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).
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