Jesus: Seedless, barren, not bringing
forth fruit on the vine. I come to be heard and who pays Me heed. To a
people of stiffs I address this issue, what think you when the water is gone
from the trough?
Do you think you will then worship the
molten calf or will you be ready for surrender then?
Oh, you thankless race, anger and wrath
is the mind of your God. You do not worry, My messenger, for I am God and I
speak to you. You think you are alone and I have chosen you. Your money is
your god, oh people of Zion - your money in the pockets is the sound that
brings you joy.
What brings Me joy is the songs of the
faithful, praising and worshipping God, but I go to the tent and there is
the molten calf and an abased nation of stiffs, heartless and filled with
fear. I beg of you to stop now before it is too late, but you do not know of
the chastisement I have in store for you - it is under the plan of the
Father.
The children who walk in darkness
carried a molten calf in their arms and the God of justice struck the earth.
He struck you, senseless people,
because you would not listen.
I did not put you on the earth and then
leave you to yourselves. I dwelt amongst you to guide you in all your ways
and the people today spit on Me as they did 2,000 years before. For all
these years I waited for the likes of you, My people, and why should you
have more time for false joy? Joy is not in the molten calf. It is in the
words of the Savior.
My Words are your truth, yet you try to
wash them away as hearsay and of no importance.
My Word is the Word of God mighty and
true. I have been ignored and defiled in My Word. I smite you, My senseless
race. I allow the dragon to devour your young for you are the senseless
race. I allow the dragon to devour your young for you are the senseless
children of Eve.
Debased, proud and dead, really dead in
your hearts.
I give you sunshine and rain and you
want flowers and glory.
The glory is Mine or I will have to
continue to listen to the wailing widow, a barren branch, a company of
stiffs.
Ignore Me no longer senseless ones. My
hand is upon you. It will come down and wipe out the senseless virgins, the
ones singing to the molten calf.
Rachel could hear the slaughter of her
children and she wept such bitter tears. The Lady Clothed as the Sun bore
the barren race; they did not come to her grace-filled womb.
The thankless race marched into a pit
of doom and destruction.
As I was pressed in the garden watching
the days at hand, as I was squeezed, what came forth from My pores was the
saving Blood for the children of Zion and when they ate from the land they
feasted on rich food and strong drinks, the candy of the earth and it made
them sick - sick to the death of their souls and the Lady Clothed as the Sun
heard the cries of her sick children. I give you the medicine for the sick
children in these writings and they chase you and make you fall to the
ground. I watched you skin your knees when you carried the scrolls that
contained My letters of love, My words from the depths of My Heart. You fell
as I once did on the way to Calvary. I fell, I skinned My knees, My Body
burned and I got up and went to the end.
The end was the beginning for the
children of Zion for at that hill My cross was planted erect, a tree of
life, and the juice that was squeezed 'till there was no more from the one
"Son of Man, the Son of God", was the juice of the Man. It was His
saving Blood.
They pressed Me in the Garden of Olives
and I bled for the thankless race. They hung Me on a tree on the hill of
Calvary. When I gave them the New Eve they chose the molten calf. They spit
on My Mother, they ignored the visitations. She came and gave to the
children to remind them of their covenant with God.
Oh senseless ones, so many will now
fall, for I hung there and to the right was one and to the left another. The
one was saved; the other was cursed. You picked from the tree when you
should have obeyed your Father. He gave you His will. He said, "You may
eat of all the trees in the garden but not this one." and you
continually ate of the forbidden fruit. I warned you, My children, and you
chased My messengers and made them run. I gave to you My Book of Life, My
Bible, and you ate the sick fruit and it made you so sick you wanted to die
but you kept eating when I told you the end was near and now that the end
has come, what do you say for yourself? You ignored the Lady Clothed as the
Sun. She appeared in all glory and splendor and so many months later so few
go to her site to even see her. So is it My fault or yours our money does
not come to publish your books and tell the world about the Woman in
Florida? It is not My fault, I am God. I am the faultless One.
You want joy. I have no joy for the
likes of you, My children of Zion, you have usurped My thrones and treated
My body as rubbish. I am God. I come in the Eucharist and I am ignored. I
speak no longer. The days that follow will be the days to cleanse this
earth.
I am angered beyond all anger for the
way My Mother has been treated in Florida by the thankless race. They have
worshipped the molten calf and ignored the Lady of Light, the Lady Clothed
as the Sun, the Lady of Fatima in the Americas, Our Lady of Guadalupe,
bringing forth her children. The good will suffer with the bad; the wheat
will be separated from the darnel (weeds). You walked like little stiff men
with your haughty hearts. Your heads were your gods. I gave you great minds
to comprehend My mysteries and you used your minds to worship false gods and
make movies that defile My priesthood. What of your minds? I do not even
have energy to tell you how unworthy you used the mind, the intellect I gave
you. You used this great faculty to commit the worst sins, and My head was
crowned with the sharpest thorns for your sick earth. Oh, you squeezed the
Blood from the Son of Man. You pressed that Man in the garden, when He knew
this race of this day.
I now see the Woman on the building, My
Mother, so loving to the children I gave her and the mean ones threw acid on
her face. Oh, you race of vile hearts and thankless ways. I will clothe the
holy ones in the white robes of glory. The thankless ones I will turn over
to the red men that will hand them over to the keeper of the pit and their
bodies will be burned in the burning sulfur of the pool of death. Come, My
children of light, your Mother called you through the consecration.
She showed you the way home to My Heart. She carried a lighted lamp and
lighted your way in the darkness. You were not foolish like the virgins that
carried a lamp without a light. Your light for the lamp was My life alive in
your hearts. When the darkest night comes you will know the flames of My
love alive in your lighted hearts, burning with the fire from the love of
the Sacred Heart of Jesus. I give you the fuel, My faithful virgins. I gave
you the fuel to light your lamps that in the dark night that lies ahead, you
will still shine as a beacon light, a light of intense brightness no matter
how dark the night. You will not die for your refuge is the fire of the
Sacred Heart and you gave your heart to the New Eve, the pure and Immaculate
One and she took you to the Heart of your Savior. She took you home and you
dwelt within the chamber of My Heart and you were protected from the evil
one in these last days. You tried to spread this consecration.
It is the key that leads to the place of refuge. So many camps the devil
told men to prepare and they labored in vain, for the Word was had in
dwelling in Our Hearts. You would find refuge and they missed the message
and busied themselves with the work of the evil one.
I say to you what refuge survived when
Noah built his ark? Only those on the ark survived the great flood. You
prepare your earth. When My Word was to prepare your hearts. Then again,
they worshipped the church building, the grounds and the wood and their
hearts were left as cold vaults. I beg you, My beauteous ones, to beg the
men to prepare their hearts before it is too late. Only the Ark of the
Covenant will be the means of survival in this dark age. When the moon turns
to blood they will run away frightened and their buildings will be like cold
vaults - only the hearts consecrated to Our Hearts will survive.
You were willful and too busy to know
the story. The story is this: There is but one home; it is the Heart of the
Sacred Heart of Jesus. My Mother is the gatekeeper. It is through her
Immaculate Heart you enter. She is the singular vessel, a New Eve, a Woman
Clothed as the Sun, a doorway to the everlasting abyss of Light, the Light
of the World, the Sacred Eucharistic Heart of the Son of Man.
There was not room for Me in the Inn
and there is not room for Me in the hearts of many and what can I say - they
will die. I gave them the book of life. I gave them the Man who hung on a
tree to save them. I gave them Myself, truly present in the Eucharist, the
Eucharist and My Word I gave them. I gave to them My Mother - the way to
enter into My Heart and they were haughty and proud. I was born in a stable
in Bethlehem for you, My men. I am the Light of the World. The foolish
virgins had no oil for their lamps and they went out. And you could hear the
wailing cries of her children being slaughtered in the dark night. Oh, the
Lady Clothed as the Sun warned them to come to her heart and the Heart of
her Son (the Light of the World) and they went to the molten calf and they
died a brutal death.
end of October 8, 1997
Jesus taught by word and action. He talked to huge crowds, to small groups, to various
individuals. He talked about love and friendship, about joy and suffering, about life and
death. He had a message to spread, His Father's message, and He did not miss His
opportunities. It was not enough for Him merely to talk about His Father's message. He was
also constantly teaching by the total event of His life, death and resurrection. Not only
His words, but also His actions spoke out loud and clear. He not only talked about the
love we should have for one another. He incarnated this teaching in the laying down of His
own life for the salvation of all. His words spoke eloquently of brotherly love. So also
did His bloody and bruised body nailed to a cross. His words sounded so convincing. The
way He went about living could also pierce the hardest heart.
we
live according to the money principle, this also becomes manifest. If we are close
followers and friends of Jesus, this too becomes clear to people. They will know by the
way we work and play, by our attitude towards life and death, by our refusing to become
bitter despite even great suffering, by the way we treat others, especially those who are
poor, or ridiculed, or discriminated against, or passed over as unimportant and of little
worth. If we are deeply Christian, Christ's way of thinking and doing will necessarily
affect our own way of thinking and doing. We are called to project Jesus and His message
through our own humanities. Either we do, or we don't. Either we seize the numerous and
daily opportunities for helping to preach Jesus by the way we live, or we do not. Either
we respond to Jesus' invitation to be a light for the world, or we do not. This invitation
goes out to all, but to priests in a special way. Jesus, through Holy Orders, has given
Himself to the priest in a most special way. If the priest, realizing Jesus' precious love
for him as this unique priest-companion, surrenders to Christ, this gives Him special joy.
For the priest, because of his special union with Jesus, can be a light to the world in a
most extraordinary way.
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