| Reprinted
with kind permission from St. Joseph Publications from the book She Went in Haste to the Mountain (Book 1) NOTE: All excerpts from Conchita's Diary will be in extra-bold type |
Conchita's diary terminates her brief summary of the mysterious conversation on August 16th with the dead Father Andreu in these words:
On that day the Virgin told us that on the following day we would hear a voice.

'She said to us. Don't be afraid.'
Because it caused fear in the
girls and also because of the darkness that surrounded them, together with
the disappearance of the Virgin from view, one might say that it was a
voice of the evil one, the voice of the world of darkness, the powers of
evil, rabidly furious before this admirabile commercium that was
being established between the heavens and the earth. But the words of the
Virgin that Conchita relates in her diary, that we should not be
afraid., and that we should follow the voice, seem to rule out
this interpretation. Could it be that the girl is somewhat confused and
is not able to express clearly such an obscure matter? Someday — we hope
— a clarification of this mystery will come forth.
That day was not the only one on which the strange voice was heard.
At that time a person, who was to soon become one of the best witnesses of what was taking place at Garabandal, came up to the village for the first time. Her name was Maria Herrero Garralda, daughter of the Marquese de Aledo, recently married to Enrique Gallardo Rodriguez-Acosta. Highly educated, good-hearted and deeply religious, she soon gained the confidence of the girls and meditated on the profound scope of the events.
For some time she was content to keep it to herself, revolving in her mind and piously pondering over what she had seen and heard. But later, when the anti-Garabandal storm began gathering due to the prelates at the Santander chancery, she wrote down in French for the Holy Office in Rome, a memorandum of what she herself had witnessed. She did this on the advice of a Belgian priest, Father Laffineur, [Died on Saturday. November 28th, 1970, in France, where he had lived and worked for many years. He was a main figure in the European Garabandal movement, signing many of his writings and letters with the pen name Doctor Bonance.] and to him she directed the prologue:
«I present this little work. Now that I reread it, it seems very poor, and the reason for this is that it is almost impossible to put in words the feelings of the soul.
I am only mentioning here some
of the many — at least thirty — apparitions at which I participated at
San Sebastian de Garabandal, beginning on the 17th of August, 1961. I will
try to give an idea of those events, although it is impossible to express
everything that 1 have seen and heard. I wish to start this work with something
that Loli expressed to me on October 7th, 1962. If it could be
known how she loves us, we would have no other solution but to love
her very much too.

"They heard that strange voice for the first time ... a hiss or
a roar that cries, Come . . . Come . . . Come . . ."
We all ran toward the little square in the center of the village. There under the bright hot sun was Jacinta, walking very slowly, with her big doll in her hand, her head turned backwards, and that sublime expression on her face that cannot be described. Her family was following her in an attitude of great reverence. Maria, her mother, at one time wanted to take the doll from her hands; but Jacinta, absorbed in the vision, prevented her with a firm and brusque motion. Seconds later we saw the girl lift up her doll toward the vision, raising herself up as much as she could on the tips of her toes — aided by her two companions, Loli and Conchita, who held her up. Loli, who was as if overcome with joy on seeing her friend in a trance, took her by the arm and at that moment — with the rapidity of lightning — fell into ecstasy herself.
The two children, overwhelmed with joy, began to walk through the village, leaning against each other ... It was then that I heard for the first time that laugh of Loli in ecstasy that has always had such an effect on me. It was a laugh of glory, full of joy; but at the same time, quiet, reverent, mystical. It had nothing in common with this world, nor did it have the feeling of light-hearted laughter; it was as if permeated with the things of heaven.
The two listened and responded to the vision with a speech full of mystery, hardly perceptible.
We were running behind them when, near to the house that now belongs to Mercedes Salisachs, their expressions changed completely. And they began to shout out in a terrified voice, showing on their faces the greatest anxiety and fear. Who are you? Tell us. Who are you? They were like this for a few minutes that seemed interminable.
It was at that time that Maria, Jacinta's mother, told me confidentially, Yesterday they heard that strange voice for the first time. And they were very afraid, even though the Virgin had warned them, saying that they shouldn 't be afraid. It seems that the voice sounds from afar, as if it comes down from the mountains. It's like a hiss or a roar that cries, "Come , . . Come . . . Come . . . "»
In this case, perhaps we can attritube to this voice a
certain apocalyptic [Apocalypse
— Revelations — is
the name of the last book of Sacred Scripture. It is extremely difficult
to interpret. By means of figures, visions, and symbols, it gives the mysterious
course of the work of Christ on earth and His final triumph in order to
strengthen us for tribulation with the security that we are not alone,
and that the Hand of God holds a firm grip on the progression of events.]
sign, like the blast of trumpets in the 8th chapter of this unexplained
book when the action of heaven will accelerate its pace and deploy itself
against the power of the anti-Christ of this world and of the abyss. And
still more could the voice be related to that triple Woe, woe, woe,
which
will be poured out upon a mankind so wrapped up in the things of the world.
[And I beheld, and heard
the voice of an eagle flying through the midst of heaven, shouting: Woe,
woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth: because of the remaining voices
of the three angels who have yet to sound their trumpets.(Apocalypse
8:13) St. Jerome's Latin
vulgate gives these statements of the eagle like this, Vae, Vae, vae!]