O Mother, from within the last Intercessions of Morning Prayer, I have heard you. It
was as though you were right there, before me. That I should write for you. O Mother of my
Saviour, I love your sweet and gentle voice!!
In the Heart of my Son. Dear children, hear me. (Speak, O Mother of my Eucharistic
Lord!!)
Sweet little children, I look out upon you. I see you gathered here. Here where
my Son has brought you. Lambs of my Son: how tenderly He has gathered you. From East and
from West. From North and from South. All peoples: yes, it is my Son Who has called you
into this medium. This place where He would speak to you, His people. And now I look out
upon you with these eyes of a Mother who loves you. How gentle you are, dear children, how
docile. You must share your Peace with one another. Do not become wrapped into the gloom
and cloud which would be spread on your day. For it is a cloud designed to choke you. To
rob you of Hope. Hope is of God. Despair is of the enemy. Find the Hope in every thing you
encounter every day. And yes, then offer it as a prayer. I will carry it to my Son, if you
but pause and pray. Be gentle. Be calm, my beloved.
Yes, this is the word of your Mother. I am she who was preserved from all sin.
For sheer Grace entered the womb of my mother that from the start of my life, I am the
Immaculate Conception. (St. Bernadette, pray for us. O Mother, I have paused. I have
interrupted you. I have thought of you and Bernadette at Lourdes!)
I am the Immaculate Conception. Yes. It is as God has made me. His Will, into which I
have been welcomed since my birth. And then, the angel announced to me His Glad Tidings:
that the Lord God Almighty had Designs upon me to which I freely accepted. The Son of
Almighty God has arrived within my womb. And Thanksgiving has arisen among mankind since
that moment. (O Mother, I bow before your Holy Womb. O place from whence my Saviour has
sprung forth. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts. Praise be to God for Your Goodness
Which has given us Mary, the Mother of God!! My heart is afire with love for you, my
Mother!!)
Child, announce this to the Nations: I have been chosen by God. It is His Will. I
have said ‘yes’ and I have given Him my will. And so, when you call me Blessed,
it is by the Hand of Almighty God. It is God Who chose to live within me first. All
generations shall call me Blessed. Why? Because God decided to enter this womb and make me
the Mother of God, the Mother of the Eucharist. Yes, the Eucharist: the Thanksgiving
rendered to God upon the lips of every man. For by this one act has man become partners in
God. Drawn into the Holy Meal. Thanksgiving pouring forth upon mankind. O children, do you
not see it? Would not a loving Mother help her Son if she is asked. And I have been
invited by my Son. To carry the Presence of Him here into your own hearing. My Son is God.
He is the same Meal you celebrate at the Holy Mass. There is no difference. For if there
is, then your Faith must be shattered. Would you allow that?
The Eucharist is the Same Son I have held in my arms since His Birth. Since He swelled
in my womb. Since He died on His Cross. Since I held Him limp and dead in my saddened,
weeping arms. Since I raised my arms in praise that God had risen from the dead. My Son:
All that He said. All that He is. Is Truth. No separation. No division (only time). But
His Presence is Real. His Presence is True. He is Present in His Eucharist. And with the
loving tenderness of a Mother, I nurture and love Him still. In your Tabernacles. In your
homes. In your hearts.
O little children: I am she, the Mother of God. I AM the Mother of the Eucharist. Let
your Faith be full. Believe what you say. Believe your heart. It is more than a title. It
is Faith, alive. Be not afraid.
The subject is Eucharist, and I am His Mother. Be brave and cling to this fact. Not for
me, but for Him. He is His Own Gift to you. He Who is God is your Holy Meal. He Who is
God, loves you. He Who is God is Eucharist. He Who is Eucharist is my Son. Amen.
And now, I smile. And I bless you each, with this Immaculate Heart which I share with
you. For God has chosen to let blessings flow. Like a river of Mercy. Like the delicate
petals cascading from the Love I bear you in my heart. My Immaculate Heart. The birthing
place of God Almighty. This Eucharist, Who is my Son. Amen. Child, that is my message.
For, who else will state it: I am the Mother of the Eucharist. Yes. Amen.
Thank you, Mother. May Jesus in His Holy Eucharist be revered, honored, adored,
and loved in every Tabernacle in the whole world. Most especially in this tabernacle of
our souls. Amen. +
In the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah