| 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 |
On October 30th — the last Saturday
of the month of the rosary — in that painful autumn of 1965, Conchita had
another encounter from above. She had gone to the church to make a visit
to the Blessed Sacrament [ «I found Conchita very
happy. In our conversation she mentioned that during the final days of
October, when she was making her usual visit in the church to Jesus in
the Blessed Sacrament, she had a locution in which the Virgin told her
that she should go up to the Pines on November 13th and should bring
the religious articles that she had ...» (Letter of Dr. Ortiz
to Fr. Ramón Andreu, dated December 13th. 1965.)] and soon
she felt a communication from the Virgin inside her, which not only consoled
her in what she was suffering by not being able to go to the convent, but
also notified her of a future meeting.

At the time Conchita wrote several letters; one of these was to a Mexican priest, Father Gustavo Morelos, dated November 8th:
<>«Dear Father Morelos:
The prediction was fulfilled.
The description of what occurred would be better left to Conchita herself: [We are accurately giving the text that seems the best, and which differs only in very small matters from others that were also written by Conchita.]
«It was a special apparition to kiss religious objects, later to distribute them, since they have a great importance.
I had a great desire for Saturday, November 13th, to come so I could see again the ones who had sown in me the happiness of God: The Virgin and the Infant Jesus.
It was raining; but it didn't matter to me that I was going up to the Pines in the rain.»
Going up alone to the Pines
— very sorry for my faults — I was saying to myself that in the future
I would not fall into them, since I was ashamed to present myself like
this before the Mother of God, whom my faults make suffer so much. And
I believe that mine are the greatest, since I have seen her.

Left Photo:: "a very sweet voice — clearly the Virgin's!" Right Photo:
"I come for all my children."
When I came to the Pines, I started taking out the rosaries that I was carrying. And while I was taking them out, I heard a very sweet voice — clearly the Virgin's! — easily distinguished from all others, calling me by my name. And I answered: What?
And then I saw her with the Infant Jesus in her arms. She came dressed as usual and was smiling broadly.
And I said to her, I have come to bring the rosaries so that you can kiss them.
And she said to me, I see that.
I had a Chiclet in my mouth, although I didn't chew it after I saw her, but stuck it against my cheek.
And she told me, Conchita, why don't you give up your Chiclet and offer it as a sacrifice for the glory of my Son? [The Virgin obviously did not condemn the use of the Chiclet as a fault. She simply invited Conchita — so devoted to her — to fulfill in this way the making of small sacrifices.]
Ashamed, I took it out of my mouth and threw it on the ground.
Then she said to me, Do you remember what I told you on your feastday, that you would suffer much on the earth. Well, I am telling it to you again. But have confidence in us and offer everything to our hearts for the good of your brothers; that way you will feel us near to you.
And I said to her, Oh, Our Mother, hove unworthy I am of so many graces that you've given me! And still you come to me today, to lighten the little cross that I have now.
— Conchita, I do not come only for you. I come for all my children, with the desire of bringing them to our hearts.
Give me all the things that you have brought so that I may kiss them.
And I gave them to her. I was also carrying a crucifix with me, and she kissed it and said to me, Put it in the hands of the Child Jesus. And so I did. He didn't say anything to me.
I spoke to the Virgin, I will carry this cross with me to the convent, but she didn't say anything to me either.
After kissing everything, she
said to me, By the kiss that I have put on these articles, my Son will
use them to perform prodigies. Distribute them. And I thought about
doing this.
Left Photo: "Tell me about my children!" Right Photo: "always with you, and with all my children."
After that, she asked me to tell her the petitions that other people had given to me; and I did this.
She continued: Tell me, Conchita. Tell me about my children! 1 hold them all under my mantle.
And I said to her: It's very small, it won't hold all of them. And she smiled.
— Conchita, do you know why I did not come personally on June 18th to give the message for the world? Because it hurt me to say those things. But they had to be said, for your own good; and if you accomplish the message, for the glory of God. I love you very much, and desire your salvation, to reunite you here in heaven around the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. You, Conchita, will you respond to us?
— If I were always seeing you, then it would be yes. But if not, I don't know, since I'm very bad.
— Do all that you can on your part; and we will help you, and also my daughters, Loli, Jacinta and Mari Cruz.
It seemed that she was with me a very short time. She told me also:
This is the last time you will see me here. But I will be always with you, and with all my children.
She also said to me:
As I have said before, it was raining very much, and the Virgin and the Child Jesus didn't get wet. When I was seeing them, I didn't know that it was raining; but afterwards, when I didn't see them, I was soaking wet.
I also said to the Virgin: Oh, how happy l am when I see you. Why don't you take me with you now?
— Remember what I told you on your feastday: When presenting yourself before God, you have to show your hands full of works done by you for your brothers and for the glory of God. Now, your hands are empty.
Nothing more. The joyous time had passed in which I was with my best friend and Mother in heaven, and with the Child Jesus. I have stopped seeing Them, but I haven't stopped feeling Them.
Again They have left in my soul a peace, a joy and a desire to conquer my faults and to love Them with all my strength!
Formerly, the Virgin told me that Jesus wasn't sending the Chastisement to torment us, but to help us, and reprimand us for not paying attention. He is sending us the Warning to purify us before the Miracle, in which He will clearly show the love that He holds for us. Because of this He wants us to accomplish the message.»
We are coming to the ending, and endings are tinged with sadness,
As she said to Conchita, «This is the last time you will see me here», the Virgin's voice had an ineffable sweetness.
What had begun four years previously with a blast of thunder on a sunlit day in June was coming to an end now, without fanfare, on a dismal overcast day in November.
«It was raining ... I went up alone . . . And the Virgin said to me ...»
There would be no more meetings at the scene where so many had taken place.
Yes, it was all over. Farewell in the rain. Why do wonderful things pass so swiftly?
When Conchita returned to herself and lifted her knees off the damp ground, when she became aware that she was alone beneath the Pines in the rain, she herself could not say if the drops of water running down her cheeks were raindrops that the clouds were weeping for an unhappy world, or tears that she was crying because she would never again see the one she had seen so often.
Certainly the girl was in no hurry to go down from the Pines after the vision was over. Her state of mind would not allow it. She had to remain there a while, alone with her feelings.
Sadly and poignantly, she arranged and put back all the rosaries distinguished by Our Lady's kiss. Then she took a few slow, sad steps toward the crest of the ledge on which the nine solitary pine trees have their roots, and near the cliff edge she paused. There, partially hidden in the mist and rain was the unforgettable panorama: the moun-tainpeaks. the steep slopes, the winding valleys, the woods and meadows with their lonely cabins; and nearer, at her feet, the village: her village of San Sebastian de Garabandal. Her village, which during those unforgettable years, seemed to have been the Virgin's village! Here Her merciful and smiling footsteps had passed; Here She had visited her poor and humble houses, her winding streets, her innumerable streetcorners, her church that knew her so intimately, her cemetery, that gathered all for the last rest.
How the Virgin had immersed herself in that village. As a Mother, for whom nothing about her children lacked interest. «She was interested in everything» — Conchita remembered with tears in her eyes — «even in our cows.»
Well could it be said that this was the most beautiful story of mankind since the time of Christ: the second life of the Blessed Virgin on earth; and words alone cannot adequately thank her for it.
After the farewell in the rain, all this has passed into history.
But of all this, now history, there forever remains something ineffably new and eternal here, that those will find who come with faith, and from which they can draw strength to uphold the highest hopes and the greatest love.
This is the last time you will see me here.
But I will be always with you, And with all my children.
Of all the words said at Garabandal,
these are the last and the best.
