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November 3, 2003
November 4th Holy Spirit Novena 
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November 3, 2003
Jesus speaks: Dear child,
                               
I love you with such love you will never know
                           
here below. Oh child I love you, I want you to focus
                           
now on our love affair.
I am the Light that shines in the darkest night.
                               
When you obey God and live according to His
                           
laws, when you live for love of Me, when you love
                           
deeply one another according to God's will, when
                           
you give yourself to Me in loving surrender you
                           
will be a light shinning in the darkness.
                               
I come to you in the night and I ask for your
                           
hand to help Me. Some say, oh no, I have to do my
                           
own things, I don't want to help you God.
                               
And I say oh, you I have called and you are so
                           
busy about many things, but some of your time is
                           
wasted, some are very selfish about their time
                           
given, they could help Me promote the Kingdom,
                           
but they choose not to.
                               
Like a thief in the night, I will come in your
                           
lives to take you home and all your wasted time,
                           
you will not be able to go back then and change
                           
the way you lived.
                               
Oh the night watchman labored in the night
                           
guarding against the attacks of the enemy. When others
                           
slept steadfastly, he was awake at the dark hour with
                           
the purpose of watching, being vigilant, loving,
                           
guarding, helping and taking care of the safety of
                           
those in the house and the belongings.
                               
You do not know what today may bring. You can
                           
prepare as if you are in control and in fact you
                           
really control so little. The sun shines on you or the
                           
rains come and wind can blow you off course, your
                           
electric power is controlled by the Power Company, bugs
                           
can infest your dwellings, fires start from a burned
                           
cigarette butt, the forest fires can rage out of
                           
control — heat, heat and more heat, fire that burns and
                           
destroys. A mad man can stalk at your door and
                           
peer into your windows, one can invade the privacy
                           
of your home by harassing you with phone calls,
                           
e-mails, faxes or following you. People under the
                           
influence can visit your public buildings and be
                           
a constant threat to your customers. Irritations —
                           
problems. One man can serve you, another attempt
                           
to harass you.
                               
What will become of the ones that have led a life
                           
of disharmony and causing pain, because they
                           
choose to be this way habitually.
I am God. I am peace and love.
                               
A man walked into a building and began yelling
                           
and hurting others with his noise and vile speech.
                           
He was like a porcupine, he carried a bag of pain and
                           
when in the presence of others he screamed to be
                           
treated the way he desired. He argued, he hated, he
                           
wanted excitement.
                               
I am order. I am love. I am peace. I come to
                           
bring you joy.
                               
Those who visited that place, felt the unrest,
                           
they ran away in pain to free themselves of
                           
this enslavement.
                               
Oh is a home, a home at all when there are those
                           
who fight because it is habitual. Life is short and
                           
every day is precious, every day is a day to learn
                           
to love one another, but never to ignore My
                           
Word, My commandments.
                               
Live in purity. Enter by the narrow gate. Do not
                           
enter like the bellowing serpent making a scene
                           
he screams to cause disharmony, he screams to have
                           
his way, he steps on everyone else and thinks only
                           
of himself.
                               
Satan comes in to disrupt, to cause disharmony,
                           
to cause division.
                               
When I live in the hearts of the people there is
                           
peace, love and joy. I do not enter in the man coming
                           
screaming with his angry speech.
                               
I come in like the soft music that blows as
                           
gentle notes on an overcast day. A mist of
                           
sweetness, a sunny shine, a spray of gold over
                           
your belongings reflected from the autumn 
                           
leaves outside.
                               
I have painted the country side, in reds and browns
                           
and gold, I have sprayed My fur trees with little
                           
snow flakes of lace, I have given you sun rays to
                           
dance on the waters, and summer sun to warm your
                           
little gardens and flowers.
                               
I have called the night and adorned the sky with
                           
silver stars and a beautiful red, goldish, moon
                           
that has hung like a big lantern in the skies
                           
and into My world comes the wretched —
                               
the ones screams, causing disharmony,
                           
the ones unloving and selfish.
                               
My walls are sweet with the smell of peace
                           
and a fresh aroma of fragrant flowers.
                           
My world I give you with the beauty of snow
                           
caped mountains and glistening lakes and like
                           
the alcoholic who can enter a peaceful home
                           
and cause disruption, you have walked My
                           
earth, slandered My Name, screamed obscenities
                           
filled the air with violent angry tones and
                           
fought with a broom beating your brothers
                           
to the ground. Even mothers have jerked little
                           
babies from their wombs and destroyed their
                           
little bodies.
                               
Oh how hard your hearts and how selfish
                           
the ways of many.
                               
I give you the surface of the earth and
                           
the beautiful play grounds. Water-falls,
                           
mountains, oceans, gardens of the sweetest
                           
flowers. I remain with you truly present in
                           
the Eucharist in My Churches.
                               
Some have yelled in My Churches before Me in
                           
the Blessed Sacrament. They think no one is watching.
                           
Where angels have bowed in reverence to Me and
                           
honored My Sacred Name, others have spit on Me
                           
and dishonored My Name, My images, and talked
                           
dishonorably about My Church in ways that are
                           
not true.
                               
I am the way, the truth and the life. You must
                           
want truth in all things. Do not lie or stretch
                           
things to prove something that is not really the
                           
truth.
                               
How will children learn about real peace when
                           
every television they see from day one speaks of
                           
war and blasphemes Me and uses My Name in vain.
                           
Oh the eyes and ears of children, they come sweet
                           
and innocent and then your world shows them
                           
the violent scenes of the movies, the television
                           
and the news.
                               
Little ones with ears so pure and eyes wide
                           
open looking for beauty watch a man on television
                           
mane his brother and then you wonder why the
                           
violence in the real world. Children of ten are given
                           
violent video games, with My beautiful woman
                           
depicted as sexual, sensuous figures, hard with
                           
guns and ready to fight.
                               
You are breeding children of confusion.
                           
Where the gentle breath and heartbeat inside
                           
are soft and luring, the noise in the world is
                           
so hard, so ugly, so cruel and so violent — 
                               
I hear you play soft music on shows,
                           
pleasing the heart, only to come down twice as
                           
hard with the ugly violent tones of disharmony,
                           
anger, disobedience and cold violent bloody
                           
murder. It's like lulling a baby to sleep to make
                           
the rude sounds of terror knock the heart from
                           
the cradle into fear and more terror then ever
                           
before.
You were created for love.
                               
You were created to love Me and love one
                           
another.
                               
Oh the rude man walks into a quiet house
                           
and bangs the pans.
                               
The lady who is looking for a peaceful home
                           
says to herself, oh I am getting far from here,
                           
I never heard such a thing.
                               
The rude man grew up with the violent
                           
noise, he will never stop unless he stops
                           
to listen to the voices around them, "People don't
                           
act like you, you act crazy."
                               
He leaves a world of wounded soldiers just
                           
like those who taught him to be this way.
                               
In the quiet, loving house is heard the
                           
sound of birds chirping from an open window,
                           
a warm freshly made bed, and an apple pie
                           
with the aroma for those who want feeding.
                               
In the house of fear comes the angry man,
                           
wanting his way, throwing the dishes and holding
                           
a bottle of liquor close to his chest. His children
                           
go into the world thinking this is normal and
                           
model their lives after him. To get others going
                           
they are violent, loud, angry and just
                           
mean and abuse. They attempt everywhere they go
                           
to make "homes" like this.
                               
Children from quiet, loving homes are in
                           
fear when the angry man approaches. They
                           
know they grew up in a normal home. Dad
                           
held them as a child and told them of his love,
                           
where those in the angry house were hit,
                           
screamed at and not recognized as very
                           
valuable, the people in the loving house-
                           
hold constantly told the children how good
                           
were their accomplishments.
                               
The wounded children then go through life
                           
wounded. Why does one enter a room to make
                           
peace and another to play sick games of
                           
manipulation, control and violence.
                               
The wounded children of the earth hid their
                           
mistreatment many times or do not even know
                           
what normal love relationships are.
                               
While others are building homes and relationships
                           
with love and doing many things to build My
                           
Kingdom, the wounded ones are ready to fight,
                           
looking for the recognition they never had as
                           
a child, arguing over little matters to be
                           
the one on top, their hearts are at unrest, they
                           
live their lives trying to rectify their wounded
                           
self-concepts, hurt feelings and disharmony
                           
which is deep down in their hearts.
                               
Some project their ugly feelings on innocent
                           
bystanders in an attempt to once and for all
                           
work out their problems from the past. And
                           
the sad things are, they are often unaware of
                           
their battered past and really believe these innocent
                           
acquaintances have caused them the pain they
                           
feel inside. Some live in their mind, writing a
                           
script, the same as a movie producer, some
                           
real, but mostly fiction about the players
                           
they interact with in life. To have an acquaintance
                           
is not to openly interact with them, but to make
                           
up a scenario and play in their mind to work out
                           
their hidden pain and sorrow and then like in
                           
a play the triumph comes when all have
                           
accepted them as a leader, a hero, and they
                           
will live happily ever after as the King instead
                           
of a mere henchman taking orders from an
                           
oppressive King.
                               
When the interaction begins, the plays start
                           
to be written in their minds, they often are
                           
people that spend a lot of time alone away
                           
from others so they can put together this
                           
play, putting the new people in their roles
                           
and making the roles of these people very
                           
real to them.
                               
Writing letters, journaling can become
                           
dangerous, because the person actually writes
                           
up a script and the players.
                               
My letters I give you in God's Blue Book are
                           
letters of love. I want letters of love in return.
                           
I want letters of peace and harmony and truth.
                           
Some people think if they think it and believe it
                           
it is true.
                               
Mary thought Fred loved her. She envisioned
                           
him doing things to win her favor. She assumed
                           
innocent coincidences were special things he did
                           
to win her favors. She wrote letters of what she
                           
thought about their relationship. She spent a
                           
lot of time "day-dreaming", thinking so this story
                           
would seem real to her. She isolated herself from
                           
others. When she did not get the reaction she wanted
                           
from Fred, she became angry. She knew Fred would
                           
fill her and make her happy and then he went
                           
by her and didn't notice her. How could he
                           
do that. She loved Fred (she thought) so deeply.
                           
She then began watching Fred, she went to his
                           
work to see his car and she didn't want him
                           
to even talk to other women. She became very
                           
jealous of anyone he spent time with. She
                           
was very sick because what she believed she
                           
made up in her mind. She believed it was true
                           
and it wasn't, she acted on her fictitious
                           
story she made up in her mind. She prided
                           
herself into believing she could help Fred. She
                           
began projecting her own dysfunctional life
                           
on Fred. She was an abused child. She saw Fred
                           
as an abused child and she wanted to help him
                           
get over his problems. She thought, oh he needs
                           
me, I must watch him, love him more, . . .
                           
She made herself the one not having a problem and
                           
projected her own problem on Fred.
                           
There are some people that are in need of deep
                           
healing that work out all sorts of sick behaviors
                           
on others, just because they believe in their mind
                           
they are true when in fact they are not true at all.
                           
Writing letters to Me, must be done in truth, not
                               
fantasy, not in anger.
                           
My Blue Book messages are a vital part of this
                               
experience.
Always pray the Prayer for Union with Jesus.
It is important to interact with others.
                           
Many people stay to themselves and live in their
                               
own sick reality — it is a reality they make
                               
up in their mind — when they begin assuming
                               
things about others and have little contact
                               
with the others, that can be a serious problem.
                               
They can write the script in a fantasy and they
                                   
can then begin acting on it.
Living the life of Consecration —
                               
Consecrating your hearts to Our Two Hearts can
                                   
help you live in the truth.
You must seek the truth.
                           
Some people don't feel good inside, they have years
                               
of built up anger and then they look for
                               
someone who has been nice to them and then
                               
"pin" all their built up anger on them. It can
                               
be generations of anger that is passed down
                               
and down. A man or woman may date a person
                               
and be nice at first, then when they get
                               
married begin to work all their built up anger
                               
on the other or expect the other to make them
                               
happy. They may get married to get love only
                               
for themselves, to have the wife that will
                               
dote on everything they do and may use
                               
force to try to get what they want — Recognition
                               
etc.
                           
Because some one is convinced something is real or
                               
is true, this does not mean it is true.
                               
Relationships are made by real interaction.
                           
In My Families Shepherds of Christ, I want centers
                               
of peace and of love
                           
I want China to be a place, people will come and
                               
feel the peace, the love, as they focus on
                               
My true presence in the Blessed Sacrament.
                           
I want My houses to be houses of love, of
                               
respect of joy, of living out your
                               
Spousal union to Me.
                           
My houses do not exist so a person who isn't
                               
married can come and expect people in the
                               
community to be like a wife or husband.
                               
I am the Spouse, you come and you are
                               
filled by Me.
                           
Ann Marie never married. She entered a community
                               
and she expected those in the community to
                               
fill her and make her feel whole. She was
                               
wounded as a child and very hurt and
                               
needed much recognition and love.
                               
At first she struggled because her intentions
                               
was to get love for herself.
                               
Soon she had a healing and realized the more
                               
she lived her Spousal union with Me
                               
the more she could be happy and give
                               
love to others.
                           
She no longer was trying to figure out how
                               
everyone was thinking bad things about her
                               
and not filling her — She knew how important
                               
her role was as a sister to help others and
                               
love them.
                           
She was set free. She helped to build a community
                               
of love and peace. She quit looking for
                               
individual recognition and tried to do
                               
the work of promoting the Kingdom in
                               
the way the community was striving to do.
                           
I want oneness in My communities. People
                               
working for a common goal, praying
                               
as a body, working together, in joy,
                               
being one.
                           
In China, I want the focus on the way of
                               
life, Eucharistic Adoration. Living
                               
in community and peace and love,
                               
doing the work of duplicating and
                               
some mailings, going to some conventions.
In Florida, I want homes of love.
                           
Satan will send people to the site to distract
                               
you — you must keep the focus.
                               
You are there to serve the pilgrims by
                               
providing prayer services and spreading
                               
this important message I give you.
                           
In Cincinnati, besides the humble store — this is 
                               
where the Movement is run from — It is the
                               
Capitol — correspondence by letter, e-mail,
                               
phone, prayer chapter leaders, Eucharistic
                               
Apostles leaders — all go through Cincinnati —
                               
This includes Morrow and outreaching areas.
                               
The main leaders are in Cincinnati.
                               
Other leaders at other sites are very important.
Jasper is the Rosary Center for now.
                           
School Rosary Programs and others are coming
                               
some from Toledo.
Prison Ministry now is mainly in Cincinnati and New York.
                           
Living in communities help you grow to be
                               
more perfected in your ways of loving.
                           
In seeing yourself in the eyes of others,
                               
you work together with a common
                               
goal to do this work.
                           
There should be centers and homes of love and
                               
warmth.
You work as a unit.
                           
Some come to a community seeking a time when
                               
they will run things —
                               
A person entering a marriage to get love
                                   
rather than give love has a problem.
                               
You join the Movement, because you
                                   
love Me and love the Movement.
Schedule for November
4, 2003
4:00 a.m. - Mass4:37 a.m. - Morning Offering & Prayers
4:49 a.m. - Children's Rosary December 25, 1994
5:23 a.m. - Soothing Mary Songs
5:51 a.m. - Mary's Message
5:58 a.m. - Songs in Spanish sung by Fernando
6:20 a.m. - 6:20 prayers led by Father Carter
Holy Spirit Novena
Shepherds of Christ Prayer Manual
Rosary7:24 a.m. - Songs
7:58 a.m. - Live Rosary from December 13, 1996
9:21 a.m. - Songs from Jesus
10:14 a.m. - Morning Offering
10:18 a.m. - Mary's Message
10:24 a.m. - Nursing Home #4
11:06 a.m. - Seven Sorrows
11:21 a.m. - Children's Rosary March 20, 1997
12:07 p.m. - Songs
1:27 p.m. - Special Messages from Jesus
given to Father Carter1:55 p.m. - Newsletter 2000 Issue 2
(Suffering: A Source of Life)3:29 p.m. - Songs
4:00 p.m. - Mass
4:37 p.m. - Songs & Messages October 24, 1995
5:41 p.m. - Mary's Message
5:47 p.m. - Mysteries of Light July 10, 2003 #1
6:20 p.m. - 6:20 prayers led by Father Carter
Holy Spirit Novena
Shepherds of Christ Prayer Manual
Rosary7:24 p.m. - Glorious Rosary April 16, 1995
8:08 p.m. - Tell My People read by Father Carter
9:39 p.m. - Daily Messages December 11-12, 1998
11:08 p.m. - Mary's Message
11:14 p.m. - Songs
12:34 a.m. - The Spirituality of Fatima
read by Father Carter & Rita Ring1:16 a.m. - Instrumental Songs
1:49 a.m. - Nursing Home #2
2:26 a.m. - Sorrowful Rosary Aves
2:58 a.m. - Morning Offering
3:02 a.m. - Mary's Message
3:08 a.m. - Children praying the
Shepherds of Christ prayers3:26 a.m. - Songs
4:00 a.m. - Mass
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