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December 31, 2004

January 1st Holy Spirit Novena
Scripture selection is Day 5 Period II.

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Excerpt from August 9, 2000

  

     Oh, there is not one so fair as thee, my beloved Mother Mary.

     Of all the maidens that God could have chosen it was you, oh shining Star of Heaven.

     Oh Mary, Mother of us all.

     She doth appear as a wonder so fair indeed,

     A permanent sign of God's love.
      A Woman clothed in gold.
      One that glistens with the radiance of a golden tone,

     Her beauty dancing in the sunlit hours of every day.

     In morning splendor, in dancing light at noon day as the sun glistens on her rainbow glow and at night she has appeared on special dates in golden splendor and light.

     Would you quote the Scripture for Mary so fair.

     "Now a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman, robed with the sun, standing on the moon, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant, and in labour, crying aloud in the pangs of childbirth." (Revelation 12: 1-2)

     Would you see her as she appeared in little villages in the 20th century, tucked in hills and out of the way places.

     If you missed these enormous signs from heaven, of one so fair, she appears there clothed in the golden sun of the day, reflecting her radiant beauty painted by the hand of the Father. She is His chosen maiden so fair.

     She appears daily, she is there by day and beneath the black shadows of night, she does not slumber, but calls to her children of light to come through her golden doorway and let the light of Christ shine in their souls.

     She appears one so fair, by day and sometimes by night clothed in radiance and golden, her garment hemmed with glistening sunlight. She once appeared to a few and her visits fleeting in remotest places, she remains a Woman Clothed with the Sun, the sun dancing on her garments of rainbow color on a busy, busy corner for all to see, in the state of the sun, sunny Florida. She is a Woman painted by the brush of God.

     And do you know the wonder of one who calls the children far and wide, to hear the voice of her Son, Jesus, Chief Shepherd of the Flock.

     Mary, the heavenly maiden, to call them home to His Heart.

     Oh, of one so fair, do we not boast and praise our God and thank Him for such a wonder.

     Oh, to Mary, Queen of Heaven and Earth, we cry, help us to do what you asked for at Fatima and help us in our mission of telling the world of your Son's desire to spread His Movement so men will be Shepherds of Christ.

end of excerpt from August 9, 2000 message

  

  

Excerpt from August 11, 2000

Walk in the TRUTH

Messenger:

The blue of the sky we cannot capture exactly.

The white of the snow.

The color of the smoke of the geyser.

Do we not see the fire of the stars, the light of the sun, the denseness of the black night. It is the creation of God and we cannot describe it exactly as it is.

God speaks:

Oh, open your eyes, men, and see the softness of the skin of the baby, the intricacies of a human ear, the complexities of a human eye and the master mind of the Creator in the function of a human heart.

Oh, blind men, those who are so prideful, bow to God your Creator. See with the eyes of faith.

It is I who paint the hills with My mystical wand. It is reality. So, too, the things you do not see, they are real. It is your perception that is off. God Is and He is Divine and you cannot create as I do.

Get off your pedestals and live in reality. I am Supreme, you are under Me, but I elevate you to such  heights.

Oh, men of the earth, worship God your Creator, be humble, live in the truth. If you are intelligent it is because of My grace and My goodness.

Huffy little men. Let Me see you produce the beauty of a sunlit field, from sun to flower. My men, you are limited, you are human, you are My creatures and I am your God. Recognize Me and live in the truth. Be docile to the hand of God in your life.

Oh, children of the light, hear Me, I am God.

I am the Light of the World.

In Me you live in the light.

Messenger:

My eyes beheld the beauty of the night, the stars, the moon.

My eyes beheld the sunlit day and the wonders of the lake and heard the trickle of the falls. First, faintly, and then as I approached, the sound of roaring water.

Why do men not comprehend the goodness of God? Why do they abuse Him with slang and slanting remarks?

The forest can burst into flame in the heat of the day and what was once a beauteous field, a garden of fruit, a forest of fir trees, can become lands of waste at the hands of the elements or what have you.

A home of lustrous beauty, ravaged by a violent wind of enormous proportion and you cry and then when the reality sets in you say, "Oh, but I have my life and the life of my children."

Oh, what is it that man can be so blind and then when health is taken away from a man, he sees those things that are transcendent, he sees the glory of God and the promise of everlasting life to those who love and serve the Lord.

We do not see and we do not understand the ways of God and yet in it all, He is attempting to lead us to Him, and He gives us the gifts of the universe. He gives us love.

end of excerpt from August 11, 2000 message

             

  

Excerpt from August 14, 2000

Messenger: We go to the temple of the Lord to praise Him and honor Him and love Him, yes to petition Him to help us to spread the Good News of the Kingdom.

Messenger: After Communion I saw Jesus on the top of the mountain transfigured and I was there in gasping wonder, wanting only to be taken up with Him for all eternity in this celestial bliss.

I see myself His bride and my mission that of carrying on His work here below. I see myself His apostle. I see how in the batting of an eye He can change men's hearts if He so desires.

I see His power, His might, His glistening splendor as the transfigured Lord before me.

I feel the emotion of being so wrapped in His embrace from Communion, from the Mass. Oh, the glory of the Mass to be here to write for Him to you. For He beckons me to write to you of His deep love and the glory of the magnificent, all pure, all holy God.

Oh, He calls us to be one in God. The perfect community - the Father, Son and Holy Spirit - three Persons - one God.

Oh, the splendor of the Mass, the glory of the moments there where He gives Himself to us in holy wedlock and once again our feeble spirits are lifted high as we exist so deeply in Him. Our troubled souls are quieted, our feeble hearts know the feeding of the Son of God Who gives Himself to us.

Oh, I cannot believe I am here, for I am in awe of His divine presence within me and seeing the exposed Eucharist before me makes my heart jump for joy and tears well up in my eyes.

I feel like crying, for our God is so good, and that goodness is seen in this Holy Mass when He gives Himself to us.

My joy is complete in Him. My heart filled with such love for all my friends given to me from Him and for all souls.

My heart feels the joy of His presence enveloping my soul and my desire is to never, ever leave this spot, but to stay here at the mountain top and be with Him forever.

And He beckons me to realize this is real and to know the reality of life eternal, but for today my mission is here on this earth to struggle with my own imperfections, to learn and mature more in my ways of loving, to plant seeds that will go on in hearts as long as the world, and even though I touch heaven now, it is for me to be here as an intercessor praying so hard, offering sacrifice by uniting my life to His so deeply in the Mass as it is celebrated around the world.

And the devil will make our journey here more difficult, and yet I feel as the Apostles, for they saw Him. His garments were whiter than anything they could describe, and they knew the reality of the transfigured God. They wanted to stay there.

I want to stay here forever, and Mary and Jesus tell me to go plant seeds, my time of glory is not ready yet, it is His will I am here. And yet the picture at the top of the mountain and my life lived in Him so deeply at this moment, linger in my heart and soul, and I want Him, I want the beatific vision, I want my soul to be possessed by God, I want to behold His glory in the deepest connection as I live in Him for all eternity.

I am dressed in white as I approach the altar of sacrifice and one more time Jesus, the Son of God, gives Himself to me. He is the Almighty, all powerful God and I receive Him so intimately in my soul.

The presence of Him fills my soul as I write here in my notebook through tear-filled eyes, for I so desire to write it so explicitly as He wants, that you too may know Him more intimately and love Him so deeply as His bride, and treasure the Eucharist, our greatest treasure here below. Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is truly present in the Eucharist and I don't want to quit writing, for I feel I haven't said anything yet of what I know from today's experience.

I am a daughter of the Father and a spouse of Jesus and the love of the Holy Spirit penetrates my soul. I experience the overwhelming power and might of God. I feel the depth of God's love so deep in my soul. My soul is at rest in the Father's love and the depth of my union with God is because of a deep connection I have with Mary in my heart and soul and dwelling in her pure Heart.

But I can hardly write about it, for it is an existence of being in Him and to talk about it does not do justice to the unique oneness of the mystery of dwelling so deeply in God and dwelling in Mary's heart.

In the experience of December 15, 1995, I knew it so well and yet for days my soul tried to write what I knew as you can see in the entries of the Mass Book, December 17, 1995, and December 18, 1995, and to put it into words seems almost impossible, but it begs to be expressed because of its glory and He told me to do so.

And so I write to you and I ask you to see the mountain and see Jesus atop it transfigured, and nothing I write here will do it justice, but His grace working as you read this will help the soul to experience more fully the glory of God.

Oh, glorious God, transfigured Lord, resurrected Jesus in light and glorious splendor. On the mountain tops of Medjugorje Mary appeared and in other sparsely inhabited places she came, and now a Lady with the sun dancing on her robes appears on a simple bank building on a busy corner in Florida. One so fair, a Woman of heaven, one to announce the coming of her infant King in the hearts of His precious souls.

For as long as He scolds and tells men of His wrath, His love for them does not teeter. It is constant and always there. It is the men that do not recognize Him as the world ignores the Lady Clothed with the Sun.

We have a "mind slot" and we close ourselves off, many times, and only the open hearts will see with eyes unveiled.

A ray of light cannot get in for those who have closed their hearts so tightly to God's grace. And we must continue praying for them.

Oh, Beauty of all beauties, a King, the King, the Son of God come to reign in the hearts of His beloved creatures. Oh King, our God, open the locked hearts that your light might fill them with your divine peace and love.

Oh, temples of God are we. Oh, the capacity of a human heart to love when He lives in them, is far beyond anything we can imagine. He elevates us to such heights of knowing and loving.

Oh, God, I sing the praise of You, my Creator, and I beg of the churches that they will be turned into mountains where glistening grace will trickle and flow on the hungry earth below. And it will be as a sponge, soaking up such a welcome guest.

Oh, God, that men would go to the mountain top and speak to their God in voices lifted in songs of praise and thanksgiving and honor and love. That man would chant to God from that holy place their sorrow for sin for the men of the earth and plead and beg for mercy from the all perfect, heavenly God.

end of excerpt from August 14, 2000 message

  

  

Excerpt from August 17, 2000

Messenger:  To contemplate the miracle of the Eucharist is so pleasing to me and makes me cry. Jesus is truly with us in His Divinity and Humanity.

I see the great gift in the priest. A human can look down and see bread and through the words of consecration it is changed into the Body of Jesus and he can look at the cup of wine and the wine is changed into the Blood of Jesus through the words of consecration. 

I cannot say what is in my heart for this great event and to think God in His goodness remains with us truly present through the hands of a man.

I cannot imagine what it would be like to have that power in my hands and look down at bread, and then there is Jesus' Body; wine, and then there is Christ's Blood.

I want to ponder this mystery and thank God for this gift of God truly with us in His Divinity and Humanity.

Oh, my men, do you see the gift given to man, a human person, to consecrate the bread and wine so they become the Body and Blood of Jesus?

Oh, my men, do you see the sacredness of it all, that a man can forgive sins?

Oh, do you see how we must pray for our precious priests and why the devil would work to stop men in anyway from following this vocation?

Oh, my men, it is indeed the most precious gift, this gift of the priesthood, to realize that Jesus Christ is truly present in His Humanity and Divinity after a man, a priest, has said the words of Consecration.

Oh, my heart is so filled with this great gift of God. I want so much to lie down and worship our God, for He is so good to us, and the priests are so very, very, very important.

Yesterday at Mass, I watched as a priest looked down after the Consecration. I just gaped with awe and wonder for this mystery and I knew what a gift this was.

I cannot adequately write about it, it is a mystery and what my heart knows is so deeply embedded in my soul.

My heart cries to thank God for His goodness and I want to worship and honor Him and be with Him in His Eucharistic presence within me.

Oh, God, help the schools and the priests to lead men to an appreciation of the Eucharist and our Church.

We truly are the bride of Jesus.

I go to the altar of Sacrifice and I receive Him my Divine God, He is my spouse, I am one with Him in this work to help lead souls to heaven, helping in this Act of Redemption.

My heart is His, my being I give freely, to be used as His messenger for His holy purpose.

Jesus speaks:   My child, the messages I give are from Me to lead the souls into the new era. My messages are timely and you must respond as I so designate. The miracle of the Eucharist is a mystery that you can ponder with such joy and joy fills My Heart for those who treasure this great gift I give you.

I write for the world. My Movement is for all men to help lead them into greater holiness. I lead you in ways that will help change your hearts to be more saintly, more like My Heart. You do not understand, but it is holiness I desire and the perfection of your love and the purity of your heart.

My Movement is to lead men to prayer through the Church especially, My Church, and to help turn souls to holiness. The Mass is the gift I give you. I want you to unite to this sacrifice. My Mother comes to lead you to My Eucharistic Heart through the purity of her heart. An aid to the spiritual life is the gift we give you in the rosary. It is a tool against satan, it is the Mother's prayer given to her children to lead them into insight into knowing more the Mystery of God's love through the grace especially given in lights by the Holy Spirit when you pray the rosary. 

My Movement, Shepherds of Christ, is to help renew the Church and the world. I am giving these messages to build a strong Movement that will last, made up of apostles, servants, handmaids and future priests, associates and others that act as intercessors praying for the priests, the Church and the world, and living firmly their life of consecration to Our Hearts, united to the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass at every moment of their lives.

I am God, I give messages to lead My Movement into a strong pillar of help for the world that will last forever as long as men inhabit the earth.

I am Jesus Chief Shepherd of the Flock.

My network of prayer is given from Me, the Chief Shepherd.

I want the world to turn their lives to consecration, I want the world to unite to this great sacrifice of the Mass.

My plan is perfect. Please help me by following the Chief Shepherd.

My Mother appears in Florida crying out to you to listen to Me. She appears to lead you to My Eucharistic Heart. 

I am Jesus, Chief Shepherd of the Flock.

  

  

end of excerpt from August 17, 2000 message

  

 Excerpt from August 20, 2000

Messenger: I stand at the pillar, my life comes in shades of darks and lights. Some dark, some light, but the joy of the Resurrection is planted deep in my soul. I cannot please all of the people all of the time. In doing God's will it is God that I must answer to. The journey to the end is a lonesome journey. For He brought us into the world one by one, and I will die so. At some time the angel of death will come and I will be on my own as I meet my Maker and my God.

But it isn't that I do not know Him or heaven, for He has planted this knowledge in my soul.

In these revelations, I know the top of the mountain experiences He has allowed me to see. I need only close my eyes and I see the Lady as she appeared over and over again to me. I see the transfigured Lord before me and my Master dying in anguishing pain, taking His last breaths on the cross. But more than all of these recollections I know with my eyes, I know the presence of God. I know of One Who has wrapped my soul in His Divine love and how it feels to be possessed by God, all three Persons, and it is of this I boast and of this I write and this I long to behold. It is of the vision of one so fair I may write, but it is of a knowledge of God planted deep on my soul I sing forever.

It was a cold night, that night when the truck slammed on his brakes and ran into her car and Metilda never lived to write her story for anyone here below.

Oh, the stories that are never written. The ones when God comes and steals the soul from the bed, the seeing of a glorious wonder, the anguishing pain of knowing the nails in the feet and hands of the Savior. The men that go from this life to the next and have a story they never get to write that would wake up the waxed plugged ears. (I refer to this as I am directed, for I remember a message Mary gave in March last year when there were bombings and she said "remove the wax from your ears".)

Do you know, really know what it is all about?

We walk aimlessly about the earth and our children come and go before our eyes, and they get old and have children and our mothers once young, get older every year and finally we watch them celebrate their 90th birthday. We watch their bodies deteriorate, they cannot even control their elimination processes and soon-- yes, a knock on the door and they too are just part of our memory as we watch their bodies laid to rest in the ground.

And yet the sun comes up the next day after they leave and the moon comes up that night. The sky tells the story of it all, it comes in shades of darks and lights.

It wasn't that God kept His mystery secret from us, it was that we did not take the time to let all that happened around us soak in, for the life direction controlled by God that went on around us told the story. We just didn't want to see the story many times.

Be it because of fear, or the enjoyment of trying to hold onto the present times as if they would last forever, we missed the real story as He unveiled many aspects of it to us in our daily lives and the lives of those around us.

Now I write this as I sit looking at the trees and the light of the morning and a new day. Tonight this same place will be much different. The window and the room, the chair, my pen, my paper will all be the same, but the picture outside will be dark and I will not be able to see my trees in the yard. Another day will have been lived, August 20, 2000, and I will not be able to live these moments again. When I go to bed they are gone forever. I will be different tonight, hopefully filled with more grace and carrying the remains of a packet filled with good seeds that I scattered to the earth below. One person after another I will have touched, I will have united all my activities to the members of the body of Christ in the Masses and offered my day for souls. And when I lay my weary head on the breast of my beloved Jesus at night-fall, I will have united everything to help save souls.

Our days may be tiresome sometimes, but the days are never lost. The farmer that sows seeds, even though he is tired and weary, sees the spring bring forth the fruits of his labors and he knows he did not labor in vain.

I will go back to the funeral of my uncle, I sat on the end of the church pew and I cried. I knew I would never see him again here below. I had spent many days visiting him, and Jesus was telling me what to say. I read His messages from the Blue Books, I brought him Communion, I talked about heaven and it's glory, and my uncle wanted me to visit. I knew that those visits made a big difference in his last years when he just sat, waiting for death. I prayed the rosary with him, but the fear he once had, had ended. He told me this, and he spent his days praying for all our ancestors and for me and everyone else and more than that, no matter how he suffered, he was happy. He could hardly see at all. He lived in great darkness. He loved his rosary and prayed it all through the day with tapes and radio. He was happy. I was at the end of the pew crying, I loved him so and I knew I would never see him again here below. I wanted to say goodbye, and at the end they told me they were worried about germs and I might bring some in, so he slipped from this life to the next, and he didn't know all I felt in my heart and my deep love for him.

That is what I see here, that as I go to the Eucharist everyday my love for all men just gets deeper and deeper as I identify more with Him.

I may become frustrated and tired at the end of each day, but the story is the same as the farmer, the seeds are in the ground. The seeds live on. Some seeds have gone with persons to everlasting life, and some seeds are still here in my children and in their children and in their friends and their friends.

It is a beautiful story God gives us. No wonder He cursed the barren fig tree or talked about the man who went and buried his treasure.

Our lives are a treasure, everyday we get up like a farmer that has to spend a weary day planting seeds. We go to His altar to get seeds that are of the greatest value, healthy and pure. We unite all we do to the Mass and we pray for grace so we have holy, loving seeds, then we go to work!!

We plant seeds at the grocery store, at work, at family gatherings, on the street, in the line in the license bureau. We plant seeds in traffic, how we handle ourselves in our cars, . . . we are sowing our seeds.

I love the song Come with Me into the Fields.

I remember after a long hard winter my dad died in late February. He just couldn't make it into spring. He was in his seventies, and he hated to go to the doctors. I think his gall bladder burst, and he was stubborn about seeing the doctor. Anyway, he died really quickly. I feared he would die when I was young because my mom died when I was five. I just didn't want him to go. I prayed for him everyday.

My mom went to Mass everyday, her prayer book was so worn the pages were brown and worn off. My dad may not have been perfect, but after my mom died he had a nervous breakdown, and he made us go to Mass everyday and Benediction twice a week, and we prayed the rosary and lots of prayers at 9:30 every night.

My dad and my mom were planting seeds, and now these seeds have been given in my life to others. I remember a card with the Virgin Mary and on the front it said, "The family that prays together, stays together." On the back I think there was a consecration to her.

But she didn't only mean our immediate family praying together. She meant us as the body of Christ praying together, united in the Mass. She meant us as the human family, praying the rosary as we do now at 6:20.

She appears every night in Florida, and her Son Jesus has asked us February 23, 1999, to unite as a body and pray the Holy Spirit Novena, the Shepherds of Christ prayers and the rosary.

And so we are the human family, and the Lady Clothed with the Sun, Our Mother, is there in the sunny state of Florida and here is the foot.

end of excerpt from August 20, 2000 message

  

  

      

January 2, 1999

Mary speaks: I am Our Lady of Snows. I come to cover the earth with a soft white blanket of my love.

I come to bring peace to the earth. I tell you to let go of the anxiety in your heart and experience my peace and His love.

I am your heavenly Mother. I come to hold you and caress you and take you to my Immaculate Heart.

    
   

  

  

       

   

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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