March 29, 1997:
Dearest Father:
I have one more day until I formally consecrate myself to You. ... Not that I am worthy, Father. Because I am certainly not, but because I love You so, so much. Today when I was saying the Chaplet, I could see images for each minor octave:
First Minor Octave: I see myself outside at night throwing my arms up towards the heavens, in awe of Your Stars, and the vastness of Your Universe and I am praising You.
Second Minor Octave: I am kneeling before Your Throne, my hands folded in prayer, thanking You for everything You’ve given me.
Third Minor Octave: I am at the Altar with my arms up toward You, offering everything You’ve given me.
Fourth Minor Octave: I am at Your Feet (You are seated on Your Throne) and I am clinging to Your Robe and crying in sorrow for my sins and asking for Your Mercy and Help.
Fifth Minor Octave: I am in the robes given the Prodigal Son. I am standing up straight with the dignity and appreciation as Your child (before Your Throne).
Sixth Minor Octave: I am again in my robes bowing my head before Your Throne, saying “Yes” enthusiastically!
Seventh Minor Octave: I am standing before my Father on His Throne with a sword (of My Father’s Love and Mercy), determined and loyal to fight the good fight for Him on earth.
Eighth Minor Octave: I am kneeling before Him on His Throne and I’m in white with roses on my head, and the Father is tying a red ribbon to join our wrists. I am consecrating myself and we are joined.
The red ribbon is passion and love (blood).
The blood of Jesus
The Roses of My Mother Mary
The Holy Spirit resides in me like a golden glow—a repository for God. A Light, an energy.
The Father is well pleased.
The Holy Spirit marks us. That is God in us. That is His Kingdom.
The Father: You are Mine, now and forever. Say the words of the Consecration from your heart and join yourself to Me. Yes, I want you to bring your family to Me. The trumpets shall sound to announce My coming. I manifest Myself in the world through My children. Yes, I am other. But you are joined, united with Me. Be joyful today, little one. Enjoy your children and the quiet I have given you.
I love you, daughter. Be strong in these times. Keep your eyes ever on Me. My Presence with you is more real than everything you see around you. Open yourself to My Goodness and Mercy. Wrap yourself in the mantle of My Good- ness. Take delight in Your Father’s Love and Mercy. Be not afraid. I am always with you. Be brave. Be strong. My Love will triumph over the darkness of this world. It has already begun.
MY LOVE IS LIKE A FEVER THAT RACES OVER THE EARTH, CLEANING, PURI- FYING, AND TRANSFORMING. During this time, man will suffer as from an illness. And at one point, it will be critical. But then it will pass and all will be HEALED. The earth and all that’s on it must be transformed—healed.
I repeat: THIS PROCESS HAS BEGUN. The fevergrows. The discomfort grows. But your Mother is here to minister to you, bringing you water, sustenance (Eucharist), and comfort. Like cells in the body, only healthy cells will remain. Only those cells that have been cured, healed will remain. All others will be burned away and destroyed for the well-being of the entire organism. Pray for all your brothers and sisters, Barbara. Pray that they may be transformed. Offer your sufferings for them. Don’t give up! No, never. Never give up. All will be well. You will see. Trust and have hope. Love will conquer all. For love is the transforming fire, the Fever of My Love. The disease is so bad, Barbara, it trips the fever to save the whole body. This is My Will and My Plan. Yes, daughter, we are nearing the crisis point. Aid others. Pray for others. Love, Barbara, love! Feel it inside; send it out to the world. All around you.
The pine tree [in the back yard]—tall and ever green. Life. Rooted in the earth and reaching to the heavens. Sheltering the small animals and birds. It is as the Tree of Life upon which My Son was hung. From the tree drops pine cones and seeds. This Tree is special because it symbolizes everlasting life. Remember your Christmas tree? Pine and apples. Your tree had eatable fruit, as does Mine. With Me all things are possible. The healing will come. Embrace your Father. Make your choice and come home.
I love You, Father. [Tomorrow I must allow myself to love the Father completely.]
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