‘My heart is singing the Joys of the Lord! My heart is singing the praises of the
Lord! My heart is singing in Tongues! My heart is offering itself to the Lord! My heart is
entreating the Lord to be one: in unity and in harmony. My heart is begging to be the Echo
of Love. My heart is singing Praises to our God. My heart is singing in Tongues. And for a
moment, I have been permitted to understand its language. O God! TFhank You.
Sweet thing, will you write for Me? (O Yes, my Lord. I bow before You, O Source of
Almighty Love!!)
I am God. I am Whole. I am Entire. I am Being. I am Love. I am the Cause for all
praise. All Praise be to My Holy Name. And let all evil grovel forever in the dirt. For it
is in grovelling that Satan has committed himself to be. For, he would not stand erect and
praise Me any longer. No longer was I as pleasing to him as he had become to his very
self. His own reflection of him pleased him more than any vision of Me. And so he set
about the universe to hold up an image of himself. And how would he do this so
successfully? By holding up a mirror that his reflection might be cast upon you. That he
might reflect back to you the opposite of all which life should be. And it looks identical
until you try to live it. The words are the same until you truly read them. And the result
is death. Permanent death with no rising into glory. A constant passing through death and
decay. As always the exact opposite from Me. For I am Life Everlasting.
And on this day, I tell you, O little one who reads, that I do call you to My Eternal
Life. I call you to My Glory. I have already written your name upon your place. And it is
this which Satan would try to rob. He knows he can no longer enter My Kingdom. So, he
tries to fill his palace with inhabitants who become quickly not willful servants in
willful servitude; but slaves bound and tied and gagged with his vomit. It is an existence
which does not deserve the word: existence. And it is from the slavery to sin and error
that I come to save you. I step in the eleventh hour to preserve you from the fate worse
than death. For in Me, death is a part of life. In him, death is the entry to Perdition
and the permanent loss of all that is good. It is a place where to love is an absence that
burns in men’s souls. For hate fills the void and consumes the very flesh of the
bearer of the life which now hates. And then hate spews itself out. And vomits. And eats
its words and continues for all eternity in this ongoing hell.
I am Life. And I allow you to live in My Life. I bless you with many graces and bathe
you in free will. That you might choose your way to Me. And how do you arrive? Some by
your own groping hands and some solely by the power of prayer. For, so many souls are on
the Path to Me but by the prayer of another. One heart given for the life of another. That
True Life might become the Way that is walked. That all might meet in My Kingdom. That
each might wear the crown I have fitted for your head. That you might join My elect. My
chosen. You. It is My Will that you join Me. Here. In My Kingdom. Now. Not later. Now.
I am breathless for the site of you rushing towards Me. My Heart is rejoicing at the
sight of you. See! My Arms are opened wide. To receive you, to love you. To have you fully
here in My Care. In My Loving Arms. Now and forever: Come. I will wait for you. But I
welcome you even now. Amen. (Praise be to God! Alleluia! Alleluia!)