Portuguese Woman's Vision After 13-Day Fast

The vision after 13 days of fasting, a warning for the world. I fasted for 13 days. It was an intense fast with nothing but water and prayer. On the 13th day, God showed me something that I was not supposed to keep to myself. I was supposed to share it. That is why I am here.

Everything will begin in France. Then it will spread to the United States, then to Mexico, and eventually throughout the entire world. Just as it happened during the pandemic, one country will be affected, then another, and then another. But I am not talking about a disease. It is not a virus, and it is not something that spreads through the air. It is something else entirely. I am going to explain everything I saw carefully and in detail.

My name is Elena Marcus. I'm Portuguese. I was born in a small village near Viseu, in the interior of Portugal, and I still live here today. I have been a God-fearing woman since childhood. My mother raised me that way, and I have never abandoned my faith. I attend church, read my Bible every day, and pray in the morning and at night. I never neglect it, and whenever I feel that something is wrong, I do what my mother used to do. I fast.

I know that some people will hear this story and say that it was simply the result of weakness. 13 days without food, and the woman started seeing things. I understand. If someone else were telling this story, I might think the same thing. But I ask you to listen until the end. Afterward, each person can decide what to do with what they have heard.

There is something else I need to tell you right away. It has already begun. Anyone who has been following what is happening in France can already see it. Streets filled with angry people, cars burning, shops being destroyed, police everywhere, and hundreds of people being arrested in a single day. Many people see these events and think they are nothing more than protests. They believe it is just politics and that everything will soon return to normal. I used to think the same way until God showed me what comes next.

Let me tell you how everything began. My mother's name was Maria de Deus. She was a simple country woman. My father worked in the vineyards and he died when I was still a child. My mother was left alone to raise me and my brother, Joaquim. She worked in the fields all day and even when she came home exhausted, she knelt beside her bed every night to pray. Then, in the early hours of the morning, before leaving for the fields, she would pray again. I could hear her voice through the wall. She prayed for me, for Joaquim, for our neighbors, and for everyone in the village, mentioning each person by name.