Mary
In Jerusalem, the Last Supper took place
The first Mass was celebrated with grace;
It was filled with holiness and fervor
Even if my Son is the Divine Master,
He humbly chose to be the server;
Even if I am His Mother,
I chose to be the observer
While Jesus and the Apostles dined in the Upper Room,
The holy women and I dined in another room
I saw visions about the events in the Cenacle,
Which were sacred and incredible;
I lovingly talked to the holy women whenever they attracted my attention;
I drowned myself in adoration, meditation and contemplation
Until I received my Son in my First Holy Communion
The Angel of the Lord appeared before me,
And I received my Son's Blessed Body
Although I felt I was too unworthy to receive such a treasure,
I was filled with joy, reverence, gratitude and pleasure
After we sang a beautiful hymn,
The drink of sorrow and fear was filled up to my Heart's brim
Before Jesus left for Gethsemane,
He approached me and spoke to me
He assured me that He shall be with me in tribulation
And He declared that His Passion and death are necessary for mankind's salvation
I gave my Immaculate Heart to the Father,
I gave my blessing to the Divine Master
And I entrusted myself once more to the Holy Spirit, my Mystical Spouse
Then, the holy women and I went to Mary Mark's house