This morning, the souls came so close to me in my room that I could feel them touch my hair and face.
These souls did not speak English. They were mostly silent, but I could hear crying and lamenting. At seven in the morning, they were still in my room. Some faces came very close to me, and some touched my arm and my hair.
I told them, "Don’t touch me, don’t touch me."
These souls had died unrepentant, and were desperate for help. I offered them up to Our Lord. There were so many of them.
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