So many times I pondered the great mysteries in which I was involved. Jesus, himself, was the greatest mystery, the great mystery of his origins, of where he came from and of his life with the Father, even before he was conceived in my womb.

As he began his ministry, this mystery was hidden, but gradually it would be revealed until the whole world would know that he was “The Word mad flesh who dwelled among us”. How all of this would happen or what part I would play in this was not clear to me, but the first manifestation began at Cana at a wedding feast. Jesus had already gathered some disciples but it was the beginning stage and they had no idea of his power.

Suddenly a crisis arose. The poor couple had no wine. Knowing Jesus’ power I presented the problem to him, “Woman”, he said, “My hour has not yet come”. The public ministry had not yet begun. The miracles had not yet come forth. Truly, this hour of manifestation had not yet come. Still, there was the couple whose wedding feast had run out of wine.

I believed and told the waiters to do whatever Jesus told them. First, I saw the headwaiter talking excitedly to the bridegroom. Then, I saw the waiters filling up the empty glasses. Jesus had answered my request.

Since then, how many requests I have asked of him, especially at the Battle of Lepanto, when the whole Church cried out to me by saying the rosary. This will happen again. When the West is again threatened by the Muslim invaders, my people will use the rosary to cry out to me. I will again go to Jesus and say, “They have no wine. They have no hope. They are filled with despair.” He will hear my voice. However, my people must begin now. They must use the rosary to intercede. Learn the rosary. Take up the beads and there will be more miracles. My Son never, never refuses my requests. Hasten world peace. Say the rosary. If not, peace will come but it will be delayed and many will perish.