Message on December 8, 1988
It was a great feast of the Blessed Mother and the first anniversary of moving the Blessed Mother's weeping statue from the apartment to the Chapel. So, we decided to hold an overnight prayer meeting after the Pastor and Father Spies gave permission.
I had been planning to offer preparatory prayers in the Chapel with Rufino, the Chapel administrator, and to start a visitation of the Holy Eucharist from 10:30 p.m. But there were several phone calls and I was also congratulating Father Spies on the big feast. The time was already 10:17 p.m. and I hurried to the Chapel. In the Chapel, I made the Sign of the Cross with holy water and began singing "Jesus is crucified on the Cross." As I was singing and approaching the statue, I noticed that tears of blood were flowing down on the statue.
At this moment, Rufino was lighting the candles in front of the statue and Immanuel, who was visiting Naju from Onyang (another city in Korea), was watching a Naju video in the back room. Rufino and I looked closely at the statue and saw the bloody tears already reaching the feet. They were tears mixed with some blood.
Rufino, Immanuel and I were singing and praying in front of the statue and, at about 10:30 p.m., I entered an ecstasy.
The Blessed Mother was holding a rosary and was weeping as usual. She looked so beautiful and kind. Her tears continued to flow reaching her feet. They were tears of mercy and love. She came to this world as the Helper to Jesus in washing and healing the sinners. She spoke with a beautiful and kind voice.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
I will call the Pastor. So far, the devils have been using all available means to prevent the cooperation with the Pastor and to cause divisions. For this reason, you must be awake and pray harder?/span>for the Pastor and Father Spies. I will shine the light of my Immaculate Heart on all of you so that you may work together for unity.
I called them (the Pastor and Father Spies) to work together holding my hands and to walk the way of martyrdom. Now they will walk that way. Maintain a closer cooperation with Father Spies. This work is not what Julia, who is unworthy and weak, is doing. Julia is only a channel. The work is being done by me.
Oh, my beloved children! Too many of you are walking toward hell. Ask the Bishop to restore my position in the Church. Then, my messages will spread to the world and people will amend their lives, will be liberated from the road leading to hell, will convert and start walking on the way toward Heaven, and, thereby, will soften the just anger of God the Father.
Julia:
Mother! Even now, aren’t there many of your children converting and amending their lives by accepting your call?
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
But an enormous number of my children are walking toward hell. I am asking you again, because I am so anxious. Do you want to see, daughter?
Julia: Yes, Mother. Please show me.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Yes, my lovely daughter! My dear daughter who has to suffer pains! Now, look! Look at the children who are going toward hell by judging and criticizing others.
I screamed, when I saw the sight.
Julia: Oh, no! Oh, no! Mother! Jesus!
I could not look, because it was so ugly. Every time people judged and criticized each other, worms (maggots) crawled out of their mouths. Then, the worms fell on the ground and joined devils. These worms were crawling on to other unwatchful people and making them sin, too.
On the other hand, when people spoke well of others in love, beautiful melodies flowed out of their mouths and melted the worms with the fire of love.
So many children were governed and controlled by devils, because they were hating each other and not forgiving each other. The worms could not be killed, however many times they were trampled upon, but were just melting away, when people practiced love and charity through sacrifices and won the spiritual battle. But there were too few people, among so many, who were willing to practice love through suffering.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Daughter, did you see that? That is why the just anger of God the Father has reached an extremely high level and punishment is near at hand.
I screamed loudly.
Julia:
Please forgive the numerous sinners. If they can convert by my suffering the pains of hell, I will offer all of myself for them. I have deserved hell since a long time ago...
I have been able to give a little love, because you called me, who was so poor and miserable. Moreover, you have allowed me to see the Lord and Mother. Participating in the sufferings has been my proper duty.
I pray that the Lord's Will be done through this shameful sinner with certainty. I cannot help being happy, even if I go to hell. So, please do not punish them.
I implored so loudly that others who were present heard me scream, "No!"
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Yes, thank you. Pray with that kind of deep sacrifice and self-denial. When you offer sufferings graciously and without despair in spite of all kinds of criticisms and slanders, the Lord will save many sinners from the miseries of sin and will be with you.
The sufferings, so many sufferings... these are what you will receive in the course of your life as you asked for.
My little soul, who anguishes even over small mistakes and makes new resolutions! I find joy in you. Through mistakes, you overcome pride and you can reach the highest degree of perfection through humility.
Have a stronger confidence in me. Follow me with a greater courage. An-nyoung!
I got out of the ecstasy at midnight. I could not move my body and was carried on a stretcher to the Chapel office, where I stayed with the Blessed Mother. But, as many people were gathering around me instead of praying, I felt sorry and asked to be carried to the upper room. Seven people had to help. The Blessed Mother was weeping in great sorrows.
Julia:
Mother of the Lord! Thank you. I cannot help thanking you, because the more sufferings I experience, the more sinners will convert. I do not want to spare anything, if my unworthy sufferings can be used in realizing the Lord's Will.
May the Lord be glorified through my little sufferings and let this unworthy and lowly sinner offer unending gratitude.
Oh, my Mother Mary! I want to become your daughter who gives you only joy. Help me!
Message on December 8, 1988
It was a great feast of the Blessed Mother and the first anniversary of moving the Blessed Mother's weeping statue from the apartment to the Chapel. So, we decided to hold an overnight prayer meeting after the Pastor and Father Spies gave permission.
I had been planning to offer preparatory prayers in the Chapel with Rufino, the Chapel administrator, and to start a visitation of the Holy Eucharist from 10:30 p.m. But there were several phone calls and I was also congratulating Father Spies on the big feast. The time was already 10:17 p.m. and I hurried to the Chapel. In the Chapel, I made the Sign of the Cross with holy water and began singing "Jesus is crucified on the Cross." As I was singing and approaching the statue, I noticed that tears of blood were flowing down on the statue.
At this moment, Rufino was lighting the candles in front of the statue and Immanuel, who was visiting Naju from Onyang (another city in Korea), was watching a Naju video in the back room. Rufino and I looked closely at the statue and saw the bloody tears already reaching the feet. They were tears mixed with some blood.
Rufino, Immanuel and I were singing and praying in front of the statue and, at about 10:30 p.m., I entered an ecstasy.
The Blessed Mother was holding a rosary and was weeping as usual. She looked so beautiful and kind. Her tears continued to flow reaching her feet. They were tears of mercy and love. She came to this world as the Helper to Jesus in washing and healing the sinners. She spoke with a beautiful and kind voice.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
I will call the Pastor. So far, the devils have been using all available means to prevent the cooperation with the Pastor and to cause divisions. For this reason, you must be awake and pray harder?/span>for the Pastor and Father Spies. I will shine the light of my Immaculate Heart on all of you so that you may work together for unity.
I called them (the Pastor and Father Spies) to work together holding my hands and to walk the way of martyrdom. Now they will walk that way. Maintain a closer cooperation with Father Spies. This work is not what Julia, who is unworthy and weak, is doing. Julia is only a channel. The work is being done by me.
Oh, my beloved children! Too many of you are walking toward hell. Ask the Bishop to restore my position in the Church. Then, my messages will spread to the world and people will amend their lives, will be liberated from the road leading to hell, will convert and start walking on the way toward Heaven, and, thereby, will soften the just anger of God the Father.
Julia:
Mother! Even now, aren’t there many of your children converting and amending their lives by accepting your call?
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
But an enormous number of my children are walking toward hell. I am asking you again, because I am so anxious. Do you want to see, daughter?
Julia: Yes, Mother. Please show me.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Yes, my lovely daughter! My dear daughter who has to suffer pains! Now, look! Look at the children who are going toward hell by judging and criticizing others.
I screamed, when I saw the sight.
Julia: Oh, no! Oh, no! Mother! Jesus!
I could not look, because it was so ugly. Every time people judged and criticized each other, worms (maggots) crawled out of their mouths. Then, the worms fell on the ground and joined devils. These worms were crawling on to other unwatchful people and making them sin, too.
On the other hand, when people spoke well of others in love, beautiful melodies flowed out of their mouths and melted the worms with the fire of love.
So many children were governed and controlled by devils, because they were hating each other and not forgiving each other. The worms could not be killed, however many times they were trampled upon, but were just melting away, when people practiced love and charity through sacrifices and won the spiritual battle. But there were too few people, among so many, who were willing to practice love through suffering.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Daughter, did you see that? That is why the just anger of God the Father has reached an extremely high level and punishment is near at hand.
I screamed loudly.
Julia:
Please forgive the numerous sinners. If they can convert by my suffering the pains of hell, I will offer all of myself for them. I have deserved hell since a long time ago...
I have been able to give a little love, because you called me, who was so poor and miserable. Moreover, you have allowed me to see the Lord and Mother. Participating in the sufferings has been my proper duty.
I pray that the Lord's Will be done through this shameful sinner with certainty. I cannot help being happy, even if I go to hell. So, please do not punish them.
I implored so loudly that others who were present heard me scream, "No!"
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Yes, thank you. Pray with that kind of deep sacrifice and self-denial. When you offer sufferings graciously and without despair in spite of all kinds of criticisms and slanders, the Lord will save many sinners from the miseries of sin and will be with you.
The sufferings, so many sufferings... these are what you will receive in the course of your life as you asked for.
My little soul, who anguishes even over small mistakes and makes new resolutions! I find joy in you. Through mistakes, you overcome pride and you can reach the highest degree of perfection through humility.
Have a stronger confidence in me. Follow me with a greater courage. An-nyoung!
I got out of the ecstasy at midnight. I could not move my body and was carried on a stretcher to the Chapel office, where I stayed with the Blessed Mother. But, as many people were gathering around me instead of praying, I felt sorry and asked to be carried to the upper room. Seven people had to help. The Blessed Mother was weeping in great sorrows.
Julia:
Mother of the Lord! Thank you. I cannot help thanking you, because the more sufferings I experience, the more sinners will convert. I do not want to spare anything, if my unworthy sufferings can be used in realizing the Lord's Will.
May the Lord be glorified through my little sufferings and let this unworthy and lowly sinner offer unending gratitude.
Oh, my Mother Mary! I want to become your daughter who gives you only joy. Help me!