Source of MESSAGES
(Warnings and Alerts Source)
My predilected children, My priests
How much you have offended Me!
How you have mocked what is holy, what is perfect, what is supernatural! You, My predilected and humble son Fr. Goby, you are a flower trampled underfoot by those Priests who are proud, haughty and not very attentive to the graces of the Lord.
Offer, My son, these humiliations for their conversion.
There are so many who are on the path of perdition. They only see the speck in the eyes of others and do not notice the beams in front of them.
The messages you received from Me were few who took advantage of them.
They mocked you and My messages.
How hardened hearts are their hearts! They crucified you as they crucify My Son.
Offer, son, offer all these sufferings for the conversion of all sinners.
Some of the Priests who mocked you and My messages are looking to come out of hibernation, as the deafening noise of the World is waking them up. It is only after many years that they meditate on the messages that I gave to the World through the most humble flower that I found.
They were like São Thomas, first they wanted to see if things would work out and only then did they believe you.
They heard My Voice too late. They only woke up with the groans of My innocent children who succumb in war and are left homeless and starving.
Even so, some still haven’t woken up.
They are so proud, so proud and so master of themselves that everything they see in the world take it as an unreal film.
When do you wake up unbelieving men? Do you want more martyrs?
Get out of that selfishness.
Get out of that conformism.
Get out of this complacency.
You, My Priests, are responsible for much evil that exists in the world.
You allow everything in your Churches.
You do not have an active voice like My Son had when He expelled the money changers from the Temple.
Some of you are real moneychangers.
You sell your wisdom on your favour.
What matters is that they don’t bother you. Everything is fine if they don’t touch you.
For you the teachings of the High Priest are out of date.
Therefore children, these false wisdoms of yours have poisoned the world.
My little sheep did not have the Food of My Son, and little by little they died.
Once again I say to you, great responsibility you have on your shoulders.
Wake up, wake up.
Go in search of the lost sheep.
Give them My Food.
Give them My Comfort.
Give them My Trust.
Give them My Light.
Give them My Grace.
The Spirit of God will accompany you if you are humble and receptive to My teachings.
May your Heavenly Mother and your Jesus bless you.
Eternal Father, Our Lady
(26-09-1992)
I searched for messengers.
I was so distressed in losing you, that I went looking for messengers.
I searched and searched and found them.
They are miserable, but attentive to My call. They love Me and I love them.
They are My instruments that I have used in My end times.
My joys are only these receptive hearts of Mine, that open their hearts to Me.
I have abode in them even with all their imperfections.
They have little and they give Me what I ask.
It is in these souls that I delight. It is in these souls that I rest.
I searched and searched and I found it with great difficulty.
My messengers of the end times, the mission I give you is to wake up those who are asleep.
I want to turn those hardened hearts into fine gold.
I want to see My Light, My Love, My Tenderness shine in them.
I want them, I need them. My anguish is enormous!…
Their separation led Me to the Passion. I suffer, I suffer to see them away from Me.
I am the Lord of the afflicted.
(21-08-1992)
“evangelho”
