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I appear my children on this former bank building in Florida, Our Lady Clothed with the Sun.

December 17, 2004

December 18th Holy Spirit Novena
Scripture selection is Day 9 Period II.

The Novena Rosary Mysteries
for December 18th are Glorious.

                                                     

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December 17, 2004

Messenger:        
Florida is a state to bring forth
                                fruit.

                            Mary has promised tremendous grace
                                of healing for all who go
                                to the Florida site.

                            Florida has been known for
                                it's citrus fruit for a
                                long, long time.
  

Mary speaks:     Seedless, barren, no fruit on
                                the vine.

                            My Son Jesus has poured out
                                His richest gifts to you,
                                season after season after season -
                                fruit from the sunny state
                                of Florida.

                            Orlando - the home of juicy
                                oranges.

                            Your fruit trees have been ravaged.

                            Your boat hangers -
                                blown to bits.

                            Where before your vessels carried
                                the fruit to many lands,
                                production has been halted.

                            The trees have been crumpled
                                up, many of them, and
                                left for dead.

                            I came, sent by the Father,
                                in rainbow glistening color -
                                a gift to the people of the
                                earth.

                            You continue to feast on your fruits,
                                to enjoy your boat rides,
                                when the Mother of God was in
                                your midst appearing as I
                                did on the building.

                            Polish, American, Spanish-speaking...
                                people from all over the world
                                in great wealth in the sunny
                                state of Florida.

                            When I appeared you would not
                                take notice.

                            Picture perfect -
                                every blade of grass in order,
                                why should you listen to the
                                Mother of God -
                                you have money, great riches, blue
                                and sunny skies, beautiful waters
                                surrounding the entire state, 
                                temperatures so sweet
                                that people come from afar
                                to visit this magnificence.

                            The blue of your water is
                                as beautiful as my mantle
                                of peace...

                            The fruit trees now are barren,
                                the ones that remain are
                                laced with brown and dead portions, 
                                the white birds can still be 
                                seen overhead flying,
                                but the land has been ravaged.

                            What will become of all of the
                                fruitless groves, you say, and
                                the devastation can make one
                                cry, not for a week and a
                                month, but permanently.

                            Where once could be seen
                                beautifully painted homes,
                                pristine white, neat as a pin,
                                now the homes are gray, old-looking,
                                pieces hang off from the house
                                and months later a blue tarp
                                of plastic covers what once was
                                a beautiful roof.

                            It was a belt that came across
                                your state - one taken from
                                the bed, one is left,
                                it ripped through in hours.

                            It forced the people of the fruitful
                                state to sit up and take
                                notice when their trees were
                                uprooted and their roofs
                                blown off, when the fruit trees,
                                once fruitful, now look like
                                a war zone or a place where
                                a forest fire leveled the scene.

                            It was devastating indeed.

                            The signs that once heralded
                                hotels and fast food chains
                                were wiped like little daisies
                                from the flowering field
                                and all that remained of them
                                was a battered stem.

                            Oh my children, the Father sent
                                me as a messenger all
                                through the century and I
                                was ignored.

                            Let me tell you a little story -
                                a man was given a beautiful
                                body and at a certain age
                                he began to become over
                                indulgent.

                            He ate, drank, smoked,
                                and engaged in sexual
                                promiscuity incessantly,
                                without control as if there
                                was no tomorrow.

                            He was always jolly,
                                he had no bounds.

                            He abused his body.

                            And one fine morning when
                                the sun came above the ocean
                                where he slept in his
                                richest dwelling next to
                                his mistress, the sound went
                                off like a siren within him
                                and he died of a heart attack.

                            Oh you say, that he would of
                                heeded the warning,
                                but he saw himself as indestructible
                                and without bounds.

                            Your oranges grew with much
                                fruitfulness for years and years
                                and years.

                            Now most of your groves have been
                                thwarted with an angel of death,
                                a siren raged in the night,
                                an angel of death wiped
                                some clean.

                            Have you spread your doorpost
                                with the Blood of the Lamb?

                            Do you realize the richest treasure
                                is in life - not here for a
                                few years, but forever,
                                for all eternity.

                            Sing the song: Jesus the Light of the World

                            How do We get your attention?

                            Sing: Come with Me into the Fields
  

                         The Song of Fruit

                            Oh the fruit is fruitful
                                when the soil is right,
                                when the sun is shining,
                                it sure gives light.

                            When the winter comes
                                with its torrential winds,
                                the cold and frost
                                can choke.

                            Oh the bins are empty now,
                                the ripe land thwarted
                                a barren branch
                                is now seen
                                where the fruitful ones once were.

                            The fields look dark like hay
                                the birds are still flying,
                                the cows are still grazing,
                                but once beautiful lands look ravaged.

                            Where there was once what seemed to be order
                                there is now disorder and array.

                            Men are weary now
                                sorting through the dead debris.

                            A night is seen,
                                with a silver moon still shining,
                                the sun comes up everyday.

                            The sky is beautiful blue
                                the water is still magnificent,
                                white capped waves some days,
                                soft gentle breezes of the ocean on others.

   

Hurricane raging

  

calm water

    

December 17, 2004 continues

Jesus speaks:       Did you hear of the angry guy?
                                One day as if provoked,
                                he shouts aloud at work.
                                His workers are tense,
                                sit up straight in their seats
                                to do the job at hand.

                            The next day he comes in
                                like a little lamb
                                singing and laughing
                                and they wonder
                                when the next shoe will fall.

                            As you drive across the state
                                will you see the big trucks
                                with the Indian River grapefruits?

                            Do you ever see that?
                            Did it ever happen?
                            Do you know?
                            Are you confused?
                            Are you blind?
                            Are you unaware?

                            Mary Lou was a teacher in a grade school.
                                She lived in North Dakota.
                                She never traveled out of the state.

                            Sue Brockman was another lady
                                teaching in the same grade school.
                                She spent her life traveling and
                                    keeping up with current events.
                                She was very interested
                                    in the hurricanes in Florida
                                    and its effects on the people.

                            She came alive with this information in the classroom.

                            Joe Smith was a male teacher in the school.
                                He didn't care much about the hurricane so far away.
                                His class centered around sports events
                                    competitions, coaches, 
                                    the lives of some players.

                            Mitzie was a teacher and librarian,
                                she knew about the arts,
                                books, novels, poems, etc.

                            The school was graced with many talents
                                for many different aspects of life,
                                but all were sort of limited
                                in that they only saw things
                                from their own perspective.

                            It was left up to the children
                                to integrate the various personalities
                                and focal points of the teachers.

                            They were children, in grade school,
                                they were little tikes, 
                                they could not see the big picture,
                                they were majorly confused,
                                the teachers never talked with each other
                                in an educated way
                                that could help the children.
                            They were competitive and living in their own little world.
                                Mixed with the story at home,
                                and a policemen that came in uniform, once a week, and
                                the parish priest who came on no schedule,
                                the little tikes did not get a unified vision of things.

                            Did you ever see a cow that was spotted?
                                Is he brown?
                                Is he white?
                                Does he give spotted milk?
                                Does this seem like a dumb question?

                            I feed you spiritually.
                                I outpour My grace to you.

                            Today your children are majorly confused.

                            Where the parents before
                                would speak to the children and instruct them,
                                children are being taught today
                                to not listen to authority,
                                to look at themselves as knowing
                                more than the authority
                                at an early age.

                            Many children before would go to church
                                and respected the religious instruction
                                of the pastor or priest,
                                now satan has majorly worked in your world
                                to discredit religious authorities,
                                to weaken the position of parental guidance
                                to foster the notion
                                among a 4 year old, just out of diapers,
                                that they are to be self-sufficient in many things
                                which fosters pride
                                and causes a smugness
                                on the part of many children
                                who just want to ride their bike for fun
                                and learn at their own pace
                                rather than being a pro
                                at the early age of 3
                                and definitely better than all the children in the neighborhood.

                            Why are so many children 
                                indignant at an early age?

                                Looking angry
                                    before they can read and write,
                                not feeling free,
                                but pressured by parents
                                and children in the pre-school.

                            If you do not have the vision,
                                if you do not have that connection
                                of the Spirit moving inside -
                                how will you teach the children
                                in a world where the evil spirit
                                is moving and teaching the 
                                children so many wrong things.

                            Your teachers are found in My Word
                                and the 10 Commandments.

                            Authority should be focused on
                                doing God's will 
                                and should be seen as a
                                vital part of what is necessary
                                for a highly motivated, spiritual life.

                            Now a house was glistening
                                and on a road before with
                                a truck of healthy oranges
                                the children were singing.

                            Remember how it was in the garden
                                of Eden -
                                they were given very good things,
                                but they still sinned.

                            If no one in the school integrates
                                the curriculum,
                                if every teacher is out to promote
                                themselves and are prideful,
                                will the students ever see
                                the wide vision?

                            One day Carol drove down the
                                road and as she drove to the
                                right, there was a beautiful
                                rainbow.

                            I painted the sky for Carol to see.
                                She did not plan it,
                                it was a surprise from Me.

                            There was not room for Me in
                                the inn in Bethlehem
                                and there was not room for
                                Me and My Mother to appear
                                in the state of Florida.

                            There was not room for Me
                                and My Mother to appear
                                to the world.

                            This Christmas remember
                                they hung Me on a tree,
                                they beheaded John the Baptist,
                                2000 years later the Father
                                sent Mary as a messenger
                                and you took her out.

                            Help make reparation to God
                                and preserve this gift given
                                for your children.
                                Don't add insult to injury.

                            Your vision of the big picture
                                is not clear nor is it rooted
                                in the reality of the life
                                hereafter -
                            Some are like the lady in
                                South Dakota,
                            Some are like the sports addict, etc.

                            Your children are confused,
                                many are very sick.

                            Mary speaks:
    

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

     
     

     

From December 3, 2004

Messenger:     My dear friends

    Today the Feast of St. Xavier,
First Friday, Jesus appeared to me
as the King on His Throne at the
Cathedral where He told me to go
to Church.  


  

    On December 5, 1996 - 
8 years ago Jesus appeared
to me at the point of death His
mouth moving, He was in excruciating
pain, I cried and could hardly stand
it.

From a previous daily message:

I saw Him at the point of death on the cross 
December 5, 1996, after Mary appeared 500 times.

He hung, all battered, greatly weakened. His mouth moved very clearly. It seems that a man in His condition could not move His mouth to that extent.

Later in the rosary that night, He gave messages and said: "No one was listening." 

end of excerpt
  

    Today the Feast of St. Xavier,
First Friday, Jesus appeared to me
as the King on His Throne at the
Cathedral where He told me to go
to Church. 

   He was smiling and His
mouth moved and moved and moved.
He looked happy and the vision was
all aglow. He gave me a message to sit
in the first pew and He appeared
and talked about 20 minutes, He
was smiling.

    May God bless you in this
most beautiful season. 

With lots of love and thanks,

                                Rita

        

   

 

 


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