Message to Louise Nov. 20,2007

HYPERCRITICAL!
Message via L., V+J
November 20, 2007- - -12:50 P.M.

L. began to receive a message from God and said, "Jesus, please cover me with
Your Most Precious Blood."
Then your God and Father spoke, " The holiday season, as you call it, is upon
you. It begins this Thursday with Thanksgiving.

The majority of you will celebrate by over eating, over drinking, watching
parades and football. So very few of My people will begin the day with Holy
Mass. Even fewer will say a prayer of gratitude before eating.

It is no longer a day of thanks to God, your Father, for all the gifts I
have showered on you. Instead, it is a day of gluttony and sports. I AM NOT
remembered!

If you do not sincerely thank Me I WILL take all blessings from you. Only
then will you realize what abundance you HAD.

This holiday season, this holy season, will never be forgotten! Much will
begin. Much willl occur. As you do unto Me so I will do unto you. I give you
My word on it!

Over eating and over drinking IS GLUTTONY and GLUTTONY IS A SIN!!! You will
shop and go into debt but what will you give to Me, your God and what will you
bring to the Manger to give to your Baby Savior, Jesus- - - My ONLY Son?
Ignore Us and We will leave you alone, not to know who you are.

Begin Thursday, Thanksgiving to give thanks to your Triune God for all you
have and continue each day of your life OR I will soon withdraw My Hour of
Mercy- - -gifts will be NO MORE!

This IS THE HOUR to return to Me! Amen, I HAVE spoken!!!"

Note:mk
Remember everything is always conditional depending upon our prayers. God
sometimes changes His mind because of our prayers for our situations. Remember
gratitude is the key to His Heart. We must praise even when we are suffering!
(and especially then)

Medjugorje Day By Day Nov 22 - CONTINUE TO GROW
 
Jesus Christ the King:
"Has the tender love of a father or the liberality of a king toward its subjects ever reached as far as the love of Jesus Christ in the Blessed Sacrament?" (St. John Vianney).
 
"How I hate this folly of not believing in the Eucharist, etc.!  If the
gospel be true, if Jesus Christ be God, what difficulty is there?" (Pascal).
 
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Two elderly, excited Southern women were sitting together in the front pew of church listening to a fiery preacher.

When this preacher condemned the sin of stealing, these two ladies cried out at the tops of their lungs, "AMEN, BROTHER!"

When the preacher condemned the sin of lust, they yelled again, "PREACH IT, REVEREND!"

And when the preacher condemned the sin of lying, they jumped to their feet and screamed, "RIGHT ON, BROTHER! TELL IT LIKE IT IS... AMEN!"

But when the preacher condemned the sin of gossip, the two got very quiet.

One turned to the other and said, "He's quit preaching and now he's meddlin'."
 
Pope John Paul II -

Mons. Maurillo Kreiger, former bishop of Florianopolis (Brazil), visited Medjugorje four times. His first visit was in 1986. He writes as follows:
In 1988, I was with eight other bishops and thirty three priests on spiritual retreat in the Vatican. The Holy Father knew that many of us were going to Medjugorje afterwards. After a private mass with the Pope, before leaving Rome, he said, without having been asked anything, "Pray for me in Medjugorje". On another occasion, I told the Pope "I am going to Medjugorje for the fourth time". He concentrated his thoughts and said, "Medjugorje, Medjugorje, it's the spiritual heart of the world". On the same day I spoke with other Brazilian bishops and the Pope at lunch time and I asked him: Your holiness, can I tell the visionaries that you send your blessing?" He answered: "Yes yes", and embraced me. http://www.medjugorje.org/pope.htm

Mother Teresa -  

We are all called to be saints.
We all have been created in the image of God to love and to be loved.
 
Meditations by Padre Pio -

 Place all your worries in God alone, because He has the greatest care of you, and those three angelic children with whom he has blessed you. By their conduct, these children will be a consolation to you during your lifetime. Take care, not so much of their scientific as of their moral education. And you should take this very seriously, and guard it as the pupil of your eye. As you educate their mind with good studies, assure the education of their hearts, along with that of our holy religion; one without the other causes a mortal wound to the human heart.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen -
Himself to death in order to save others."

Those who trust in God will avoid the venom of the serpent

"The unfortunate characteristics of our day is that propaganda has taken the place of personal influence. Politics has become so primary in modern life, that the masses are more moved by promises than by fulfillments."
 
St. Faustina's diary  http://www.marian.org/directory_flash.html

 -Today, as God's Majesty swept over me, my soul understood that the Lord, so very great though He is, delights in humble souls. The more a soul humbles itself, the greater the kindness with which the Lord approaches it. Uniting himself closely with it, He raises it to His very throne. Happy is the soul whom the Lord himself defends. I have come to know that only love is of any value; love is greatness; nothing, no works, can compare with a single act of pure love of God.       (1092)
 
 
Dailys - http://www.catholic-forum.com/e-pistle.html -

Quote of the Day Pride makes us forgetful of our eternal interests. It causes us to neglect totally the care of our soul. -St. John Baptist de la Salle

Today's Tidbit St. Cecilia is the first of four virgin martyrs whose obligatory memorials throughout the dark of the winter season serve as lights for the faithful to follow. The others are St. Lucy, St. Agnes and St. Agatha
 
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Nov 22 - CONTINUE TO GROW

The following was given to the young Locutionists for their prayer group:

Each member of the group is like a flower; and if someone tries to crush you, you will grow and continue to grow even more. If someone puts you down even a little, you will recover. And if someone pulls a petal, you will continue to grow as though you were complete (Locutionists Jelena & Mirijana June 21, 1984).

And from Paul's letter to the Galatians:

So let us not grow weary in doing what is right, for we will reap at harvest time, if we do not give up (Gal 6:9).

Reflection:

Sometimes we are lamps without light, extinguished, but with possibilities not realized. Well, I have come to light a flame in your hearts, should the disappointments you have suffered, the expectations that have not come true, have put it out. I want to say to each of you that you have capacities, often unsuspected, sometimes made even greater and more vigorous by hard experience.

These words of hope form Pope John Paul II speak of a great truth that hope , far from being some vague, ethereal virtue, is instead a product of practical, learned experience.

Experience is not just the best teacher; it is the only teacher. As we look back at our trials and hardships, we realize that, rather than being tragic and destructive, our difficulties have given us endurance, resilience, and patience. This is the direct outcome of going through trials. This is where hope comes from. This is where God sheds his love right where we always need him the most. It is why we have "unsuspected capacities," as the Holy Father says, why we have hope.

Application:

Today the Mother of God gives us a message of profound hope: in times of trial or suffering, we will not be crushed, but will recover even stronger "and continue to grow more and more." Today, give over to her any present difficulties, trusting in her help.

. JOHN BOSCO'S DREAM (VISION) OF HELL - Part 1 of 3

The Holy Saint John Bosco had a Prophetic Vision of Hell in 1868 A.D. (*which is
recorded in its entirety below)

Many of the dreams of St. John Bosco could more properly be called visions, for
God used this means to reveal His will for the Saint and for the boys of the
Oratory, as well as the future of the Salesian Congregation. Not only did his
dreams lead and direct the Saint, they also gave him wisdom and guidance by
which he was able to help and guide others upon their ways. He was just nine
years of age when he had his first dream that laid out his life mission. It was
this dream that impressed Pope Pius IX so much that he ordered St. John Bosco to
write down his dreams for the encouragement of his Congregation and the rest of
us. Through dreams God allowed him to know the future of each of the boys of his
Oratory. Through dreams God let him know the boys' state of their souls. On
February 1, 1865 St. John Bosco announced that one of the boys will die soon. He
knew the boy through the dream the night before. On March 16, 1865, Anthony
Ferraris passed away after receiving the Last Sacraments. John Bisio, who helped
Anthony and his mother during the former's last hour, confirmed the story of his
part in this episode by a formal oath, concluding as follows: "Don Bosco told us
many other dreams concerning Oratory boys' deaths. We believed them to be true
prophecies. We still do, because unfailingly they came true. During the seven
years I lived at the Oratory, not a boy died without Don Bosco predicting his
death. We were also convinced that whoever died there under his care and
assistance surely went to heaven."

*The Road to Hell

(Prophetic Dream of St. John Bosco 1868 A.D.)
On Sunday night, May 3 [1868], the feast of Saint Joseph's patronage, Don Bosco
resumed the narration of his dreams:

I have another dream to tell you, a sort of aftermath of those I told you last
Thursday and Friday which totally exhausted me. Call them dreams or whatever you
like. Always, as you know, on the night of April 17 a frightful toad seemed bent
on devouring me. When it finally vanished, a voice said to me: "Why don't you
tell them?" I turned in that direction and saw a distinguished person standing
by my bed. Feeling guilty about my silence, I asked: "What should I tell my
boys?"

"What you have seen and heard in your last dreams and what you have wanted to
know and shall have revealed to you tomorrow night!" He then vanished.

I spent the whole next day worrying about the miserable night in store for me,
and when evening came, loath to go to bed, I sat at my desk browsing through
books until midnight. The mere thought of having more nightmares thoroughly
scare me. However, with great effort, I finally went to bed.

"Get up and follow me!" he said.

"For Heaven's sake," I protested, "leave me alone. I am exhausted! I've been
tormented by a toothache for several days now and need rest. Besides, nightmares
have completely worn me out." I said this because this man's apparition always
means trouble, fatigue, and terror for me.

"Get up," he repeated. "You have no time to lose."

I complied and followed him. "Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Never mind. You'll see." He led me to a vast, boundless plain, veritably a
lifeless desert, with not a soul in sight or a tree or brook. Yellowed, dried-up
vegetation added to the desolation I had no idea where I was or what was I to
do. For a moment I even lost sight of my guide and feared that I was lost,
utterly alone. Father Rua, Father Francesia, nowhere to be seen. When I finally
saw my friend coming toward me, I sighed in relief.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Come with me and you will find out!"

"All right. I'll go with you."

He led the way and I followed in silence, but after a long, dismal trudge, I
began worrying whether I would ever be able to cross that vast expanse, what
with my toothache and swollen legs. Suddenly I saw a road ahead.

"Where to now?" I asked my guide.

"This way," he replied.

We took the road. It was beautiful, wide, and neatly paved. "The way of sinners
is made plain with stones, and in their end is hell, and darkness, and pains. "
(Ecclesiasticus 21: 11, stones: broad and easy.) Both sides were lined with
magnificent verdant hedges dotted with gorgeous flowers. Roses, especially,
peeped everywhere through the leaves. At first glance, the road was level and
comfortable, and so I ventured upon it without the least suspicion, but soon I
noticed that it insensibly kept sloping downward. Though it did not look steep
at all, I found myself moving so swiftly that I felt I was effortlessly gliding
through the air. Really, I was gliding and hardly using my feet. Then the
thought struck me that the return trip would be very long and arduous.

"How shall we get back to the Oratory?" I asked worriedly.

"Do not worry," he answered. "The Almighty wants you to go. He who leads you on
will also know how to lead you back."

The road is sloping downward. As we were continuing on our way, flanked by banks
of roses and other flowers, I became aware that the Oratory boys and very many
others whom I did not know were following me. Somehow I found myself in their
midst. As I was looking at them, I noticed now one, now another fall to the
ground and instantly be dragged by an unseen force toward a frightful drop,
distantly visible, which sloped into a furnace. "What makes these boys fall?" I
asked my companion. "The proud have hidden a net for me. And they have stretched
out cords for a snare: they have laid for me a stumbling-block by the wayside."
(Psalms 139: 6)

"Take a closer look," he replied.

I did. Traps were everywhere, some close to the ground, others at eye level, but
all well concealed. Unaware of their danger, many boys got caught, and they
tripped, they would sprawl to the ground, legs in the air. Then, when they
managed to get back on their feet, they would run headlong down the road toward
the abyss. Some got trapped by the head, others by the neck, hand, arms, legs,
or sides, and were pulled down instantly. The ground traps, fine as spiders'
webs and hardly visible, seemed very flimsy and harmless; yet, to my surprise,
every boy they snared fell to the ground.

Noticing my astonishment, the guide remarked, "Do you know what this is?"

"Just some filmy fiber," I answered.

"A mere nothing," he said, "just plain human respect.",

Seeing that many boys were being caught in those straps. I asked, "Why do so
many get caught? Who pulls them down?"

"Go nearer and you will see!" he told me.

I followed his advice but saw nothing peculiar.

"Look closer," he insisted.

I picked up one of the traps and tugged. I immediately felt some resistance. I
pulled harder, only to feel that, instead of drawing the thread closer, I was
being pulled down myself. I did not resist and soon found myself at the mouth of
a frightful cave. I halted, unwilling to venture into that deep cavern, and
again started pulling the thread toward me. It gave a little, but only through
great effort on my part. I kept tugging, and after a long while a huge, hideous
monster emerged, clutching a rope to which all those traps were tied together.
He was the one who instantly dragged down anyone who got caught in them. It
won't do to match my strength with his, I said to myself. I'll certainly lose.
I'd better fight him with the Sign of the Cross and with short invocations.

Then I went back to my guide. "Now you know who he is," he said to me.

"I surely do! It is the devil himself!"

Carefully examining many of the traps, I saw that each bore an inscription:
Pride, Disobedience, Envy, Sixth Commandment, Theft, Gluttony, Sloth, Anger and
so on. Stepping back a bit to see which ones trapped the greater number of boys,
I discovered that the most dangerous were those of impurity, disobedience, and
pride. In fact, these three were linked to together. Many other traps also did
great harm, but not as much as the first two. Still watching, I noticed many
boys running faster than others. "Why such haste?" I asked.

"Because they are dragged by the snare of human respect."

Looking even more closely, I spotted knives among the traps. A providential hand
had put them there for cutting oneself free. The bigger ones, symbolizing
meditation, were for use against the trap of pride; others, not quite as big,
symbolized spiritual reading well made. There were also two swords representing
devotion to the Blessed Sacrament, especially through frequent Holy Communion,
and to the Blessed Virgin. There was also a hammer symbolizing confession, and
other knives signifying devotion to Saint Joseph, to Saint Aloysius, and to
other Saints. By these means quite a few boys were able to free themselves or
evade capture.

Indeed I saw some lads walking safely through all those traps, either by good
timing before the trap sprung on them or by making it slip off them if they got
caught.

When my guide was satisfied that I had observed everything, he made me continue
along that rose-hedged road, but the farther we went the scarcer the roses
became. Long thorns began to show up, and soon the roses were no more. The
hedges became sun-scorched, leafless, and thorn-studded. Withered branches torn
from the bushes lay criss-crossed along the roadbed, littering it with thorns
and making it impassable. We had come now to a gulch whose steep sides hid what
lay beyond. The road, still sloping downward, was becoming ever more horrid,
rutted, guttered, and bristling with rocks and boulders. I lost track of all my
boys, most of whom had left this treacherous road for other paths.

I kept going, but the farther I advanced, the more arduous and steep became the
descent, so that I tumbled and fell several times, lying prostrate until I could
catch my breath. Now and then my guide supported me or helped me to rise. At
every step my joints seemed to give way, and I thought my shinbones would snap.
Panting, I said to my guide, "My good fellow, my legs won't carry me another
step. I just can't go any farther." He did not answer but continued walking.
Taking heart, I followed until, seeing me soaked in perspiration and thoroughly
exhausted, he led me to a little clearing alongside the road. I sat down, took a
deep breath, and felt a little better. From my resting place, the road I had
already traveled looked very steep, jagged, and strewn with loose stones, but
what lay ahead seemed so much worse that I closed my eyes in horror.

"Let's go back," I pleaded. "If we go any farther, how shall we ever get back to
the Oratory? I will never make it up this slope."

"Now that we have come so far, do you want me to leave you here?" my guide
sternly asked.

At this threat, I wailed, "How can I survive without your help?"

"Then follow me."