On a slope in the Cova da Iria, the three children were playing, building a little stone wall around a clump of furze. Suddenly we saw a flash of lightning.
"We'd better go home, " I said to my cousins. "that's lightning; we may have a thunderstorm." They all agreed to go home when they saw another flash of lightning. And before them stood a Lady all dressed white. She was more brilliant than a crystal glass filled with sparkling water, with the rays the burning sun shining through it.
We stood just a few feet from her, we were bathed in the light which surrounded her, or rather radiated from her. Our Lady spoke to us: "Do not be afraid, I will do you no harm."
"Where are you from?" "I am from heaven."
"What do you want of me?" "I have come to ask you to come here for six months in succession, on the 13th day, at this same hour. Later on, I will tell you who I am and what I want. Afterwards, I will return here yet a seventh time."
"Shall I go to heaven too?" "Yes, you will."
"And Jacinta?" "She will go also."
"And Francisco?" "He will go there too, but he must say many Rosaries."
Then I remembered to ask about two girls who had died recently. They were friends of mine and used to come to my home to learn weaving with my eldest sister. "Is Maria das Neves in heaven?" "Yes, she is." (I think she was about 16 years old.) "And Amelia?" "She will be in purgatory until the end of the world." ((It seems to me that she was between 18 and 20 years of age.)
"Are you willing to offer yourselves to God and bear all the sufferings He wills to send you, as an act of reparation for the sins by which He is offended, and of supplication for the conversion of sinners?" "Yes, we are willing."
"Then you are going to have much to suffer, but the grace of God will be your comfort."
As She pronounced these last words, "...the grace of God will be your comfort," Our Lady opened her hands for the first time, communicating to us a light so intense that, as it streamed from her hands, its rays penetrated our hearts and the innermost depths of our souls, making us see ourselves in God, Who was that light more clearly than we see ourselves in a mirror. Then, moved by impulse that was also communicated to us, we fell on our knees, repeating in our hearts:
"O Most Holy Trinity, I Adore You!
My God, My God,
I love You in the Most Blessed Sacrament."
(Known as the Eucharistic Prayer)
After a few moments, Our Lady spoke again: "Pray the Rosary every day, in order to obtain peace for the world, and the end of the war."
Then She began to rise serenely, going up towards the east, until she disappeared in the immensity of space. The light the surrounded her seemed to open up a path before her into
the firmament, and for this reason we sometimes said that we saw heaven opening.