“Again, in Fátima, I kept my secret inviolable. But the joy I felt when I said goodbye to the Bishop was short-lived. I remembered my family, my father's house, Cova da Iria, Cabeço, Valinhos, the well… and now to leave everything like that, once and for all? I wasn’t even sure where to go ...! I had told the Lord Bishop yes, but now, [I thought], I will tell him that I regret it and that I don't want to go away.”

“So solicitously, you once again descended to earth, and it was then that I felt your friendly and maternal hand touch my shoulder. I looked up and saw you; it was you, the blessed Mother, giving me a hand and showing me the way. Your lips parted and the sweet sound of your voice restored the light and peace to my soul: ‘Here I am for the seventh time; go, follow the path where the Bishop wants to take you. This is God's will.’

I then repeated my ‘yes’ (now with much more understanding than I’d had on May 13, 1917!), and while you again betook yourself to Heaven, as if at a glance, the whole series of wonders passed through my mind that I had been able to contemplate in that very same place just four years before.”