[I see the blessing stone—] Barbara Rose, this blessing stone is just that—it is made of stone with My divine paternal heart raised up and resting within it. The fingers are meant to see it with the eyes of the soul, imprinting on your hearts this true heart of Mine. (3-24-2001) ...In your home you will place outside the door the heart I have shown you—the touchstone.
“…In those days, and at that time, saith the Lord, the children of Israel
shall come, they and the children of Juda together: going and weeping
they shall make haste, and shall seek the Lord their God…(Jer 50)
February 5, 2000:
We are up north. Thank You, Father. It is so peaceful. You are surely here.
The fire is lit. All is well. I am thinking of all the people I know who need
prayer… . I pray also for the Apostolate. I am Yours, Father. Please bless
and protect my family and the Apostolate. I love You so very much. I am
listening.
Barbara Rose, smallest daughter of My heart: Be thankful for all I have re-
vealed to you. It is for the good of all mankind. It is a simple summons from
the Creator. In the revelations I have given you is a directive so pure, so simple,
so true—to return home to the feast I have prepared. You come one by one,
pausing in perplexity: Will my Father want me? Is my Father here and is this
really my home? Is all this real or imagined? Do ‘I’ exist? What do you believe,
little one? Do I exist?
Oh, yes, Father, You do. Without You there is nothing, absolutely
nothing.
Well said, daughter. Now hear Me. You move toward Me, My children, some in
knowing, but most in confusion. The progression of life moves as in a current,
My will, carrying My children on the current of My love. But yet some flounder,
blind and deaf, panicked in their movement. For life is a movement, Barbara
Rose—seldom perceived but endured. Now what if these children of Mine were
to understand the sense of this progressive movement? Would they not cease
to flail and weep? Would they no longer shout in their confusion and despair?
Then, My daughter, they could lay themselves down, gently and willingly in
My current, My will, My love, being attentive to their journey. Eyes wide open,
ears straining to hear the voice of their Father, looking for Me on their journey,
searching for My presence and reassurance.
It is the panic, child, which keeps them from noticing Me, their Father. If not
for the help of My angels and My little ones who can see Me in others, they
would surely drown—or they would cling to the shore like frightened children,
thinking themselves saved by removing themselves from My water of life, My
river of promise. What they do not understand is that the banks are slippery
with the murky mud of darkness and beasts and snakes wait to devour them.
There is no easy way home along this path. No, they need stay in the middle of
My current and I will gently and safely bring them home. Cling to each other,
cling to the dead wood which floats in clear sight if you must. But remember,
this is not what saves you. It is only I who can save you, buoy you up with My
Spirit-filled home. Where does this river end? In Paradise. I am your refuge,
your fortress, your sanctuary. I am your home—the ocean of My heart. Here
you will meet Me in a sea of bliss, submerged in My mercy and breathing the air
of My Spirit—born anew, baptized in My love—fulfilled, satisfied, complete.
Let Me guide you, My children. Come to the living waters of My divine will—
and do not fear. You cannot go back; you cannot escape. All proceeds toward
Me or it dies. Shalom.
Jer 50—“…In those days, and at that time, saith the Lord, the children of Israel
shall come, they and the children of Juda together: going and weeping they shall
make haste, and shall seek the Lord their God…My people have been a lost flock,
their shepherds have caused them to go astray, and have made them wander in
the mountains: they have gone from mountain, to hill, they have forgotten their
resting place. All that found them, have devoured them…Because you rejoice,
and speak great things, pillaging my inheritance: because you are spread abroad
as calves upon the grass, and have bellowed as bulls. Your mother is confounded
exceedingly, and she that bore you is made even with the dust: behold she shall
be the last among the nations, a wilderness unpassable, and dry… a drought
upon [Babylon’s] waters, and they shall be dried up…therefore shall dragons
dwell there… . Behold he shall come up like a lion from the swelling of the Jordan
to the strong and beautiful: for I will make him run suddenly upon her: and who
shall be the chosen one whom I may appoint over her? For who is like to me? And
who shall bear up against me? And who is that shepherd that can withstand my
countenance?” Jer 42—“…for I am with you to save you, and to deliver you…And
I will show mercies to you, and will take pity on you… .
shall come, they and the children of Juda together: going and weeping
they shall make haste, and shall seek the Lord their God…(Jer 50)
February 5, 2000:
We are up north. Thank You, Father. It is so peaceful. You are surely here.
The fire is lit. All is well. I am thinking of all the people I know who need
prayer… . I pray also for the Apostolate. I am Yours, Father. Please bless
and protect my family and the Apostolate. I love You so very much. I am
listening.
Barbara Rose, smallest daughter of My heart: Be thankful for all I have re-
vealed to you. It is for the good of all mankind. It is a simple summons from
the Creator. In the revelations I have given you is a directive so pure, so simple,
so true—to return home to the feast I have prepared. You come one by one,
pausing in perplexity: Will my Father want me? Is my Father here and is this
really my home? Is all this real or imagined? Do ‘I’ exist? What do you believe,
little one? Do I exist?
Oh, yes, Father, You do. Without You there is nothing, absolutely
nothing.
Well said, daughter. Now hear Me. You move toward Me, My children, some in
knowing, but most in confusion. The progression of life moves as in a current,
My will, carrying My children on the current of My love. But yet some flounder,
blind and deaf, panicked in their movement. For life is a movement, Barbara
Rose—seldom perceived but endured. Now what if these children of Mine were
to understand the sense of this progressive movement? Would they not cease
to flail and weep? Would they no longer shout in their confusion and despair?
Then, My daughter, they could lay themselves down, gently and willingly in
My current, My will, My love, being attentive to their journey. Eyes wide open,
ears straining to hear the voice of their Father, looking for Me on their journey,
searching for My presence and reassurance.
It is the panic, child, which keeps them from noticing Me, their Father. If not
for the help of My angels and My little ones who can see Me in others, they
would surely drown—or they would cling to the shore like frightened children,
thinking themselves saved by removing themselves from My water of life, My
river of promise. What they do not understand is that the banks are slippery
with the murky mud of darkness and beasts and snakes wait to devour them.
There is no easy way home along this path. No, they need stay in the middle of
My current and I will gently and safely bring them home. Cling to each other,
cling to the dead wood which floats in clear sight if you must. But remember,
this is not what saves you. It is only I who can save you, buoy you up with My
Spirit-filled home. Where does this river end? In Paradise. I am your refuge,
your fortress, your sanctuary. I am your home—the ocean of My heart. Here
you will meet Me in a sea of bliss, submerged in My mercy and breathing the air
of My Spirit—born anew, baptized in My love—fulfilled, satisfied, complete.
Let Me guide you, My children. Come to the living waters of My divine will—
and do not fear. You cannot go back; you cannot escape. All proceeds toward
Me or it dies. Shalom.
Jer 50—“…In those days, and at that time, saith the Lord, the children of Israel
shall come, they and the children of Juda together: going and weeping they shall
make haste, and shall seek the Lord their God…My people have been a lost flock,
their shepherds have caused them to go astray, and have made them wander in
the mountains: they have gone from mountain, to hill, they have forgotten their
resting place. All that found them, have devoured them…Because you rejoice,
and speak great things, pillaging my inheritance: because you are spread abroad
as calves upon the grass, and have bellowed as bulls. Your mother is confounded
exceedingly, and she that bore you is made even with the dust: behold she shall
be the last among the nations, a wilderness unpassable, and dry… a drought
upon [Babylon’s] waters, and they shall be dried up…therefore shall dragons
dwell there… . Behold he shall come up like a lion from the swelling of the Jordan
to the strong and beautiful: for I will make him run suddenly upon her: and who
shall be the chosen one whom I may appoint over her? For who is like to me? And
who shall bear up against me? And who is that shepherd that can withstand my
countenance?” Jer 42—“…for I am with you to save you, and to deliver you…And
I will show mercies to you, and will take pity on you… .
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