Message on July 1, 1996
On June 30, in commemoration of the 11th anniversary of the Blessed Mother’s first weeping tears in Naju, pilgrims from various parts of the world, along with many domestic pilgrims, gathered to pray together. On July 1, at almost 3 a.m., the Precious Blood flowed from the Seven Wounds of Jesus His Five Wounds, His Head crowned with thorns, and His torn Heart. At the same time, light descended from the Wounds.
Then, the Precious Blood of Jesus, which had flowed down, turned white and began to move with the light. The light gradually illuminated the interior of the Chapel. Then, as if a thick fog were spreading, the light passed through the windows and even shone upon everyone outside the Chapel. After the light illuminated all those gathered at the Blessed Mother’s House, the voice of Jesus, filled with dignity, was heard loudly.
JESUS: Receive My light.
At that moment, it seemed as though white Sacred Hosts, enveloped in light, were descending. As I was about to receive Them, a very powerful light radiated from the crucifix, instantly penetrating my head, heart, both hands, both feet, and side. I felt intense pain, as if many needles were piercing through them. I unknowingly screamed out loud and fell to the floor. When my mouth opened from the scream, something entered it.
Those near me shouted, “They are the Hosts!” and gathered around me. The sorrowful expression of the Blessed Mother’s statue changed to one of joyful smiling. Then, I heard the Blessed Mother’s loving, kind and beautiful voice coming from her statue.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: My beloved priests and children! Today is the 11th anniversary of the beginning of my calling you with tears and also the 1st anniversary of the amazing Eucharistic miracle that the Lord, who will save you, personally bestowed upon you with His Precious Blood so that it may become a starting engine for revitalizing your hearts.
The priests and you, whom I have selected, have responded to my call to participate in all these manifestations of love, and thus, are applying the fragrant oil of love to the wounds in the bleeding Immaculate Heart of this Mother, who is suffering pains for the numerous children of the world. In appreciation of your sacrifices and love, my Son Jesus bestowed special grace and love upon you.
He bestowed His light of love upon all of you like a morning dew by opening up His bleeding wounds, so that He is able to wash away all your faults, eradicate your sins, heal your souls and bodies, treat all your wounds, raise up those who have fallen, free those who have been imprisoned, and rescue those who have lost their way and are still wandering, with His Precious blood flowing from His Five Wounds, His Head crowned with thorns, and His burning Sacred Heart.
The light that He has just bestowed upon you… He, transcending place and space, is shining the same light upon all those who are praying with me, no matter where they are in the world, with the hope that they too may be united in the Holy Trinity.
My beloved priests and children! When you remember me and come to me to praise the Lord and honor me, I am comforted while suffering extreme pains in my Immaculate Heart because of the erosions in the Church caused by apostasy, and my tears and tears of blood turn into smiles.
The number of the souls who fall into Satan’s temptations and walk toward their perdition continues to grow. But you have responded with Amen to this Mother’s will to rescue the souls who have lost their way and are wandering by combining and offering up my love and the love and sacrifices of the little souls. Therefore, stay awake and pray as the apostles of my burning Immaculate Heart.
The violent whirlpool of errors is becoming more severe, and heresies, scandals, and bad examples are spreading even in the Church. My most beloved priests should lead them all back to the Lord, but are keeping silence, and the sheep entrusted to their care are being threatened and tempted by the terrifying wolves.
That is why I have asked that the Mass be celebrated here so that many priests and numerous souls may receive special graces. The Heart of my Son Jesus and my Heart are hurting so much, because neither has the Mass been celebrated, nor has the tabernacle been prepared yet.
The Blessed Mother shed tears and continued speaking a while later.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: My Little Soul! Jesus bled from His hands, feet and forehead for three hours. Was that all? When the Roman soldier pierced His body with a sharp spear, Jesus gave you Himself completely, even the little quantity of Blood and Water that was remaining in His body.
With the Blood that Jesus shed and my tears of love, I wish to wash and wipe the Pope, who is the first son of the Church and is suffering pains and groaning, carrying an excessively large and heavy cross, and all those who follow him, so that they may not lose courage but carry their crosses well and climb Mt. Calvary.
Offer up your sufferings totally for the Pope, who is trying to celebrate the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in a holy way, where Jesus offers Himself up as the sacrifice of atonement. If all of you offer up sacrifices and reparations through self-denial so that they may become the heart of the Church which will be born anew through the victory of my burning Immaculate Heart, you will not fall down under the weight of the devil’s cunning scheme.
All of my beloved children in the world! By following this Mother, who lightens your way as the Heavenly Prophetess, do not fall into disappointment and despair, be freed from attachments to yourselves with a special awakening, and thus, be reborn with the supernatural love. Even if you face the terrifying hour of bloody persecution, you will be guarded and protected by the love which was bestowed upon you today, and I, your Mother, will shelter you within my mantle. Therefore, offer yourselves up genuinely and totally, and thus, face a new Resurrection.
Whenever children from all over the world come to my poor house, which is called the bathhouse for souls and the house of salvation, and express their filial love, I will open my Immaculate Heart to them, bestow all my love and graces upon them, comfort, encourage, and nurture them. Now, do not look back but become innocent infants wrapped in swaddling clothes and rely on me completely, following the messages that I have given you. Carry joy, love and peace to your homes and pass on to everyone the encouragement of my presence. Good-bye!
What Happened While Writing the Message:
While writing down the message, I was discussing its contents with a brother. I told him how heartbroken the Blessed Mother was because, despite her requests for the celebration of Mass and the preparation of a tabernacle in the Chapel, these had not yet been fulfilled.
At that very moment, Satan lifted a nearby water pail and struck me on the head with it. He overturned the table, threw away the sheets of paper on which I was writing down the message, and knocked me down, causing me to fall flat on my face. My right hand was severely injured and swollen. How furious Satan must have been at the sight of me writing the message that he resorted to such violent actions to prevent me from using my right hand to write! In the face of Satan’s despicable behavior, we just laughed together.
Message on July 1, 1996
On June 30, in commemoration of the 11th anniversary of the Blessed Mother’s first weeping tears in Naju, pilgrims from various parts of the world, along with many domestic pilgrims, gathered to pray together. On July 1, at almost 3 a.m., the Precious Blood flowed from the Seven Wounds of Jesus His Five Wounds, His Head crowned with thorns, and His torn Heart. At the same time, light descended from the Wounds.
Then, the Precious Blood of Jesus, which had flowed down, turned white and began to move with the light. The light gradually illuminated the interior of the Chapel. Then, as if a thick fog were spreading, the light passed through the windows and even shone upon everyone outside the Chapel. After the light illuminated all those gathered at the Blessed Mother’s House, the voice of Jesus, filled with dignity, was heard loudly.
JESUS: Receive My light.
At that moment, it seemed as though white Sacred Hosts, enveloped in light, were descending. As I was about to receive Them, a very powerful light radiated from the crucifix, instantly penetrating my head, heart, both hands, both feet, and side. I felt intense pain, as if many needles were piercing through them. I unknowingly screamed out loud and fell to the floor. When my mouth opened from the scream, something entered it.
Those near me shouted, “They are the Hosts!” and gathered around me. The sorrowful expression of the Blessed Mother’s statue changed to one of joyful smiling. Then, I heard the Blessed Mother’s loving, kind and beautiful voice coming from her statue.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: My beloved priests and children! Today is the 11th anniversary of the beginning of my calling you with tears and also the 1st anniversary of the amazing Eucharistic miracle that the Lord, who will save you, personally bestowed upon you with His Precious Blood so that it may become a starting engine for revitalizing your hearts.
The priests and you, whom I have selected, have responded to my call to participate in all these manifestations of love, and thus, are applying the fragrant oil of love to the wounds in the bleeding Immaculate Heart of this Mother, who is suffering pains for the numerous children of the world. In appreciation of your sacrifices and love, my Son Jesus bestowed special grace and love upon you.
He bestowed His light of love upon all of you like a morning dew by opening up His bleeding wounds, so that He is able to wash away all your faults, eradicate your sins, heal your souls and bodies, treat all your wounds, raise up those who have fallen, free those who have been imprisoned, and rescue those who have lost their way and are still wandering, with His Precious blood flowing from His Five Wounds, His Head crowned with thorns, and His burning Sacred Heart.
The light that He has just bestowed upon you… He, transcending place and space, is shining the same light upon all those who are praying with me, no matter where they are in the world, with the hope that they too may be united in the Holy Trinity.
My beloved priests and children! When you remember me and come to me to praise the Lord and honor me, I am comforted while suffering extreme pains in my Immaculate Heart because of the erosions in the Church caused by apostasy, and my tears and tears of blood turn into smiles.
The number of the souls who fall into Satan’s temptations and walk toward their perdition continues to grow. But you have responded with Amen to this Mother’s will to rescue the souls who have lost their way and are wandering by combining and offering up my love and the love and sacrifices of the little souls. Therefore, stay awake and pray as the apostles of my burning Immaculate Heart.
The violent whirlpool of errors is becoming more severe, and heresies, scandals, and bad examples are spreading even in the Church. My most beloved priests should lead them all back to the Lord, but are keeping silence, and the sheep entrusted to their care are being threatened and tempted by the terrifying wolves.
That is why I have asked that the Mass be celebrated here so that many priests and numerous souls may receive special graces. The Heart of my Son Jesus and my Heart are hurting so much, because neither has the Mass been celebrated, nor has the tabernacle been prepared yet.
The Blessed Mother shed tears and continued speaking a while later.
THE BLESSED MOTHER: My Little Soul! Jesus bled from His hands, feet and forehead for three hours. Was that all? When the Roman soldier pierced His body with a sharp spear, Jesus gave you Himself completely, even the little quantity of Blood and Water that was remaining in His body.
With the Blood that Jesus shed and my tears of love, I wish to wash and wipe the Pope, who is the first son of the Church and is suffering pains and groaning, carrying an excessively large and heavy cross, and all those who follow him, so that they may not lose courage but carry their crosses well and climb Mt. Calvary.
Offer up your sufferings totally for the Pope, who is trying to celebrate the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in a holy way, where Jesus offers Himself up as the sacrifice of atonement. If all of you offer up sacrifices and reparations through self-denial so that they may become the heart of the Church which will be born anew through the victory of my burning Immaculate Heart, you will not fall down under the weight of the devil’s cunning scheme.
All of my beloved children in the world! By following this Mother, who lightens your way as the Heavenly Prophetess, do not fall into disappointment and despair, be freed from attachments to yourselves with a special awakening, and thus, be reborn with the supernatural love. Even if you face the terrifying hour of bloody persecution, you will be guarded and protected by the love which was bestowed upon you today, and I, your Mother, will shelter you within my mantle. Therefore, offer yourselves up genuinely and totally, and thus, face a new Resurrection.
Whenever children from all over the world come to my poor house, which is called the bathhouse for souls and the house of salvation, and express their filial love, I will open my Immaculate Heart to them, bestow all my love and graces upon them, comfort, encourage, and nurture them. Now, do not look back but become innocent infants wrapped in swaddling clothes and rely on me completely, following the messages that I have given you. Carry joy, love and peace to your homes and pass on to everyone the encouragement of my presence. Good-bye!
What Happened While Writing the Message:
While writing down the message, I was discussing its contents with a brother. I told him how heartbroken the Blessed Mother was because, despite her requests for the celebration of Mass and the preparation of a tabernacle in the Chapel, these had not yet been fulfilled.
At that very moment, Satan lifted a nearby water pail and struck me on the head with it. He overturned the table, threw away the sheets of paper on which I was writing down the message, and knocked me down, causing me to fall flat on my face. My right hand was severely injured and swollen. How furious Satan must have been at the sight of me writing the message that he resorted to such violent actions to prevent me from using my right hand to write! In the face of Satan’s despicable behavior, we just laughed together.