He was tortured and killed in the cruellest way. My heart was broken. I cried for him but I could not intervene. How far my children had fallen from the time when I created Adam and Eve in my own image!
My beloved son Jesus, in the midst of his greatest sufferings on the cross, showed the deepest and unconditional love. He excused them, asking me to forgive the people who were crucifying him. This was the greatest love. At this point Satan, could only take his body and let the spirit of Jesus come to me.
With such a condition, I could resurrect my son. He won over Satan and could start a new dispensation to save all of humanity.

His resurrection was not physical, but spiritual. He looked for his apostles again and brought them together to Jerusalem. During his 40 days before ascending to heaven, he appeared to his closest friends trying to revive in them their lost faith, because of his death. Finally, he came to the spirit world, opening the gate to Paradise.
The disciples felt like orphans. They were afraid and insecure. They had a father but not a mother. They needed to be reborn in their faith. They waited in prayer together with other women, Mary, the mother of Jesus and his brothers.
Finally, the Holy Spirit came in the form of tongues of fire on each one of them.
Centred on Me, Jesus as Father and the Holy Spirit as Mother, the disciples could find their spiritual parents and spread the good news over the world preparing humanity to receive the returning Lord in a proper way.