O, Most Holy Lord! O, Most Blessed Mother! This morning I have been awakened at just
after 3 a.m. and have felt a desire to pray the Divine Mercy. It has taken some time,
because I have fallen asleep a little here and there. I have been absorbed into
contemplation, as well. Yet, I am here now because I DO believe I am to be. Most Holy
Mother, I have heard your sweet voice so often this morning. Yet it seemed so natural,
because even as a little girl I recall wanting to see you and Joseph and Baby Jesus one
Christmas Eve. Forgive me, Mother, for delaying this morning, but truly, Mother, I just
had to "check me out", to discern my own self. Yet, even as Jesus has left upon
me certain "signs" in which I can recognize the Presence of God, I have so often
turned to you in prayer. And I always, for some reason unknown to me, "see" you
off to my right (interior) vision. And Holy Mother, that is where you have been this
entire morning. That is where you are right now. And as is sometimes permitted me, I can
"see" your white veil, your blue garment, your flowing hair. Mother, there is
always a beautiful gentle breeze whispering through your loving hair, your veil. I can see
the motion of it. Thank you, Holy Mother, for being patient with me. Thank You, my Lord,
for allowing this visit with Holy Mother. All honor and praise be to our Good God. Amen.
Child, may we begin now? (O yes, Holy Mother. I have always LOVED your sweet voice!)
Rest upon the security of My Son’s Heart. O child, who I see so often in the company
of such Majesty, I shall speak to you from this vantage point where He has allowed you to
dwell. For my own heart is so close to the Heart of my Son, that we can easily speak from
this vantage point. (Heart of Jesus, meek and mild. Heart of Mother undefiled. In union,
let me be. In union within thee.)
Do struggle with this, child. For we must be ever careful of the intrusion of the
enemy. (I have paused to pray) Lambs of my Son, children of mine, hear me:
I am your Mother. You were a gift to me at the Foot of my Son’s Cross. I have
cared for you since. And I will care for each one of you until each of you have had the
opportunity of entering the realm of the Kingdom of God, into this final place within His
Kingdom. For it is called Heaven. There is something which I should like to address. And
it is the condition of your soul. Come before the King. Like little shepherds, so many of
you are drawn to investigate the wonder of the moment of my Son’s Birth. So many of
you gather here at the feast held in honor of my Son’s Birth. Children, I refer to
the celebration of His Holy Sacrifice of the Holy Mass. Look! See how many of you fill the
aisles and pews of every church! See! You DO recognize the significance of His Birth. Just
as so many were drawn to the site of His Birth in Bethlehem. People gathered in Awe and
Wonder at the sight of my Little Son. His charism, dear children, even attracts me. Even
beyond the natural love of a mother for her son. But, just as in His Life here on earth,
the crowds dispersed. Just as tomorrow, you are gone, you are no longer here at the Holy
Mass.
May I speak, now, to you as a Mother to her children? Please, receive with the
magnitude of Love, these words from the lips of your Holy Mother: Sweet little children, I
alone look and see the breaks and tears in the Heart of my Son. I alone see its bleeding.
I alone see its wrenching. This, dear children, is a part of the sword which has pierced
my own heart from the day in the temple when it was announced to me that this would be so.
It has been present since then. It is present now. For, even in the title of Immaculate
Heart, I am torn within myself over the insult rendered to my Son. This Christmas Message,
dear children, is one of dire reality. I can no longer stand in silence and watch so many
shepherds gather at the feast of my Son’s Birth, and then disperse. O children, I AM
YOUR MOTHER, and it pains me to see you wander off from this place, not to return.
May I ask you something, dear children? Kings have traveled far and wide to come to the
foot of my son’s crib. They have brought Him kingly gifts. They, who are recognized
as kings, have knelt and worshipped that Which they did not understand. Do you understand?
Would you not travel far and wide to visit a king if the opportunity were yours? Do you
not already do it? O children, I see you travel to places of entertainment, to so many
places which gratify your flesh. Yet, you justify the waste of time regarding your soul.
You decide when the King should be happy to see you! Ah! A mother’s chastisement!
But, children, this is mild compared to the chastisement which awaits each of you. For
your souls will be purified in the Great Chastisement. And I am here now to urge you
beyond all other choices in your life, that you freely choose NOW to return to the
fullness of your Faith. My children, these are words which no mother wants to make.
My little children, hear me. The hour of my Son’s arrival is unknown. Yet
imminent. What shall be the condition of your soul upon His return? Do you not see that
beyond any good you would do for your body, more must be done for your soul? Which has the
opportunity of eternal life? Immediately, it is your soul. And in the Great End, when your
body is resumed to your soul, where would you spend THAT eternity? That final eternity?
How many times can I say what is for the good of you? Like a most Loving Mother, I repeat
myself: PRAY. Dear children, return to prayer. Talk to your God. He waits. Not to be the
slip of your tongue which causes Him the greatest insult, but in loving prayer, loving
conversation with your God. Speak from your heart. Let your lips echo the words of your
soul. Return fully to the Faith which is nurtured here in the Church. Yes, for so many
this is a challenge. And now, I challenge those who DO attend to such and live within the
bounds of Church: evangelize your brothers and sisters. Call with your mouths out to the
little lambs who would so freely wander from the Shepherd who gathers this flock. Pray for
those who would roam from the hands of so kind a Shepherd as is given to guide you. Do
everything in Love, children. Without Love, it is not an action of God. Receive my Son
often. In His Most Blessed Eucharist. His Holy Meal. But children, and I am emphatic in
this point, look to the condition of your souls FIRST, for to receive my Son unworthily is
the greatest insult. This is not mere bread and wine which you would receive. It is no
mere commemoration, children. It is the feast of Calvary. It is His Body, it is His Blood.
And how would you become worthy? How would you remove the sin from your soul? How would
you become spotless little lambs? By entering the Sacrament of Reconciliation. In this
gift to you from my Son, the hands of your priest have been anointed to become the gentle
hands of my Son. With your worthy, sincere sorrow, ANY sin can be lifted from your soul.
Come, seek the gentle hands of absolution. Reconcile yourself to God now, and often. For
sin is the geatest erosion to the progress of a soul. And, sacrifice, children. Worthy
sacrifice. A moment given for the sheer love of my Son. A mouthful relinquished for the
suffering souls in Purgatory. A kind act of mercywhen you would rather go off and ignore
your brother or sister. What, therefore, is sacrifice but a willful act of kindness?
Offered to Almighty God for the good petition of your heart, or offered freely to God for
the Will of Almighty God. I am your Mother. I cannot help myself but to speak to you
regarding these points. No loving mother wants to see the destruction of her child. You
are my child. I would be remiss if I did not warn you of your failures, your oversights,
your wrong paths. And to those who are trying, who are my well-behaved children, I say
CONTINUE, try harder. Be a light for your brothers and sisters who suffer in the darkness.
Be kindness and justice and love to them. Be a living Virtue to all around you. Do not
hide your light under a bushel, lest you be as guilty as those who ignore my Son. A nation
gathers to my Son’s Crib. A nation is called here. It is called mankind. It is called
Church. It is called you. Come, O little children, and DO worship here. Forever and ever.
Here on earth, and later in heaven. There is a purpose to your life and it is called the
Glory of God. Be hopeful, dear children. Be so very aware of my intentions throughout the
world. Do not become mesmerized by the magnitude of how God permits me to be among you.
Know that everything God allows is to bring you back to His Side.
This is my only purpose among you, other than the Great Love I bear for you. Little
lambs of my Son, hear these gentle words of your Most Loving Mother. I beg you, now, for
your YES. Your endurance. Your will to stay, now that you have come. That you should no
longer leave the Side of My Son. That your life should become a witness of the promise to
come. Come here, child, to the Manger of my Son. Look upon His Most Gentle Smile. He will
warm your heart as He has done to me. And then, you shall not leave Him. Come see Who is
here, lying in this manger. Love lies here. Pure Love glows from the hay. Love Which would
enter your heart. Even as He has entered mine. O little lambs of my Son, I am glad you
have gathered here. This time, do not leave. Come, journey with us from this point.
Outward into the world, into your world. Your soul. It is the nation which would be
conquered. It is the nation which has already been saved. Look! Now this King comes and
leaves gifts before YOU. He would grace you with His Own Eternity. He would grace you with
a life, a true life in God.
All Nations: hear these words of My Mother. My Mother speaks Truth. She is the Spouse
of the Almighty Spirit of God. These words are graced upon you this day, by My Most Holy
Mother. Hear her. She is the Love of My Heart. Amen. I am Jesus, the King you have come to
worship. I am Jesus the King Who suckles at this Royal Breast. I am Jesus, the King of
Salvation. I am Jesus Who has been held in the loving arms of My Mother as I have been
lowered from My Cross. I am Jesus, Risen. I am Jesus: born, living, dying, rising: into
every soul. I am Jesus; hear my Mother. She speaks Wisdom and Truth. She is the reflection
of her Spouse. The Most Holy Spirit is governing here. Love is searching for His people. I
have found you. Now come. Amen.
With Love, in the Peace and Joy of the Two Hearts,
His Sarah