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We acknowledge that the final authority regarding these messages rests with the Holy See of Rome.


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

May 17, 2005

May 18th Holy Spirit Novena
Scripture selection is Day 7 Period I.

The Novena Rosary Mysteries
for May 18th are Sorrowful.

    

    

  

  

  

  

 

May 17, 2005 messages continues

Jesus speaks:     My light shines in you

                            I love you so much

                            I give you one another to love and be happy

                            A man went into a cave and he heard the
                                dripping water and it was very
                                dark, he felt afraid

                            I call you to pray the rosary,
                                to pray the world will know real peace
                                I am so very close to you, but many go
                                into a cave of their own making and
                                are very alone they do not recognize
                                how close I am to you.

                            Nights turn into days and then again the day
                                turns into night.

                            It would be silly to curse the darkness
                                because one can have the hope of
                                the new, gloriously, lighted day

                            And the sun came up in the east
                                it peeked over a long black night
                                the sky was pushed aside and light
                                shown like a radiant, silk, glorious
                                light

                            There were pink lined clouds shining
                                like puffs of white cotton, but
                                etched in a pink hue and one
                                could wonder of a sky so black
                                and dark, how could it appear
                                the same place out yonder now
                                was a blaze with such glorious
                                hues.

                            I state this succinctly once a glass stood
                                in an office building, a vault, one
                                containing financial records, dealing
                                with money and on that same window
                                the Father, God the Father painted a
                                wonder, not static, but with the
                                brush used that paints your glorious
                                skies.

                            Oh I watch the men with their self-focus
                                sometimes almost crippling themselves
                                with self-concerns.
                                I paint the skies with My Father's brush
                                I painted you a picture today
                                like a child painting for one they love
                                My Heart filled with such burning
                                    love for you, I painted you a beauty

                            I gave you the dew on the grass, you cursed
                                and when the light shown, after the dark
                                night, like a brilliant lighted bulb
                                in the sky, you looked inside to focus
                                on your bulges and what have you and never
                                even noticed the air you so freely
                                were breathing and the scent of the
                                morning, so sweet with dew and
                                graced with the light brush from
                                heaven.

                            Oh look into My eyes My little damsel
                                you look into an old bucket of dung
                                you scrounge around in thickets
                                and traps, you scan the garbage
                                and wish you had more time to
                                figure it out oh
                            little lost one that you would ponder
                            My mysteries with such fervor
                            that your discourses would be about
                                the mystery of My love
                                the oneness of the Trinity
                                the heights of heaven

                            You focus on the rocks of the sea
                                looking in a muddy corner
                                wading in a biting brook
                                filled with creatures nipping
                                your skin and filling your
                                gut with misery

                            Oh beloved son and daughter of My Father
                                a royal garden He made for you
                                His child and you missed the rubies
                                and the sapphires, the green ones
                                you fail to mention

                            You miss the pond filled with lily pads
                                you missed the glaciers

     

     

  

May 17, 2005 messages continues

Jesus speaks:     You worried about the size of your pants
                                and the things of the world

                            I painted you a garden of glory
                                a bubbling brook
                                I gave you a butterfly
                                I filled your sky with sunlight

                            I give you My Word and the Commandments and
                                you wander the world like men
                                without a script

                            The script has been given
                                the stage is set when you are the
                                    actors
                                the curtain goes up and
                                you fall on your faces
                                you walk around like windup men
                                you dress like soldiers
                                you carry arms

                            I paint the skies blue
                                adorn it with light so bright

                            I give you each other to love and
                                you are envious
                                you are in competition
                                many do not help each other

                            you look sadly dull
                            and I see you adorned in white
                                dressed for a ball
                                I paint the skies
                                I fill the gardens with the richest
                                    flowers, smelling sweetly
                                    and little streams of
                                    crystal water some
                                    trickling rocks looking
                                    crisp and clear

                            You can put on a dress of red singed
                                with black smudges
                                burned in an oven of sin
                                a red cavern with pictures
                                of lust on your walls and
                                not the sweet sound of birds
                                the words so filled with sin and
                                boisterous sounds that your
                                stoned men on Mount Rushmore
                                would blush if they
                                could hear

                            Oh you many of you are lost
                                in a garden that resembles
                                hell and you choose it rather
                                than wear the white dress I want you
                                to wear and sit amongst the dainty
                                blues and pinks, green foliage,
                                crystal streams and bathe in the
                                white crystal light I send that
                                is awesome to your eyes

                            A man went out to a field and
                                he found rotten tomatoes in
                                the unkempt field
                                he carried them all in a basket
                                home to his wife who said

                                Why did you pick the rotten
                                    ones when the tomatoes that
                                    are ripe and red and abundant
                                    in such beauty are so plentiful NOW.

                            Now I say to you
                                The Church is full of gifts NOW
                                I remain truly present in the Eucharist
                                I am God

                            Why do you pick the rotten fruit
                                Why do you ignore My commandments
                                    and My Word

                                Why do you cry by night and
                                    carouse by the day into
                                    the rotten gardens planted
                                    by satan and fostered by the world

                            Oh you blind men
                                You think and plan and miss the
                                    glorious new day

                                I send you song
                                    you sing of the sour grapes

                            Oh little blind men
                                pray to the Spirit to enlighten you

                            Pray that your ears be opened
                                the scales be removed from your eyes.

                            Oh breathe the air I give you
                                fill your lungs
                                your shoulders are so bowed in
                                    from worry your chest
                                    cavity is sunken, your
                                    breath labored and

                            I give you air to breathe
                                fresh water to drink
                                a garden like paradise
                                water of crystal lakes
                                 trees of green and gold and scarlet
                                flowers of beauty beyond words
                                scented with a heavenly aroma
                                    fit for a king

                            The Father sent you Mary

    

July 5, 2000

      

May 17, 2005 messages continues

Jesus speaks:         once again you ignored her

                            You check My messenger with such
                                scrutiny and
                                your children are being raped
                                by the tricks satan has
                                up his sleeve to try to
                                steal their soul

                            Little ones being taught safe-sex
                                in schools and
                                not knowing the rosary

                            Oh you blind men
                                how do I reach you 

   

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May 17, 2005 messages continues

Jesus speaks:     A bolt of lightening came across
                           a dark sky
                           a streak of light
                           lit up the house tops
                               the power lines
                               the sky

                           for a flash one could see
                               clearly, but not able
                               to focus on anything

                           for as quick as it came the
                               lightening it was gone

                       Power is a funny thing

                       If it is the power coming
                           through the wires it
                           can block out the whole
                           house, the whole area,
                           the televisions can go
                           black

                       My power never dims
                           it never goes out

                       Pray to the Holy Spirit
                           for vision
                           pray for grace to see.

                       You are so blind and you
                           don't know it

                       Be other focused

                        I saw the people
                            there were thousands
                            wandering and looking for
                                a door
                            looking for a way out

                        they were wandering and
                            wandering and wandering

    

Ascension Thursday May 21, 1998

Jesus speaks:  (with great emotion)  COME OUT OF YOUR TOMBS, COME OUT I CALL YOU!!!!  I have imparted to you knowledge of myself, transforming your heart and soul to be more likened to mine.

I give you messages after the reception of the Eucharist for it is then I am most one with you. Put aside the thoughts of burgers and what have you in your minds and listen to Me you earthly beings.

Come out of your tombs, come out I call to you who slumber and sleep and do not hear the voice of the Mighty One. Your are like the dead that need to be raised. A trumpet horn blaring would not waken a man who is blind from birth. Only the Lord will unlock the minds of the senseless men, so foolish, but oh how I do indeed love them so.

Come out I tell you, I call you, in your sleepy state with scales in your eyes you do not see. If these scales were removed and a fresh lense graphed on the already existing eye, the men may see then clearly that I speak in these messages to bring about the Reign of My Heart and the triumph of the wailing woman's Heart on the earth.

I came, I gave the gifts and the world slept. My little ones, the apostles slept in the garden when my hour was at hand.

Oh my shanty little town, you are stuck indeed, in your ways. You walk the streets as blindmen and I shout to you.

My earth, come out of your tombs, come out and live a life rooted deeply in My Heart.

Messenger: I was in the cage, it was a prison held on all sides by bars, I cried, I screamed, I felt no way to escape and low and behold I turned and where I had thought I was totally enclosed, a whole wall was not even there and I gaily walked into the free night and the sun followed me as I walked.

Jesus speaks: Your earth is enclosed in a wall of their own making. They have put up walls to enclose themselves. They have traveled around in their little boxes and spit at the freedom that I wished to give them.

Freedom is in living according to God's will. Freedom is in Me.

Talk of chains, for you have some. You have bars and are enclosed in your stone or brick houses. A mighty fortress is your dwelling, you think. A mighty fortress is in the walls of My Heart. I am the gateway that leads to freedom. I am the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Holy One of the Virgin Israel. I am the gateway to heaven. I am God!

Messenger: As I unite with Him in the most intimate experiences in the Eucharist, I become one in His desires and what He wants, I become more as He is. He is the life, He is the resurrection, He is God.

I become more in Him, His desires are my desires, the Father's Plan is imprinted in my soul during the Mass and the reception of the Eucharist and before the tabernacle. I am transformed immensely in those moments after Communion to being alive in Him.

God the Father: I am God, you are man, I have given My Son Jesus to you to unite your soul to Me. I am the Father, He is the First Born from the dead. Life will abound in heaven and on earth.

God has visited His people and now He Reigns. He has ransomed them with the Blood of the Lamb.

Messenger: Some time between Ascension Thursday, May 21, 1998 and Pentecost, May 31, 1998.

goldlamb.gif (63854 bytes)I saw a vision of an open door, the light within it resembled the light of the vision of March 26, 1996 that can be found in the Apostles Manual (p. 34-36).

The open door was glistening with this reflective golden color mirror-like light. I cannot describe, as I could not describe concerning the 3 main visions, the first being March 26, 1996.

The closest light I can describe to this is the sun reflecting on the water at Tom's Farm but this too leaves an emptiness to its description.

There was a little white sheep at the bottom of the open, glistening door and the little sheep hobbled over a small threshold and went in.

The door was rounded on the top, no corners, like a semi-circle on the top, and the wall surrounding this door was black. The light I describe was within this door and peered out to me in the vision.

I heard our Lord over and over again cry out during this period, "Come out of your tombs, dead, dead, dead, you are dead."

I heard the words similar to the message of May 21, 1998.

I was walled in on all sides BARS a prison of my own making. I turned and there was a wall missing and I gaily walked into the free night and the sun followed me as I walked.

I hear Jesus speak: "I am the gateway that leads to freedom."

I know the sea of glass from the vision of March 26, 1996. I know the open door from the vision.

I know the Power, I know the Intimate Burning Heart of Jesus in the Mass.

Jesus speaks: (Ascension Day May 21, 1998)

Your earth is enclosed in a wall of their own making. They have put up walls to enclose themselves. They have traveled around in their little boxes and spit at the freedom that I wish to give them.

Freedom is in living according to God's will, Freedom is in Me.

Talk of chains, for you have some. Your have bars and are enclosed in your stone or brick houses. A mighty fortress is your dwelling, you think. A mighty fortress is in the walls of My Heart.

I am the gateway that leads to Freedom. I am the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Holy One of the Virgin Israel. I am the gateway to heaven. I am God.

Come out of your tombs, I am alive, I am treated as a dead object.

Sing a new song, the dead shall be raised.

They conquered the devil with the Blood of the Lamb.

Pray to the Holy Spirit to come mightily on you.

end of May 21, 1998 message

   

May 17, 2005 messages continues

Jesus speaks:     Pray for vision
                            Pray Prayer for Union

    

Prayer for Union with Jesus

    Come to me, Lord, and possess my soul. Come into my heart and permeate my soul. Help me to sit in silence with You and let You work in my heart.

    I am Yours to possess. I am Yours to use. I want to be selfless and only exist in You. Help me to spoon out all that is me and be an empty vessel ready to be filled by You. Help me to die to myself and live only for You. Use me as You will. Let me never draw my attention back to myself. I only want to operate as You do, dwelling within me.

    I am Yours, Lord. I want to have my life in You. I want to do the will of the Father. Give me the strength to put aside the world and let You operate my very being. Help me to act as You desire. Strengthen me against the distractions of the devil to take me from Your work.

    When I worry, I have taken my focus off of You and placed it on myself. Help me not to give in to the promptings of others to change what in my heart You are making very clear to me. I worship You, I adore You and I love You. Come and dwell in me now.

-God's Blue Book, January 17, 1994

  

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