I was raised Catholic, and I've heard enough of the lady of Fatima to make my ears bleed.

The first thing that comes to mind is the vision of Hell. This haunted me for years, and I suffered from scrupulosity as a result. That's a form of OCD where a person becomes fixated on their ritual duties and transgressions. (Martin Luther also suffered from scrupulosity, which was partly why he founded the Protestant Reformation.)

The Lady also had definite opinions on traditional gender roles for females. We were to remain celibate till marriage, then submit to our husbands completely—no birth control. We were not to wear short skirts, pants, or sleeveless shirts. We were to cover our heads in church -- some very devout women even covered their heads at all times.

We were to pray the rosary daily, wear a scapular (a symbolic monk or nun's garment, reduced to a string with two pieces of brown cloth about half the size of a business card and bearing sacred images), and go to Confession, Mass, and Communion on the first Saturday of each month for at least nine consecutive months. We were promised that if we did these things, wars and various other disasters would be prevented, Russia would be converted to Catholicism, and -- best of all -- we would not have to worry about going to the Hell that the children had seen in the first "secret."

The Protestants had a field day with all of this, accusing Catholics of relying on Mary rather than Jesus for salvation.

I don't remember much about kindness or peace in there. It was mostly a bunch of ritual stuff to worry about.