“My beloved children, I am Saint Joseph. I will appear to this child in a moment. I will appear as I want her to describe Me, for each of you to remember for all your physical life.”

VISION OF SAINT JOSEPH
AND OUR HEAVENLY MOTHER

I have never seen Him like this. He’s about this big. He has a little brown, what you and I would call a dress. And He has a sack and He’s running; and He’s smiling and He’s looking up at the sky and He’s talking to God. These are the words He’s saying: “Oh, Father in the Heavens, I know that You are there. I see You, for I see the ground and I see the sky; I see the trees, I see other men who look at Me. Oh, God, do help Me understand what You Will for Me. I love You. Let it be.”

Oh, my God! Now He’s running, but as He runs, He seems to be growing. He’s about sixteen now, not that little boy anymore. He’s standing in the temple. It’s the time of the choosing; it’s the time of acceptance, and He has no idea of what He has been chosen for. And yet within Him — it’s as if I’m walking inside of Him — and He says, He’s still saying, “Thy Will, God.”

He’s got the enthusiasm of His age, and yet there’s the stability within Him. And He’s got a fear of being able to stand up to this Choosing that He has no idea, the Ultimate It is for. Oh my!

Now He’s leaving the temple, determined to do His best. It’s as if He’s going to conquer another world, and yet He does not know that the world He will help to conquer is for every Soul who is born to the world. He says, “So many children have thought about My life but they have never truly seen Me as I was.”

And now He’s walking next to Mary, and She’s on an animal, a donkey; and They’re speaking back and forth: “Joseph, I know You are tired, shall We rest?” “No, Mary, before dusk We must reach a point that is best.” She rides along, continuing to worry about This Man Who has walked the whole way. But His first concern, while She is with This Child, is to find a place more comfortable. Now soon, He will say His own words: “The animal must rest. It will be good for him here.” And He takes Her off the animal, and as He does, the gentleness, the firmness, the security He is, makes Her know She is safe with This Treasured Son.

Mary does not tell Him, but the weariness She feels is one, and yet the Glow upon Her Face is a Beauty to behold, for the flesh of Her Skin seems to radiate a light. It’s not white, it’s as a pink.

And They discuss repast time and They partake, but first the animal is fed. And Joseph hands to Mary a piece of Their kind of bread, not the type you and I know to be. Oh my, such a small amount for Each of Them. They went to a long thing and there’s the liquid in this. Oh! He says to Her: “Mary, I feel the world will know about this time, about the significance of bread and wine. What it is I cannot say, but I know that repast such as this will be given one day.” She agrees, not in a dutiful way, but in a loving way.

SAINT JOSEPH

“And little did I know that the bread and the wine would be one day given to mankind, bearing God Himself all the time. I give a Light through this child and around her, for as you were given Light today for the Soul, the Light of the physical surrounds you. So be it.”