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March 2, 2001

March 2, 2001

(Message began in tongues as usual).

“It is time, My children to come with Me. Take My hand ---- come beneath My mantle. Listen --- hear ---- and see with your heart.”

(Visual): It’s very dark------- now, I can see. It’ about late afternoon. It looks like
Our Lord with some of His disciples (I believe they are His disciples). They are
walking, but more like climbing. There is a slight incline---- a hill---- shrubs and
some trees. It’s a location up above a town or village. In a not too distant area,
Our Lord has been talking as He has been walking----- sharing things with Hisdisciples. They come to an area with some rocks------- appropriate for sitting.
They come to a rest. Something has happened. The lights --- it’s getting darker --- not night dark ---- but the sun instead of brighter in the sky is lower. The images are still clear, but the time frame has elapsed. I can’t tell how much. Jesus has obviously been talking. It must have been a difficult conversation as the disciples have taken other positions. I see two sitting. One with both elbows on his knees, the knees slightly apart. His face covered by his hands. The other is sitting ---- just staring into space. There are two standing. One is by a tree, his arms wrapped around the trunk of the tree, his forehead pressed against the tree. It looks like his legs are shaking. He’s kind of sliding down the tree. I see him take his hand and raise it to his face to wipe the tears. The other just stands very

emotional --- obviously trying to comprehend what Our Lord has said. I think there were others in the group. I see the back of some. They’re going into a slightly wooded area. It’s hard to determine for what reason. It’s getting darker and perhaps cooler. Maybe they are going after some fire wood, but I think it’s an excuse to hide the pain that they are experiencing. It’s difficult to put into words. They look back and still seated is Jesus. He turns His head just slightly (in my direction). I can’t move. His eyes are like pools of love. It’s so different than before. It’s love yet there is such determination in His face. I know there is a message in this, but for now I can only describe it as best I can. *He turns His head back now and He rises to His feet. There are two angels behind Him ---- adoring Him      praying; and as Our Lord has stood up, He
raises His arms and prays. I’m not allowed to hear His prayer, but it would appear
He prays for those He loves --- those disciples that are now lost in their sorrow. There is slight breeze with an aroma I can’t place ---- pleasant in a way --- not like a flower --- just different. I am told it is the aroma of tears and sorrow ground
with love. It filters through the air-------- it’s a time a great sorrow ---- lack of
comprehension. They (disciples) are there (physically), but yet they are not
there (spiritually). Poor precious one -- they love Him so much --- it’s difficult for
them to believe what they have heard. "There must be something we can do" (that’s what they are saying) "there must be something we can do. " There is nothing ---- and Jesus heart just melts for He loves them but He wants them to understand the fate that shall befall Him).
*Note: There is such sorrow in Our Lord for His beloved disciples as they must also endure His Passion in their own way. They can only cling to "hope" that Jesus will be resurrected. Jesus also looks at us with sorrow for we have the benefit of "knowing" that He suffered, died, and rose again. Why then do we behave as we do ---- too often caught up in our own little world of "feelings" --- too tired, too hot, too cold etc when we should be centered in Christ serving others and praising Our Lord.

(Our Blessed Mother continues ... ) “My dear children,

There are many things I wish you to see and many lessons I wish you to learn. What did you see when you looked into His eyes? You, My child, described them as pools of love for you knew it is these eyes that look into the soul and expose it and see each heart and open it to where it lays bare before you (allowing us to see our sin and its affect on our soul). You were captivated by the eyes of love --- unable to move ---- certain that if you but simply breathed --- your lungs would expand and burst because you would be inhaling Divine Love ---- and, the soul within you would want to be united with its Creator.

Patience, little souls, be patient for this love you are as yet unable to understand -- --- but, as you continue this journey with sorrowful joy you will have your heart filled ever so slowly with the tiny particles of this Divine Love ---- gradually


each heart will be filled to its individual capacity to understand.

Peace, My little children, for the journey shall continue. Pray, trust, sacrifice, My children, and above all ---- love My Son and in loving My Son, forgive-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Forgive ---- forgive”. (Prayer group could be heard singing "I Exalt Thee" in the background).

March 9, 2001

March 9, 2001

(Visual): I hear a voice. “Come pray with me ”. It is our Mother. She is in a small room. There are no inner doors in this house. Someone has taken off a cloak and hung it in what looks like a doorway so that She can have Her privacy. The room is very dark with the exception of a beam of light coming through the ceiling material or there is an opening way high on the wall I cannot determine which it is. That’s the only light. The light shines upon the Mother who is on Her knees on a stone floor. There is not much furniture in the room. She just kneels on the floor --- Her hands are in front of Her. Her fingers are kind of locked together in front like She is trying to keep them from shaking. There is no color ---- everything is gray... different shades. It is a sorrowful time. I hear Her.In betweenbetween Her prayers are kind of like muffled sob She falls back on Her knees and sits on Her heels and I see the face, the face of suffering. I want to go ---- just to put my arms around Her. When I look beneath this suffering and this pain ---- there is a beauty I cannot describe there is just indescribable beauty. There is a message to the
beauty.
( Our Mother says.......... )

“The beauty My child tries to describe is obedience and love. Out of obedience to the Father, Our Son has been taken away. Out of love for you, little children, He freely went. Comfort My Son during this His time of sorrow by loving His Father who sent Him and by obeying His Father’s Will.”

(Note: I don’t see anything else. I hear people in the next room ---- sounds like mostly women ---- should they go in ---- should they be with Her?--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- no,they decide------ it’s best to leave Her-------- that’s what the Mother wants. The
room is back. Our Blessed Mother lies prostrate on the floor. She’s
praying --- I hear----------- “Most loving Father in heaven, hear the prayers ofyour lowly servant”----- (it fades).

March 23, 2001

March 23, 2001


(Visual):    I can see everything. It's early morning ... the sun is just beginning tocome up above the hills in the background. It's quiet........... I can hear the birdssinging in the trees......... it appears just to be an ordinary morning.It's a town now............. I think it's a town with very high walls of stone..... stone
paved streets and pathways. I can hear the carts as they are being pushed along the stones. It looks like vendors are setting up for their sales for the day. There
are stands of fruits and vegetables. One little store has leather sandals...... just various leather goods. The vision begins to fade.............................................................................................................. it darkens .........  it
would appear to indicate a lapse of time.
The sun is up a little higher ......... I’m guessing it's about two hours later in the day.There are lots of people now ........... their voices resemble a humming sound likeswarms of bees. I can't make out what they are saying ................ just a lot of
excitement. They are on both sides of the street just waiting for something. There

are people up above on the roofs     the roofs are flat and the people are looking
down. They , too, are waiting. The people have strange looks in their faces can't describe the look. Not a look of excitement exactly . .. it's just not a pleasant look. The Lord says to be at peace.
"Their look is not important............................ concentrate."

All eyes turn down the street. Way in the distance there are men on horseback in uniform .. .. I think . ..men walk beside them and behind them. I can see a light.Things are no longer in three dimension ........ nothing but a series of lightsnow.......... mostly grays as has been before. The light that comes closer is asoft, pleasing light ...............  oh, my .......  oh, my......... I'm so grateful I cannotsee ..........  It is Jesus. He has no shoes, but I can see His feet              even His feet areall wounds......... I can see the bones in His feet. He's walking and he 's forced tostep in all of this filth which presses into the wounds in His feet .......... He's going tofall........... He 's falling into this filth .. but ...........  He looks this way...... and........ Hiseyes............ say............ everything. His eyes say I love you and I love them. And, I
will forgive them if they but ask Me.
He says to look beyond the exterior........... to look at those who persecute Him with
pity for they do not know what they do. No disdain must come from us who love our Lord. Look with love and pity.

"My dear children,

(Mary) You have been allowed but a shadowy glancea glimmer of the perverseness of evilhardened hearts .....senses dulled by hatred and injusticebut you little ones are God's chosen children. The mission before you is so great for you have been given this opportunity to look back and see ... not to make these same mistakes. Unfortunately, little ones, these lessons are not well learned and only through


time ........... much patience and perseverance....... will you come to understand the
depth of the Love of Jesus.

Yes, My Son did walk these paths strewn with filth, but the filth you saw was not the filth that brought Him so much pain. It was the hatred, the oppression................................................................................................................... the

Anger ............ all of those things He trod upon because they are the poisons into
which the arrows have been dipped to pierce the hearts of His children.

I tell you now to go as did My Jesus .......... meek and humble of heart ...... into thearena of life.......... filled with peace...... that peace of abiding in the Father's Will."

March 16, 2001

In observance of Lent this season, we felt a calling to repost this message that was audibly given and recorded at Mary's Knoll on March 16, 2001

 

(Visual - as received by Pat) I’ve been here before ---- some type of a building ---- it’s still dark and I’m standing in front of a large door. The door is opening (I don’t want to go in........... I don’t want to go in). There is a light ....it’s warm ... it’s OK now............. it’s my Guardian Angel. We’re going through the door. There is a large area facing the doorway as we enter. It is perhaps a meeting Crucifixion of Jesusroom or living area..... it ’s just different from what I am used to .... there is a hallway just inside the door which runs both left and right with the large open room just beyond the walkway ....directly in front of the open door. There are men ....... looks like they are resting ... they are jeering “so He’s a king”.......... so He’s a king” that’s what I hear them saying.  My Angel leads me down the corridor to the left. It’s dark but there are torches/candles along the wall to provide some light. I’m not certain where I’m going or what’s beyond the wall. I’m holding on to the wall it’s wet like it was Before ...... it’s damp wet ... not from rain .... and now I know where this is going, but it’s ok this time. I’m going down this narrow passage..... I’m trying to go, but I need help......... There is a small hand being held out to me. It’s the hand of our Mother. She’s going to take me this time. We’re walking but I’m still holding to the wall. She has my hand. We’re coming to rooms, sort of like rooms which are all blocked off. There is one ...... and ...we’re stopping. There is just an opening that you can see through, but I can’t quite see. It’s dark....... there is a bench (looks like a stump of wood resembling a stool) and I am told to take this. So I pull it over and I am standing, but I can’t see ..... then .......... there is..... Oh (long sigh)......... there is a light and I see Jesus. The light shines on Him.. ..just barely........ very dim..... and He’s been so badly mistreated. They have His hands bound way up above His head and His body is stretching as far as He can. They've got this piece of wood under His feet and His toes can barely touch it for support. He ’s so uncomfortable. He’s so much in pain .... and there is a stench........ an awful stench...... They have done awful things ...awful things. Oh Jesus ......... I’ve done this.... I’m so sorry.

“Tears, My child......... what shall you do with these tears? Add them to the multitude of tears My Mother has shed for all of mankind. You little one can only see the external .......... the swollen battered features.... the gaping wounds and, yes, you can even smell the odor of excrement to defile the flesh. But, I have allowed this journey to draw you from the external into spiritual reality. The swollen disfigured features........... the gaping wounds are the afflictions (sins) of the soul. The odor is the decay of pride and self-righteousness which have attacked the soul. My children, My precious children, I am the Physician that has come to heal the wounds with the balm of My love. Children, Oh children, I can heal the wounds of your soul if you but trust Me and come to Me. Come to Me through the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Do not delay, as many do, in seeing The Physician for this disease is terminal. Time swiftly passes through the hour glass of life. Hurry, My children, hurry.”

(Commentary: Through sorrow, pain and suffering........... love must come before all. We cannot survive unless we love).

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March 30, 2001

March 30, 2001

(Visual: I am shown what looks like the sky .... it's dark ....although I don't see any
stars. It's like a canvass ready to be painted. I'm starting to see images and outlines, but nothing is clear. It's like a camera that's not in focus. I can't
see.......... now......... there are many roads .... all of stars .... going in differentdirections. I'm standing before one and it's so beautiful... .I'm just looking..... it'sso inviting........ I want to go down......... but I can't. It's not the right one. It's a falsebeauty. It's a worldly beauty. It's not what our Lord calls us to.......... can't go downthat one......... have to look for another one.There is a path ........ lots of people .... kind of a narrow line. There is no pushing
...no shoving .. ..just calm. It's hard to describe, but it's like a river that's flowing undisturbed It's so beautiful. It's almost like a costume party. It's very odd. The
ones in the front I can barely see. They are wearing some sort of robes.....
something just very old. In the middle where I appear to be there are just different styles of clothing. These people (I'll call them people) are all different sizes ... even children. I see people in uniforms ... all kinds. I can't describe what they belong to or to whom (country). There are people in habits. I would say they are monks . I can see some with collars (I know they are priests). There are Sisters in habits ....some are strange ...really old ...but I know what they are. I'm watching history.
These are all souls. I see them ........ they all bend down and they reach for
something. It's small and they pick it up and take it in their hands. There is a burst of light like millions of stars exploding. I can see faces. And the pieces of whatever they are holding ...they've turned into crosses. I am told to look towards the front of the line. Now it all makes sense. There is Jesus. These people have picked up a splinter from His cross. They are walking in the footsteps of the Master.
I've never seen this before .... there is our Mother ... I'm sure it's our Mother and She is behind Jesus but in front of the people and there is a cross............................................................................................................. there is across...... it's not on Her shoulder exactly as Her hands are in front kind of holding

Her robe so that She can walk. There are little angels .... they look like littlebabies ...chubby with wings...... and one has got his little body and wings betweenthe cross and Her shoulder. He's supporting the cross...... there are others that are
helping. The cross is clear. It's like crystal clear and I'm watching and at the
very bottom.... I see drops of water (?) .... looks like water........ and Jesus says:

"These precious souls have chosen well. They have recognized the beauty of the cross and they have embraced its pain and suffering as one embraces a loved one. As for My Mother's cross Her cross .... Her cross is the cross of tears that She
shed then and sheds now for all mankind. With each tear that falls upon an

unrepentant heart ........ many graces will flow to that soul to enkindle in it the desire
for My Mercy. Pray now during these last few weeks of Lent that many souls will receive My gift of Salvation."