“There is one here on this night who has requested Me to speak.  I am Saint Francis of Assisi.

I will not be hard on this child for she suffers more than man knows.  I will be short, firm, deliberate, true, and I want each child to know that they must do the Will of The Father, every day.  Ask what He Wills of you.  Ask it through prayer, and then do not deny Him what you feel is there.

There are many sacrilegious things that are occurring right this moment.  The evil one is using weakness, for you see, man was weak in My time also, and yes, he truly tried to reach me.

I gather the child now in a Deeper Power, for if I did not, she could not stand the blows of this given hour.  I am well aware of what suffering is, and sometimes others whom I met looked for other things when I wept.  Sometimes the suffering was so much I would stand before those I lived with and the tears would roll, my body would twist, and I would scream to God, ‘I do not ask for bliss, but do not let it be seen, for I do not want them to be frightened of You, my Holy King.’ As with this child, there was no consolation.

I take her deeper in the Power she knows, she is familiar with.  I treat her gentle on this night for every bone in her body is racked with pain for reparation of the Souls Who should have came.  Many men are trying hard to ignore this child who walks in an innocence, who walks in pain.

And now a Vision comes to her, from no power on her own, no human means, but It says to the world, ‘Pay attention, be aware, know that God is truly Here.’

If, at this moment, I were to place a crown of thorns upon her head, you would cry, you would shudder, you would shout, you would scream out, ‘Let her alone; she is our spiritual mother!’ If you would feel this way about this little being, human in all respects, gentle in every way, I want you now to picture your Heavenly Mother and what suffering is Hers at the sight of the world Her Son suffered for, and The Father created.

Into the child’s Vision now comes The Heavenly Queen, in All Glory, in All Beauty.  It is quite a scene.  The Rays from The Mother cause greater pain in the child, and only her love sustains her all the while.  She will explain to you now what she truly sees with the Eyes of her Soul, that will remain for All Eternity.”

The Rays from Our Lady are like a rainbow:  there’s pinks, yellows, orchids, blue, green, white.  There’s a color I don’t know.  She’s smiling.  I do not know the color.  I don’t know what to call it, and She’s smiling and She says, “Oh, little one, it is the color of martyrdom.” It’s purple mixed with red, and I don’t know what to call it.  But it is not as deep as we might expect.  It’s fused in with all the others.  It doesn’t overshadow the others, but it seems to be a part of every color, perhaps a background or something, I don’t know.

Her Hands are beautiful; She smiles at this.  Her dress is muted from the colors.  She said it’s the Light showing on Her white dress, and then She smiles and She says, “Oh, little one.”

She’s standing on what looks like a pillow.  It is a pillow.  It looks like white satin.  She smiles.  And now it’s taking on the Rays of Her garment which is flowing like no woman’s garment could flow.

“My beloved children, All Heaven knows I appear to this child on this night in a manner such as this.  All Heaven knows how I feel about children who are yet standing in the world and are so much a part of it.  I extend My Arms to everyone and I say, ‘Look at the color that surrounds Me and know that to give the other colors depth, a strong one shone brightly.  The color is the shedding of the blood for The Father’s Will:  the sacrifice, the penance; for, you see, only through this means can children understand the true beauty of loving.’

The Father has given every child all the needs.  The Father has given every child a Soul to return to Him.  The Father has suggested the children obey and children learn and accept modesty.  The Father said, ‘Pray.’ So few children do this; and some, when they do, are so arrogant that they choose to praise another one:  evil, that is.

If this little one that I speak through must suffer so much, imagine the sorrow I feel, for you see, I am in personal touch with every child who is created by The Father.  Sometimes I tug at a child and I shout, ‘Oh, oh, not now, wait awhile,’ and the child is too busy loving self.  The child has not learned the beauty of praying when decision must be made.

There is a beauty to Purgatory, My children, because you see, it is the means, it is the way that children have to become purified to come This Way.

The day is yet to come that this child will have to stand before the Hierarchy as My Son once did, a long time ago.  There will be no pillow of satin under her feet, just firm ground; and remember, she is weak; in the physical, that is, not in her love for The Holy Trinity.

Soon the child must travel as she has been told.  She has begged The Father, ‘Wait, not now,’ and He said, ‘When I decree it to be, you must go.’ Her words, of course, are thus: ‘Thy Will, my God, not mine.’

As you stand, as you sit, as you gather in the group, some of you are so totally dedicated to God you ask for no proof.  But I stood at the foot of the Cross and watched a similar scene, when men were shouting: ‘If You are truly The Son, come down.  I would if I were one.’ He knew that it was only weakness causing them to shout out loud, and much of it was self-love.  Much of it was just trying to be one of the crowd.

But keep in mind, My children, that when you truly stand for God, you stand alone, you stand in truth, you stand fighting for purity.  And, at no moment during the day can you neglect to listen, whether you are at work or play.  There is no greater freedom in the world of man than to be totally subservient to God and His Plan.  The bondage that a child feels is Love, and yet the Magnitude of It is never truly revealed.

It is now as it was a long time ago.  A Light is shining.  I compare, I parallel, two Lights:  the Star of Bethlehem and the beloved Soil God Blessed to save Souls.  No coward will be able to build this Great Hill of Hope.  It will take courage, perseverance, strength, love.  It will take dignity, it will take purpose, it will take humility.  And at no time has The Father promised this child it would be easy.  He has promised her this:  that this Great Hill would be done through great sacrifice, through many obstacles, and some of them would be slimy ones.

As I speak through this child the pain in her body increases, and if she had her way she would leave you; for only when she leaves you, can the pain diminish in any way.  She knows this.

The world has been given an instrument of Love, a Spiritual mother.  I am The Heavenly One.  The world has been given a Victim Soul, a cherished One.  My Son was truly a Victim Soul to open the Way to Heaven.  Through this child Seeds pour, Wisdom flows, Light comes.  Only through total submission of will can it be done.

Learned men will have to understand that What is gathered through her, no book could know.  No human being could put down in words the Love that shows.  Man, with all the words in the world, with all the direction, with all the imagination, could not depict, could not show, could not relate, could not transmit, could not emanate, could not deliver the Wisdom and the Love.

I hold her tightly, and within the Eyes of her Soul, the Light I show her grows brightly into a Golden Glow.  I embrace her with the Light for she will need the Strength of It to go on.  And I say to you, ‘Remember your Soul.’

The desecration in the world going on is unfolding, in every way, satan’s scheme, satan’s way.  Children are allowing themselves to walk into the briar patches and they are too weak to walk away.  Man is playing around with his mind, hopefully to grow so sublime that he will be equal to The Father in many ways.  Oh, children, you are limited.  A wise man truly understands that all men are limited, have only a certain capacity; but the foolish ones say: ‘It’s there to be found.  I would like to do it right away.’ The mischievous ones, the pawns of the evil one, are using every means, at work and play, to rob you of your Soul in every way.

I will begin to release the little one to give her the strength to go.  The pain will increase and perhaps it will even show.  But I say to you on this night: ‘Do not ask for a sign.  It will rob you of the strength, it will not help you grow.  Ask for the Gift of Faith, ask for a growth in It.  Ask for the Hand of God and cling to My Garment, for satan would never come near It.’

I bless you with a Mother’s Love.  I bless you with The Heart of My Son, but most of all, I bless you with The Giver of Life, with The Creator of All, The Heavenly Father, The Holy One.  With the Wisdom I have taught, I continuously bless you with the Light of The Third One, perhaps a Blessing different than you know, but a Blessing from which you will surely grow.  So be it.”