We Have Much Work to Do before The Warning

I was looking at an image of the Blessed Virgin Mary and asked her, 

“What do you want me to do?” 

She responded: “Love everyone, despise no one.”

I said, “But dear Lady, there are people to despise! They’ve done evil things!” 

“Were they to be exposed to the great Light of my Son, the darkness which hounds them day and night would flee. Be this Light! There is nothing to fear in this world.” 

Then I started talking to her about something that happened at an event that was upsetting to me. 

“Just shine where you are. Do not worry or complain about the perspective of others.” 

“Mother, it hurts my heart.” 

“I know. But if you come under my mantle, I will supply the graces needed for your heart wound. Have I not told you you are under my care?” 

“You have. It’s just, it felt like an arrow of shame and disappointment.”

“Ah, this is where you removed yourself from my care and went out on your own thoughts, your own worries, and concerns. Grumbling!” 

The Sting Becomes an Offering 

I told the Blessed Virgin, “But I want the sting to be gone. It’s so painful.” 

We [She and Jesus] can use the sting, when converted, as an offering, a holocaust. And you can be pruned from grumbling, complaining, and worry as you revisit what it means to be purified and sanctified, as you return to love more frequently than you have in the past. These benefits you will see later. It is just as important that you do not see them now.

“Why?”

Because in this way, fruitfulness coming from the vine, my Son, will purify you for sainthood. So do not count the damage done to your ego, but the heavenly orchestration for what it takes and what it means to become holy. It is enough to know I love you.

But, she said sadly, you act as if it is not enough. Light will shine on this ignorance of yours that you may grow. Yes, you will be misunderstood, but we, my Son and I, were also misunderstood. Do what we did: remain humble, count on the providence of heaven, rely on the next thoughts of wisdom, the next move through the Holy Spirit. Count on abundant fruit, not by your doing, but ours. Cherish the time you have left, giving all glory to God. Mercy will reign. 

At that moment, I was confused because I’d also had a vision where I was shown that the time of mercy has ended and a time of justice has begun. So I asked her,

“I thought the time of mercy has ended and the time of justice has begun?” 

It is true. But it is also true that He, Who is all, comes with all of Himself! In this way, mercy will reign. As chaos rises, be anchored into the sea of peace. Inform them how near they are to us, for they are so very near. 

She asked me if I remembered a message I had received many years ago about the fish and the sponge. I told her I did remember. This was the message I had received at that time when I asked Jesus how close I am to Him, and He said,

As a sponge is in the sea and the sea is in the sponge, so it is with you and Me. 

My Love is Painful

I remembered a very holy priest inviting us to love with Mary’s love. Wanting to do the right thing, I said,

“Mother, I want to love with your love.”

My love is painful, rigorous, full of duty, always giving glory, always praying in supplication, always detaching from worthless things, always gazing, always interceding, always calling out to my children. 

We have much work to do before the warning. 

I was shocked by her statement and said, “What, Mother?” 

Awaken and quicken the hearts of mankind. Turn them from their constant affliction. How they grumble. How they fight. How they grit their teeth in greed, sowing disharmonies even among settings called holy. 

Holy temples, churches, and shrines are marred by the echoes of men who see nothing, but claim they see everything. Open their eyes, my dear child. We will continue to use you to love on souls, that their eyes and ears may be opened to truth that will set the captives free. They feel abandoned and lost, but they are not, and they would know this were they to take all that We have offered them. There is an outpouring of graces like never before.