“Men fear fractures.  Men fear breaks.  Men fear disaster.  Men cry when they are frightened.  Men run when they are frightened.  Men lean on other men when they are frightened.  How many men in the world today feel the need and the desire to lean solely upon God, The Creator of All Things?  Men shout Heavenly Names, Heavenly Words, but how many men in the world truly lean upon, not just in Faith or on Faith, but on the Magnitude of creativity that surrounds them every day of their life?  The count is small; the number, smaller.

I am Saint Alphonsus Liguori.  I speak so often through this child that sometimes I smile Here in the Heavens, for Words pour out and she openly says, ‘Is that You, Saint Alphonsus?’ And, of course, Others Here see the humor in this, but it is good that this child is alert to the fact of the Importance, and also the System of Heaven, and how quick Heaven is to become a Part of worldly means.

I, Saint Alphonsus Liguori, say, ‘The beloved Church, the One The Son instituted, is tottering on a brink of straw:  straw that can burn in a second; straw that, in reality, has no stability; straw that has as its foundation, water.’ Think about this.  The straw is floating on water, and on this straw the future love, the future dignity, the future stability of the Church that Christ, The Son of God instituted, floats along.

I ask you now, ‘How much straw would be needed to support this Church?’ I would say it would have to be evenly distributed.  It would have to be protected against the minerals in the water, for you see, it would disintegrate, it will disintegrate, and this beloved Church will sink to the bottom of the sea.

This child has been put forth upon the earth to re-establish, before full disaster occurs, the stability of This Great Means, Manner of subjection to the Will of The Father, for the good of all mankind.

This child stands in the center, as the core, of a Great City.  I show her the City.  The Lights blind her eyes for Each Light has a Purpose, Each Light has a Meaning.  Each Light says, ‘Come this way, learn more and be fulfilled with commitment to The Father.’ The child’s eyes burn with the Light she sees.

I take her now to a path on which many, many children walk; some, not of their own accord.  They are helped by others so they may see the Lessons along the path, so they may feel a Reason for living, a Purpose to it, and desire to reach the Goal.

Her eyes gaze upon a Child, a Man of thirty-three.  He is in the midst of the crowd.  He appears weak.  His Profile is one she has seen.  She recognizes The Son of The Father.  He is in the midst of the people, walking with them to give them the strength to continue on, to feel the beauty of each thing.

The child sees Him smile at the weaker ones.  She sees Him extend His Hand to help a woman out of a wheelchair.  He brushes against a table-like bed being rolled by a dedicated human being.  He stops, as though reading what is on the plaque, and as He does this He remarks to the man next to Him: ‘Isn’t that beautiful?  That helps Me.’ And the one with whom He speaks agrees it is a good Lesson to follow.  The man looks into His Eyes and does not truly know Whom he sees, but this man’s heart is full of joy suddenly.  He thinks it is merely the Words that have triggered this within him.

The child’s eyes follow this Light.  And now He sits on the bench, awaiting the weary travelers.  A child brushes by, trips over His Foot.  He picks the child up, puts the child on His Knee.  The child asks Him His Name.  He does not answer the child but asks the child his name.  And the child says, ‘My full name is Christopher Aloysius.’ And He says, ‘That is a beautiful name.’ And the child says: ‘Yes.  I was named after Two Great Saints.  Now, what is Your Name?’ And He looks into the child’s face and He says, ‘Most people call Me “Father”.’ And the child says, ‘But I have a father and I call him “Daddy”.’ And the Man says, ‘Well, just call Me “Father”.’

You have touched on one incident that will be.  Oh, My children, can you not see necessity and purpose, need, for all men to come to this City?  for in This Great City men will strive to find peace, men will learn to love their Souls, and men will want to learn more of why they were born and for what reason.

The child’s eyes burn with the Light of the City. The child’s eyes will be in pain for approximately six hours of your time, for you see, a Vision such as This, brought in with the Light It was, is different than the light of your world, and the human body has to reject some, absorb little and adjust to both.  So be it.”