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February 28, 2008

February 29th Holy Spirit Novena
Scripture selection is Day 6 Period II.

The Novena Rosary Mysteries  
for February 29th are Sorrowful.

 

 

This is a very strong message from Jesus about how Jesus suffered for our sins.

 


September 4, 2004

 

February 28, 2008

 

1 John 2: 3-11

In this way we know
that we have come to know him, 
if we keep his commandments.
Whoever says, ‘I know him’
without keeping his commandments, 
is a liar,
and truth has no place in him.
But anyone who does keep his word, 
in such a one
   God’s love truly reaches its perfection.
This is the proof 
that we are in God.
Whoever claims
    to remain in him
must act as he acted.
My dear friends,
this is not a new commandment 
   I am writing for you,
but an old commandment
that you have had from the beginning;
the old commandment
   is the message you have heard.
Yet in another way, I am writing 
    a new commandment for you
—and this is true for you,
    just as much as for him—
for darkness is passing away
and the true light is already shining.
Whoever claims to be in light
but hates his brother
is still in darkness.
Anyone who loves his brother
    remains in light
 and there is in him
    nothing to make him fall away.
But whoever hates his brother
    is in darkness
 and is walking about in darkness
 not knowing where he is going,
 because darkness has blinded him.

 

        Jesus speaks:

                    When you lied to save your
                face
after you sinned, blood
                red sins, I sweat blood from
                My face for your lies, for your
                sins.

                    If Mary came to you a pure heart
                would you work your games on
                her with your pride, abuse, hatred
                because of your anger you stuffed
                and to save face to those who hurt
                you, which you never really forgave,
                you, because of your pride smiled
                to the person saying 'oh, I am good
                nothing bothers me, I am holy and
                found a person you used,
                a whipping boy, beating Me at
                the pillar as you whipped them
                through pride and anger' —
                why —
                to
save your face

                Your face is your god —
                you lie for
your face
                you lie about your sins and
                    poured them on an ass as they
                    poured Me on Palm Sunday
                Hypocrite
                No matter, how I blessed you, offered
                you My love —
                gave you gifts —
                your pride swelled in you
                    and you always
saved your
                    face

                    while you spread Blood from
                    My wounds on Mine

                Your anger you conceal inside is
                    redder than the blood I
                    shed

                You have sinned, said you are lily
                    white — than tried to destroy
                    My gifts with your red hot
                    smothering anger

 


 
                You don't even begin to understand
                    the Father's Plan —

                Satan has counseled you through your
                    hatred to hurt all I tried to
                    do

                You worked against Me to save your
                    face

                You lied to save your face
                You showed those you needed to forgive
                    your lily white face while
                    you wore the red blood angry
                    face and punished another for your
                    hatred —

                    I watch the wars —
                    Wars for religion —
                    I cry blood for your world
                   
Your face is your god
                    Your pride in your hearts swelled
                        taller than the twin towers —
                        and the terrorist

                Do you see your own hatred you
                    pinned on an innocent
                    other — blood red

                While I asked you to help Me —
                    you turned to Me and gave Me
                    Your lying
mask
                    Your stone heart —
                    Your blood-ridden face — blood
                        ridden not with suffering
                        you suffered — it was from
                        the Blood you got from My
                        face, bleeding for your pride,
                        anger, lust, envy, hatred,
                        possessiveness —

                When I showed you My soft and supple
                    and loving Heart in all My messages
                    of love — you used My Movement
                    of love for your own evil inside

                My face bled for your sins

                SINS    SINS    SINS

                What do you say

                "I have none"
                "I am perfect"
                "I own you"
                "I am possessive"

                What does the Father say
                Your red hot sins you conceal from
                    yourself — your life is always known —
                    always before God —

                You think — one minute — I control
                    you, I stall, I provoke, I
                    want you to get frustrated so
                    I can block the important
                    work of God —

                I say — I watch you
                    I watch you
                    I watch you

                Your heart is packed solid with unforgiveness
                    like a hard rock — you tell yourself
                    your sins do not exist —
                    You have a scapegoat you blame
                        and kick for your pain —

                Then because your eyes are scarlet, like
                    crimson — you say — oh I did
                    nothing —

                Your sins are so deep you have blinded
                    yourself to the reality that you
                    sin — you have a whipping boy —
                    now you are frozen unless you
                    can hurt him so you watch —
                    so you can feel

                Boy you don't get it

                My Heart is an open door
                    A pot-bellied stove
                    A flame of love
                    I looked from the cross and endured
                        your ugly sins

                        lying, anger, hatred —
                        I went to you I cried
                        'Victory' — you cried
                        'Cross - My Savior' —

                    You never learned the Resurrection —
                    Your heart is wrapped, frozen, preserved
                        burial clothes of the tomb —

                    Life is not in that
                    It is Death - Resurrection —

                    When you came —
                    You wore your
mask
                    Your
mask became more convincing
                        as you worked on your glory —
                        not Mine and when I cried to
                        you — you called

                        "Hail, King of the Jews -
                            crucify Him"

 

                    And I said to you

                        "I am God - would you have Me
                            crucified too —
                            You whipped Me for your
                                sins —
                            You crowned My Head with
                                thorns —
                            Your sins purple - red with
                                hatred, anger,
                            But you said
                           
'Crucify Him',  even louder -
                            'for my HONOR and
                            GLORY and for the
sake of my
                            precious face
 

            the man continues
                        I wore the wounds of betrayal,
                            because those closest to me betrayed me,
                            I smiled at those that betrayed
                            me to
save my face because I
                            did not admit the truth about how
                            they hurt me and I wanted to look as if
                            I was strong for the
sake of my face.
                            And I needed to recognize my pain and
                            work into forgiving them so I was
                            not a clogged vessel or one who projects
                            hatred on innocent others. 
                            I should have worked to have a
                            loving heart not a hard one.

                            I heaped my hatred, my lies,
                            my games, my usury,
                            my need to rescue, for my
                            weakened power, on their
                            backs —

                        As long as I dominated the holy
                            ones
                            and
saved my face for the hungry —
                            I wore a white dress
                            A hard heart
                            My games became more advanced
                            My deception ever greater
                            My rule —   To RULE
                                at all cost

                            I said

                                Crucify, Jesus, King of the Jews

                            and I prided myself and said
                            I am the king —
                            I lie to
save face

                        When you said Jesus 'follow Me'
                        I said "no way"

                            I'm too mad
                            I have a life of stuffed anger —
                                I never used my heart for
                                loving

                            And I used my life for games to
                                cover up my bitter, angry,
                                heart
                                games — more advanced games

                        Hatred —
                        to
save face

                        And I wore a mask except to
                            those I used to act out my
                            anger, I let it rip —

                    I used passive-aggressive, confusing
                        manipulating games —
                        I made them beg for anything
                        frustrating them
                        frustrating them

                        until I pressed so hard they
                        acted out my pain from my
                        stone heart — because I never
                        felt — my heart was a rock,
                        locked in a tomb —
                        When I hurt I went to the
                        whipping boy — provoking and
                        provoking the gentle, soft
                        loving heart — using them
                        to do my suffering — I whipped
                        them and I never faced the
                        truth about my whole life

                    My face

                        Oh my face
                    Oh my mask
                    Oh my white shoes
                    Oh my white shirt and pants

                    Oh my face —
                    lets sing to me
                    sing glory to me I said and
                    I never gave any glory to
                    God — I was selfish —

                    hateful — I did my acts for my own
                    pride and
                    I hated the whole time
                    whipping — projecting my pain,
                        my hatred on failed relationships,
                        the job on another
                        so my collar was never wrinkled
                        I wore the white overalls —
                        They wore my blood"

                Jesus:
                    Eyes that see into the soul
                    God knows everything you silly
                       
mask man —
                    In the end the maggots eat the face
                    You lived your life to feed your
                        precious face to the maggots

                    What about your soul
                    Some store up money that they cannot
                        ever take with them

                    You lived a lie to save your 'bloody face'
                        and your pride was your crown
                        of glory

                    You sat on My throne "masked man"
                        and said to Me the Savior
                        louder then every one
                       
crucify my God, but save my
                       
precious face,  (an attendant) page  — come and
                        shine my crown of pride —
                        adorn my crown with jewels of
                        sapphire and jasmine and emeralds
                        and rubies —
                        give me seats of glory —

                    I live for what the world thinks of me
                        'I am holy' — Look at my sparkling
                       
face

                    Your face was your god
                   
Your mask, your treasure
                    You worried what she thought and
                        forgot about real holiness —
                        what God thought —
                        instead of obedience
                        you acted out of your wounded human nature
                        to try to bring down the authority
                        to weaken the structure
                        you shook your own floor
                        you stood on a wobbly base
                        one problem following another
                        like someone dropping a crate of eggs
                        your own control was paramount
                        while the structure I provided was weaken
                        as you turned the hour glass upside down

                        If you had your way
                        would you tell the birdies to fly upside down
                        would you turn the trees to rest on their foliage
                        then pride yourself in stupidity,
                        your feeble mind is trying to recreate the universe.
                        My dear son
                        the plan of the Father I have imparted to you
                        God is Omnipotent
                        God is all Powerful
                        God is all knowing
                        God is a Supreme Being
                        God is Divine
                        God's fanthomous love for you
                            created you in His image and likeness

                        Do you remember the story of Eve in the garden?

                         

Genesis 3: 5-6

God knows in fact that the day you eat it your eyes will be opened and you will be like gods, knowing good from evil.' The woman saw that the tree was good to eat and pleasing to the eye, and that it was enticing for the wisdom that it could give. So she took some of its fruit and ate it. She also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate it.

   

                        Now let me tell you a riddle:

                            A man went to buy an object
                            It had many pieces to assemble
                            He was given a book of instructions
                                for assembling the object

                            His wife came tiding up her house

                            The man came to assemble his
                                object and he had no clue
                                of what do do

                            Dear he said, where are my things
                                in the box

                            She said oh, I threw the extra
                                papers away —
                                my club girls were coming
                                tonight —
                                the instructions I used as a
                                hot pad and spaghetti sauce
                                made a mess on them so
                                I threw them out as the
                                waste man came

                                What?
                                What!
                                What*

                            She said, oh dear can you go to
                                the shed, I want to vacuum
                                under your feet

                        I have given to you My book of life,
                            I have given you My Word —
                            It begins with Genesis
                            Man is created in My image and
                                likeness

                            In the end — the Book of Revelation.

   

Revelation 21: 1-2, 9-10

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; the first heaven and the first earth had disappeared now, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride dressed for her husband.

... 'Come here and I will show you the bride that the Lamb has married.' In the spirit, he carried me to the top of a very high mountain, and showed me Jerusalem, the holy city, coming down out of heaven from God.
 

                        You have thrown out the baby
                            with the bath water

                        You have said nay to obedience
                            to your Creator —

                        How many plagues would it take
                            to change an obstinate -
                            willful, disobedient -
                            race

                        You are children of Adam and Eve
                            you are from the seed —
                            The tainted human nature —
                            You ignore your jealousies —
                            Your sins —
                            the devil works through your pride —
                            Your anger,
                            Your jealousy
                            You hid the truth from yourselves
                            about your lies

                        Oh my people

                        to save your face
                        to be supreme on the land
                        you hung the Savior on a
                            tree and you cried
                       
"Crucify Him"

                        In today's world people cry

                        We have only a king in ourselves —
                        We are to be chiefs
                        Seeking dominance for dominance
                            sake

                        You have hid your evil sins,
                            blamed others
                            done evil deeds

                        You are sinners
                        Why do you lie to Me
                        I am God
                        I created you

                        Oh My people of Zion
                        Aren't you sick of mud puddles
                        Go to the Mountain Top
                        Breathe in the gifts
                        Get your head out of your sick
                            shoes


                        A land was full and all over
                            people became sick with
                            a flu —
                            some coughed and coughed and
                            the germs, spread and spread
                            because people are vulnerable to
                            illnesses —
                            Oh watch it spread — the FLU
                            Oh watch the Power go out
                            Oh watch the storms
                            Oh watch a roof blow off
                            Oh watch the earth quake
                            Oh watch the fires in Florida

                            Oh watch people killing babies
                            Oh watch them fighting —
                                fighting until it is
                                not nice at all and

                            So many watch fighting on the News
                            So many watching fighting over
                                killing an innocent baby
                                Remember

Exodus 1: 15-22

    The king of Egypt then spoke to the Hebrew midwives, one of whom was called Shiphrah, and the other Puah. 'When you attend Hebrew women in childbirth,' he said, 'look at the two stones. If it is a boy, kill him; if a girl, let her live.' But the midwives were God-fearing women and did not obey the orders of the king of Egypt, but allowed the boys to live. So the king of Egypt summoned the midwives and said to them, 'What do you mean by allowing the boys to live?' The midwives said to Pharaoh, 'Hebrew women are not like Egyptian women, they are hardy and give birth before the midwife can get to them.' For this, God was good to the midwives, and the people went on increasing and growing more powerful; and since the midwives feared God, he gave them families of their own.

    Pharaoh then gave all his people this command: 'Throw every new-born boy into the river, but let all the girls live.'


Matthew 2: 16-18

  Herod was furious on realising that he had been fooled by the wise men, and in Bethlehem and its surrounding district he had all the male children killed who were two years old or less, reckoning by the date he had been careful to ask the wise men. Then were fulfilled the words spoken through the prophet Jeremiah: 

    A voice is heard in Ramah, 
    lamenting and weeping bitterly: 
    it is Rachel weeping for her children, 
    refusing to be comforted 
    because they are no more.

 

                                Remember the Prophets
                                Remember how they were
                                            rejected, persecuted

                        You men have tainted human natures
                        I bled for your lies
                        You lie
                        You try to save your face
                        You are imperfect

 

1 John 1: 6-10


If we say that we share in God’s life
while we are living in darkness,
we are lying,
    because we are not living the truth.
But if we live in light,
as he is in light,
we have a share in another’s life,
and the blood of Jesus, his Son,
cleanses us from all sin.

If we say, ‘We have no sin,’
we are deceiving ourselves,
and truth has no place in us;
if we acknowledge our sins,
he is trustworthy and upright,
so that he will forgive our sins
and will cleanse us from all evil.
If we say, ‘We have never sinned,’
we make him a liar,
and his word has no place in us.

   

                        Now listen "Oh Jerusalem for I
                            called a city to come and
                            to be renewed —"
                            Oh Listen all you men of
                                this earth

                            Mary came —
                            not like Eve in the garden
                                spreading any pride,
                                jealousy —

                        Mary came and appeared —
                        Mary most pure
                        Queen of the Sinful Race
                        She came a gift of your Heavenly
                            Father

                        You broke her image head —
                            the image of Mary —

                        Oh sinful people of Zion
                        Oh I cried over My city
                        Oh I see blood in the streets
                            the slaughter of babies

                        You know not the wounds of your own
                            hearts —
                            You are prideful
                            You blame each other
                            You want dominance for
                                dominance sake

                        If only you cared that God
                            was watching your
                            every thought —
                                     action —

                        You are tainted

                        TURN TO ME WITH
                        ALL YOUR Heart

                        You seek your glory in
                            your mask

                        You carry your wounds like
                            old men with a cane
                            unable to walk

                        ADMIT You are
                        Wounded
                        Be laid bare

    

January 5, 1997

 Jesus: BABY, BARE BABY, LAID BARE

Bare, Bare Baby, Laid Bare

Open yourself, Oh Jerusalem, your time is come you will be a light to the people in darkness, many will walk whence you come and the earth will be shakened and the light will come across a dark sky and enlighten their minds.

Oh stiff-necked people, you are so stiff in your ways, let the Spirit envelope you and lead you on your way.

A country of stiffs, a people of planning and prodding, of deliberating and wondering--you lack faith, Jerusalem, you lack faith in God.

Oh walk naked into the cold night, you are cold in your hearts and naked in your clothing--I clothe you with glory, I light your face with light, but you turn your cheeks to the darkness and stay stiff-necked in your hearts. Oh cold and dark hearts, reach for the light that you may know the glory that awaits the sinners and enlightens their minds.

end of January 5, 1997

     

                        If you lost the ability to breathe
                            how much control have you
                            then —

                        Would you worry for your face
                            before others —
                            would you worry for your
                            masks

                        The batting of an eye
                        The dropping of a pin and
                        your life has ended

                        Do you control this?

                        Can you stop an accident as a
                            tractor trailer is about
                            to run into your car

                        Think of your soul
                        Focus on God
                        Not on what tainted others tell
                            you when they are lying
                            to you

                        Discern your promptings —
                        Are they truly from God
                        Are they truly from the devil
                        Are they your own thoughts
                       
                        I want you to be a light in the
                            market place

                        Live to serve God
                        Focus on the beauty of your own graced
                            soul

                        You see God imperfectly
                        You see others imperfectly
                        You see yourself imperfectly

                        Prophets were rejected —
                            do you listen to the daily
                            scriptures at Mass

                        I am the Chief Prophet

                            I am your King

                        I was rejected and hung on a tree
                            for your sins —

                        The devil is waging war
                            division
                            pressing down — marriages
                            weak authority
                            Authority not rooted in the
                                truth

                        You must pray

                        Your floors are wobbling
                        You think — Oh hurricanes
                        You don't see the fingers reaching
                            out crippling more and more —
                            fingers of evil —
                            networks that carry evil and

                        You are sick, sucked in as
                            satan works through your
                            wounds

                        When you were a victim — you
                            suffered
                            To have an army of victims
                            you hurt is a big spiritual problem —

                        You are here to grow to be more and more
                            perfected as your heavenly
                            Father is perfect

                        STOP IT

                        FOR THE

                        SAKE OF

                        YOUR SOUL

                        You are bogged down by
                            unhealed wounds —
                            bleeding wounds you lied to
                            yourself about —
                            forgive
                            and proceed in love as
                            a healer
                            as one empowered with
                            a holy heart of LOVE

                        You were created to LOVE

                        It is the greatest commandment.
                               
                       

Matthew 22: 36-40

'Master, which is the greatest commandment of the Law?' Jesus said to him, 'You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the greatest and the first commandment. The second resembles it: You must love your neighbour as yourself. On these two commandments hang the whole Law, and the Prophets too.'

 

                        In seeing through My eyes you will
                            be empowered to do My work —
                            Lovers — not sick spiritually wounded
                                            children

                        You say

                            Oh you are sick, the flu?

                        I say

                            Oh you have a spiritual flu
                                a broken heart
                                a gut of pain
                                you nurse it
                                you blame others
                                you hate innocent ones

                        You say

                            "Oh Jesus help me"

                        I have laid you people bear —
                            you are sick with more than
                            a flu —
                            you don't even know it

                        Like a fog it has covered you
                            and you hang under the
                            blanket and cough and chokes
                            and don't even notice
                            anymore how insensitive you are —
                            passing your ugly lies off to save
                                your face
                                holding a stone heart
                                A heart harder than
 
                                   
BAKED CLAY
                              LIKE A ROCK

                        You have imperfect vision
                        Use My Blue Books —
                        I speak to you of My love

                        I give you My vision to help
                            your imperfect vision of yourselves
                            and others —

                            I give you My Blue Book to tell the
                                world the TRUTH

                            My vision is seeing you
                                the beautiful creation
                                molded in the image
                                and likeness of God

                        I AM LIGHT
                       
                                 

Colossians 1: 15-20

He is the image of the unseen God,
the first–born of all creation,
for in him were created all things
in heaven and on earth:
everything visible
    and everything invisible,
thrones, ruling forces,
    sovereignties, powers—
all things were created through him
    and for him.
He exists before all things
and in him all things hold together,
and he is the Head of the Body,
that is, the Church.

He is the Beginning,
the first–born from the dead,
so that he should be supreme in every way;
because God wanted all fullness
    to be found in him
and through him
    to reconcile all things to him,
everything in heaven
    and everything on earth,
by making peace through his death
    on the cross.

 

John 1: 29-34

The next day, he saw Jesus coming towards him and said, ‘Look, there is the lamb of God that takes away the sin of the world. It was of him that I said, "Behind me comes one who has passed ahead of me because he existed before me." I did not know him myself, and yet my purpose in coming to baptise with water was so that he might be revealed to Israel.’ And John declared, ‘I saw the Spirit come down on him like a dove from heaven and rest on him. I did not know him myself, but he who sent me to baptise with water had said to me, "The man on whom you see the Spirit come down and rest is the one who is to baptise with the Holy Spirit." I have seen and I testify that he is the Chosen One of God.’

 

                        Jesus:
                        I looked to them at play
                            on the surface of the
                            earth and I said —
                            Oh it is good

                        I look at this world today

                        You wanted to shine before the kids
                        and the palace
                        you betrayed the real King of glory
                        in your eyes - you were the king —
                        so you had no problem —
                        no vision to cry aloud
                       
"Crucify Him"
                       
"Crucify Him" you cried louder than
                            any voice

                    You never wanted Me on the throne — you
                        used Me for your
mask — your glory —
                        you betrayed, Me, the King, you
crucified
                        Me
and you sat on My throne while
                        I bled for your 'bloody face'

                    Save your face
                    You said
                    Make everyone think you are good while
                        you disobey, lie, abuse,
                        hold on years of anger, meditate
                        to win My crown

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