April 28, 2001
Dearest sweetest Father:
… I am between a heart of stone and a wall that will not move—and I am being crushed in the middle. Please move the wall, transform the heart of stone, or pluck me out of the middle. I am listening and I love You, Father.
Barbara Rose, smallest daughter of My heart:
Hear Me: Let it be known that all who cry out to Me, “Abba,” will be saved—
those children who acknowledge Me as their one true God and Father—and
as My children are transformed in My love. What does this mean, little one?
That Your Spirit lives in them and those in whom Your Spirit dwells will
not die. They will be made clean and spotless because Your Spirit works in
and through them.
and inspired You have learned much, daughter. Turn to Me and see Me, know Me, love Me, honor Me with your heart, your soul which belongs to Me. Is it not true that
those who resemble Me most are those who make themselves amenable to My
sacred impression? How do you make yourself amenable? Do as you did today
in My Holy Sacrament of Penance and Reconciliation: cry out to Me, “Father, I
am sorry for hurting You, myself, and others. I beg for Your mercy on me. I give
myself to You to do with me what You will—I am yours, now and forever.”
Most of all, Barbara Rose, allow yourself to feel the sorrow of separation when
you have placed yourself beyond My grasp, when you leave Me to revel in your
own will. Power and control are a heady elixir poured from a tarnished chalice.
It is contaminated with the poison of willfulness and deceit. Do not power and
pride go hand in hand, wed to the “lie,” breeding always the “sin.” And this sin
is always lust—lust of others and desire for things. But have I not told you all
this? Can it be denied? But you do not listen. Instead you wait to be satiated
by “other.” And what is this “other”? This “other” is not Me—it is an illusion.
And at its root is will, pride, power, and control. Self and autonomy—can it
be? Is this good? No, never, little one of My heart. This separates, divides,
weakens, emboldens, misleads.
But I have said enough for this day. Now lie in My heart and be at peace. Be at
one with Me in body, mind, and soul—in your totality—be mine, joined in love and
inspired and motivated by that which is Mine—My will, divine, impoverished
not but ever bountiful and life-full. The “other” way is death to the divine
life within you. The prodigal son could have “survived” on the meager corn of
a stranger or he could live royally on the feast of His Father’s love. Be free in My
will, Barbara Rose. Be free to be what I have willed for you—it is designed for you
alone. Embrace this challenge. You will see in time the outline of My desire for
you, just the outline. Do you accept the invitation and place yourself within?
Yes! Father.
Then so be it. It is done. Now wait on My plan in its fullness.
Father, may Your will be done. Do You want me to keep searching or do I
just wait for it to happen to Me?
[I hear: “May it be done unto Me according to Your will.” And then I see
myself let go and I seem to dissipate as the stoney heart and wall meet—and
I am crushed, vanished, disappeared, changed from solid to something else.
It is incredibly painful, but it was necessary for my earthly self to respond
and react and transformatively become something new. Something that
could “survive” this impossible situation. I let go; I quit pushing the wall
away in front of me and pushing against the stoney heart in back of me. It
was like being in a vice. Each did what it was intended to do. Each was being
true to its nature. I don’t know how I chose to get caught in the middle.
But I chose it. God didn’t put me there. I cannot change it; I cannot resist
it; I can only respond. I will allow it to transform me—as if I become some
sort of energy that cannot be harmed by the physical world. But I don’t
entirely understand this concept. Please show me, Father. I also see a white
garment. And this garment is My Father’s and I hold it close to me to feel
close to Him in a physical way. I don’t know what this means. And then I
feel my Father’s mark on my forehead and in this way I feel Him physically
touch Me; in this I am to feel His intimacy.]
Be at peace, little one. Be at peace in My will for you.
[At this moment, a stream of light from the sun comes in the window and
directly touches my forehead, and my palms have that strange feeling
again. And I hear “Adonai”!]
Let wisdom reign in your heart. Know her [Wisdom]. I am pleased.
Shalom.
Dearest sweetest Father:
… I am between a heart of stone and a wall that will not move—and I am being crushed in the middle. Please move the wall, transform the heart of stone, or pluck me out of the middle. I am listening and I love You, Father.
Barbara Rose, smallest daughter of My heart:
Hear Me: Let it be known that all who cry out to Me, “Abba,” will be saved—
those children who acknowledge Me as their one true God and Father—and
as My children are transformed in My love. What does this mean, little one?
That Your Spirit lives in them and those in whom Your Spirit dwells will
not die. They will be made clean and spotless because Your Spirit works in
and through them.
and inspired You have learned much, daughter. Turn to Me and see Me, know Me, love Me, honor Me with your heart, your soul which belongs to Me. Is it not true that
those who resemble Me most are those who make themselves amenable to My
sacred impression? How do you make yourself amenable? Do as you did today
in My Holy Sacrament of Penance and Reconciliation: cry out to Me, “Father, I
am sorry for hurting You, myself, and others. I beg for Your mercy on me. I give
myself to You to do with me what You will—I am yours, now and forever.”
Most of all, Barbara Rose, allow yourself to feel the sorrow of separation when
you have placed yourself beyond My grasp, when you leave Me to revel in your
own will. Power and control are a heady elixir poured from a tarnished chalice.
It is contaminated with the poison of willfulness and deceit. Do not power and
pride go hand in hand, wed to the “lie,” breeding always the “sin.” And this sin
is always lust—lust of others and desire for things. But have I not told you all
this? Can it be denied? But you do not listen. Instead you wait to be satiated
by “other.” And what is this “other”? This “other” is not Me—it is an illusion.
And at its root is will, pride, power, and control. Self and autonomy—can it
be? Is this good? No, never, little one of My heart. This separates, divides,
weakens, emboldens, misleads.
But I have said enough for this day. Now lie in My heart and be at peace. Be at
one with Me in body, mind, and soul—in your totality—be mine, joined in love and
inspired and motivated by that which is Mine—My will, divine, impoverished
not but ever bountiful and life-full. The “other” way is death to the divine
life within you. The prodigal son could have “survived” on the meager corn of
a stranger or he could live royally on the feast of His Father’s love. Be free in My
will, Barbara Rose. Be free to be what I have willed for you—it is designed for you
alone. Embrace this challenge. You will see in time the outline of My desire for
you, just the outline. Do you accept the invitation and place yourself within?
Yes! Father.
Then so be it. It is done. Now wait on My plan in its fullness.
Father, may Your will be done. Do You want me to keep searching or do I
just wait for it to happen to Me?
[I hear: “May it be done unto Me according to Your will.” And then I see
myself let go and I seem to dissipate as the stoney heart and wall meet—and
I am crushed, vanished, disappeared, changed from solid to something else.
It is incredibly painful, but it was necessary for my earthly self to respond
and react and transformatively become something new. Something that
could “survive” this impossible situation. I let go; I quit pushing the wall
away in front of me and pushing against the stoney heart in back of me. It
was like being in a vice. Each did what it was intended to do. Each was being
true to its nature. I don’t know how I chose to get caught in the middle.
But I chose it. God didn’t put me there. I cannot change it; I cannot resist
it; I can only respond. I will allow it to transform me—as if I become some
sort of energy that cannot be harmed by the physical world. But I don’t
entirely understand this concept. Please show me, Father. I also see a white
garment. And this garment is My Father’s and I hold it close to me to feel
close to Him in a physical way. I don’t know what this means. And then I
feel my Father’s mark on my forehead and in this way I feel Him physically
touch Me; in this I am to feel His intimacy.]
Be at peace, little one. Be at peace in My will for you.
[At this moment, a stream of light from the sun comes in the window and
directly touches my forehead, and my palms have that strange feeling
again. And I hear “Adonai”!]
Let wisdom reign in your heart. Know her [Wisdom]. I am pleased.
Shalom.
Feb 19th 2003
February 18, 2003
Dearest Sweetest Papa:
You know what is in my heart. The disappointment, the frustration—and the desire to do Your Will in all things.
[I hear, “Prepare for the troubles,” and I see a bright light come out of this place in “20 + 10 years.” I think this means we will suffer for the next 30 years (2033), but then some sort of miraculous white Light will burst forth from here. I’m certain I will be gone by then.
….[I see Our Lady and she is on her knees on the floor—sitting back—and
rocking and distressed and she says, “Peace, Pray for Peace.” And she has
on a multicolored tapestry, dark colors. And I don’t know what to do for
her,... Papa, please come and intervene ....]
Is 14:32—”And what shall be answered to the messengers of the nations? That
the Lord hath founded Sion, and the poor of his people shall hope in him.”
Conchita of Garabandal was told by the Blessed Mother that after this Pope (Benedict; 4 after the one at the time (for text go to sdbv.com for the new End Times post)) it would be the “end of times”. So, we are now in the "end of times".
And too Barbara says at one point, that 2 Popes later (PJP2 was pope at the time), the current pontiff would embrace the work, the (Holy Octave Consecration & Feast Day). We can assume then the messages probably as well. That means this very next Pope that will be chosen in the soon conclave. Since St. Malachy in the 1100’s prophesied the line of Popes with such accuracy, it is worth noting that he calls the next Pope “Peter the Roman” and it is the last one on his list. (!) Drama, drama.
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