“The Saints, when They walked the earth — Saint Catherine of Siena, Saint Teresa of Avila, Saint Therese of Lisieux, and of course, Saint Alphonsus Liguori, Saint Athanasius, Saint Bartholomew — had a specific job. They never considered themselves Saints. They couldn’t, because they weren’t Saints, and they recognized very readily how difficult it was for them to ever be a Saint, because when God hands the knowledge, the wisdom, the power of discernment, the tasks, that are necessary for particular jobs, the chosen person sees the responsibility so great that it blots out any self-ambition or self-concern. It is constantly in the realm of: ‘What next, God? What must I do next? I know the child is wrong. How do You want it handled?’ Very difficult, because children are very willful and they try you, and you know that your responsibility to God is so great that the right action is so necessary, that you do the right thing, whether the child thinks it’s right or wrong; but you act for the good of the child’s Soul.

I sat with someone a few nights ago, and I saw the Soul of the individual screaming, and I heard the physical saying one thing and I heard the Soul saying another thing. And I have never felt so helpless in my life as I did, because, no matter what words came out of me, no matter how logical they were, the part that was agreeing with me was the Soul of the individual. But the hurts and the upset, and of course, the naive way, the lack of maturity was screaming for solutions, and the Soul was screaming, ‘Don’t give up; I want it another way.’

Now, I actually heard the Soul. I stood in total, I would say, awe. I felt lost. I wanted to run for my life because the responsibility of everything I said I would have to account to God for. And I could call on no one to separate the physical from the Soul for five seconds so the physical could shape up for the good of the Soul.

I have carried the memory of this with me, and if I think about it, it’s almost as if I can hardly stand to remember what happened between us. At first I thought, ‘It cannot be, I cannot be seeing what I’m seeing,’ and the longer I talked, the more I realized.

People say, ‘There’s something inside of me screaming to get out.’ I wonder if these same people could recognize their own Soul being trapped in this cell that is doing everything against God’s Will. There’s a good chance that it is the Soul screaming. The next time it happens, I hope you will stop and pray, because I found myself that night not even listening anymore to what was being said by either the Soul or the person. I was screaming to God to step in and take over, and don’t let me alone at such a terrible time when a Soul was fighting so hard to be heard. This morning about six o’clock, I went through it all again, and it was terrible.

If a man was standing on a corner and he was screaming, ‘Save me,’ you would do everything you could to find out if you could help him. But if his Soul was screaming, ‘Save Me,’ what would you do, especially if the man did not recognize Who was screaming, but you did? Tonight, there is not just one Soul in this room screaming; it is every Soul of every human being here, screaming for God’s Will to be done.

If I could hear your Soul, how would I tell you what to do? Would you change?

It is a very, very Important Lesson, and I, Saint John Vianney, was present with this instrument at this very difficult time. When an instrument of The Father shouts, Many Saints run forward to hear the scream. Sometimes They are not heard nor seen by the instrument, but the devastation at these times is worse than total personal abandonment by God, for there is a great responsibility to God for the sound, for the request of a Soul harbored in a cell of flesh.

I spoke many times to many people. I warned them of their Soul, about their Soul, and the necessity for them to understand the Purpose of the Soul, and the responsibility of the physical man.

You men have gathered in My Name. I walked the earth, many times in anger, many times in hurt, many times wishing that God would take me from the earth, for I could not bear the sounds of the Souls Who stood in front of me with men.

You have been given so much, My sons. You have been watched over delicately, strongly, intimately, purposefully. The Light of the Heavens has shown upon you. The Truth has been delivered to each of you. You have no excuse to not comply with God’s Demands.

As your heart beats, His beats. As your eyes see, He sees. As your ears hear, He hears. As your mouth speaks, He speaks. As you walk, He travels too. As you depend upon knowledge, He shares His Wisdom with you. As you are example to all men, He is Example to you. As you work, He works. As you pray, He grants you Grace, privileges, and of course, hands to you hope for the future days.

I, Saint John Vianney, send not a Great Light that you can see perhaps, but the Light of the Heavens surrounds you and It instills in you hope for Divine Way. Do not be so stubborn, My sons, that you deny your Soul the Light The Father sends to you for a special day, in a special way, but be prepared, through this Light, to live with The Father for All Eternity.

I bless you and I say, ‘As I was a priest upon the earth, I will bless you in My favorite way: In Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.’”