March 20, 2004:
Dearest, dearest Papa:
I have been in the desert for so long. Last night I had an experience, one of those that are indelible. I am in the boat—with Jesus—and He is paddling down the river (guiding the boat). And it is summer and for some reason I am always at the head of the boat, lying down, my eyes peeking over the edge, and I can see the beautiful river water—clear—and it is green (full of life) and I let my hands skim across the water, and I can feel the sun above and hear the summer sounds and smell summer.
This time, however, I somehow had fallen out of the boat and was splashing around and Jesus pulled me up (it reminds me of the fountain/well scene at the top of the valley) and what strikes me is I don’t know how I got out of the boat, but the way I was flailing around I think I was shocked and frightened. And this time I looked at Jesus and he looked at me, so kindly, and I didn’t want to look away from him—even to see where we were going.
I’m sorry, Jesus; I’m sorry, Father, if I have been too distracted by my surroundings and they have pulled me into the deep water—and I didn’t even realize it.
I am feeling very stressed. My blood pressure is up and I’m having too many incapacitating headaches—too many hats, too little time. May Your Will and only Your Will be done in my life. Let me know what that is and give me the wisdom, courage, and fortitude to do it. I miss you, Papa. I miss the quiet times with you. Please help me be a good daughter. Please. I am listening.
[Jesus] You bend the truth.
How, Jesus?
You need to give your “assent” to your “yes”—a freely given “yes,” given in love and total abandonment. Will you do this at last?
Yes, Jesus. I will. Please help me. I am so weak.
Tell … that he believes he has been abandoned by the One Who seeks him out. He cannot hide—no, little one of Our Father’s Heart. He, the one who must be told, is waiting for this word in patience and aggrieved submission. He, too, is learning of My Way—remember it is not what may seem to be successful in man’s eyes—but in Mine and My Father’s, your total abandonment and devotion are such a small offering for the graces gifted to you both. You must once again in earnest tend to the mission you have been given, tenderly and with much love. … will know. He is My mouthpiece in this regard. Learn to listen and submit to those I have given you for My great purpose and that of My Father’s— a return of His children home to their One True God and Father—of Whom I AM the Son Who has saved you all—from yourselves, in spite of yourselves, because you are so beloved by the Heart of the Trinity that beats unceasingly in rhythm and harmony, the music of Love, audible to all those who will hear and believe in these grave times.
Yes, I have reminded you again of the realities of this time. It is lethal, little one of My Father’s Heart and Mine. This you cannot escape—the darkening sky and high winds that approach from the East. Look to the East for your chastisement and Salvation—it is near —both separate and yet the same. Contained in one foretold moment—a clap of thunder—and then you will know and believe that what I have told you has come to pass. But this is so, not to frighten you. Always what is allowed to come to pass is for good in My Father’s eyes—the good of His children, all, whether they acknowledge Him or not. But that time soon approaches and will not remain hindered much longer—time bends back upon itself—ponder this, Barbara Rose.
My Peace I give you.
Matthew 11:14—“And if you will receive it, (J) he is Elias that is to come. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
J) [Reference back to the Book of Malachias] “Behold I will send you Elias the prophet, before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord.”
Dearest, dearest Papa:
I have been in the desert for so long. Last night I had an experience, one of those that are indelible. I am in the boat—with Jesus—and He is paddling down the river (guiding the boat). And it is summer and for some reason I am always at the head of the boat, lying down, my eyes peeking over the edge, and I can see the beautiful river water—clear—and it is green (full of life) and I let my hands skim across the water, and I can feel the sun above and hear the summer sounds and smell summer.
This time, however, I somehow had fallen out of the boat and was splashing around and Jesus pulled me up (it reminds me of the fountain/well scene at the top of the valley) and what strikes me is I don’t know how I got out of the boat, but the way I was flailing around I think I was shocked and frightened. And this time I looked at Jesus and he looked at me, so kindly, and I didn’t want to look away from him—even to see where we were going.
I’m sorry, Jesus; I’m sorry, Father, if I have been too distracted by my surroundings and they have pulled me into the deep water—and I didn’t even realize it.
I am feeling very stressed. My blood pressure is up and I’m having too many incapacitating headaches—too many hats, too little time. May Your Will and only Your Will be done in my life. Let me know what that is and give me the wisdom, courage, and fortitude to do it. I miss you, Papa. I miss the quiet times with you. Please help me be a good daughter. Please. I am listening.
[Jesus] You bend the truth.
How, Jesus?
You need to give your “assent” to your “yes”—a freely given “yes,” given in love and total abandonment. Will you do this at last?
Yes, Jesus. I will. Please help me. I am so weak.
Tell … that he believes he has been abandoned by the One Who seeks him out. He cannot hide—no, little one of Our Father’s Heart. He, the one who must be told, is waiting for this word in patience and aggrieved submission. He, too, is learning of My Way—remember it is not what may seem to be successful in man’s eyes—but in Mine and My Father’s, your total abandonment and devotion are such a small offering for the graces gifted to you both. You must once again in earnest tend to the mission you have been given, tenderly and with much love. … will know. He is My mouthpiece in this regard. Learn to listen and submit to those I have given you for My great purpose and that of My Father’s— a return of His children home to their One True God and Father—of Whom I AM the Son Who has saved you all—from yourselves, in spite of yourselves, because you are so beloved by the Heart of the Trinity that beats unceasingly in rhythm and harmony, the music of Love, audible to all those who will hear and believe in these grave times.
Yes, I have reminded you again of the realities of this time. It is lethal, little one of My Father’s Heart and Mine. This you cannot escape—the darkening sky and high winds that approach from the East. Look to the East for your chastisement and Salvation—it is near —both separate and yet the same. Contained in one foretold moment—a clap of thunder—and then you will know and believe that what I have told you has come to pass. But this is so, not to frighten you. Always what is allowed to come to pass is for good in My Father’s eyes—the good of His children, all, whether they acknowledge Him or not. But that time soon approaches and will not remain hindered much longer—time bends back upon itself—ponder this, Barbara Rose.
My Peace I give you.
Matthew 11:14—“And if you will receive it, (J) he is Elias that is to come. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
J) [Reference back to the Book of Malachias] “Behold I will send you Elias the prophet, before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord.”
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