesson.

That Friday afternoon, my husband accompanied us because we had to get books from the faculty. It was raining a lot and my nephew and myself, we took shelter under a small umbrella. My husband, covered in a raincoat, approached the campus library. My nephew and I followed him, we headed for trees to escape the rushing water.

In that moment we were both struck by lightning. My nephew died instantly; he was young and despite his young age, he had consecrated himself to Our Lord; he had a great devotion to the baby Jesus.

Every day he wore His Holy Image in a quartz crystal on his chest. According to the autopsy the lightning had passed through the image; he charred his heart and went out under his feet.

Outwardly there was no trace of burns.

As for me, my body was burned horribly, both inside and out. This body that you now have before you, healed, is thanks to the grace of divine mercy. The lightning had charred me, I no longer had breasts and practically all my flesh and part of my ribs were gone. The lightning came out of my right foot after almost completely burning my stomach, my liver, my kidneys and my lungs.

I practiced contraception and wore an intrauterine copper spiral. Copper being an excellent conductor of electricity, it charred my ovaries. I therefore found myself with a cardiac arrest, without life, my body was shaken by the electricity it still had.

But this is only for what concerns the physical part of myself because, when my flesh was burned, in the same instant I found myself in a beautiful tunnel of white light, full of joy and peace; no word can describe the greatness of that moment of happiness. The apotheosis of the instant was immense.

I felt happy and full of joy, because I was no longer subject to the law of gravity. At the end of the tunnel, I saw like a sun where an extraordinary light came from. I would describe it as white to give you some idea, but in reality no color of this land is comparable to this splendor. I perceived the source of all love and peace.

As I rose, I realized I was dying. In that instant I thought about my children and said to myself: “Oh, my God, my children, what will they think of me? The very active mom I had been, never had time to devote to them! " It was possible for me to see my life as it really was and this saddened me.

I left home every day to change the world and I had never been able to look after my children.

In that instant of emptiness I felt because of my children I saw something magnificent: my body was no longer part of space and time. In an instant it was possible for me to embrace the whole world with my gaze: that of the living and that of the dead.

I could hear my grandparents and my deceased parents. I could hold the whole world close to me, it was a beautiful moment!

I realized then that I had made a mistake by believing in the reincarnation of which I had become a lawyer.

I used to "see" my grandfather and great-grandfather everywhere. But there they embraced me and I was among them. In the same instant we were close to all the people I had known in my life.

During these beautiful moments outside my body, I had lost the notion of time. My way of seeing had changed: (on earth) I distinguished between who was fat, who was of another race or unfortunate, because I always had prejudices.

Outside my body I considered people internally (the soul),. How beautiful it is to see people inwardly (the soul)!

I could know their thoughts and feelings. I hugged them all in an instant as I continued to climb higher and higher and full of joy. I understood then that I could enjoy a magnificent view, a lake of extraordinary beauty.

But at that moment, I heard my husband's voice crying and calling me sobbing: "Gloria, please don't go away! Glory wake up! Don't abandon the boys, Gloria ”I looked at him and not only saw him but I felt his deep pain.

And the Lord allowed me to return even if it was not my desire. I felt such great joy, so much peace and happiness! And here I am now slowly descending towards my body where I lay lifeless. It was placed on a stretcher in the Campus medical center.

I could see the doctors who were making me an electric shock and trying to revive me after the cardiac arrest I had. We stayed there for two and a half hours. Before, these doctors couldn't touch us because our bodies were still too conductive of electricity; later, when they could, they strove to bring us back to life.

I placed myself near the head and felt like a shock that violently entered me inside my body. This was painful because this sparked from all sides. I saw myself incorporated into something so narrow. My dead and burnt flesh ached. They released smoke and steam.

But the most horrible wound was that of my vanity: I was a woman of the world, a manager, an intellectual, a scholar enslaved by her body, beauty and fashion. I did gymnastics four hours a day to have a slim body: massage therapies, diets of all kinds, etc. This was my life, a routine that chained me to the cult of body beauty. I said to myself: “I have beautiful breasts, I might as well show them. There is no reason to hide them. "

The same for my legs, because I thought I had nice legs and a nice chest! But in an instant, I had seen with horror that I had spent my life taking care of my body. Love for my body had become the center of my existence.

Now, at this moment, I no longer had a body, no chest, nothing but a horrible hole. My left breast in particular was gone. But the worst was that my legs were nothing but open sores without meat, completely burned and charred.

From there, they take me to the hospital where they rush me to the operating room where they begin to scrape and clean the burns.

When I was under anesthesia, here I go out of my body again and see what the surgeons are about to do to me.

I was worried about my legs.

Suddenly I passed a horrible moment: my whole life, I had been only a "regime" Catholic: My relationship with the Lord was the Sunday Mass, for no more than 25 minutes, where the homily of the priest was shorter, because I could not bear more. Such was my relationship with the Lord. All the currents (of thought) of the world had influenced me like a wind vane.

One day, when I was already a professional dentist, I had heard a priest say that hell like devils did not exist. Now this was the only thing holding me back to attend church. Hearing this statement, I told myself that we would all go to heaven, regardless of who we are and I completely turned away from the Lord.

My conversations became unhealthy because I could no longer repress sin. I began to tell everyone that the devil did not exist and that this was an invention of the priests, that there was manipulation ...

When I went out with my university colleagues, I told them that God did not exist and that we were a product of evolution. But in that instant, there, in the operating room, I was really terrified, I saw devils coming towards me because I was their prey. From the walls of the operating room I saw many people appear.

At first, they looked normal, but later they had hateful, detestable faces. At that moment, out of a certain perspicacity that was given to me, I understood that I belonged to each of them.

I understood that sin was not without consequences and that the devil's most infamous lie was to make believe that he did not exist.

I saw them all come looking for me, imagine my fear! My intellectual and scientific spirit was of no help to me. I wanted to go back to my body, but that didn't let me in. I then ran to the outside of the room, hoping to hide somewhere in the hospital corridors but in fact I ended up jumping into space.

I fell into a tunnel that sucked me down. At first there was light and this looked like a bee hive. There were many people. But soon I began to descend through completely dark tunnels.

There is no comparison between the darkness of that place and the total darkness of the earth when the light of the stars could not appear. This darkness arouses suffering, horror and shame. The smell was pestilential.

When I finally finished descending these tunnels, I will land on a platform. I who used to declare that I had a will of steel and that nothing was too much for me ... there, my will was useless, I could not go back at all.

At one point, I saw myself open to the ground like a gigantic abyss and I saw an immense bottomless abyss. The most horrible thing about this gaping hole was that there was an absolute absence of God's love and this, without the slightest hope.

The precipice sucked me in and I was terrified. I knew that if I went in there, my soul would die of it. I was dragged towards this horror, someone had taken me by the feet. My body was now entering this hole and it was a moment of extreme suffering and fright.

My atheism abandoned me and I began to cry out to the souls of Purgatory for help.

As I screamed, I felt a tremendous pain because I was given to understand that thousands and thousands of human beings were there, especially young people.

It is with terror that I hear the screeching of teeth, horrible cries, and the moans that shook me in the depths of my being.

It took me years to recover because every time I remembered these moments, I cried thinking about their terrible sufferings. I understood that this is where the souls of suicides go, who in a moment of despair find themselves in the midst of these horrors. But the most unspeakable torment was the absence of God. God could not be perceived.

In those torments, I started shouting: "Who could have made such a mistake?

I am almost a saint: I never stole, I never killed, I fed the poor, I gave free dental treatment to those who needed it; what am i doing here? I went to Mass on Sunday ... I have never missed Sunday mass no more than five times in my life! So why am I here? I'm Catholic, please, I'm Catholic, get me out of here! "

As I screamed that I was Catholic, I saw a faint glow. And I can assure you that in that place the smallest light was the most beautiful of gifts. I saw steps above the precipice and recognized my father, who died five years earlier.

Very close and four steps higher, my mother stood in prayer, illuminated more by light.

Seeing them filled me with joy and I said to them: "Daddy, Mom, get me out! I beg you, let me out!

When they leaned towards the abyss. You should see their immense displeasure.

In that place, you can feel the feelings of others and feel their pains. My father started to cry holding his head in his hands: "My daughter, my daughter!" he said. Mom prayed and I understood that they could not get me out of there, my pain increased because of them because they shared mine.

So, I started shouting again: “I beg you, get me out of here! I am catholic! Who could make such a mistake? I beg you, get me out of here!

This time, a voice made itself heard, a voice so sweet that it made my soul tremble. Everything was then flooded with love and peace and all these gloomy creatures that surrounded me ran away because they cannot stand in front of Love. This precious voice tells me: "Very well, since you are Catholic, tell me what the commandments of God are."

Here's a wrong move on my part. I knew there were ten commandments, period and nothing else. What to do? Mom always spoke to me of the first commandment of love: I had only to repeat what she said to me. I thought of improvising and thus hiding my ignorance of others (commandments). I thought I could get away with it, as on earth where I always found a good excuse; and I justified myself by defending myself to mask my ignorance.

I said, "You will love the Lord your God above all and your neighbor as yourself." Then I heard: "Very well, did you love them?" I replied. "Yes I loved them, I loved them, I loved them!"

And I was answered, "No. You have not loved the Lord your God above all and even less your neighbor as yourself. You created a god that you adapted to your life and you only used it in case of urgent need.

You prostrated yourself before him when you were poor, when your family was humble and when you wanted to go to university. In those moments, you often prayed and knelt for hours to beg your god to get you out of misery; to grant you the diploma that allowed you to become someone. Whenever you needed money, you recited the rosary. Here is your relationship with the Lord ”.

Yes, I must recognize that I took the rosary and waited for money in return, such was my relationship with the Lord.

I was immediately given the diploma I took and the fame gained, I never had the slightest feeling of love for the Lord. Be grateful, no, never!

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I never had a thank you for the new day that the Lord gave me to live, I never thanked him for my health, for the life of my children, for all that he had given me. It was the most complete ingratitude. I had no compassion for the needy.

In practice, you placed the Lord so low that you had more confidence in the responses of Mercury and Venus. You were blinded by astrology, proclaiming that the stars directed your life!

You wandered towards all the doctrines of the world, You believed that you would die to be born again! And you have forgotten mercy. You forgot that you were redeemed from the Blood of God. Now it tests me with the ten commandments. Now it shows me that I pretended to love God but that in reality, it was Satan that I loved.

So one day a woman came into my dental office to offer me her magic services and I said, "I don't believe it, but leave this lucky charm here in case it works." I had placed in a corner, a horseshoe and a cactus, kept to ward off bad energies.

How shameful all this was! This was an examination of my life starting from the ten commandments. I was shown what my behavior had been face to face with my neighbor. I was shown how I pretended to love God while I used to criticize everyone, to point the finger at each one, I the most holy Glory! It showed me how envious and ungrateful I was! I had never felt gratitude towards my parents who had given me their love and made many sacrifices to educate me and send me to university. From obtaining the diploma, they also became my inferiors; I was also ashamed of my mother because of her poverty, her simplicity and her humility.

As for my behavior as a wife, I was shown that I always complained, from morning to night. If my husband said to me: "Good morning", I would reply: "Because this day is good when it rains outside." I also constantly complained about my children: It was shown to me that I had never loved or had compassion for my brothers and sisters on earth.

And the Lord says to me: “You have never had consideration for the sick in their solitude, you have never kept them company. You have never had compassion on orphans, on all these unhappy children. " I had a stone heart inside a nutshell. On this test of the ten commandments, I did not have a correct half answer.

It was terrible, devastating! I was completely upset. And I said to myself: “At least you won't be able to blame me for killing someone! For example, I bought supplies for the needy; this was not for love, rather for appearing generous, and for the pleasure I had in manipulating those in need. I said to them: "Take these supplies and go to my place at the parents 'and teachers' meeting because I don't have time to participate."

Also, I loved being surrounded by people who incensed me. I had a certain image of myself.

Your god was money, he still told me. You were sentenced because of the money. It is for this reason that you have sunk into the abyss and that you have turned away from the Lord.

We had actually been rich, but in the end we had become insolvent, penniless and debt ridden. In response, I shouted, "What money? On earth, we have left a lot of debt! "

When I came to a second commandment, I saw with sadness that in my childhood, I soon realized that lying was an excellent way to avoid mom's severe punishment.

I began hand in hand with the father of lies (satan) and became a liar. My sins increased like my lies. I had observed how mom respected the Lord and His Most Holy Name. I found a weapon for myself and swore His Name. I said: Mom, I swear to God that ... ". And so I avoided punishment. Imagine my lies, implying the Most Holy Name of the Lord ...

And notice, brothers and sisters that words are never in vain because when my mother did not believe me, I got into the habit of saying: "Mom, if I lie, that lightning strikes me here and immediately". If the words have flown away with time, it is found that the lightning has struck me well; he charred me and it is thanks to divine mercy that I am now here.

It was shown to me that I, who declared myself Catholic, did not respect any of my promises and how futile I used the name of God.

I was surprised to see that in the presence of the Lord, all these horrible creatures that surrounded me prostrated themselves in adoration. I saw the Virgin Mary at the feet of the Lord who prayed and interceded for me.

As for respect for the day of the Lord. I was pitiful and felt intense pain. The voice told me that on Sundays, I spent four or five hours looking after my body; I didn't even have ten minutes of action of grace or prayer to consecrate to the Lord. If I started a rosary, I said to myself: "I can do it during advertising, before the show". My ingratitude before the Lord was rebuked me. When I didn't want to attend Mass, I said to Mum: "God is everywhere, why should I go there? ...

The voice also reminded me that God watched over me night and day and that in return I didn't pray to Him for nothing; and on Sundays, I did not thank him and I did not show him my gratitude or my love. On the contrary, I took care of my body, I was a slave to it and I totally forgot that I had a soul and that I had to feed it. But I never fed her with the word of God, because I said that whoever reads the Word of God (Bible), becomes mad.

And as for the sacraments, I was wrong in everything. I said I would never go to confession because those old gentlemen were worse than me. The devil turned me away from confession and that's how it prevented my soul from being clean and healing.

The white purity of my soul paid the price every time I sinned. Satan left his mark: a dark mark.

Except for my first Communion, I had never made a good confession. From there, I never received the Lord worthily.

The lack of coherence had reached such a degradation that I blasphemed: “The Holy Eucharist?

Can you imagine God selling in a piece of bread? " Here was the state in which my relationship with God was reduced. I had never nourished my soul and even more, I constantly criticized the priests. You had to see how I devoted myself to it! From my most tender childhood, my father used to say that those people there were even more womanizer than lay people. And the Lord says to me: “Who are you to judge My consecrated so? These are men and the sanctity of a priest is supported by his community which prays for him, who loves him and helps him.

When a priest makes a mistake, it is his community that is responsible for it, never him. " At one point in my life, I accused a priest of homosexuality and the community was informed of it. You cannot imagine the evil I have done!

As for the fourth commandment "You will honor your father and your mother" as I told you, the Lord showed me my ingratitude face to face with my parents. I complained because they could not offer me all those things that my companions had.

I was ungrateful to them for all they did for me and I hadn't even gotten to the point where I said I didn't know my mother because she wasn't at my level. The Lord showed me how I could therefore keep this commandment.

In fact, I had paid the bills for medicine and the doctor when my parents were sick, but how I analyzed everything for money. I then took the opportunity to manipulate them and I had come to crush them.

I felt bad to see my father cry sadly because even though he was a good father who had taught me to work hard and to undertake, he had forgotten an important detail: that I had a soul and that for his bad example the my life had begun to waver. He smoked, drank, followed women so much that one day I suggested to Mum to abandon her husband. “You will no longer have to continue for a long time with a man like him. Be dignified, show them that you are worth something. " And mom replies: “No my dear, I suffer but I sacrifice myself because I have seven children and because at the end of the day, your dad proves to be a good father; I could never go away and separate you from your father; more if I left, who would pray for his salvation. I am the only one who can do it because all these pains and wounds that inflicts on me, I unite them to the sufferings of Christ on the Cross. Every day I say to the Lord: my pain is nothing compared to your Cross, so, please, save my husband and my children ".

For my part, I could not understand it and I became rebellious, I began to take up the defense of women, to encourage abortion, cohabitation and divorce.

When he came to the fifth commandment, the Lord showed me the horrible murder I had done by committing the most horrible of crimes: abortion.

Furthermore, I had financed several miscarriages because I claimed that a woman had the right to choose to get pregnant or not. It was given to me to read in the Book of Life and I was deeply mortified, because a 14-year-old girl had aborted my advice.

I had equally lavished bad advice on little girls three of whom were my grandchildren by talking to them about seduction, fashion, advising them to take advantage of their body, and telling them to use contraception: This is a kind of corruption of minors that aggravated the horrible sin of abortion.

Whenever a child's blood is spilled, it is a holocaust to satan, which hurts and makes the Lord tremble. I saw in the book of Life how our soul was formed, when the seed reaches the egg. A beautiful spark strikes, a light that is like a ray of sunshine from God the Father. As soon as the mother's womb is sown, it lights up with the light of the soul.

During the abortion, the soul moans and cries in pain and its cry is heard in Heaven because it is shaken by it. This cry resounds equally in Hell, but it is a cry of joy. How many children are killed every day!

It is a victory of Hell. The price of this innocent blood frees one more demon each time. I, I immersed myself in this blood and my soul became totally darkened. As a result of these miscarriages, I had lost the perception of sin. For me, everything was OK. And what about all those children whose lives I had refused because of the (contraceptive) spiral I used. And so I sank even deeper into the abyss. How could I say that I had never killed!

And all the people that I despised, hated, that I didn't love! Even so, I was a murderer because she doesn't just kill herself with a gun bullet. You can also kill yourself by hating, committing bad acts, envying and being jealous.

As for the sixth commandment, my husband was the only man in my life. But I was given to see that every time I showed off my chest and wore my leopard-print trousers I incited men to impurity and led them to sin.

Furthermore, I advised women to be unfaithful to their husband, preached against forgiveness and encouraged divorce. I realized then that the sins of the flesh are terrible and condemnable even if the present world finds it acceptable that we behave like animals.

It was especially painful to see how my father's sins of adultery had hurt his children.

My three brothers became certified copies of their father, womanizer and drinker, unaware of the wrong they did to their children. That's why my father was crying with so much regret that the bad example he had given had repercussions on all his children.

As for the seventh commandment, - do not steal -, I who judged myself honest, the Lord showed me the food was wasted in my house while the rest of the world was suffering from hunger. He said to me: “I was hungry and look what you did with what I gave you, how you wasted it! I was cold and you look like you were a slave to fashion and appearances, throwing a lot of money away in diets to lose weight.

You made a god out of your body!

It made me realize that I had a share of guilt in the poverty of my country. He also showed me that every time I criticized someone, I stole his honor. It would have been easier for me to steal money, because money can always be returned, but reputation! ... More I robbed my children the grace of having a tender and full of love mother.

I abandoned my children to go into the world, I left them in front of the television, the computer, the video games; and to silence my conscience, I bought them branded clothes. How horrible it is! What immense displeasure!

In the Book of Life everything is seen as in a film. My kids said, "Let's hope Mom doesn't come back too soon and there are traffic jams because she's annoying and grumpy."

In fact, I had stolen their mother from them, I had stolen from them the peace I had to bring to my hearth. I had not taught the love of God nor the love of neighbor. It is simple: if I don't love my brothers, I have nothing to do with the Lord: if I have no compassion, I have nothing to do with Him anymore.

Now I will talk about false testimonies and lies because I had become an expert in the subject. There are no innocent lies, everything comes from satan who is their father. The faults I committed with my tongue were truly frightening.

I saw how I hurt with my tongue. Whenever I gossiped, mocked someone, or gave him a derogatory nickname, I hurt that person. How bad a nickname can hurt! I could complex a woman by calling her: "the big one" ...

In the course of this judgment on the ten commandments, it was shown to me that all my sins had covetousness, this unhealthy desire. I saw myself happy with a lot of money. And money became my obsession. It is really sad, because for my soul the most terrible moment had been when I had a lot of money available.

I had also thought about suicide. I had a lot of money and I felt alone, empty, bitter and frustrated. This obsession with money took me away from the Lord and caused me to get away from his hands.

After examining the 10 commandments, the Book of Life was shown to me. I would have liked the right words to describe it. My Book of Life began when my parents' cells came together. At which immediately, there was a spark, a magnificent explosion and a soul was so formed, mine, created by the hands of God, our father, such a good God! It is truly wonderful! He watches over us 24 hours a day. His love was my punishment because He did not look at my body of flesh but my soul and He saw how I moved away from salvation.

I would also like to tell you that at that point I was a hypocrite! I said to a friend: "You are enchanting in this dress, it looks so good on you!" But I thought to myself: it is a grotesque dress, and she also believes herself to be a queen!

In the Book of Life, everything looked exactly the same and what I had thought of it you can also see the internal environment of the soul. All my lies were exposed and everyone could see them.

I often sailed school, because mom because mom didn't allow me to go where I wanted.

For example, I lied to her about a research job I had to do at the university library and in fact, I went instead to see a porn movie or to have a beer in a bar with friends. When I think that mom has seen my life parade and that nothing has been forgotten!

The Book of Life is truly beautiful. My mother used to put bananas in my basket for my lunch, guava paste like milk, because in my childhood, we were very poor. I happened to eat bananas and throw the peels on the ground without thinking that someone could slip on them and get hurt.

The Lord showed me how a person slipped on one of my banana peels; I could have killed her for my lack of compassion. The only time in my life that I confessed with regret and repentance, when a woman gave me 4500 extra pesos in a food store in Bogota. My father had taught us honesty. Going to work while driving, I realized the mistake.

"This idiot gave me 4500 more weight and I have to go back to his shop immediately," I said to myself. There was a huge traffic jam and I decided not to go back. But the remorse was inside me and I went to confession the following Sunday accusing me of stealing 4500 pesos without having returned them. I did not listen to the confessor's words.

But do you know what the Lord said to me? “You have not compensated for this lack of charity. For you, it was only money for small expenses, but for that woman who earned only the minimum, that sum represented three days of nourishment. "

The Lord showed me how she suffered from it, depriving herself of her two hungry babies for several days.

Then the Lord asks me the following question: "What spiritual treasures do you bring?"

Spiritual treasures? My hands are empty!

“What do you need, he added, to own two apartments, houses and offices if you can't even take them away, it won't be what a little dust?

What have you done with the talents I have given you? You had a mission: this mission was to defend the Kingdom of Love, the Kingdom of God ”.

Yes, I had forgotten that I had a soul, just as I could remember that I had talents; all this good that I have not been able to do has offended the Lord.

The Lord spoke to me again about the lack of love and compassion. He also spoke to me of my spiritual death. On earth, I was alive, but in reality I was dead. If you could see what spiritual death is! It is like a hateful soul, a bitter and disgusted soul of everything, full of sins and wounding the whole world.

I saw my soul that was externally well dressed and well, but internally it was a real sewer and my soul lived in the depths of the abyss. It is not strange that I was so acrid and depressed.

And the Lord said to me, "Your spiritual death began when you ceased to be sensitive to your neighbor."

I warned you by showing you their misery. When you saw television reports, the dead, the kidnappings, the situation of the refugees, you said: "poor people, how sad". But in reality, but in reality you felt pain for them, you felt nothing in your heart. Sin has changed your heart to stone. "

You cannot imagine the greatness of my pain when My Book of Life closed again.

I felt sorry for God, my Father, for having behaved in this way because, to redeem all my sins, for my salvation, all my indifferences and my horrible feelings, the Lord tried to wait for me to the end.

He sent me people who had a good influence on me. He protected me to the end. God begs for our conversion!

Of course, I could not have blamed him for condemning me. Of my own will, I chose as my father, Satan, in place of God. After the Book of Life closed again, I realized that I was heading for a well in the bottom of which there was a trap door.

In the meantime, I was rushing to start calling all the Saints in Heaven to save myself.

You have no idea of ​​all the names of the Saints that came to mind, to me who was a bad Catholic! I called Sant'Isidoro or San Francesco d'Assisi and when my list ended, silence fell.

I then felt a great void and a deep punishment.

I thought that all the people on earth believed that I had died in the smell of holiness, it could be that they themselves expected my intercession!

And look where I landed! Then I looked up and my eyes met my mother's. With great pain I cried out to her: “Mom, how shameful I am! I'm doomed, mom. Where I go, you will never see me again.

At that moment a magnificent grace was granted to her. She stretched without moving but her fingers began to point upwards. Scales painfully detached from my eyes: spiritual blinding. Then I saw my past life in an instant, when a patient of mine once told me. “Doctor, you are too materialistic, and one day you will need this: in case of immediate danger, ask Jesus Christ to cover you with His Blood, because he will never abandon you. I pay the price of His Blood for you. "

With great shame, I began to sob: "Lord Jesus, have mercy on me! Forgive me, give me a second chance! "

And the most beautiful moment of my life presents itself to me, there are no words to describe it. Jesus comes and takes me out of the well and all those horrible creatures flattened themselves on the ground.

When He laid me down, He said to me with all His love: "You are going to return to earth, I will give you a second chance."

But he made it clear that it wasn't because of my family's prayers. “It is right of them to beg for you.

This is thanks to the intercession of all those who are foreign to you and who cried, prayed and raised their hearts with a deep love for you. "

I saw many lights come on, like small flames of love. I saw people praying for me. But there was a much bigger flame, it was the one that gave me much more light and that shone more than love.

I tried to know who this person was. The Lord said to me: "He is the one who loves you so much, he doesn't even know you." He explained that this man had read a morning newspaper clipping.

He was a poor villager who lived in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada of Santa Marta (north-east of Colombia). This poor man had gone to town to buy brown sugar. The sugar had been wrapped in newsprint and there was a picture of me, all burnt as I was.

As the man saw me like this, without even having read the article entirely, he fell on his knees and began to sob with deep love. He said, “Lord, have mercy on my little sister. Lord save her. If you save her I promise you that I will go on a pilgrimage to the Sanctuary of Buga (located in southwestern Colombia). But please, save her. "

Imagine this poor man, he didn't complain that he was hungry, and he had a great capacity for love because he offered to cross a whole region for someone he didn't even know!

And the lord said to me, "This is loving your neighbor." And he added: "You are about to return (to earth) and you will give your testimony not a thousand times, but a thousand times a thousand".

And misfortune to those who will not change after understanding your testimony, because they will be judged more severely, like you when you return here one day; the same for my consecrated persons, the priests, because there is no worse deaf person than one who does not want to hear. "

This testimony, my brothers and sisters, is not a threat. The Lord doesn't need to threaten us. It is an opportunity that presents itself to you, and thank God, I have experienced what is necessary to live!

When some of you die and open his Book of Life before him, you will see everything as I have seen it.

And we will all see how we are, the only difference is that we will feel our thoughts in the presence of God: The most beautiful thing is that the Lord will be in front of us, begging our conversion every day so that we become a new creature with Him, because without him we can't do anything.

May the Lord bless you all abundantly.

Glory to God.