“Angel of Peace” at Fatima gave visionaries a special prayer to heal the world…Say this prayer three times to repair your soul. The Holy Father desires this “in reparation for the outrages, sacrileges and indifference with which He Himself is offended.”

While we were there, the Angel appeared to us for the third
time, holding a chalice in his hands, with a host above it from which
some drops of blood were falling into the sacred vessel. Leaving
the chalice and the host suspended in the air, the Angel prostrated
on the ground and repeated this prayer three times:
“Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I adore You
profoundly, and I offer You the most precious Body, Blood, Soul
and Divinity of Jesus Christ, present in all the tabernacles of the
world, in reparation for the outrages, sacrileges and indifference
with which He Himself is offended. And, through the infinite merits
of His most Sacred Heart, and the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I beg
of You the conversion of poor sinners.”
Then, rising, he once more took the chalice and the host in his
hands. He gave the host to me, and to Jacinta and Francisco he
gave the contents of the chalice to drink, saying as he did so: “Take
and drink the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ, horribly outraged by
ungrateful men. Repair their crimes and console your God.” Once
again, he prostrated on the ground and repeated with us three
times more, the same prayer “Most Holy Trinity…”, and then disappeared.

 

Apparitions of the Angel – “Do not be afraid. I am the Angel of Peace. Pray with me.”

Although I cannot give the exact date, it seems to me that it
was in 1915 that the first Apparition took place.  We were just about to
start praying the Rosary when I saw, poised in the air above the
trees that stretched down to the valley which lay at our feet, what
appeared to be a cloud in human form, whiter than snow and almost transparent. My companions asked me what it was. I replied
that I did not know. This happened on two further occasions, but
on different days.
This Apparition made a certain impression upon me, which I
do not know how to explain. Little by little, this impression faded
away, and were it not for the events that followed, I think I would
have forgotten it completely.
The dates I cannot set down with certainty, because, at that
time, I did not know how to reckon the years, the months, or even
the days of the week. But I think it must have been in the spring of
1916 that the Angel appeared to us for the first time in our Loca do
Cabeço.
As I have already written in my account of Jacinta, we climbed
the hillside in search of shelter. After having taken our lunch and
said our prayers, we began to see, some distance off, above the
trees that stretched away towards the east, a light, whiter than snow,
in the form of a young man, transparent, and brighter than crystal
pierced by the rays of the sun. As he drew nearer, we could distinguish his features more and more clearly. We were surprised, absorbed, and struck dumb with amazement.
On reaching us, he said:
“Do not be afraid. I am the Angel of Peace. Pray with me.”
Kneeling on the ground, he bowed down until his forehead
touched the earth. Led by a supernatural impulse, we did the same,
and repeated the words which we heard him say:
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“My God, I believe, I adore, I hope and I love You! I ask pardon
of You for those who do not believe, do not adore, do not hope and
do not love You!”
Having repeated these words three times, he rose and said:
“Pray thus. The Hearts of Jesus and Mary are attentive to the
voice of your supplications.” Then he disappeared.
The supernatural atmosphere which enveloped us was so intense, that we were for a long time scarcely aware of our own existence, remaining in the same posture in which he had left us, and
continually repeating the same prayer. The presence of God made
itself felt so intimately and so intensely that we did not even venture to speak to one another. Next day, we were still immersed in
this spiritual atmosphere, which only gradually began to disappear.
It did not occur to us to speak about this Apparition, nor did we
think of recommending that it be kept secret. The very Apparition
itself imposed secrecy. It was so intimate, that it was not easy to
speak of it at all. The impression it made upon us was all the greater
perhaps, in that it was the first such manifestation that we had experienced.
The second Apparition must have been at the height of summer, when the heat of the day was so intense that we had to take
the sheep home before noon and only let them out again in the
early evening.
We went to spend the siesta hours in the shade of the trees
which surrounded the well that I have already mentioned several
times. Suddenly, we saw the same Angel right beside us.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Pray! Pray very much! The
Hearts of Jesus and Mary have designs of mercy on you. Offer
prayers and sacrifices constantly to the Most High.”
“How are we to make sacrifices?” I asked.
“Make of everything you can a sacrifice, and offer it to God as
an act of reparation for the sins by which He is offended, and in
supplication for the conversion of sinners. You will thus draw down
peace upon your country. I am its Angel Guardian, the Angel of
Portugal. Above all, accept and bear with submission, the suffering
which the Lord will send you.”
These words were indelibly impressed upon our minds. They
were like a light which made us understand who God is, how He
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loves us and desires to be loved, the value of sacrifice, how pleasing it is to Him and how, on account of it, He grants the grace of
conversion to sinners. It was for this reason that we began, from
then on, to offer to the Lord all that mortified us, without, however,
seeking out other forms of mortification and penance, except that
we remained for hours on end with our foreheads touching the
ground, repeating the prayer the Angel had taught us.
It seems to me that the third Apparition must have been in
October, or towards the end of September, as we were no longer
returning home for siesta.
As I have already written in my account of Jacinta, we went
one day from Pregueira (a small olive grove belonging to my parents) to the Lapa, making our way along the slope of the hill on the
side facing Aljustrel and Casa Velha. We said our Rosary there
and the prayer the Angel had taught us at the first Apparition.
While we were there, the Angel appeared to us for the third
time, holding a chalice in his hands, with a host above it from which
some drops of blood were falling into the sacred vessel. Leaving
the chalice and the host suspended in the air, the Angel prostrated
on the ground and repeated this prayer three times:
“Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I adore You
profoundly, and I offer You the most precious Body, Blood, Soul
and Divinity of Jesus Christ, present in all the tabernacles of the
world, in reparation for the outrages, sacrileges and indifference
with which He Himself is offended. And, through the infinite merits
of His most Sacred Heart, and the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I beg
of You the conversion of poor sinners.”
Then, rising, he once more took the chalice and the host in his
hands. He gave the host to me, and to Jacinta and Francisco he
gave the contents of the chalice to drink, saying as he did so: “Take
and drink the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ, horribly outraged by
ungrateful men. Repair their crimes and console your God.” Once
again, he prostrated on the ground and repeated with us three
times more, the same prayer “Most Holy Trinity…”, and then disappeared.
Impelled by the power of the supernatural that enveloped us,
we imitated all that the Angel had done, prostrating ourselves on
the ground as he did and repeating the prayers that he said. The
force of the presence of God was so intense that it absorbed us
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and almost completely annihilated us. It seemed to deprive us even
of the use of our bodily senses for a considerable length of time.
During those days, we performed all our exterior actions as though
guided by that same supernatural being who was impelling us
thereto. The peace and happiness which we felt were great, but
wholly interior, for our souls were completely immersed in God.
The physical exhaustion that came over us was also great.

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