I hope that you will heal all My wounds

 

I hope that you will heal all My wounds

March 26, 1998

A large field covered with very big flowers. They were saturated red color. A little further I saw a Crucifixion. There were even more wounds on the body of Jesus. With each step towards the cross I felt the beating of His heart.

“The day has come child, when My sufferings have grown so much that My body can no longer withstand such terrible torments. From My last wounds and pain the heart stops. My eyes do not see because blood of these many days has filled them. My spiritual body wants to become free of this terrible torment. But My heart stops again, it so believes in your love. I hope that you will heal all My wounds. I want to believe that specifically

your prayers will bring Me the desired rest and the long-awaited resurrection. Today you will see My torment for the last time.”

When Jesus looked at me, I saw in His eyes like in a mirror a giant executioner in black clothing who gave us all swords, to the whole humanity, and everyone took them. I saw our sins: disobedience, slander, gossip… I saw how each of us came up to Jesus and hit Him at the left shoulder so hard that parts of meat and skin flew into different directions and blood flowed in streams. But I also saw people who threw away the swords and brought Jesus relief.

Again, I saw the sins that came from our mouths. Again, the executioner gave out this time big staffs. And people beat Jesus as hard as they could on the head, from which the huge wreath of thorns flew apart in all directions. And the remaining thorns went deep into His head. Even without it the bloody head leaned to the side. All hair and beard were wet from blood. I wanted to find at least one small surviving place on Jesus but could not.

Terrible wounds, beatings, fractures, bleedings filled the whole body of the Lord, turning what was once so beautiful, wonderful into a bloody mess. Watching this was terrible. Especially the severe wounds of the shoulder and head. The torn shoulder was so mutilated that a piece of the collarbone protruded from it. On the head of Jesus hanged many pieces of skin with hair.

Jesus looked at me again, but very sadly. He asked in His thoughts, because he could no longer speak with His mouth: “What do you torture Me like this for? Is sin really such a sweet pleasure? Have you never seen the sufferings of the sick? Do you really love the power of darkness more than Me? When you do so to a green tree, what will happen to a dry one? When you want to destroy the sun, have you never thought that by destroying it you will destroy yourselves too.”

Tears rolled down Jesus’s face, “It is very painful for Me child, but I am crying not from the pain. I am crying for your souls. Because by crucifying a tortured body, you are also crucifying your soul. Did you forget that for every sin comes payback. I am crying because a great punishment is coming. I so want you to be near Me. I do not want you to be a part of it.

Ask God for forgiveness, because I assure you that the time of the great Warning has come. You do not know even a quarter of the whole truth. And when you hear about it, death will come to you immediately from what you will hear. Your body will turn to stone and you mind will stop obeying. Only strong of spirit and loving of heart will be able to endure this.”

I saw the terrible sins of the West, especially Americas. Jesus’s body started to shake a lot, he whispered barely audibly: “Father, into Your hands I give My spirit.” To my feet fell the huge wreath of thorns covered in blood. I looked at the tormented body of the Lord for the last time, it was as if He was sleeping. He did not feel the pain anymore, because the consciousness had left Him.