“I am Saint Joan of Arc. Many stories have been written about My life on earth. True, not all was recorded, because at that time there was no one to take immediate notes. The Voices I heard were very difficult to describe, because when I spoke of Them, I could not use the terminology that might have aided others to understand the Type of Reception I was Receiving firsthand.

As we went to war, the men who walked by my side were men of Faith in God. Granted, they too did not understand how I received my Direction, but the logic contained in the Direction is what they used to accept every plan. We fought many battles hand-to-hand, and when the signal was given and the sword was raised, there was no question asked.

As we sat by the fire on the cool nights, we would confer, and those close to me would say, ‘Joan, listen well, for as you lead us, know one thing: we depend upon your Connection to Him for we do not want to go to Hell.’

I was small of stature and many times had great fear, especially for those who walked close to me, for they were my protection. When the time came and we dispersed, we said our good-byes, inside me I had an emptiness, for in my heart I wondered if I would ever see them again.

When the time came and I was accosted by men of great strength who cast me into a cell, treating me as though I were a stick, not a human being, I feared every moment from that day on, those who stood in judgment, making a decision that was one that proved only egotistical jealousy, arrogance, beyond what I can now tell.

The story is true, they forced me to be in a man’s prison. They wanted to prove I was not what I was. I could not sleep, for in this prison they treated me like a rag, mocking me and doing all things that eventually caused me my life. I pleaded with God every moment I could. I would drop with exhaustion because the Hierarchy, in jealousy, in how they treated me, showed hate that was unbelievable to me, for I had done nothing but what I was told to do by the Voices The Father sent to me. I knew no other way.

Some were helpless to help me. More than one was killed in protection of me. It was not my youth they were concerned with. It was the Truth I stood for that they could not handle, because they felt one such as I was, could not or should not have been chosen to have such Voices. When it came time for me to be strapped to a place of utter horror, I called out to God and said: ‘Why would You pick such a weak one? I am so frightened, I will die with fright. I fear I will lose my Soul because of this fear I have inside of me.’

You, too, live in a time wherein the Hierarchy try very hard to ignore This Beautiful Miracle that is in their midst. The little one through whom We All speak is totally aware of their possible deceit, but is also aware of some who, through their jealousy, can be great enemies of such a Thing as This Taking Place.

I wish that All of Us Here in the Heavens could be seen visibly by all of them. This might be the only way that these men of vocation, who lack sound Faith, could fully understand the Importance of This Time in History, the purpose and the sacrifice that is taking place. As We look in on many who are told about This Beautiful Miracle in the world, it is ironic in how some speak in such arrogance, some foul, some bragging that they, too, could stand up to compete. Some say: ‘Ignore It. It will go away.’

I, Saint Joan of Arc say, ‘The Words will never go away, for long after this child has left the human way, All These Words are to be continuously passed out throughout the world, so that mankind will have to eventually be alert to what The Father Wills, and that His Commandments must not just be read, but followed to the letter, according to the Reason for Them, the Purpose of Them, the Fullness in Which They Were Meant.’ So be it.”