titicaca 1

Since I was little... 

I received Christian training in Catholic schools, which forever marked my consciousness, not only as a Christian but also as a human being. In elementary and high school, I was a student at a school of the Franciscan Missionary Sisters of Mary, which accompanied me for a large part of my life.

During my school years... 

I always had many perceptions, which I held secretly in my heart. 

Each Thursday, during recess [pauze], in the chapel of the school, the change of the Eucharist into the Blessed Sacrament took place. For me it was an incomparable ceremony. I would run to be there at three o'clock on the dot, in order not to miss not even a minute of that ceremony. 

I remember that the priest doing it also used the thurible [wierookvat], and that very specific aroma caused my consciousness to perceive from within me other realities, where I would see Christ, somebody who spoke to me, and would tell me that when I was older, He and I would work together for Our Father God.

I did not understand what He was really referring to... 

but I loved that being so much, that this did not matter. 

After the ceremony, I remained in ecstasy, contemplating the host, that golden and brilliant sun, that I then tried to place, with my intention, within my chest, so that it could remain there. 

I felt very protected and united with Christ, but did not understand how that was possible. An immense peace and gratitude was established within me.

On each side of the altar, there was a full-sized image. Looking at Him, on the right was Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and on the left, Joseph, His father. Before leaving the chapel, I would thank them both for being His parents. 

In reality, I didn't fully know what I was doing. 

I only manifested what I felt. 

I was 8 years old.

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