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TELL THEM OF MY PROMISE
When you pray go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father in secret. And your Father who sees in secret
will repay you. " (Mt 6: 6)
April 5, 1997:
Dearest, Sweetest Father:
I am seeing a little wooden chapel. And the Tree of Life keeps coming up. And I felt you saying, " Build the Church and I
will come." ...
Peace, daughter. Let Me remain with you now as I explain My Wishes. Please write and do not edit what I speak.
The Church you see is Mine. It is simple and plain, as I wish it. It is made only from My Creation, not man's. In this way,
it is My children's tribute to Me. Yes, there is a Tree. The Tree of Life which I want built into the walls of the Church,
growing heavenward, towards Me. This will be a deeply, holy place. In this Church I want My children to gather, consecrating
themselves to Me. Those that maintain My Church will live on the grounds which I will provide. Again, all is of My creation,
not of man's. I WANT TO TEACH MY CHILDREN THAT I HAVE PROVIDED ALL FOR THEM AND THAT IT IS ONLY IN CREATING THEIR OWN CREATION
THAT THEY FALL INTO PERIL. It distances them from Me. There will be a fount of Holy Water out of which My children will be
submerged and anointed in the Waters of Mercy and Salvation. I will wash them clean. The Tree that is attached to this Church
will be watered from this fountain. Only My pure, fresh, uncontaminated water can be used for this fountain. A spring will
appear on this property for this purpose. It is a pool that I speak. Now the biggest surprise: I will come Myself when My
children have done their Father's Will in this regard.
All may be consecrated to Me where they are; but it will please Me to have those children who listen to the call, come and
consecrate themselves on this sacred ground. Some of My chosen ones will stay to help and support this community. Your purpose
is to stay and tend this special Church. Others will be chosen to travel and give witness to the graces and blessings I will
bestow on those that respond to My call.
(I was directed to see whose feast day this is—St. Vincent Ferrer and St. Albert.)
Speak to the people. Tell them of My Love and My Promise. If they respond to My request, I will come. This is My Promise.
I will come and be with them and in them. My sons will come to you with great news one day. Be ready to act, My daughter.
I will give your family the graces they need to allow this work. The symbol of this little Church will be a great Tree of
Life with thorned roses (8) twined around its trunk and into its branches. This Tree is ready to bear fruit—this is
the sign and the symbol. The roses will be given to you. The property with the Tree will be given to you. You have only to
ask. My children will respond. A priest, a very special priest, will come. And he will abide with My children. He will tend
My flock.
This flock will serve as an example of how I want My children to live with and be loved and protected by their Father—as
it was in the beginning. Do you understand now? This is where you began. Don't be afraid. Others will confirm this Wisdom
of My Divine Will. I ask for this, Barbara. Tell those that will come to you in My Name. They will at last understand There
will be a sign. Trust, daughter. All is well and in My Will. You are My instrument. My little one who speaks to My people,
ISRAEL. I have come to gather My flock. It is time. Be at peace and in My Will, little one. Be at peace. And My angel Raphael
is with you. You must be My Hands and My Heart when My people come. IF MY CHILDREN RESPOND, I WILL COME ON MY FEAST DAY, FIRST
SUNDAY OF AUGUST, 1999. I WILL COME.
Bring My Heart to these people, little warrior. There they will meet Me. Through you, they will come and meet their Father.
...
April 7, 1997:
Dearest Papa:
Today I listened to Mother Angelica's short-wave radio station with a priest who had a conversion experience where he knew
he should go to hell. Oh, God, please take me. Shape me, mold me. Accept my family. Please take them and protect them. Papa:
sometimes You talk to me and You give me so much information, it unsettles me. ...Supposedly "normal" people don't converse
with God as jf He were an intimate friend—but You are! You are my heart and love; my truest friend. You ARE! You are
everything to me. ...
You are My servant, O Barbara of the Thorny Rose. The Rose of eight blooms that twines itself around the strong, vital trunk
of the Tree of Life. By the eight roses (surrounded by thorns) My children shall climb the Tree of Life-"My Fruit" of the
Tree of Life. They are Mini!. Bring them home, daughter. Please. Tell them. Those I send you. Do not be fearful. Speak the
Truth. They will listen. Now go, daughter. Enjoy your evening and think of Me. Love Me always—as I love you!
April 11, 1997:
Dearest Father: .
...I want only to know and do Your Will. This is my wish. I offer "everything" to You. [I was lead to read Isaiah 15:1-prophecy
of the destruction of the Moabites]
Yes, daughter, it is coming. Why? Because My children ask for My ruling Hand. They slip without the bounds of their inheritance,
their dignity, their purpose. Soon! There will be such a cry—a "howl" of anguish. Anguish over the loss of their Lord.
They have lost Him in their eagerness for self-fulfillment and satiation. They lost Me, wandering off, and can no longer find
Me. I call and call, Barbara—My little one. But they are deaf. They cannot see Me because they are also blind. Their
hearts are hard, so hard. What do we do with children that are so hard hearted? Blessings I have sent. Graces I have sent.
But to no avail. The beginnings of a new time are here. Rejoice, little one. A time of renewal. We are in the throes of death
and rebirth, for all MUST be born anew. Without this, nothing will change.
You are close to the finish of your trials. New beginnings, Barbara. All that I have prepared for you, My children. I am with
you even now, little one. The sense of all this will be clear in three days time. In this way, you will know My Hand is on
your heart. We are joined. We are one. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A CHILD OF GOD—BEING HOME WITH THE FATHER. You must
circumcise your hearts as a sign—cut away the excess hardness that covers your hearts. For underneath beats a healthy
heart. My Heart's Heart—My little ones.
Now sleep with the angels. The sign of My Love for you is the Cross. Believe Me; Trust Me—AND ON THE THIRD DAY HE ROSE!
April 13, 1997:
Dearest Papa:
Your Will be done in all things, Papa. Always. Father, I love You. Sometimes I feel as if I can't wait until my earthly journey
is over and I'm home with You. Am I selfish and mislead by being so discontented? ...Come to me, my tender Father. Speak to
my heart if it pleases You. Guide Your daughter who wants only to love You. Help me to love You more and more each second.
Help me to love my family and friends and strangers better, too.
Today when I was feeling sorry for myself, I remembered that Mary and Jesus had a VERY basic and simple life. And I wondered
why You chose to Incarnate Your Son at that "specific" time in history. Was it the Roman Empire? Perhaps. And as Communism
threatened, likewise, You sent Our Lady—the Woman to Crush the head of satan. These are her times, aren't they?...
Barbara: ...
These are the new times I spoke of. The ice is indeed melting. All comes back to Me—the Alpha and Omega. All is subsumed,
absorbed. Now listen, child, say Your daily prayers—your conversations with Me and also the Chaplet. Why? Because this
intensifies the bond between Myself and My children. Through this Chaplet I can be with My children in a new way, a more intimate
way. As I say in Isaiah 24:13, these are My times which have been prophesied. Open your mind and your heart, little one. See
Me in all My Creation and Love! There is no other but the Lord Your God. I am your Father and your friend—your Love.
Read Ezechial 15 before you sleep. I am with You.
[I am lead to read Isaiah 24:13—For it shall be thus in the midst of the earth, in the midst of the people [desolation]
as if a few olives, that remain, should be shaken out of the Olive Tree: or grapes, when the vintage is ended." Ezechial 15:
16—These shall lift up their voice, and shall give praise: when the Lord shall be glorified, they shall make a joyful
noise from the sea; throwing those not fit into fire."]
April 14, 1997:
Dearest, dearest Papa:
...I love You, God, my Father. No matter what! I choose to love You always. Please guide me so I know what is right and wrong.
And please have mercy on me for ANYTHING I did that made You sad or that offended You. Please let me never offend You. Give
me the graces. I want only to make You happy. ...
These are the times of which I have written. These are those times—the times of the renewal and transformation. My little
ones, the ones close to My heart (because they have chosen to be there) rally round. The others have drifted off into danger.
The earth and its people must be transformed. This is what I desire. This is My Plan.
In order to do this, the group of My special little ones must remain safe and close to their Father. “They,” Barbara,
represent the way life should be. Life IN My Holy Spirit. Where I will dwell IN them. [Open your eyes.] Do you understand
what I am asking you?
I think You want me to advance the Consecration and Feast Day.
This is correct, but you miss the most important point. ...I ASK YOU TO LOVE ME—FIRST AND ALWAYS. CAN YOU DO THAT?
Yes, Lord. I love You with all my heart and all my soul and all my mind.
The world will soon come to you to ask questions.
This transformation involves (1) ME DWELLING IN AND WITH MY CHILDREN, (2) MY CHILDREN LIVING THEIR LIVES SOLELY IN MY WILL.
This will be a new world, Barbara. This is the separating process. Those who have eyes to see and ears to hear will be drawn
to this new way of life. It is like polarization with a magnet. My Holy Church is the Heart of this effort, although shortly
it will undergo violent changes.
A STAND MUST BE TAKEN, AS IN THE PASSAGE WHERE MOSES ASKS ALL THOSE WHO ARE WITH HIM TO COME TO HIM. THE REST ARE DESTROYED.
THEY WOULD HAVE CONTAMINATED THE OTHERS.
I am still a merciful God, little one. Pray, My daughter. Talk to Me, visit with Me. Think of Me. Yes, say the Chaplet. Say
the Minor Octave throughout the day. I am the Beginning and the End. If only My children would remember this. Soon they will
come to you. ...Take up the gauntlet, daughter. I have written lines for you that only you can see as you do
(Reading: Isaiah 6,7,8,11)
April, 15, 1997:
Dearest Papa:
Speak to me, Lord, Your servant and daughter is listening! Please. ..if it is Your Will.
Look at the wonders of the world [creation], the playthings of My children—to sustain them. This was created for all
of you. Isn't it beautiful?
April 17, 1997:
Dearest, Sweetest Father, My God:
Thank You for "everything." Today I offer everything up to You.
(I was lead to read Micheas 7-—The prophet laments, that notwithstanding all his preaching, the generality are all corrupt
in their manners: therefore their desolation is at hand: but they shall be restored again and prosper; and all mankind shall
be redeemed by Christ.)
Tell the tale of what will be. Paint a picture, stunning and bold. ...This is My word to My Children: I AM YOUR GOD, YOUR
FATHER. SEEK ME WHO IS LIFE. FOR I AM THE CREATOR—THE ONE GOD.
TELL THEM OF MY GOODNESS AND MERCY. SHOW THEM WHAT LIFE IS LIKE WITHOUT ME—NO MERCY, NO LOVE, NO HOPE. Show them how
to find their way back. I will show you. I have shown you. Reach for Your Father and I will always catch you.
Paint the picture, and I will let you see. Don't be afraid. I will ALWAYS be with you. ...Be joyful. Walk with Me on this
path to bring My children home. I send My angels with you. ...Go—be at peace! I love you, little daughter. ...
April 21, 1997:
Dearest Father:
Yesterday was a wonderful day. I felt very peaceful when I went to bed. I had an image of facing Jesus on the cross and being
nailed with Him. ...
(I was lead to read Is. 10:11—"Shall I not, as I have done to Samaria and her idols, so do to Jerusalem and her idols?”)
Be at peace, Barbara, My little one. Think you that I have abandoned you? No, little one. Your presence is with Me. I hold
it in the strong grip of My Hand.
Father, I'm confused about the reading.
The battle is begun. The seam has been split!
Knowing this (because You've shown me chastisements numerous times in other readings) troubles me. My suffering drains me.
But I give all this to You, Father. The only thing I really know is that I love You.
Your words touched My Heart. I trust you in your faith, love, and fidelity. You will be tested, even more. Be strong. Drink
Me in—The Living Waters.
Father, my body hurts
Your body will feel what My Church feels—all the pains. But all will be resurrected and returned to Me.
April 25, 1997:
Dearest, Sweetest Father, Creator:
Some days ago, I got the strong impression that You were asking me if I would allow myself to FEEL the suffering of the Church
in my body, and that it would be all right because there would be resurrection or transformation. ...How fast this happened!
What did I think when I said "Yes," that You were kidding? But I'm afraid, Lord. This has never happened to me before. Please
talk to me; I'm so scared. ...
Barbara, My little one:
I am here. I have not, nor will I, ever abandon you. I know you are frightened, but so it must be. You must be brave, My little
one. Do you think this is a coincidence? No, it is not. I ask you for something precious—sacrifice. Bear up in your
little heart, your shrine. I will give you the courage to complete this task. This is no little thing, My dearest daughter.
And with this great privilege, there must be a price to pay. But I am with you.
...THE END [OF THE ERA] IS HURTLING TOWARDS YOU, All My children, at lightning speed. For this, sacrifice, little one. Trust!
I will guide your steps and those who will care for you in your distress. ...Now go in peace and sleep for all will be well.
You are being healed as you write these words. For you had Faith. That is the balm for all that ails My children. Peace, I
love you, daughter. All is well.
April 27, 1997:
Dearest, Sweetest Father:
How lucky I am. You gave me a husband and children and grandchildren so I am not lonely. I have truly experienced what it
feels like to be a woman—wife, mother, grandmother—with all the joys and sorrows. But how "unworthy" I am in comparison
to others who suffer so much more than I—who are holier. ...I feel as though I've let You down so many times—always
begging for You to help me and forgive me. ...But I think the thing is to ask You to help me in ALL things. United—two
hearts. Maybe that's what this is all about. ... Is there anything I should do for You? I am listening, My Father.
Barbara:
I am speaking to you as One who sees with the eyes of love...and TRUTH. The remnant of My children gather together in these
days awaiting their God. Tell them He is with them—INSIDE. THIS IS HOW I WILL COME—INSIDE MY CHILDREN. Tell them
to come to Me, little one. Show them My Goodness and Mercy. They may approach Me always.
April 29, 1997:
Dearest Papa:
...I offer all this (suffering) to You, my Dearest Father. May Your Will be done in ALL things. Barbara:
You are feeling My agony. I have allowed this. So long I have desired to have My children return to Me and love Me. I want
them with Me now and forever. Each precious second that they are separated from Me, I am saddened. I am distraught. I am in
pain. Now you, too, feel a type of pain. And the "rightness" of things won't be restored until My children come home to Me.
Please, My daughter, My own, see to it that all My children UNDERSTAND My Love and are given the means to RESPOND. This is
your gift to Me—you, little one are the rose of My Merciful Heart. Is this surprising? You are a blossom that comes
forth from Your Father's True Love and Mercy. You are My precious daughter, My own, who comforts Me in her own affliction.
Be close to Me, Barbara. Though you may not seem close, by wishing for this, by desiring this, by asking for this, you obtain
the graces necessary. Don't I always live in you? ...Teach My little ones to love Me. This is your job, My little rose. Don't
all roses have thorns? Yes, you too have caused Me pain. But, oh, such beauty, such strength, My little soldier.
Father: I must be imagining what You're saying because I AM NOT WORTHY! ...
Barbara, child, My Heavens are full of souls who felt themselves unworthy. Yes, My little one—you are virtually "nothing"
without your Father. This you must appreciate and tell others. But with your Father, you are Beauty and Light. You reflect
and emanate the Love of your Father—for I am in you. And where I am, shouldn't I be loved and praised in and through
My creatures/children?
No, little one. You are a beautiful rose—grown out of My Heart so Tender and full of Love for you and for all My children.
Bloom, little one. Bloom. Display My Glory! I love you. My Peace be with you.
(I was lead to read Micheas 7:9—I will bear the wrath of the Lord, because I have sinned against him; until he judge
my cause and execute judgment for me: he will bring me forth into the light, I shall behold his justice.”)
April 29, 1997:
Dearest Papa:
Father, guide me.
[I don't feel the Presence of the Father. And then I feel Raphael and he tells me to pray from the heart the Our Father Prayer
and my Father will come. ...Then I feel pain in my left palm and Raphael says my wound is deep. Embrace the Cross and continue
with my mission. I ask where My Father is and he says He is here with me.]
The Father:
Think, think for a minute. What would make Me the happiest?
To love You and be with You
Yes, and what of your brothers and sisters? They must come, too. How can this be done, My little one? ...Memories come back
to you. This is a re-awakening. A softening of hearts. THIS IS THE MIRACLE I FORETOLD THROUGH MY PROPHET—ISAIAH: A time
will come when hearts will be opened up to the Lord...prior to My coming.
I AM COMING AMONG YOU EVEN NOW IN A NEW WAY. ...I AM COMING TO DWELL IN THE HEARTS OF MY CHILDREN. But they must be ready.
They must be prepared. THIS UNION, THIS JOINING, IS POSSIBLE ONLY THROUGH CONSECRATION TO ME. BODY, MIND, AND SOUL—THE
WILL!
See to it, My little rose and this will be your reward. Can you do this for Me despite your physical discomfort and numbness
of mind—no benefits to you? Can you proceed, move ahead? In this way, this is a perfect gift to Me. It is selfless!
Do you trust Me?
Yes, I trust You, my Lord and my God! ...
...Be at Peace. I kiss you with the Seal of My Heart—a firebrand of My Love.
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