March 25, 2005 - On Good Friday 11:00 - 12:00 am

Messenger:      And He saw before Him all the men that would be
                            lost forever.

                        Into the darkest night I have gone my God and seen the
                            sufferings of the souls in sin, for it is for You we
                            live and are born here to this valley of tears.

                        Into Your hands I commend my spirit -
                            Oh God hear my prayer and be attentive to my supplication.

                        Dark nights are just these - a condition, a state
                            that God allows us to share in to experience
                            His passion.

                        I look into the soul, God, and see as You have asked
                            me to read and plead for the innocent, the depraved,
                            the ones You gave Your life for.

                        Oh God hear my prayer and let my cry come unto Thee -
                        A dark night is a night without light -
                        the dark nights may
                            be the very openings to the door that leads to
                            Your precious light and showering of grace
                            upon us.

                        A night was richly blessed when the Savior
                            shed His Blood from His pores, in such
                            anguish seeing before Him the souls that
                            would be lost forever despite His suffering
                            and death.

                        Oh Heart of Jesus hear the plaintiff cry of Your servant
                            suffering and in pain for the sin in the world and
                            Your Blood You shed to save us.

                        Oh Savior, Incarnate, born of the Woman, Mary Immaculate,
                            outpour Your gifts on the poor banished children
                            of Eve for we are the children walking in the
                            shaded light of imperfections and sin offending
                            You by our arrogant and prideful ways.

                            When it is docility and obedience You desire of us -

                        Oh Blood shed on the cross, from You our precious
                        Savior, wash us in Your Blood and feed us with
                        Your Body and Your Word that our hearts will
                        be filled with You, our Divine Precious God.

                            Sufferings are sufferings and looking into His
                        face we see the Head of the Savior crowned with thorns,
                        the Blood pouring out of His precious wounds and
                        we see Him - His "yes" in suffering - suffering so
                        severe, suffering of the God-Head for His precious
                        souls - suffering from the love outpoured by
                        His unquenchable Heart of love.

                            Oh God let us Bleed as we watch You with the
                        Blood of love for the souls You gave Your life for -
                        Can our partaking in that Holy Sacrifice of the Mass be
                        such an offering to You our precious God that the
                        streams of grace will flow with unquenchable
                        love for the souls He gave His life for.

April 5, 2001

Jesus speaks:        Look into My face and see Me before You, suffering for
                        love of you - For you suffer from knowing My gifts
                        given to men and they are as blind men running some on
                        a race (headed) for hell. Oh let their eyes be opened that they
                        would see with the light of 7 suns, but they close
                        their eyes and see little for they have painted the gold of
                        the earth like pictures on their eyes-lids and they
                        gaze at them the day long.

                            Oh let My Spirit fill your souls and your souls be filled
                        with My grace and My Blood wash you in the robes of
                        salvation.

                            Blood is on your hands, but is it the blood of deceit
                        and hatefulness, the bitterness one holds for your brothers,
                        the pride of indecency and you ignore the speck in your
                        eye and the rocks in your hearts. Rocks of hatred,
                        rocks to clog the vessel far more than the grease
                        you consider so important to your life here below.
                        It is rocks that clog the vessels of your heart to
                        embrace the things of the Savior.

                            Oh the well cared garden - one flowing with milk and honey,
                        water trickling from a little vine, sweetly given the
                        dew of morning - oh you and your sour grapes, you watch
                        them shrivel before your eyes and count calories for your
                        bodies neglecting the things of the soul -

                            Let the courtyard ring with the song of angels
                        and the blossoms hear the sound and display the
                        dew of morning like a dress adorned for the
                        King of Glory.

                            You pick My blossoms, shaking off the dew
                        of the new day - you stamp on the grapes and
                        use My gardens for sounds that shake the earth with
                        terror.

                            When I gave you the birds to sing to you - you came
                        in with a chainsaw and cut down the tree that
                        carried the quartet and they flew away like the
                        grapes you have tramped underfoot.

                            For you, many, are so prideful in your hearts and
                        your songs are not songs of love to Me - to one hanging
                        on the tree of life - you missed My tree - you
                        see only a man and don't even look to the wood
                        of the cross. I carried your sins on My back -
                        and My Blood was hanging on the tree -
                            Oh the tree of Adam and Eve -
                            Do you see it?
                            Now look at your trees of scrupulous pleasures -
                            Nobody can get you to look at your
                                money trees hanging with clumps of gold and
                                I long to see the sweet grapes - full and
                                    plentiful, healthy, sweet for
                                    the Father.

                                Oh your apples are your gods -
                                    your hands are not pierced with nails -
                                    likened to the Savior -
                                    They are decorated with nails of stars and
                                        blues and rainbows - long and gaudy -
                                        gaudy - not hands that are God-like

                                Oh look at the hands and see how the hands of
                                    My creatures have sinned

                                    And the head that has robbed Me of
                                        the talents to help promote My
                                        Kingdom - when brains were given
                                        to the men how many used them to
                                        sin and lead others to sin -

                                The Blood teamed into My eyes - how
                                    many have used their eyes to sin and lead others into
                                    sin

                                And the tongue by which I enter your body -
                                    How very dishonorable has many tongues become -

                                The ears I gave you to hear - My Blood poured
                                    into My ears from My thorns and
                                    you have sinned with your ears, making
                                    movies and songs for others to sin majorly
                                    with ears and eyes.

                                My Blood I shed - My eyes caked with dried
                                    Blood - My ears welled up with the
                                    Blood of the Savior for your sins

                                My feet - they pounded nails into My feet - for
                                    all the ways you have walked that
                                    led you to sin -
                                    Why do you not walk the way of the Savior -
                                    Why do you not see with your eyes -
                                    Taste My Body and Blood with your tongue -
                                    Listen to the birds sing songs of love and

                                My Heart was pierced with the lance -
                                My Heart, how I suffered for those who would
                                    reject Me, the anguish to My Heart
                                    was far greater than the pain to My
                                    Body, wrought with suffering
                                    for your sins -

                                Oh you have dishonored the image of Mary
                                    the Father sent you and ignored the
                                    gifts of Our Love outpoured.

Mary's Message
from the Rosary of August 27, 1996

Mary speaks:  I stood beneath the cross of my Son, and my Heart was in such pain for I saw Him before my eyes. I saw Him covered with blood. I saw Him die. My Heart, my children, my Heart to watch my Son, but my Heart, my Heart, how I suffered for my little children of the world that give in to this world and give up the love of my Son. O my little children of light, I give you this message. Carry this light into the darkness for your Mother Mary, for I stood beneath the cross and I cried. I cried for the little ones. I cried for the young ones, the ones that do not care and will lose their souls. How do I make you see for you will not listen to me? What can I do? I come. I appear. I beg. I plead. I give you these gifts from my Son, and you reject me. I do not deliver messages very often anymore for I have been ignored. The message is the same. You do not read the messages I have given to you. Please help me. Help the little children. I appear. I appear. I appear, and I am ignored. I stood beneath the cross, and I cried. I cried, and my Heart was in such anguish for my little children, for I am searching for them this day as I searched for the Child Jesus. Please, please help me. I cannot hold back the hand of my Son any longer. I am Mary, your Mother. I ask you to help my children. You are my children of light.

end of Mary's Message, August 27, 1996

March 25, 2005 message continues

Jesus speaks:            Come to Me - My Heart is ablaze for thee -
                                    My love for thee is real and
                                    I am your God - I have given you
                                    Myself - I am your God - I have
                                    Shed My Blood for you and I give you
                                    Myself in the Holy Eucharist.

March 25, 2005

Good Friday

September 4, 2004

Isaiah 52: 13 - 53: 12

Look, my servant will prosper,
will grow great, will rise to great heights.

As many people were aghast at him
—he was so inhumanly disfigured
that he no longer looked like a man—
so many nations will be astonished
and kings will stay tight–lipped
    before him,
seeing what had never been told them,
learning what they had not heard before.
Who has given credence
    to what we have heard?
And who has seen in it
    a revelation of Yahweh’s arm?
Like a sapling he grew up before him,
like a root in arid ground.
He had no form or charm to attract us,
no beauty to win our hearts; 
he was despised, the lowest of men,
a man of sorrows, familiar with suffering,
one from whom, as it were,
   we averted our gaze,
despised, for whom we had no regard.
Yet ours were the sufferings
   he was bearing,
ours the sorrows he was carrying,
while we thought of him
   as someone being punished
and struck with affliction by God;
whereas he was being wounded
   for our rebellions,
crushed because of our guilt;
the punishment reconciling us fell on him,
and we have been healed by his bruises.
We had all gone astray like sheep,
each taking his own way,
and Yahweh brought the acts of rebellion
of all of us to bear on him.
Ill-treated and afflicted,
he never opened his mouth,
like a lamb led to the slaughter-house,
like a sheep dumb before its shearers
he never opened his mouth.

Forcibly, after sentence, he was taken.
Which of his contemporaries
   was concerned
at his having been cut off
   from the land of the living,
at his having been struck dead
   for his people’s rebellion?
He was given a grave with the wicked,
and his tomb is with the rich,
although he had done no violence,
had spoken no deceit.

It was Yahweh’s good pleasure
   to crush him with pain;
if he gives his life as a sin offering,
he will see his offspring
   and prolong his life,
and through him
   Yahweh’s good pleasure will be done.

After the ordeal he has endured,
he will see the light and be content.
By his knowledge, the upright one,
   my servant will justify many
by taking their guilt on himself.

Hence I shall give him a portion
    with the many,
and he will share the booty
    with the mighty,
for having exposed himself to death
and for being counted
    as one of the rebellious,
whereas he was bearing the sin of many
and interceding for the rebellious.

Pilate then had Jesus taken away and scourged; and after this, the soldiers twisted some thorns into a crown and put it on his head and dressed him in a purple robe. They kept coming up to him and saying, 'Hail, king of the Jews!' and slapping him in the face. 

    Pilate came outside again and said to them, ‘Look, I am going to bring him out to you to let you see that I find no case against him.’ Jesus then came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Pilate said, ‘Here is the man.’ When they saw him, the chief priests and the guards shouted, ‘Crucify him! Crucify him!’ Pilate said, ‘Take him yourselves and crucify him: I find no case against him.’ The Jews replied, ‘We have a Law, and according to that Law he ought to be put to death, because he has claimed to be Son of God.’

    When Pilate heard them say this his fears increased. Re–entering the Praetorium, he said to Jesus, ‘Where do you come from?’ But Jesus made no answer. Pilate then said to him, 'Are you refusing to speak to me? Surely you know I have power to release you and I have power to crucify you?' Jesus replied, 'You would have no power over me at all if it had not been given you from above; that is why the man who handed me over to you has the greater guilt.'

From that moment Pilate was anxious to set him free, but the Jews shouted, ‘If you set him free you are no friend of Caesar’s; anyone who makes himself king is defying Caesar.’ Hearing these words, Pilate had Jesus brought out, and seated him on the chair of judgement at a place called the Pavement, in Hebrew Gabbatha. It was the Day of Preparation, about the sixth hour. ‘Here is your king,’ said Pilate to the Jews. But they shouted, ‘Away with him, away with him, crucify him.’ Pilate said, ‘Shall I crucify your king?’ The chief priests answered, ‘We have no king except Caesar.’ So at that Pilate handed him over to them to be crucified.

They then took charge of Jesus, and carrying his own cross he went out to the Place of the Skull or, as it is called in Hebrew, Golgotha, where they crucified him with two others, one on either side, Jesus being in the middle. Pilate wrote out a notice and had it fixed to the cross; it ran: ‘Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews’. This notice was read by many of the Jews, because the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city, and the writing was in Hebrew, Latin and Greek. So the Jewish chief priests said to Pilate, ‘You should not write "King of the Jews", but that the man said, "I am King of the Jews". ’ Pilate answered, ‘What I have written, I have written.’ 

When the soldiers had finished crucifying Jesus they took his clothing and divided it into four shares, one for each soldier. His undergarment was seamless, woven in one piece from neck to hem; so they said to one another, ‘Instead of tearing it, let’s throw dice to decide who is to have it.’ In this way the words of scripture were fulfilled: 

    They divide my garments among them 
    and cast lots for my clothes. 

That is what the soldiers did.

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala. Seeing his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing near her, Jesus said to his mother, ‘Woman, this is your son.’ Then to the disciple he said, ‘This is your mother.’ And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

The death of Jesus

After this, Jesus knew that everything had now been completed and, so that the scripture should be completely fulfilled, he said: 

    I am thirsty.

    A jar full of sour wine stood there; so, putting a sponge soaked in the wine on a hyssop stick, they held it up to his mouth. After Jesus had taken the wine he said, 'It is fulfilled'; and bowing his head he gave up his spirit.

It was the Day of Preparation, and to avoid the bodies’ remaining on the cross during the Sabbath—since that Sabbath was a day of special solemnity—the Jews asked Pilate to have the legs broken and the bodies taken away. Consequently the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first man who had been crucified with him and then of the other. When they came to Jesus, they saw he was already dead, and so instead of breaking his legs one of the soldiers pierced his side with a lance; and immediatedly there came out blood and water. This is the evidence of one who saw it—true evidence, and he knows that what he says is true—and he gives it so that you may believe as well. Because all this happened to fulfil the words of scripture: 

    Not one bone of his will be broken; 

and again, in another place scripture says: 

    They will look to the one 
        whom they have pierced.

After this, Joseph of Arimathaea, who was a disciple of Jesus—though a secret one because he was afraid of the Jews—asked Pilate to let him remove the body of Jesus. Pilate gave permission, so they came and took it away. Nicodemus came as well—the same one who had first come to Jesus at night–time—and he brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds. They took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths with the spices, following the Jewish burial custom. At the place where he had been crucified there was a garden, and in this garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been buried. Since it was the Jewish Day of Preparation and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.

The whole assembly then rose, and they brought him before Pilate.

They began their accusation by saying, ‘We found this man inciting our people to revolt, opposing payment of the tribute to Caesar, and claiming to be Christ, a king.’ Pilate put to him this question, ‘Are you the king of the Jews?’ He replied, ‘It is you who say it.’ Pilate then said to the chief priests and the crowd, ‘I find no case against this man.’ But they persisted, ‘He is inflaming the people with his teaching all over Judaea and all the way from Galilee, where he started, down to here.’ When Pilate heard this, he asked if the man were a Galilean; and finding that he came under Herod’s jurisdiction, he passed him over to Herod, who was also in Jerusalem at that time.

Herod was delighted to see Jesus; he had heard about him and had been wanting for a long time to set eyes on him; moreover, he was hoping to see some miracle worked by him. So he questioned him at some length, but without getting any reply. Meanwhile the chief priests and the scribes were there, vigorously pressing their accusations. Then Herod, together with his guards, treated him with contempt and made fun of him; he put a rich cloak on him and sent him back to Pilate. And though Herod and Pilate had been enemies before, they were reconciled that same day.

Pilate then summoned the chief priests and the leading men and the people. He said to them, ‘You brought this man before me as a popular agitator. Now I have gone into the matter myself in your presence and found no grounds in the man for any of the charges you bring against him. Nor has Herod either, since he has sent him back to us. As you can see, the man has done nothing that deserves death, so I shall have him flogged and then let him go.’ But as one man they howled, ‘Away with him! Give us Barabbas!’ (This man had been thrown into prison because of a riot in the city and murder.) 

    In his desire to set Jesus free, Pilate addressed them again, but they shouted back, ‘Crucify him! Crucify him!’ And for the third time he spoke to them, ‘But what harm has this man done? I have found no case against him that deserves death, so I shall have him flogged and then let him go.’ But they kept on shouting at the top of their voices, demanding that he should be crucified. And their shouts kept growing louder. 

    Pilate then gave his verdict: their demand was to be granted. He released the man they asked for, who had been imprisoned because of rioting and murder, and handed Jesus over to them to deal with as they pleased.

As they were leading him away they seized on a man, Simon from Cyrene, who was coming in from the country, and made him shoulder the cross and carry it behind Jesus. Large numbers of people followed him, and women too, who mourned and lamented for him. But Jesus turned to them and said, ‘Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep rather for yourselves and for your children. For look, the days are surely coming when people will say, "Blessed are those who are barren, the wombs that have never borne children, the breasts that have never suckled!" Then they will begin to say to the mountains, "Fall on us!"; to the hills, "Cover us!" For if this is what is done to green wood, what will be done when the wood is dry?’ Now they were also leading out two others, criminals, to be executed with him.

When they reached the place called The Skull, there they crucified him and the two criminals, one on his right, the other on his left. Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them; they do not know what they are doing.’ Then they cast lots to share out his clothing.

The people stayed there watching. As for the leaders, they jeered at him with the words, ‘He saved others, let him save himself if he is the Christ of God, the Chosen One.’ The soldiers mocked him too, coming up to him, offering him vinegar, and saying, ‘If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself.’ Above him there was an inscription: ‘This is the King of the Jews’.

One of the criminals hanging there abused him: ‘Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us as well.’ But the other spoke up and rebuked him. ‘Have you no fear of God at all?’ he said. ‘You got the same sentence as he did, but in our case we deserved it: we are paying for what we did. But this man has done nothing wrong.’ Then he said, ‘Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.’ He answered him, ‘In truth I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.’

It was now about the sixth hour and the sun’s light failed, so that darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. The veil of the Sanctuary was torn right down the middle. Jesus cried out in a loud voice saying, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.’ With these words he breathed his last.

When the centurion saw what had taken place, he gave praise to God and said, ‘Truly, this was an upright man.’ And when all the crowds who had gathered for the spectacle saw what had happened, they went home beating their breasts. 

    All his friends stood at a distance; so also did the women who had accompanied him from Galilee and saw all this happen.

And now a member of the Council arrived, a good and upright man named Joseph. He had not consented to what the others had planned and carried out. He came from Arimathaea, a Jewish town, and he lived in the hope of seeing the kingdom of God. This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. He then took it down, wrapped it in a shroud and put it in a tomb which was hewn in stone and which had never held a body. It was Preparation day and the Sabbath was beginning to grow light. 

    Meanwhile the women who had come from Galilee with Jesus were following behind. They took note of the tomb and how the body had been laid. 

    Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments. And on the Sabbath day they rested, as the Law required.

Psalm 22: 1, 8-9, 17-20, 23-24

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

‘He trusted himself to Yahweh, let Yahweh set him free! 
Let him deliver him, as he took such delight in him.’ 

It was you who drew me from the womb 
and soothed me on my mother’s breast.

I can count every one of my bones, 
while they look on and gloat; 
they divide my garments among them 
and cast lots for my clothing. 

Yahweh, do not hold aloof! 
My strength, come quickly to my help, 
rescue my soul from the sword, 
the one life I have from the grasp of the dog!

‘You who fear Yahweh, praise him! 
All the race of Jacob, honour him! 
Revere him, all the race of Israel!’ 

For he has not despised 
nor disregarded the poverty of the poor, 
has not turned away his face, 
but has listened to the cry for help.

 

Excerpt from Rosary on December 5, 1996: Jesus speaks:  I am alive, I am alive. I am alive. My beloved ones, I show you My face. Do you see the body of a man? Do you see Me alive on the cross? I am speaking to you but the world does not hear. They do not hear the message that I deliver to them. You must pray fervently. You must come to Me that I can be one in you and that I can operate through you as you go into the world this day. I love you. I love you with the most tender love. I am Jesus. I am alive. You are My main soldiers that I will send into the world to lead the strayed ones to My Heart. The days ahead will be dark days. You must come to My Heart and take shelter in My Heart. It is there that you will be rooted on a firm rock. For My Heart is your home. You will not know the terrors of the night if you stay rooted in My Heart. Division is blackness in the heart. You must not be divided, divided from anyone. You must remain in union with all men. You must see yourselves as part of the Father's family. Each one of you is so important to the Father's plan.

end of excerpt from rosary of December 5, 1996

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