Mary has requested that the daily message be given each day to the world. It is read nightly at the prayer service from her Image Building in Clearwater, Florida, U.S.A. This is according to her request. All attempts will be made to publish this daily message to the world at 11 p.m. Eastern time, U.S.A. We acknowledge that the final authority regarding these messages rests with the Holy See of Rome.

June 14, 2005

Accept Your Life, Crosses and All (excerpt)

December 15, 1993 - 3:25a.m.

Jesus speaks: Put God first and you will not search in vain. Make a commitment to Me. Make your goal a diploma in sainthood. This is all that matters. Then all you touch will be taught by the Master, for I teach through you when you go to My school. You are teaching lessons today to your brothers through your actions. Are they My lessons or are they the world's? You are busy, little one. I have work for you to do. Why sit you idle while I teach? Listen to My promptings in your heart and be of Me. This is the greatest work you can do. All else is of no account. You are My teachers in this world. See that you teach My lessons by your daily life. To do this you must come and be taught be Me yourself.

   

 

June 14, 2005 message continues

Jesus speaks:    Be positive

                            pray every hour   
                                or half hour

Novena to the Infant of Prague
(to be prayed hourly if possible)

 
          O Jesus, who said, "Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and it shall be opened to you," through the intercession of Mary, Your most holy Mother, I knock, I seek, I ask that my prayer be granted. 

          O Jesus, who said, "All that you ask of the Father in My Name He will grant you," through the intercession of Mary, Your most holy Mother, I humbly and urgently ask Your Father in Your Name that my prayer be granted. 

          O Jesus, who said, "Heaven and earth shall pass away, but My word shall not pass," through the intercession of Mary, Your most holy Mother, I feel confident that my prayer will be granted.

June 14, 2005 message continues

Jesus speaks:        Dear Child,

                                I love you so very much,
                                I see you afraid and I love
                                    you.

                                A woman in labor is in anguish
                                    for her hour has not come —
                                    You are suffering for you were
                                    made to be with Me in heaven.

                                A night watchman, watches by the
                                    night, he peers into the darkness,
                                    he walks when most sleep —

                                I call you to be lights in the
                                    darkness, to see with clear
                                    vision when others do not see —
                                    you see so clearly

                                One man sows —
                                    another reaps —
                                    some come to tear up —
                                    some plant destructive weeds —

                                Lights shine and you take them for
                                    granted —
                                    but oh if they cease to shine
                                    you cry a blood curdling
                                    sound —
                                    a penetrating cry from the
                                        darkness —

                                    Let no man pull the wool over
                                your eyes, lest you fall because
                                your sight is impaired —

                                let wool blankets be used to cover
                                    the cold —

                                Let your hearts keep you warm
                                    from the fire of My love
                                    radiating from your breast —

                                A man looks out his window
                                    and is obstructed by buildings
                                    that have been built too
                                    close —

                                He complains, oh the vision once
                                was wide and open and now I
                                see absolutely nothing

                                    Where I once saw the fields
                                and the wind blowing the wheat,
                                where I once saw a tiny lake and
                                blue skies, little prairie flowers
                                I now see one big dark wall for
                                the building was built in the field
                                and the wall right next to my
                                window.

                                    I feel so closed in, I want to cry —
                                Lights were once shining in my room —
                                I heard the noises of nature, I could
                                open my window and a big
                                breeze came through — a sweet
                                breathe of fresh air kissing
                                my skin as I worked  —

                                    Now no light, or little barely peeks
                                        through —
                                    The wall looks like a dark
                                        prison wall to me —
                                    I feel so blocked and pended
                                        in and

                                    From around the building I now
                                        hear — beeps and big trucks
                                        pulling around the other
                                        side as men load and unload
                                        merchandise —

                                    When one buys a house, a building
                                you must anticipate who owns the
                                lot next door and how close are they —
                                really.

                                    A lady had a special park bench in
                                a little park at the end of her street —
                                A white little picket fence was in
                                front of a beautiful flower garden.

                                    Everyday she prayed her rosary
                                walking to the bench and sitting
                                listening to the birds and seeing
                                the little fence and beautiful flowers.
                                She envisioned a statue of Mary
                                close to the flower garden, the sky
                                was blue and she could really pray.

                                    Later on her bench was used to
                                carry signs to get money for advertising —
                                the little park was paved with
                                black top and it was made a cab
                                stand. On her little bench was
                                signs of nudity for magazines,
                                risqué shows and all sordid
                                things.

                                    When she woke in the morning
                                she cried. For years she went to
                                the bench and prayed and gave such
                                love to Me her God.

                                When you have been hoed under by
                                a big bull dozer and your space
                                destroyed will you recognize how
                                close you are to a world that doesn't
                                care about the real beauty you
                                once had.

                                    Well you say, Jesus, the others
                                owned the land right up to the
                                window.

                                    Well I say, well child, the
                                story is just a little story to tell
                                you how close some ugly things are
                                to you right now and you are crying
                                but some people don't even know
                                why.

                                    The end to the first story is
                                some pornographic pictures were then
                                placed on the wall next to the
                                house with the window that once
                                opened to a field. They were to drive
                                the owner away. The devil not
                                only wants to steal your peace
                                he wants to drive you down a
                                road to hell and the sad thing
                                is — is people once sitting on
                                benches and praying the rosary or
                                admiring the beauty of the fields
                                are because of being surrounded
                                by new surroundings choking
                                in on them — are following
                                the piper playing the sour
                                notes —

                                    You are being pressed on — on
                                all sides by satan and you are
                                becoming used to it —

                                    You are becoming accustomed
                                to the sights and the hard
                                angry women are the ones showing
                                your babies about women and
                                it is far from the purity of the
                                Blessed Virgin Mary.

                                You dig around the building where
                                    My Mother appears —
                                    you knock off her head —
                                    you build a road to go where --
                                    backing My building into a hole
                                    like the woman with the window
                                    and the field —

                                Where does your super road lead
                                    you —
 

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