Jesus says:
“It is called the ‘Feast of the Holy Cross.’ It would be better to say the ‘Feast of the Sacrifice,’ for on the Cross there was an apotheosis of my Sacrifice as Redeemer. And on saying ‘of the sacrifice,’ one could say ‘of the Blood,’ for on the Cross I finished shedding my Blood to the last drop, to the point when it indeed is no longer blood, but blood serum: the sweating extreme of a dying body.
“How much blood, Maria! And I shed it everywhere, to sanctify everything and everyone. This suffering of mine and bleeding in different places also has its explanation, which you do not inquire into, but which I, for the feast of the Cross, want to reveal to you.
“I shed it at Gethsemane, the garden and olive grove, to sanctify the countryside and the works of the countryside. The countryside created by my Father with its harvests, its vines, its fruit-bearing plants, its minor little plants, but all of them useful to man, and whose use and cultivation the Father taught by supernatural instruction to the first men on earth. I shed it there to sanctify the earth and the workers of the earth, among whom the shepherds of the different species of animals granted by the Father for man’s help and sustenance are also included.
“I also shed my Blood in the Temple, for I was already wounded by stones and clubs, to sanctify in the Temple of Jerusalem the future Temple, whose cement was begun in that hour: my Church and all the churches, houses of God, and their ministers.
“I shed it in Herod’s palace, for all the kings of the earth, invested by Me with supreme human power for the protection of their peoples and the morality of their states. In royal palaces, too, I alone know how very much need there is to remember that only One is King: the King of kings, and that his Law is the sovereign law over the kings of the earth as well, who are such until I have to intervene to deprive them of the crown of which through either evident, personal sin or weakness - not material sin, but no less condemned and condemnable because it is the cause of so many ruins - they are no longer worthy.
“And I thus shed my Blood in the Pretorium, where Authority resided. I already told you, some time ago,163 what authorities, - power - are, why they are, and how long they are. What they should be so as not to be cursed by the eternal Judge can be obtained by them only through obedience to my Law of love and justice and my Most Precious Blood, which eliminates sin from hearts and confirms spirits, making them capable of acting in holiness, even when events, permitted by God for the trial of a nation or for punishment of another nation, bring about a circumstance where the ruling Authority does not belong to the country itself, but to the country which is the victor or oppressor. In this case, above all, Authority should remember that it is such by God’s permission and always for a purpose based on the sanctification of both parties. Hence the need not to use power to damn oneself and damn the oppressed and dominated with a unjust abuse of power. I gave my Blood, sprinkling it like rain in the house of Pilate, to redeem this class on Earth, which has an infinite need to be redeemed, for since the world began, it has believed it could render licit what is not licit.
“I reddened the soldiers who scourged with an ever greater aspersion of blood to infuse into militias a sense of humanity in the painful circumstances of wars, accursed diseases which always reappear because you are unable to root out of yourselves the venom of hatred and inject yourselves with love. The soldier must combat - such is the law of duty - and he will not be punished for his combating and killing because obedience justifies it. But he will be punished by Me when he uses ferocity in his combating and takes the liberty of committing abuses which are not necessary, but which, on the contrary, are always cursed by Me because they are useless and opposed to justice, which must always be justice, even when a human victory proves intoxicating or racial hatred arouses sentiments contrary to justice.
“My Blood bathed the streets of the City, impressing footprints which, if they are no longer seen, have remained and will eternally remain present in the minds of the inhabitants of the highest Heavens. I wanted to sanctify the streets where so many people pass and so much evil is done.
“And if you think that my Blood, profusely bestowed everywhere, has not sanctified all the ministers of the Church and has not sanctified the royal palaces and authorities and militias and people and science and cities and streets and not even the countryside, I reply to you that I shed it just the same, though knowing that for many it would turn against them as condemnation instead of salvation, according to the purpose for which I shed it, and I shed it for those few in the Church, Science, Power, the Armies, the People, the Cities, and the Countryside who have been able to gather it in and comprehend its voice of love and follow that voice in its commands. Blessed are they, eternally!
“But the last Blood was not shed on the turf, stones, faces, and robes, in places where the water of God or the hand of man could wash it or cause it to be lost. The last Blood, gathered between the chest and the heart, which was already growing cold, and flowing forth for the final scorn - so that in the Son of God and of Man there would not remain a drop of vital liquid and I would really be the Lamb whose throat was cut for the holocaust acceptable to God - the last drops of my Blood were not lost. There was a Mother below that Cross! A Mother who in the end could clasp the wood of the Cross, reach out towards her slain Child, kiss his pierced feet, contracted by the last agony, and gather into her virginal veil the final drops of the Blood of her Son, which were dripping from my open side and streaming down over my lifeless body.
“My Mother of such great pain! From my birth to my death She had to suffer for this reason as well: not to be able to give her Child those first and last comforts which even the most wretched of the sons of man receives at birth and death, and out of her veil She had to make clothing for her newborn Son and a shroud for the Son who had lost all his blood.
“That Blood was not lost. It exists and lives and shines on the veil of the Virgin. Divine purple on the virginal whiteness - it will be the banner of Christ the Judge on the day of Judgment.”
163 For example, in the dictations of June 3, July 28, and, more broadly, July 29 and 30.