In observance of Lent this season, we felt a calling to repost this message that was audibly given and recorded at Mary's Knoll on March 16, 2001
(Visual - as received by Pat) I’ve been here before ---- some type of a building ---- it’s still dark and I’m standing in front of a large door. The door is opening (I don’t want to go in........... I don’t want to go in). There is a light ....it’s warm ... it’s OK now............. it’s my Guardian Angel. We’re going through the door. There is a large area facing the doorway as we enter. It is perhaps a meeting
room or living area..... it ’s just different from what I am used to .... there is a hallway just inside the door which runs both left and right with the large open room just beyond the walkway ....directly in front of the open door. There are men ....... looks like they are resting ... they are jeering “so He’s a king”.......... so He’s a king” that’s what I hear them saying. My Angel leads me down the corridor to the left. It’s dark but there are torches/candles along the wall to provide some light. I’m not certain where I’m going or what’s beyond the wall. I’m holding on to the wall it’s wet like it was Before ...... it’s damp wet ... not from rain .... and now I know where this is going, but it’s ok this time. I’m going down this narrow passage..... I’m trying to go, but I need help......... There is a small hand being held out to me. It’s the hand of our Mother. She’s going to take me this time. We’re walking but I’m still holding to the wall. She has my hand. We’re coming to rooms, sort of like rooms which are all blocked off. There is one ...... and ...we’re stopping. There is just an opening that you can see through, but I can’t quite see. It’s dark....... there is a bench (looks like a stump of wood resembling a stool) and I am told to take this. So I pull it over and I am standing, but I can’t see ..... then .......... there is..... Oh (long sigh)......... there is a light and I see Jesus. The light shines on Him.. ..just barely........ very dim..... and He’s been so badly mistreated. They have His hands bound way up above His head and His body is stretching as far as He can. They've got this piece of wood under His feet and His toes can barely touch it for support. He ’s so uncomfortable. He’s so much in pain .... and there is a stench........ an awful stench...... They have done awful things ...awful things. Oh Jesus ......... I’ve done this.... I’m so sorry. “Tears, My child......... what shall you do with these tears? Add them to the multitude of tears My Mother has shed for all of mankind. You little one can only see the external .......... the swollen battered features.... the gaping wounds and, yes, you can even smell the odor of excrement to defile the flesh. But, I have allowed this journey to draw you from the external into spiritual reality. The swollen disfigured features........... the gaping wounds are the afflictions (sins) of the soul. The odor is the decay of pride and self-righteousness which have attacked the soul. My children, My precious children, I am the Physician that has come to heal the wounds with the balm of My love. Children, Oh children, I can heal the wounds of your soul if you but trust Me and come to Me. Come to Me through the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Do not delay, as many do, in seeing The Physician for this disease is terminal. Time swiftly passes through the hour glass of life. Hurry, My children, hurry.”
(Commentary: Through sorrow, pain and suffering........... love must come before all. We cannot survive unless we love).
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