Message on April 7, 2023 - Good Friday
My suffering continued throughout the entire Lenten season. From the beginning of the Holy Week, the devils attacked me relentlessly through people who are close to me, and those attacks intensified throughout the week. Thus, I went into the Holy Triduum offering up the excruciating pains that pushed me to the verge of death.
On Holy Thursday, I participated in the prayer meeting and attended the Mass of the Lord’s Supper in the waiting room of the vinyl-tented Chapel on the Blessed Mother’s Mountain. After the Mass, Fragrant Oil and Thick Mother’s Milk descended inside the room in abundance.
The Fragrant Oil and Thick Mother’s Milk disappeared gradually as witnessed by Fr. Alexander and some of the volunteers who were present. That sign signified that all the graces were being absorbed spiritually into all the pilgrims.
Shortly after, plenty of the Fragrant Oil and Thick Mother’s Milk descended once again. A lady volunteer who was healed of terminal cancer testified that she saw the scene of the Thick Mother’s Milk descending twice that evening with her own eyes.
My suffering reached its climax on Good Friday when I offered it up to make reparation for obscene sins which were excessively severe. Over the years, except for when I had back surgery, I have never missed doing the Stations of the Cross with pilgrims on Good Friday. However, I could not possibly attend the prayer this time because of the extreme pains.
So, I participated in the Stations of the Cross through the live streaming of the prayer at the Blessed Mother’s Mountain while practicing Semchigo as if I were there praying together with all of them at the same time in that very place. While offering this continuous suffering, I attended the Liturgy for Good Friday at the Blessed Mother’s Moun- tain and prayed earnestly:
“Lord, please fulfill the intentions of the priests and Your children who are attending today’s liturgy as they have requested. Also please remember Your children who desired to come here today but could not due to unavoidable circumstances.
Jesus, when You were nailed on the Cross and died on it to save us, unworthy sinners, You poured out Blood and Water to the very last drop in atonement for our sins. Please transfuse Them into the heads of our priests and into us. I implore You to wash and wipe our every cell from head to toe, and open what has been clogged in us, so that our souls and bodies may be fully healed.”
At that very moment, Jesus, wearing the Crown of Thorns and bleeding miserably, appeared to me. Whenever priests and His close children, who say that they love Jesus so much, commit sins, thorns like daggers pierce His head as if penetrating. Looking at the scene, I wailed.
Julia: O Jesus! Because of the sins we, unworthy ones, commit, You Who are innocent, bleed so terribly like this and suffer. How painful it must be for You! I, an unworthy one, do not know what to do for you. Even though my suffering is even tinier than dust, I, a sinner, totally offer up my sufferings to You, thus may You be comforted.
Jesus was looking towards me sympathetically, and then He kindly spoke,
JESUS: O My love, My Little Soul who strives with all her heart and strength to total exhaustion! Thank you! Will you participate in the pain that I suffered when I completely laid Myself down for the salvation of the world?
Julia: Of course! I will definitely take part in it. I am only Yours.
From that very moment, I came to receive small portions out of the countless pains that Jesus suffers. I began to receive the pains from the crown of thorns. The extreme pains and suffering seized me from that moment. It was the pain of hammering long, thick nails into both sides of my head. The nails were struck forcefully with a hammer on both ends of my forehead, the boundary where the head and forehead meet, three times, “Bang, bang, bang!”, then the nails were completely stuck in my head. Simultaneously, many large and small thorns were also thrust into my entire head.
Immediately after, I received immense pains of Jesus’ Sacred Heart flaming with fire, the pains of His Side being pierced by a spear, the pains of His Five Wounds, and the pains of scourging all at once. My side which was severely hurting since Holy Thursday became swollen up to a size bigger than a steamed bun. In addition, I participated in the pain of His Face being slapped and beaten up mercilessly by a Roman soldier with his ringed palm. On January 5, 2002, I was beaten by the Roman soldier’s ringed fist at the 7th Station on the Way of the Cross, and my right cheek was scarred.
This time, my cheek was being slapped so hard by his open hand until I received three bruises on my cheek. On top of it, I bit onto my tongue as it was clinched between my upper and lower teeth. My tongue was hurting so much that I could not eat properly afterwards.
Furthermore, I continuously underwent intense pains in reparation for the sins of abortion and obscenity. The pains were so extreme and far greater than what I had experienced previously, revealing that the sins of abortion and obscenity are more prevalent, extreme and devastating nowadays.
Although I had such intense pains, my only hope was that the Lord would be comforted. I also offered up all these pains for the repentance of the clergy and of sinners, and especially for the pilgrims who had gathered there.
JESUS: My precious Little Soul, My little baby who does not think about her own comfort and wishes everyone to be saved by living up to the Five Spiritualities so that not even one soul is lost! Thank you, and how can I ignore and reject your requests, especially when you so graciously offer up even the pains of death for My sake and My Mother’s, and for the salvation of the children of the world? I will fulfill them, as you request.
I will not let even a single drop of your blood and tears be in vain. As you have beseeched, I will transfuse every drop of the Blood and Water that I have shed into the priests and all My children who are here. In order that those souls who completely entrust themselves to My Mother and Me, follow Us precisely, and practice the Five Spiritualities every moment of every day may not lose their way and that they may enjoy eternal happiness in Heaven on the last day, I, together with My Mother, will always protect, look after, and lead them.
Julia: O Lord! Thank You. Jesus, You showed us the truth that we can resurrect only when we die to ourselves first by showing Your example, and You told us to follow You closely.
You are the Lord, yet You became the sacrificial victim in order to save us sinners. You died in atonement for our sins and have given us a new life. You did not end with death, but resurrected, thereby leading us all into a new life.
When You breathe Your last on the Cross this Good Friday, help us die to ourselves and be born anew. Take away our strong egos and evil habits; unworthy and weak as we are, may all of us win the victory of the resurrection when You resurrect.
After a thanksgiving prayer to Jesus, I went to venerate the Holy Cross. When I returned to the waiting room, I noticed a visible black patch on my hand, and some drops of the Precious Blood descended on my right hand as well as on the top part of my hanbok (Korean traditional dress). Then the Precious Blood descended two more times, coming down like tiny and large rain drops on me. I found It descended even to the floor of the waiting room. While trying to complete writing the message, the pain of the crown of thorns continued, thus it was difficult for me to open my eyes. The pain of being stricken with thorns continued, and there were wounds over various parts of my body as well. O Lord Jesus, who is Love, receive praise, glory and adoration through this suffering of mine! Blessed Mother, be comforted! Amen!
Message on April 7, 2023 - Good Friday
My suffering continued throughout the entire Lenten season. From the beginning of the Holy Week, the devils attacked me relentlessly through people who are close to me, and those attacks intensified throughout the week. Thus, I went into the Holy Triduum offering up the excruciating pains that pushed me to the verge of death.
On Holy Thursday, I participated in the prayer meeting and attended the Mass of the Lord’s Supper in the waiting room of the vinyl-tented Chapel on the Blessed Mother’s Mountain. After the Mass, Fragrant Oil and Thick Mother’s Milk descended inside the room in abundance.
The Fragrant Oil and Thick Mother’s Milk disappeared gradually as witnessed by Fr. Alexander and some of the volunteers who were present. That sign signified that all the graces were being absorbed spiritually into all the pilgrims.
Shortly after, plenty of the Fragrant Oil and Thick Mother’s Milk descended once again. A lady volunteer who was healed of terminal cancer testified that she saw the scene of the Thick Mother’s Milk descending twice that evening with her own eyes.
My suffering reached its climax on Good Friday when I offered it up to make reparation for obscene sins which were excessively severe. Over the years, except for when I had back surgery, I have never missed doing the Stations of the Cross with pilgrims on Good Friday. However, I could not possibly attend the prayer this time because of the extreme pains.
So, I participated in the Stations of the Cross through the live streaming of the prayer at the Blessed Mother’s Mountain while practicing Semchigo as if I were there praying together with all of them at the same time in that very place. While offering this continuous suffering, I attended the Liturgy for Good Friday at the Blessed Mother’s Moun- tain and prayed earnestly:
“Lord, please fulfill the intentions of the priests and Your children who are attending today’s liturgy as they have requested. Also please remember Your children who desired to come here today but could not due to unavoidable circumstances.
Jesus, when You were nailed on the Cross and died on it to save us, unworthy sinners, You poured out Blood and Water to the very last drop in atonement for our sins. Please transfuse Them into the heads of our priests and into us. I implore You to wash and wipe our every cell from head to toe, and open what has been clogged in us, so that our souls and bodies may be fully healed.”
At that very moment, Jesus, wearing the Crown of Thorns and bleeding miserably, appeared to me. Whenever priests and His close children, who say that they love Jesus so much, commit sins, thorns like daggers pierce His head as if penetrating. Looking at the scene, I wailed.
Julia: O Jesus! Because of the sins we, unworthy ones, commit, You Who are innocent, bleed so terribly like this and suffer. How painful it must be for You! I, an unworthy one, do not know what to do for you. Even though my suffering is even tinier than dust, I, a sinner, totally offer up my sufferings to You, thus may You be comforted.
Jesus was looking towards me sympathetically, and then He kindly spoke,
JESUS: O My love, My Little Soul who strives with all her heart and strength to total exhaustion! Thank you! Will you participate in the pain that I suffered when I completely laid Myself down for the salvation of the world?
Julia: Of course! I will definitely take part in it. I am only Yours.
From that very moment, I came to receive small portions out of the countless pains that Jesus suffers. I began to receive the pains from the crown of thorns. The extreme pains and suffering seized me from that moment. It was the pain of hammering long, thick nails into both sides of my head. The nails were struck forcefully with a hammer on both ends of my forehead, the boundary where the head and forehead meet, three times, “Bang, bang, bang!”, then the nails were completely stuck in my head. Simultaneously, many large and small thorns were also thrust into my entire head.
Immediately after, I received immense pains of Jesus’ Sacred Heart flaming with fire, the pains of His Side being pierced by a spear, the pains of His Five Wounds, and the pains of scourging all at once. My side which was severely hurting since Holy Thursday became swollen up to a size bigger than a steamed bun. In addition, I participated in the pain of His Face being slapped and beaten up mercilessly by a Roman soldier with his ringed palm. On January 5, 2002, I was beaten by the Roman soldier’s ringed fist at the 7th Station on the Way of the Cross, and my right cheek was scarred.
This time, my cheek was being slapped so hard by his open hand until I received three bruises on my cheek. On top of it, I bit onto my tongue as it was clinched between my upper and lower teeth. My tongue was hurting so much that I could not eat properly afterwards.
Furthermore, I continuously underwent intense pains in reparation for the sins of abortion and obscenity. The pains were so extreme and far greater than what I had experienced previously, revealing that the sins of abortion and obscenity are more prevalent, extreme and devastating nowadays.
Although I had such intense pains, my only hope was that the Lord would be comforted. I also offered up all these pains for the repentance of the clergy and of sinners, and especially for the pilgrims who had gathered there.
JESUS: My precious Little Soul, My little baby who does not think about her own comfort and wishes everyone to be saved by living up to the Five Spiritualities so that not even one soul is lost! Thank you, and how can I ignore and reject your requests, especially when you so graciously offer up even the pains of death for My sake and My Mother’s, and for the salvation of the children of the world? I will fulfill them, as you request.
I will not let even a single drop of your blood and tears be in vain. As you have beseeched, I will transfuse every drop of the Blood and Water that I have shed into the priests and all My children who are here. In order that those souls who completely entrust themselves to My Mother and Me, follow Us precisely, and practice the Five Spiritualities every moment of every day may not lose their way and that they may enjoy eternal happiness in Heaven on the last day, I, together with My Mother, will always protect, look after, and lead them.
Julia: O Lord! Thank You. Jesus, You showed us the truth that we can resurrect only when we die to ourselves first by showing Your example, and You told us to follow You closely.
You are the Lord, yet You became the sacrificial victim in order to save us sinners. You died in atonement for our sins and have given us a new life. You did not end with death, but resurrected, thereby leading us all into a new life.
When You breathe Your last on the Cross this Good Friday, help us die to ourselves and be born anew. Take away our strong egos and evil habits; unworthy and weak as we are, may all of us win the victory of the resurrection when You resurrect.
After a thanksgiving prayer to Jesus, I went to venerate the Holy Cross. When I returned to the waiting room, I noticed a visible black patch on my hand, and some drops of the Precious Blood descended on my right hand as well as on the top part of my hanbok (Korean traditional dress). Then the Precious Blood descended two more times, coming down like tiny and large rain drops on me. I found It descended even to the floor of the waiting room. While trying to complete writing the message, the pain of the crown of thorns continued, thus it was difficult for me to open my eyes. The pain of being stricken with thorns continued, and there were wounds over various parts of my body as well. O Lord Jesus, who is Love, receive praise, glory and adoration through this suffering of mine! Blessed Mother, be comforted! Amen!