A few times throughout the Seeing With the Eyes of the Soul Book, Father tells Barbara, "All I ask is.." and over time, when I am particularly overwhelmed, these tender Words come to mind and simplify everything. What does really matter? Every child needs to hear this from a loving parent. Our Father fulfills this need in a way only He can. As we enter the Holy Season of Advent and Christmas, may we live in the fiat of Love we were made for, ditch the chaos the world is imbued in, and Be Still and Know ...that Silence and Peace, which the World cannot give and that we were made to live IN, in the Rhythm & Harmony of that Holy of Holies Indwelling Presence of God's Will. And be attentive and ready for His Son's Coming.
… I ask very little of My children in these times.
March 13, 1997:
Dearest Father:
I think a lot of people call You Father without being overly concerned about
their growth in grace. What if someone’s consecrated and then after retracts
their “Yes.” Father, I’m confused. Sometimes I think I’ve got it down and
then You add a new piece of the puzzle. …Please, Lord, if it’s Your Will,
enlighten me. …
The Book is My Treasure, yet to be unearthed. You are right in feeling that you
do not yet have the full picture. For now, this must be. Why? Because My chil-
dren are not yet prepared to embrace the full Truth of their Salvation History.
They will be brought to it slowly as you have been.
For instance, My children are drowning in a sea of chaos. They would not be
open to quieting their lives to nurture their relationship with their Creator who
dwells in them. I DWELL IN THOSE SOULS WHO ARE CONSECRATED TO ME.
That is, they have given themselves to Me. They are united with Me. First, we
must start with the Consecration. The rest will follow. … On the EIGHTH day,
I will come. This is My promise.
I want My children to come to Me in whatever manner they must. This is
imperative in these times. There is no other way. My Honor is just. It is right.
Honoring Me strengthens My children. It builds their moral and spiritual char-
acter which is so greatly lacking. Close your eyes tonight and I will be with you.
You are Mine. And I will never let you go. Your work has pleased Me very much.
… I ask very little of My children in these times. I ask them to acknowledge Me
and love Me. Tell them, Barbara. THE END DRAWS NEAR. THESE TIME ARE
CLOSING AND A NEW ERA BEGINS. Teach them, Barbara. Show them who
I am and how to love Me. Most of all show them how I love them. Bring Me
souls. Go in Peace, child, and sleep. …
Dearest Father:
I think a lot of people call You Father without being overly concerned about
their growth in grace. What if someone’s consecrated and then after retracts
their “Yes.” Father, I’m confused. Sometimes I think I’ve got it down and
then You add a new piece of the puzzle. …Please, Lord, if it’s Your Will,
enlighten me. …
The Book is My Treasure, yet to be unearthed. You are right in feeling that you
do not yet have the full picture. For now, this must be. Why? Because My chil-
dren are not yet prepared to embrace the full Truth of their Salvation History.
They will be brought to it slowly as you have been.
For instance, My children are drowning in a sea of chaos. They would not be
open to quieting their lives to nurture their relationship with their Creator who
dwells in them. I DWELL IN THOSE SOULS WHO ARE CONSECRATED TO ME.
That is, they have given themselves to Me. They are united with Me. First, we
must start with the Consecration. The rest will follow. … On the EIGHTH day,
I will come. This is My promise.
I want My children to come to Me in whatever manner they must. This is
imperative in these times. There is no other way. My Honor is just. It is right.
Honoring Me strengthens My children. It builds their moral and spiritual char-
acter which is so greatly lacking. Close your eyes tonight and I will be with you.
You are Mine. And I will never let you go. Your work has pleased Me very much.
… I ask very little of My children in these times. I ask them to acknowledge Me
and love Me. Tell them, Barbara. THE END DRAWS NEAR. THESE TIME ARE
CLOSING AND A NEW ERA BEGINS. Teach them, Barbara. Show them who
I am and how to love Me. Most of all show them how I love them. Bring Me
souls. Go in Peace, child, and sleep. …
The challenge is all I ask of you...
March 26, l999:
Dearest sweetest Father:
I am almost done with the book and feel very happy. It is a gift of love. …
Thank You, Father, for teaching me to listen to Your promptings and to be
patient. I’m listening, Papa.
It is time to tell the tale, daughter. Draw Me, daughter, as you see Me. I will
assist you in this effort.
Father, I can’t draw. I have to draw You so that the reader can’t see Your face
because I have no talent at art.
The skill will be provided. Will you do this for Me, smallest daughter of My
heart?
Yes, Father.
The challenge is all I ask of you. See Me with the eyes of your soul so that all may
see My presence with them. Let them see the love of a Father for His children.
In this you will be rewarded amply.
Father, I don’t want any reward. Only Your love, protection for my family,
and my daily bread.
… Now listen to Me closely: Betrayal signaled the beginning of the Passion.
Know this in your own time. Your passion is upon you, My children. And you must
follow your Lord and King, My Son Jesus, to his Cross if you hope to have eternal
glory in Heaven with Me. Celebrate the victory of your hearts. Be glad.
Is 15—“Because the wall of Moab is destroyed in the night, it is silent….According
to the greatness of their work, is their visitation also., 46 –“They are consumed, and
are broken together: they could not save him that carried them, and they them-
selves shall go into captivity….Even to your old age I am the same, and to your grey
hairs I will carry you: I have made you, and I will bear: I will carry and will save. To
whom have you likened me, and made me equal, and compared me, and made me
like?….for I am God, and there is no God beside, neither is there the like to me….
My counsel shall stand, and all my will shall be done…I have created, and I will do
it. Hear me, O ye hardhearted, who are far from justice. I have brought my justice
near, it shall not be afar off: and my salvation shall not tarry. I will give salvation
in Sion, and my glory in Israel. 52—“…Shake thyself from the dust, arise, sit up, O
Jerusalem: loose the bonds from off thy neck, O captive daughter of Sion. For thus
saith the Lord: You were sold gratis, and you shall be redeemed without money….
hath oppressed them without cause at all…for my people is taken away gratis.
They that rule over them treat them unjustly…and my name is blasphemed all the
day long. Therefore, my people shall know my name in that day: for I myself that
spoke, behold I am here. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him
that bringeth good tidings, and that preacheth peace:…the Lord shall go before
you, and the God of Israel shall gather you together.”
[I see my Father. He appears to be in a room, as in a temple or palace. The
walls are light colored stone or stucco. There are three windows behind His
throne. The sun is shining; it appears to be afternoon. All is quiet. He has
a staff or scepter in His hand and a shield over His chest.]
You have seen what you need to see and will remember. Now sleep in My peace.
Shalom.
Dearest sweetest Father:
I am almost done with the book and feel very happy. It is a gift of love. …
Thank You, Father, for teaching me to listen to Your promptings and to be
patient. I’m listening, Papa.
It is time to tell the tale, daughter. Draw Me, daughter, as you see Me. I will
assist you in this effort.
Father, I can’t draw. I have to draw You so that the reader can’t see Your face
because I have no talent at art.
The skill will be provided. Will you do this for Me, smallest daughter of My
heart?
Yes, Father.
The challenge is all I ask of you. See Me with the eyes of your soul so that all may
see My presence with them. Let them see the love of a Father for His children.
In this you will be rewarded amply.
Father, I don’t want any reward. Only Your love, protection for my family,
and my daily bread.
… Now listen to Me closely: Betrayal signaled the beginning of the Passion.
Know this in your own time. Your passion is upon you, My children. And you must
follow your Lord and King, My Son Jesus, to his Cross if you hope to have eternal
glory in Heaven with Me. Celebrate the victory of your hearts. Be glad.
Is 15—“Because the wall of Moab is destroyed in the night, it is silent….According
to the greatness of their work, is their visitation also., 46 –“They are consumed, and
are broken together: they could not save him that carried them, and they them-
selves shall go into captivity….Even to your old age I am the same, and to your grey
hairs I will carry you: I have made you, and I will bear: I will carry and will save. To
whom have you likened me, and made me equal, and compared me, and made me
like?….for I am God, and there is no God beside, neither is there the like to me….
My counsel shall stand, and all my will shall be done…I have created, and I will do
it. Hear me, O ye hardhearted, who are far from justice. I have brought my justice
near, it shall not be afar off: and my salvation shall not tarry. I will give salvation
in Sion, and my glory in Israel. 52—“…Shake thyself from the dust, arise, sit up, O
Jerusalem: loose the bonds from off thy neck, O captive daughter of Sion. For thus
saith the Lord: You were sold gratis, and you shall be redeemed without money….
hath oppressed them without cause at all…for my people is taken away gratis.
They that rule over them treat them unjustly…and my name is blasphemed all the
day long. Therefore, my people shall know my name in that day: for I myself that
spoke, behold I am here. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him
that bringeth good tidings, and that preacheth peace:…the Lord shall go before
you, and the God of Israel shall gather you together.”
[I see my Father. He appears to be in a room, as in a temple or palace. The
walls are light colored stone or stucco. There are three windows behind His
throne. The sun is shining; it appears to be afternoon. All is quiet. He has
a staff or scepter in His hand and a shield over His chest.]
You have seen what you need to see and will remember. Now sleep in My peace.
Shalom.
That is all I ask of you Barbara Rose...
(this one is particular to Barbara's mission, but we all do participate in as much as we embrace offering Him everything for the Tranformation and return of His children, our brother's and sister's and family in One Abba Father.)
February 26, 2001:
Dearest sweetest Father:
Last night I dreamt of You. And in my dream I was frightened that You
would leave me. But You said that although You would seem to be gone for
awhile, you would return. And I asked when. And You replied, on Friday,
and that we’d look into the schooling of two of Your children. And they
were the children of a simple, native woman. I can still remember the fear
of losing You and the comfort in knowing that I never would.
Father, I pray for …. May Your will be done and may all your children
consecrate themselves to You. And I ask you to please help me with patience
in that personal matter. I love You so much and I am listening.
Dearest daughter, Mine: Can you no longer see Me? Do I no longer touch your
heart? You have come to Me so long in fear. Why? You find our time together
difficult. Could it be that you resisted hearing the truth? And what is the truth,
little one? The truth is that I AM here and I see and hear all things. No man
can better God. No creature can overcome the Creator.
But you shrink away from Me, as do My children, scattered, confused, isolated,
lonely. When I call you all, how many cannot hear? Sometimes one may hear
and one may not. It is left to the one who can hear to alert the one who can-
not. This is likened to a parent who calls their children home at the end of the
day. They are afield playing, wandering. But the one who hears must tell the
others who may not hear because they are further away or they are distracted
or preoccupied with play. Evening approaches and with it the coming of the
darkness of night. As children of the same family, do they not have an obliga-
tion to their siblings and their parents? Could they proceed home without
the others who would be left alone in the dark? No, this is not the way of a
family—not in My plan for you all.
Once again, I call you to this truth—I desire that you continue to bring to the
attention of your brothers and sisters who are too busy with play or who have
ventured far from home, that night draws near, your Father and Mother are
calling, and a welcoming house, warm, drenched with light and a fine dinner,
nourishing, awaits you. How much more difficult for these distracted children
to be found or for them to find their way in the darkness of the night. Now is
such a time as the shadows of evening creep closer and I stand on the portico
calling your names. You are attentive to the signs and hour—you can hear
your parents call. How many others will hear? True, it is difficult for My voice
to carry to faraway hollows and penetrate into the noise. But so many times
these lost children have forgotten the hour: they do not notice the setting of
the sun, the coolness of evening approaching. They deny, even, the hunger
within them.
Tell them. That is all I ask of you, Barbara Rose—tell them their Father calls
them home. He is waiting. It is time for the family to draw together for the meal.
If they look, they will see the light of home. Instruct them to listen to My voice
and move toward the light into My open arms and the light of home. Shalom,
daughter of My heart. I remain as always, your loving Father, divine.
Lk 6:49—“But he that heareth and doth not, is like to a man building his house
upon the earth without a foundation: against which the stream beats vehemently,
and immediately it fell, and the ruin of that house was great.”
Dearest sweetest Father:
Last night I dreamt of You. And in my dream I was frightened that You
would leave me. But You said that although You would seem to be gone for
awhile, you would return. And I asked when. And You replied, on Friday,
and that we’d look into the schooling of two of Your children. And they
were the children of a simple, native woman. I can still remember the fear
of losing You and the comfort in knowing that I never would.
Father, I pray for …. May Your will be done and may all your children
consecrate themselves to You. And I ask you to please help me with patience
in that personal matter. I love You so much and I am listening.
Dearest daughter, Mine: Can you no longer see Me? Do I no longer touch your
heart? You have come to Me so long in fear. Why? You find our time together
difficult. Could it be that you resisted hearing the truth? And what is the truth,
little one? The truth is that I AM here and I see and hear all things. No man
can better God. No creature can overcome the Creator.
But you shrink away from Me, as do My children, scattered, confused, isolated,
lonely. When I call you all, how many cannot hear? Sometimes one may hear
and one may not. It is left to the one who can hear to alert the one who can-
not. This is likened to a parent who calls their children home at the end of the
day. They are afield playing, wandering. But the one who hears must tell the
others who may not hear because they are further away or they are distracted
or preoccupied with play. Evening approaches and with it the coming of the
darkness of night. As children of the same family, do they not have an obliga-
tion to their siblings and their parents? Could they proceed home without
the others who would be left alone in the dark? No, this is not the way of a
family—not in My plan for you all.
Once again, I call you to this truth—I desire that you continue to bring to the
attention of your brothers and sisters who are too busy with play or who have
ventured far from home, that night draws near, your Father and Mother are
calling, and a welcoming house, warm, drenched with light and a fine dinner,
nourishing, awaits you. How much more difficult for these distracted children
to be found or for them to find their way in the darkness of the night. Now is
such a time as the shadows of evening creep closer and I stand on the portico
calling your names. You are attentive to the signs and hour—you can hear
your parents call. How many others will hear? True, it is difficult for My voice
to carry to faraway hollows and penetrate into the noise. But so many times
these lost children have forgotten the hour: they do not notice the setting of
the sun, the coolness of evening approaching. They deny, even, the hunger
within them.
Tell them. That is all I ask of you, Barbara Rose—tell them their Father calls
them home. He is waiting. It is time for the family to draw together for the meal.
If they look, they will see the light of home. Instruct them to listen to My voice
and move toward the light into My open arms and the light of home. Shalom,
daughter of My heart. I remain as always, your loving Father, divine.
Lk 6:49—“But he that heareth and doth not, is like to a man building his house
upon the earth without a foundation: against which the stream beats vehemently,
and immediately it fell, and the ruin of that house was great.”
a final thought...
I will need to find the quote later, but I recall Father impressed on Barbara strongly that what He mainly wanted from His children was that they include Him in their lives. He said this was and will be the essence of the New Era and that it was His Greatest Joy! to share in our lives. And that we can begin now by talking to Him about everything throughout our day.
Have a Blessed Holy Season
Have a Blessed Holy Season
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