Mary has requested that the daily message be given each day to the world. It is read nightly at the prayer service from her Image Building in Clearwater, Florida, U.S.A. This is according to her request. All attempts will be made to publish this daily message to the world at 11 p.m. Eastern time, U.S.A.


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I appear my children on this former bank building in Florida, Our Lady Clothed with the Sun.

October 20, 1998

Jesus speaks: Awake from your slumber, why are you so sleepy? You are not prepared, you lack faith and order in your lives. You are busy, busy, busy and you come to My altars. You do not know for you have not been taught, you are asleep and do not even see.

Do you know what it is to try to drive your car when you are sleepy, and with all your heart you wish to continue your journey, but your body is ready for sleep?

You cannot do all these things, that is have a busy, worldly schedule and expect to have a deep union with Me.

What relationship with a spouse or a friend or a child grows, if little time is spent on the relationship?

You are busy for your worldly schedules and when it comes time to pray you say, Oh Lord tomorrow and that tomorrow never comes to many of My treasured souls.

As the thirsty earth sops up the quenching rain on a long hot summer day, you lie as a parched desert land waiting to be watered and you put it off for another day.

Have you ever watched a withered flower at the end of a hot summer? Every day the caretaker tarries in watering the flower. Water is crucial to its life.

Finally, one day, after it has been deprived of water, it becomes so dried up it dies, and is blown away by a strong wind or trampled under foot by children at play.

Why do you worry and fret for your fat cells and carbohydrates? You watch every detail of the food you eat, but like the caretaker and withered flower, you put off the feeding of your souls for a new day. And finally one day it is so parched and dried, it has lost its way.

Oh My desert land, My beloved earth, you water your grass with the most expensive built-in sprinkling systems, and you let the soul within you shrivel like the withered flower that dies and fades away.

Oh men, indeed you are earthy, you have lost your focus.

You do not comprehend that certain graces are being held back from your troubled earth because you do not pray and ask for it.

When many pray, they come as in a deep sleep and go through motions.

How is it you are exhausted and go to a party, even then you cannot enjoy the dance and the music and the food?

Many of My churchmen come to the Mass with a mind of trouble. They have not prayed, they are not focused on the events at hand.

I ask you My beloved souls to come to the heavenly banquet. It is a banquet prepared by the heavenly Father for His beloved souls of the earth. He gives to you the Sacrifice of Calvary sacramentally made present at every Mass. He gives to you that which is most dear, His beloved Son as a gift in the Eucharist, the Bread of Life to feed the weary soul.

You fertilize your old flowers and spray insecticide on your grass. You study the grade on the golf course and make sure all the corners in your homes are free from dust. You pay great funds for the lawn care. It is very expensive, and you work long hours.

I send the winter frost and your well-cared flowers and blossoms disappear as the light steals across the sky.

Oh that you would come out of your dead stupors. I give you Myself in the Eucharist and you come so unprepared. You run in, and then run out to fill you gas tanks and to eat luscious brunches. You say, "This my God is my time I give you. I give you the quick 50-60 minutes on Sunday", and then you spend the day with the Sunday newspaper and sports. What is in your newspapers, anyway? How many speak of God on His Day? Oh the Sunday newspaper, everyone must have one and know all the scores and passes of every game, but My children, do you know the Commandments of God?

Oh My children, the days are few and the frost will come soon. Your Sundays were spent so foolishly on many things that wither and die. You attend Mass as in a stupor, a part-dead man coming to My altar and I give you the Bread of Life.

Oh My men, it is grace I wish to give you, but you come as a "zombie" with your heart every place but united to Mine.

I am Life. My churchmen, do not come with hearts that are locked or hearts that are cold and half asleep.

Look at Me on the cross. I died for you that you would share in My life abundantly.

When the priests consecrate their hearts to My Heart and the Heart of My Mother, they will see a light in their hearts in the Mass. They will know more and more about the journey that goes on in the Mass. The journey is one that takes you deeply into My pierced Heart. Therein are found the treasures you crave, and I outpour My precious grace to you.

I do not want sleepy souls coming to My altar, half asleep. I want love, I want participation. I give you Myself, and a strong wind could take you away at the Mass. Your minds are everywhere but with Me.

Please circulate the priestly newsletter to priests. You are searching for Me. You walk now in a clouded light.

The more you give your hearts to Jesus and Mary, the more you will see the light and experience more fully the treasures you seek. You walk now, many of My souls, as blind men, and you will not see as you should until you obey Our Lady of Fatima. The Holy Spirit works in the Heart of Mary, giving you light. You are blind and do not know it.

The Father's plan is that you, the tainted children of Adam and Eve, come in the pure and holy Hearts of Jesus and Mary. It is in this union of your hearts to Theirs that great grace will be released on the earth and men will see as never before.

Where it was once cloudy and dark, in the blinking of an eye, a light shone and all was made crystal clear.

Wake up my churchmen, you must consecrate your hearts and your churches. I am the King. My Mother, and your Mother, is the Queen. You must acknowledge her and give your hearts to Us.

The light will steal across a darkened sky and the shades of darkness will fade as the withered grass on the earth below.

I will reign and the Heart of My Mother will triumph. I write to you My slumbering earth and I CRY
COME OUT OF YOUR TOMBS! I AM ALIVE !

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