Oct 19, 1999
10/19/99
16. My Childhood Fear
I started, little joy of My Heart, to awaken in the night full of fear. Night after night I would scream for My mother, “Mommy, will you rock me?” I would clench on to her loving arms out of fear and would not let go without a struggle. I did not want to go to sleep. I did not want to be alone. I wanted My mother to be by My side forever. “Mommy, be by me. What’s back there? I think there’s a snake. You better stay by Me.”
In the morning I would be full of energy and play. My mother tried to teach Me to be strong, to stand alone, and to learn My own individual characteristics. She would tell Me how many angels surrounded Me for My protection, and that I should never fear because Love surrounded Me.
I had to go through that phase and live fear for all My precious children who today experience fear. I am with them and will come to their aid and comfort. Sadly, many children today do not have a parent to comfort and rock them or to console them.
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17. The Good Shepherd
Well, today is a great day! My father enters our humble home and he says, “Little Jesus, come, Son. I have something for You for helping me clean my carpentry tools.”
“What? What is it, dad?” I asked as I darted towards the door.
“Well, come see,” said My father; and as I walked outside, there My eyes rested upon a baby white lamb held in My father’s arms.
“Oh, daddy, it’s a baby sheep.”
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It’s a lamb, Son.”
“Oh, My little babe, come here. Don’t be afraid. It’s only Me. Come here, little lamb.”
“This lamb needs a good home and someone to take good care of him, Son.”
“Can I, dad? Can I? I will take good care of him. Come, here, My little babe.”
“Well”, said dad, “do You know how to be a shepherd? A shepherd knows all his little lambs. They know their master’s voice and will follow him wherever he goes. Even if a stranger tries to call them away, they will not leave their master; for they know the true voice of their shepherd. If one lamb is lost, the shepherd will find him and even risk leaving the others until the lost lamb is found; because the good shepherd will lay down his life for his sheep. There can be but one flock and one shepherd.”
“Oh, we can all rejoice together, daddy. You will see, I promise to be a good shepherd. Call me the Good Shepherd, OK?”
“Alright, my Son, here You are; Your first little lamb.”
I took the precious little white lamb and gently put him down, and then raised My arms high to embrace My father with a hug.
“Oh thank you, dad. Thank you. I love you.” I then put my little lamb in the wooden wagon (made for me by My dad), and I strolled off pulling My wagon saying, “You want to go for a little ride, little one?”
The scene ends there, little one. My first lamb, white as snow, without a flaw! Just as pure as a newborn babe, innocent and helpless! Ponder My joy. Peace.
Sep 15, 1999
9/15/99
14. Our Daily Life
Little one, now let us continue on with My Life’s journey.
After My father was told he could return back to Nazareth, he praised the Father along with My mother. We did not immediately leave. My father had established himself in his trade, and we acquired friends for whom we wanted to give proper farewell and salutations. My father also wanted to wait to be sure that the upheaval and unrest had settled down. We remained in Egypt 2 more years. By the time we returned to our homeland, I was 6 ½ years of age.
But first let me tell you of a day in My Life now as we return to the scene in Egypt.
I was almost 4 years old now. I was at the age when I was learning numbers, and I was interested in books (scrolls) and was very active, running, playing and climbing. We shall continue on from this point on a routine day, so that you can see what My life was like.
I am running around in a circle while My mother is sitting in her chair reading. I fall to the ground, roll over on My back, and I say to My mother, “I’m dying, I’m being killed, I’m dead.” I raise both My arms up from My sides extending them out, and I sigh a big breath and close My eyes. I peak open My eyes to see My mother who in distress is looking at Me with sorrowful, concerned eyes. I say, “I’m only pretending, Mom. Don’t worry. God is with you.” I close My eyes again and exhale a big sigh as if once again it is My last breath. I sit up now with a big smile, My legs extended, and My arms behind Me holding Me up.
Mommy is still not happy, and she’s still looking at Me. I get up and run to her, and I put both My hands on each side of her cheeks. “Be happy, Mom. It’s alright. I have to pretend to die today because that is what I will have to do later, but I will save you from bad people. I will protect you. See?” (as I smile at My mother.)
Mommy responded, “That’s enough for today, My dear One.”
“OK, Mom, you wanna read me a story now. But first maybe we better have something sweet to eat. I’m hungry, Mom. It’s kind of hard to die. Let’s have some honey then you can read me two stories, and then you wanna roll rocks with me?”
O’ the innocence of children. They do not understand the implications of their actions. They are so genuinely innocent and pure that you can hardly contain yourself from desiring to scoop them up into your arms and lovingly embracing them. Little one, O’ the sorrow which awaits those who harm little children and do not lovingly care for them.
I will stop here for now. But we will continue later when My father walks into the room, greets My mother, and I jump in his lap with my arms extended, asking, “Daddy, you wanna play rocks with us?” Peace, little one. Peace.
Sep 10, 1999
10/11/99
15. More on Our Daily Life
“Daddy, you wanna play rocks with us?”, I asked as I ran to him with my arms extended.
Then my father picked me up, gave me a warm, strong, loving embrace and responded with a smile, “Well it seems you have had quite a full day. Come sit on my lap and tell me about it first.” With a proud smile on My face, I took My father’s hand and led him to the kitchen chair. My mother, with her gentle smile continued to prepare something for us to eat..
“I pretended to die today, daddy, and it was hard work. There were people fighting, but I won because God is with Me.”
“Oh?”, replied My father. “You didn’t upset Your mother today, my Son, did you?”
“Oh no, daddy, we were just playing. It was pretend. I have to do that, you know. Mommy was a little sad, but I have her a big hug and kiss. You wanna play rocks now with me?”
“In a minute, my Son, perhaps I better talk first with your mother.” Mommy brought the snack to the table and we all gave praise to the Father for His goodness and our humble meal. My father then conversed with My mother about the day, as I paid little attention, jumping on and off the stool.
You see, my little one, My Life as a “child” was just exactly that, the life of a child. There was nothing extraordinary or spectacular which set me aside and different from any other child growing in the arms of loving parents. This is what made My life so special, because it invites and includes all children and people of the world for all generations. I came into the world and lived in the world, and I would die in the world for the love of all people. All people would be given the opportunity to live life in Me and to die in Me, to share My Life as I shared theirs and to share My Death as I conquered the pain and sorrow of death in order for all to be able to pass into everlasting joy.
Well now, after our humble meal, My father played rocks with Me as Mother cleaned and tidied up the kitchen. Afterwards, we all joined together for prayer time with recitations of psalms, praises to God and prayers for those in need. Then My mother cleansed me from My hard day’s work of play and prepared me for sleep. My father would bless Me and be next to Me as I prayed My bedtime prayers; and then My mother would sing Me a lullaby, rocking me as My precious eyes rested on hers. Slowly I would close them as another day came to a close with anticipation and thoughts for tomorrow’s activities and play.
Aug 11, 1999
11/8/99
18. My Mother
My little one, before we continue on with My first lesson taught to Me by My mother, I want to talk about her daily life. She lived a very ordinary life, and she did not make an impression, in the eyes of the people in Egypt or Nazareth, of anything out of the ordinary. She was the wife of Joseph the carpenter, and she lived like any other woman. She took care of the family and household chores, cooking and cleaning. She was simply Mary, the wife of Joseph the carpenter, who had a Son named Jesus.
What made her different then from the rest of the world? Her “fiat” to God. She lived with Me, through Me, for Me, and in Me. I dwelt within her. Every step of her life was in step with Mine. She said “yes” to the Father and never took it back. Whatever God wanted was acted out in her “yes”; including everything she felt, whether it be joy or sorrow, good health or suffering. She said “yes” to the Archangel Gabriel, “yes” to becoming the spouse of Joseph, “yes” to a humble manger, “yes” to the exile into Egypt, “yes” to devoting her entire life to teaching Me and keeping Me hidden. She said “yes” to when later it would be time to say good-bye and let Me leave her as I began My public ministry. She said “yes” to My Cross, My Death and My Resurrection; and she said “yes” to becoming the Mother of all peoples.
She kept within her heart all the treasures of My Life from My Birth to My Presentation, from when I was found in the Temple up through My Death. She did not take it upon herself to discuss these events with anyone. Her neighbors saw her willingness to help others in need, but never did she reveal the secrets of God, her Son, the Christ Child, King and Savior for all the world. Her actions of purity spoke her way of life and told the story of Truth, and they quietly instructed people how to lead their lives. The fruits of her spirit were those of Mine, namely: “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, trustfulness, gentleness, and self control.”
She lived what would later become St. Paul’s own words of instruction to Christians in living the fruits of the Holy Spirit. She was all to all people because I was all to her. She now remains Mother for all people, because I am Savior for all people. There is no distance between Us. Where I am, there she is with Me. This is what I want people to ponder, because I desire to dwell in all people and be one with them in every aspect of their lives and every avenue they walk, as I am One with My Mother.
Whether you are a newborn baby or falling into decay as age develops, do not lose heart. I can be equally as intimate and One with you through your faith in Me. Take My words into your heart.
Peace, little one who is lost without me. I love you and will never leave you. Peace.
Jul 13, 1999
7/13/99
13. Our Return to Nazareth
We stayed in Egypt until My Heavenly Father revealed to My earthly father that it was time and safe to return to our homeland. One night as My father was sleeping, an angel came to him and said, ”Joseph, wake up. Do not be afraid. You may now return to your homeland with your belongings. Your family will be quite safe. Herod has died. You now are free to go back. God’s Peace is upon you.” Taken by this dream, My father awoke and hastily arose to check on his beloved ones. There nestled in comfort I laid in My bed of safety. Surprised to see My mother awake, he said, “Mary, my beloved, I had a dream from Heaven”; to which My mother responded, “ I know, my Joseph. The angel said it is safe to return now with our belongings to our homeland. Let us return as you see fit.”
At that response My father smiled and began to pray with My mother a prayer of thanksgiving to My Heavenly Father, and they pondered in their hearts the goodness of God. “O’ how beautiful you are, O’ great possession of our hearts, You Who created the heavens and the stars and the soil of the earth. We bless Your Holy Name and bow to Your Divinity. You Who knows all things, we thank You and desire to be Your lowly servants. All praise and glory to Your Name.”
With that prayer I stirred and called, “Mommy, daddy”; and with arms raised high towards Heaven, I was lifted by My mother into her arms. I embraced her with a loving hug, but then extended My little arms to My father. There I desired to rest My head after I patted My hands against his cheeks and smiled at him. He responded to My Heavenly Father’s call. He listened and responded. I could rest My head on him, for I was secure, safe and at peace in the arms of My earthly father. What a joy to feel the comfort of a father, My strong but gentle daddy! He was Mine, all of Mine; and I was his, all of his.
Little one, ponder this scene that I have revealed to you. The joy and wonder of being gifted with fatherhood! Peace to you. I love you, and I give you My Heart and My Eyes.
Jun 29, 1999
6/29/99
12. More on Our Life in Egypt
Elam was very kind in helping our Holy Family become situated in that far away land. He was a robust man with a face which spoke a tale of his life. He had a beard and gentle, soft, deep-set eyes. He was a man aged in years, yet quite capable of continuing his sturdy work. We remained his guests for 4 weeks at which time we moved our belongings, the little we had, to our new home.
Our new house was quite lovely with its holy surroundings and My mother and father. We lived in poverty, yet with the dignity of noblemen. I was taught the Law of God directly from the Seat of Wisdom, My mother; although at this point in My life, I was not yet old enough. I was still a young one of 1 ½ years of age. I was talking and learning words and sentences, and I had mastered walking by this time. The wonders of God’s creation enticed Me. I had golden hair with curls just forming, and my cheeks were quite rosy and chubby with peach fuzz brightening the outline of My hairline and face. I was quite comfortable in the arms of My parents and was not independent enough to wander far from them.
My father set up his carpentry shop outside our dwelling place, roughly 100 feet away. My mother began spinning wool and, at this point, began making hand-woven cloaks. Our livelihood was a very simple one. My father endured harsh comments from many of the townspeople and responded with silence when ridiculed, but this was short-lived. My father became known as a respectable, honest and fair man. His wages were fair, and he always give his surplus to others who were suffering unfortunate circumstances. He became known as a gentle man with great integrity.
He never shared the belittling commentaries with My mother, but she knew of his pain from several verbose women in the area. She did not need women to reveal her husband’s situation because she could see his heart of love and his concern in wanting to be a providing spouse and father. None the less, the women of the town were quite generous in exposing other peoples’ hardships to all who had ears to hear. My mother, in her purity, softened the blows My father was receiving by opening her heart to these hard-surfaced women, and she became the lagoon which swallowed all the negative speculative remarks against her spouse. Only a heart so Immaculate could silence the effects of evil and inspire people to change their lives, repent, and walk the path towards God.
When the news arrived of the slaughter of all the innocent children, the heavens wept tears of sorrow for the women who waited in agony for their lost ones. The world would never be the same.
It was only the beginning of evil’s reign and would mark the commencement of the pain to come upon the world from the misuse of power, and from jealousy, hatred and malice, vanity, and soul-searching desires. The evil one would certainly try to destroy the world in fear of THE woman who would destroy him forever through her fidelity and obedience to God. The battle began at that moment and continues on today with the threat to innocent lives in the mothers’ wombs through the termination of life before a baby’s first breath. One day the world will know of the importance of the children, their sanctifying and redeeming grace from God, and the way of life necessary for salvation.
Let us stop here for now, little one. I do not desire to continue. The pain in My Heart is too strong because I am the One Who has given birth to the children, my people of the world, through My Passion. O’ that they would really be mine, not their own. They live for themselves. I want their flesh, for it rightfully belongs to Me. Peace to you. My Heart I give to you and My Eyes I give to you.
