March 9, 2001
(Visual): I hear a voice. “Come pray with me ”. It is our Mother. She is in a small room. There are no inner doors in this house. Someone has taken off a cloak and hung it in what looks like a doorway so that She can have Her privacy. The room is very dark with the exception of a beam of light coming through the ceiling material or there is an opening way high on the wall I cannot determine which it is. That’s the only light. The light shines upon the Mother who is on Her knees on a stone floor. There is not much furniture in the room. She just kneels on the floor --- Her hands are in front of Her. Her fingers are kind of locked together in front like She is trying to keep them from shaking. There is no color ---- everything is gray... different shades. It is a sorrowful time. I hear Her.In betweenbetween Her prayers are kind of like muffled sob She falls back on Her knees and sits on Her heels and I see the face, the face of suffering. I want to go ---- just to put my arms around Her. When I look beneath this suffering and this pain ---- there is a beauty I cannot describe there is just indescribable beauty. There is a message to thebeauty.( Our Mother says.......... )
“The beauty My child tries to describe is obedience and love. Out of obedience to the Father, Our Son has been taken away. Out of love for you, little children, He freely went. Comfort My Son during this His time of sorrow by loving His Father who sent Him and by obeying His Father’s Will.”
(Note: I don’t see anything else. I hear people in the next room ---- sounds like mostly women ---- should they go in ---- should they be with Her?--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- no,they decide------ it’s best to leave Her-------- that’s what the Mother wants. Theroom is back. Our Blessed Mother lies prostrate on the floor. She’spraying --- I hear----------- “Most loving Father in heaven, hear the prayers ofyour lowly servant”----- (it fades).