The Voice of One Crying in The Wilderness

 

The Voice of  One Crying in The Wilderness

August 3, 2015

 

       Today we will talk about those who can be called “the voice of  one crying in the wilderness”. People, whose lives are similar to the life of John the Baptizer. Those are people through whom the Lord speaks, but whose words are left unheard, because the humanity is deaf, blind, thirsty, lost in the wilderness of sin.

        The voice of John was a cool wind, a sip of fresh water, which lacked so much at that time.

The Seventh Day

Jesus prayed...

       My dear, I love you, I love you so much, I love all of you so much. If you knew, how much I watch over your souls, how much I grieve over your downfalls, that separate you from eternal happiness, from truth which no one wants to see or hear.

       Because this world, this humanity – do not know what that is. They are born from sin, to live for sin. Deceiving all their life with false Gods, beliefs, teachings, and truths. Forgetting about truth, this is hiding in their hearts. About peace, this is so distant and forgotten by every inhabitant of this so dear to Me Planet.

       My faithful warriors and those who see the truth: those who carry peace and love in their soul, and those who did not forget the name of the true God. Wake up, take double-edged swords of truth into your hands and embark on the last journey, to show the way to many and illuminate the darkness of their souls. My dears, wisdom and insight are not possible without keeping the law of SATURDAY.

        For so long, satan has been carefully uprooting this priceless gift of Heaven, that darkness filled the whole Earth. Because even that tiny fraction of humanity that honors Saturday cannot always keep the light in their souls.

        Darling, what is light? Light is the purity of your desires, thoughts, words, deeds. It is the desire to do well and to forgive. It is the ability to stop, to enlighten the darkness of your soul. When you see what you are becoming when committing lawlessness. You are afraid to transgress human law, but with such ease and pride you transgress the law of Heavenly Father.

        Having such clean souls, you turn into soulless machines of lawlessness. Everyone who opposes the law of Saturday is in darkness, perceiving ghostly and stingy rays of the moon, for hot and blinding rays of the sun. Saturday begins not with a light up candle and not with the setting of the sun, not with a well-prepared dinner and not with a Saturday table. It begins with the Letter of knowing the Law.

         Ester, you know that you cannot eat poisonous berries because you will die. In the same way, without keeping the law of Saturday, comes spiritual death. Soul must be nourished with the light of God. The light, which Heavenly Father gifts when visiting every soul that awaits Him. On the day which He has chosen to meet with you. Every Saturday is not your dinner, but the Great Banquet of the Lord, to which He invites everyone. First those, who consider themselves true believers: priests, Pharisees, spiritual mentors, and then all sick, traveling, and lame.

         Everyone who carries life-giving spirit. And how do you come to the Lords Supper? With what heart, what deeds, hands, thoughts? Think and remember all Saturdays of your life, how many of them did you spend with God. How many favors did you lose because you did not want to receive them.

         Gird yourself with a girdle of fasting, spiritual fasting. Work diligently for six days, to give the seventh to your Father and spend it together with Him in bodily and spiritual purity, in fasting and prayer, so that the light gifted by the Lord illuminates every corner of your soul, banishing all darkness that resides in your essence, and your light will become like noon. Peace be with you!

Preface

 

Preface

July 17, 2012

 

       - I, the Lord chose you to bring hope, faith, and healing love into this world, which you have so much of. Why do I not require proof of love? Because love does not need proof. It is without use, it cannot be weighted or measured. It fills everything that can be filled. It is like a thief that can penetrate anywhere without keys, passing all doors and locks. It never ends, it can increase, multiply, grow, heal, enlighten, warm. I lastly, it does not die – it is the greatest and the most priceless gift of eternity…

Where are My humble lambs?

 

Where are My humble lambs?

October 9, 2005

 

       Jesus prayed: “My dear, the time has come when I can turn to My little warriors. Time, when My heart will cry out – love, I love you all so much. Time, when I will beg about repentance.

       Sin has filled human souls and bodies so much. So unnoticeably it makes its way onto the throne of Spirit, for later, when the time comes to rule weak body for the glory of the devil. My faithful little warriors return to your herd. You are not alone, you have a Shepherd who will lay down his life for each of you.

       My favorite, why so few words of love come from your mouths? Why so many complaints, envy, arrogance? Where are My humble lambs?

       Today I hug everyone. Today I forgive everyone what has so long hardened in the soul. Today I light the oil lamp of love and invite to the wedding feast.

       Time unmercifully flies into the abyss, nearing the defenseless humanity closer to its setting. And We, looking at this – pray and cry for your such dear souls. Raise from the captivity of sin. Take up a sword of faith and patience to be a beacon for many travelers.

       Chosen, why are you forgetting your God? Why has fear and doubt set in your souls? Why do I read despair in your eyes? I am with you, I am close. Why do you not love? The Lord hardens everyone so that in the future your souls can withstand all the thunder and lightning.

 

       Love you, I love you all so much!”

I, Mother of Heaven, and your Mother, love you, I love you all so much

I, Mother of Heaven, and your Mother, love you, I love you all so much

January 14, 2005

 

       Mary prayed near a chapel.

       - I, Mother of Heaven, and your Mother, love you, I love you all so much. Why do you turn to me so little? Why do I hear so few words of love? Why do your hearts forget about the Immaculate Heart of the Queen of the Universe? As I am so waiting to hear your simple words of love. I am so waiting for you in places of My appearances. If only you knew how many favors you lose, how many unfulfilled dreams you leave in places of miracles.

       My dear, the time has come for peace and calmness of your souls. Do not forget about Us. I want to be nearby not only at the moments of sadness, but at the moments of great joy too. I love you all. I will wait for each of you in the world of Heaven, to hug and bring to My motherly heart such dear and close to me souls. I love you, I love you all so much! May My Omophorion protect you at all sharp and dangerous turns of your earthly roads.