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THIS IS MY PLAN, DAUGHTER
Father, keep them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one just as we are." (Jn 17:11)
November 8, 1996:
Papa, My Papa:
Barbara:
...I asked you to please write about Me so that others can approach Me in love and trust. All will unfold from this one book.
Many paths to Me are open—through each one's crosses. You must show why the pain exists. Show them and show them how
it was and is supposed to be. Give them hope. Only when they come to Me, will things change. They must come home. Seek what
My Son has said. I will help you to spread this message of love and mercy. The ultimate end is the CONSECRATION, but first
you must show them that I am a loving Father.
I will speak through you to My children. I will bring to you those who will bring all this to light. This is My Plan, daughter.
I will see to all things, arrange all things. For you, begin writing and pray to be with Me when you do. Love Me and call
on Me. Recognize the evil one's role. Say your Mother's Rosary and My [Chaplet] every single day. This will give you protection.
Begin and end your day with the Prayer to St. Michael. Each night I will ask you to complete a task on the following day.
So come to Me every evening so that we might meet.
Barbara, love is not evil. Especially love of Me. You have understood this. And, yes, you are human and love in ways that
are human. But I live in you, also, and I will bring you to new heights that rise above the human condition. Take My Hand
and trust Me. Now, I have shown you what I desire for a medal—it is done!
You are to begin by finishing what My Son said about Me; study and meditate on this. ...I will be with you. Be attentive...
Be watchful and you will see. Summon all your strength, faith, and trust. Much is asked of you. But your work is beginning
now...in earnest. Give Me your "Yes," daughter. Commit yourself to Me and establish an "order" dedicated to "My" Mercy. Prodigal
Children, Warriors of God Their Father's Mercy. This is to be an order that lives in the world, but is not of the world. Many
are like you, small, hidden, isolated and rejected by the world. These little ones are not successes in the world's eyes,
but they will do much to save souls. They are My warriors. All My little broken ones—this order is for them. I will
be pleased with their work of knowing, loving, and honoring Me. They are My most powerful Warriors of Mercy. Their cross is
great.
Now:
Strike My medal.
Finish My Consecration Book with Picture.
Study My Son's Words about Me.
Write the "Prodigal Children."
...Your work has only just begun. The intrusion in your life of Evil stands in opposition to this work. Pray... Be strengthened
in prayer. It is finished! This is My Word—My little rose, warrior of My Mercy.
November 15,1996:
Barbara:
Listen very carefully. This is a time of many changes. Time is bending back upon itself. The Spirit wants to rush forward
towards its ultimate end, only to be frustrated and turned back at every turn. ... To overcome the tremendous effects of generations
of sin, I must send the power to break through and transform the world. But this surge of power will be uncomfortable, even
painful for some. This will cause the contrast between darkness and light to become even greater. The attachment to what is
darkness will be even more painful. As in the scene in Exodus where My children had to choose. This is happening now.
The Spiritual contamination will affect the mind and body as well. Many will become ill with a disorder that can only be cured
by conversion. For some, the conversion will come too late. This plague will be unleashed soon so that the weeding process
can begin. IT IS NOT BY BOMBS OR WAR THAT MAN'S DEMISE WILL COME, BUT RATHER THROUGH MANS OWN SPIRITUAL CORRUPTION. MARY'S
CHILDREN will have IMMUNITY to this DISEASE. I tell you this so that you may prepare: PRAYER, FASTING, AND PENANCE. What have
you learned, My child? You are called to live what I live. I have spared you from none of the pain so that you can share in
joy someday.
Do not run from this pain, Barbara. Love despite the overwhelming reasons not to. Bring Me to your family. Show them the Face
of God and do NOT look to humans for the love you seek. Find your solace in the Lord your God. Reach out and touch My Hand.
I am here and always will be. ...SPREAD THE MESSAGE OF MY CONSECRATION. Focus on that-quickly. ...The wave must move through
to pass into the next Millennium.
Pray for your brothers and sisters. Pray that they will listen when the chastisement of My Mercy comes. And it comes soon.
Remember, conversion to Me: turning to Me—accepting Me as Creator, Savior, and Sanctifier of all men. And paying Me
proper love and devotion. Know Me; Love Me; Honor Me. The lion is at the door but never will he pass in to devour you. My
Hand will stay him. Keep your eyes on Me always. Love as I would love. The wave is coming; the plague is coming-one of power
and one of pain.
My children will cry out but there will be no one to hear their cries, for I am turning My back on My children so that they
may experience the absence of My goodness and Love. They need to see so that they can make the choice. Then the plague will
overcome those that are set in their rejection and hate for Me. And the Light from My little ones shall blind them in their
despair and they will beg to see again. But ONLY after they convert. Do you understand now, My daughter? ...I will keep My
promise to you... Now go in My Peace and Light. I am your Father.
November 17, 1996:
Dearest Father:
During Communion today I kept focusing on the Tabernacle (without being consciously aware of it). And You ...(took me)...
to an old, slanted Medieval copying desk at the bend of a country dirt road in the woods, late Fall, all alone. And You told
me this was my post and I was to sit here for pilgrims on their journey. I was stationary. You said there were others like
me—spread out on the journey path, but that I would meet only pilgrims. And I was supposed to cheer them on, root them
on (like in a marathon), telling them that You are REAL!!! And helping them get to know You. That's my job—to testify
in Your behalf. I didn't get a sense today if anyone else will come to keep me company. The Father said He would be with me,
and this would be lonely and isolating. I guess I must man my post and guard the road and encourage people. There is a light
[lamp] on the top of my desk. The Father said He would give me everything I need for my job. After experiencing all this,
I realized I had been staring right at the Tabernacle (for quite awhile). This was directly after Communion. So that's how
I must think about it-I'm on my post on the journey, encouraging, comforting, convincing, giving support. Thank You, God.
Have mercy on me. I love You—totally.
[Some time ago, our Father also told me I was on watch at a post overlooking "Jerusalem." And I was to write down all the
effects of man's culture... This is a different, new post. But again, I'm watching and guarding. This time I'm not only to
document but interact with the pilgrims—stir the pilgrims to belief. But I do not go to them. They come to me.]
November 24, 1996:
Dearest Papa:
I am almost finished with Your Consecration book—so much has come to me (inspired I'm sure because I would have no way
of knowing) about David and the lyre (8-stringed instrument and the 6th Psalm). Today at Communion (Feast of Christ the King),
I asked You to give me direction and You said listen to the words and then the song started (Domini Deus Pater) and I thought
I would fly right out of the Church!
My art work (for the medal) is not good, but I put down what I see. The other night Mary, my Mother, took me to a pond and
a sword rose up and broke the surface and then melted like quicksilver and was gathered up into a visage of You with Your
arms opened wide and I understood that Your Mercy would come from Your Sword of Justice. What now, O Lord?
To the heights and the depths, I take you, daughter. You are tired now. No more work. This is the hardest part—(writing)
the prayers. Get sleep and I will dance through your mind the images I wish in the prayers.
David (King David) is no small part of this effort. He guides you to what was once lost—innocence and purity. Let him
guide you in your quest. Remembrance of roses and wood and the lyre. Each has its function in restoring what was lost. The
lyre is made of the Tree and the rosebush is intertwined.
Now go to bed and all will be well. I am with you as you know. The pain will intensify but in its birth, its wake, will come
much good. First fruits—remember this. First fruits to the Lord. I am your God—Your only One. Your hands will
tell the story. That's why they feel "heavy," pressured—by My Spirit. Pick up your cross. Tomorrow is important beyond
your belief. Sleep, child, and be thankful. The joy of the Lord is in you and without you—in your suffering. Be glad!
I am with you. Smile.
The lights. The lights will guide you. Find the answer. Look in My Holy Books. "Pinpoint," the answer. THE QUILL DIPPED IN
THE INK OF MY SON'S BLOOD WILL SOON WRITE THE LAST CHAPTER OF MAN'S HISTORY. HOW WILL IT END? THAT IS YET TO BE TOLD BY MY
CHILDREN'S RESPONSE. ...Pick up the gauntlet and the Cross. Follow David, Jesus will lead you.
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