My Mother, Mother of the first fruits.
Dear little son, I have set you apart from the world; although you live in the world, you do not live for or like the world. Little son, I have called and consecrated you to a life of pain and love, in one word, "victim soul" of Our Two Hearts. Every pain and suffering of yours, my son, hasten the soon Triumph of the Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary and the Advent of my Eucharistic Reign.
Son, you are the first fruits, the victim souls, apostles of the End Times, and consolers of Our Two Hearts, are first fruits, are sacrifices, the first offering, the first burnt offering, the first holocaust, as my people did, the first and the best for my Father.
Now, son, at this time, my Mother is the Mother of these first fruits. My Mother is the one who surrenders and gives herself together with my victim souls, her first fruits. My Mother is calling and gathering the first fruits, the souls that will be offered through my Mother's Heart.
My Mother who will deliver and is already delivering from her own Most Pure Hands, all the first fruits that are the victim souls, in her Sacrifice of praise and consolation to the Father, together with the Son, with the Holy Spirit. Little son, be a first fruit; be my consoling soul.
I love and bless you.
In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Hail Mary Most Pure, conceived without original sin.
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