“My beloved children, many of you do not quite understand how We Here in the Heavens can command every moment of this child’s time, every moment of her way, every Word that she does say, but I, your Heavenly Mother say, ‘Be aware of the Magnitude in which this child walks each day.’ The Power that surges through her being is Divinely Given, Divinely Guided, and yes, designed totally by Him in a special way. This child who stands so openly and in such a truthful manner is the target for ridicule, yes, despise, envy, hate. She knows this. But through her, you can become a Saint. She is driven on by the Will of The Father. She is driven on by a Power to make the world know what the privilege of the physical life is for.

There are so many men running around with books in their hands, telling the world what they know. They are reading passages, interpreting them wrongly. They are telling others how strong they are, how mighty they feel, how firm they know how God is Real, and yet these men are celebrating their own power. These men are delivering to the world all the things they feel themselves, where this child delivers only God’s World.

I, your Heavenly Mother, hold her so tightly, for if I did not, she would fall to the ground. The Power is that Great. This child allows it to be for you to become a Saint. There are many men present here now who could easily scoff at such Power, and yet their physical is so weak, that to prepare them would be in so many ways, useless, for you see, it takes a will to succumb to the Will of The Father, to accept such burden for The Holy Trinity.

I have spoken out much to men throughout the world. My Visions, many; My Voice always clear, My Message always simple, to the children The Father and I hold dear.

The world must come to this Hill, this Hill of Hope. The world must understand that through this woman, a Man must be seen, heard, followed, honored, revered. When I walked in the physical, He was My Spouse. When I walked in the physical, He fathered The Son that I Immaculately Conceived from The Holy One. He was Special then. He is Special now.

This child fights a battle you cannot know, for you see, she must stand firm on what she knows is special to The Holy Trinity. She must defy men’s thinking. She must see justice above all things. She must not allow any man to interfere with God’s Theme. She must, in every way possible, accept the Power. It is the way God Wills it to be, for it was in the time of My Way as it is today. It is not an Immaculate Conception, but it is a chalice of Truth. It is the Power of Wisdom that surges through her.

Oh, My children, I am your Heavenly Mother and I say to you, ‘If you knew how The Father Wills this Hill to be built, you would dig with your hands. You would sacrifice beyond what man can know sacrifice to be. You would extend every moment of your life for The Holy Trinity.’

The Father has many times thrown this child to the ground with the weight of the cross, with the wound of the shoulder. The Father has many times caused suffering, allowed it to be, for the Souls to be saved from Hell; and all those who doubt, she suffers for. All those who forget to say, ‘God, I love You today,’ she must accept the suffering for.

It has been a public acknowledgement of hers, but I, your Heavenly Mother, say that in the world now, today, men are sinning just to sin. Men are causing disgrace at every whim. Men are not participating in God’s Plan, because you see, they are forgetting the Beauty of The Holy Eucharist and what It means. They are denying the Beads, the Holy Rosary that I love to see, I love to hear, for each time you repeat, ‘Hail Mary, full of Grace’, I smile at you and I say, ‘Oh child, another Soul will come This Way.’ You do not know, you do not see. You are protected from what goes on behind the scenes.

Not a frivolous child is this one with the burden, but one of stability. The lightness she oftentimes shows you, covers the burden, the weight of the cross He placed on her shoulder one day, for The Holy Trinity.

I will explain it to you before I leave, that no man can help her rise to her feet. She knows this; only My Son Who walked with Me. Not one Saint has the privilege of helping her to her feet, nor do you, for you see, when burden comes, pain is given; the child, under the weight of the cross, must bear it in a manner far beyond what man truly knows or feels. You...” (Frances falls.)

“Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, or you will suffer.”