Jesus speaks: 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
In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was
sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to
a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin’s name was
Mary. He went in and said to her, ‘Rejoice, you who enjoy God’s favour!
The Lord is with you.’ She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked
herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, ‘Mary,
do not be afraid; you have won God’s favour. Look! You are to conceive
in your womb and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great
and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the
throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for
ever and his reign will have no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘But how
can this come about, since I have no knowledge of man?’ The angel
answered, ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most
High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and
will be called Son of God. And I tell you this too: your cousin Elizabeth
also, in her old age, has conceived a son, and she whom people called
barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God.’
Mary said, ‘You see before you the Lord’s servant, let it happen to me
as you have said.’ And the angel left her. 
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