Colombian Woman Returns After September 26th Prophecy

Chapter 1: The return to the camera

I'm back. I didn't want to come back. I told myself I wasn't going to do this again. I told myself I had already done what God asked me to do. I had said what I needed to say. My part was finished. What happened next was up to everyone else. That's what I told myself. But I didn't sleep last night or the night before. I lay here in this room, staring at the ceiling, and the visions came back. Not new visions, the same ones.

But this time, there was something more. It was like watching a movie for the second time and suddenly noticing details you completely missed the first time. The details had always been there. I just didn't have the eyes to see them. And then God spoke to me again. It wasn't the way he spoke to me when I was lying on Dona Cecilia's floor when I was dead. It wasn't that voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once.

This time it was quieter, gentler. The way a father speaks to a child who is frightened in the dark. Not loud, not dramatic, just present, just certain. He told me I needed to come back to this camera. So here I am. Same room, same camera my neighbor and me. Same ugly wall behind me. And I need to tell you what happened. Everything. Even the parts that are going to make some people angry. Even the parts that will make some of you say that I changed my story, that I was wrong, that I don't know what I'm talking about.

I know what some of you are thinking. September 26th came and went. Nothing happened and I need to talk about that. But first, I need to

Chapter 2: Reflecting on the comments