Message on April 23, 2000
On Easter Sunday, I was eager to see the Blessed Mother, who had wept. So, around 6:30 a.m., I went to her and paid homage to her. Because I had not been able to sleep for many days and had been repeatedly attacked by the devil, it was extremely difficult for me even to remain seated. Still, I prayed, asking for forgiveness for the wrongful desire to turn away (from my cross) a desire that must have caused the Blessed Mother to shed tears because of me, an utterly unworthy sinner.
“Mommy! Congratulations on the Resurrection of Your Son!” Hot tears streamed down endlessly. I poured out to the Blessed Mother the deep pain hidden in the depths of my heart pain I had never been able to reveal to anyone. I expressed my sorrow as a sinner whose faults had only added to her tears.
About half an hour passed, and suddenly, I heard what sounded like beautiful, majestic military music coming from above, and the space before me grew bright. I looked up. The statue of the Blessed Mother was no longer visible. Instead, Jesus stood there, clothed in a red mantle, radiating infinite mercy.
To His right stood the beautiful, smiling Blessed Mother, wearing a blue mantle and holding a rosary in her right hand. Both Jesus and the Blessed Mother wore shining royal crowns on Their heads. Angels dressed in shiny white garments were dancing joyfully around Them. Then, the Blessed Mother looked at me with a beautiful smile and spoke lovingly and gently:
THE BLESSED MOTHER: My beloved daughter! My children who have been called! Do not worry too much, but entrust everything to me with confidence. Why do you think the Lord, who is your Savior, loved Mary Magdalene so much?
She was a sinner who deserved to be stoned to death, but because she sincerely repented of her sins and followed the Lord with childlike simplicity, she gained Heaven. With an utmost love, she poured fragrant oil on the Lord in preparation for His burial. Did she not do everything that she could?
And Peter, who was the disciple whom the Lord trusted and loved most, boasted that he would never desert the Lord, even if all others did. Before long, however, when the Lord was being treated like a criminal, he denied Him three times, even swearing that he did not know Him. How much pain must the Lord have felt in His Heart!
However, as soon as the cock crowed, he wept bitterly, shedding tears of repentance. He deeply repented of his sins, renewed his resolution to fulfill the mission he had received from the Lord, and from then on, gave testimony to the Lord courageously, offering up his life completely, following me, the Mother. Therefore, he is now enjoying happiness in Heaven.
My beloved daughter! All my children whom I have called with love! The shrewd devils, who know that I have chosen you and know what kind of work you need to do, are filling the sky and the earth (meaning that they are many) and are trying to make you despair and lose spirit. You must never fall down or give up.
Even the majority of the shepherds and the children who have been called, who say that they are making the Lord known, are becoming blind and deaf and are unable to discern because of the devils’ tricks. Because of this, Satan, my enemy, is about to cry out with joy over his near victory.
His goal is to shake up your faith and trust, you who are supposed to make the Lord’s love and mine known, and thereby, to make you fall into misery and give up. Thus, he aims to make you fall and to prevent you from doing the important work. Therefore, stand up hurriedly and go forward bravely, making strenu- ous efforts to accomplish the task that has been entrusted to you.
When you seek only what belongs to Heaven, where there is no hunger, thirst, sighing, tears, pain, sorrow, or suffering, and where only eternal happiness waits for you; when you remember that, as I have been chosen as the Lord’s cooperator, you have also been chosen as my cooperators; and when you offer up graciously all the preposterous accusations for the conversion of sinners, I will always be with you, who are weak and feeble, and you will enjoy eternal happiness in the places I have prepared for you in Heaven.
When the Blessed Mother finished speaking, Jesus, who had been smiling lovingly, gave a blessing and spoke.
JESUS: All the children in the world! Among those who are singing Alleluia with their mouths, how many are truly coming to Me? Those who come to My Mother, listen to her words, and practice them, and all the children who come to Me through My Mother will be saved by Me together with My Mother, and will be led to a life of the resurrection, even when they are situated in an extremely dangerous crisis and are unable to do anything because of its swiftness. Therefore, quickly, with a high aim and plan to save the world, rescue the sheep that have even lost their sense of direction.
Those who have ears to hear will listen, and those who have mouths will spread this. Do not poke the nose of a sleeping tiger (i.e. do not bring about a disaster by your own actions), nor wear thick make up to cover up ugliness (i.e. focus on external ap- pearances while neglecting what lies within), and then tremble with fear when the whole earth shakes, turns into a sea of fire, and is swept away by a frightful terror. By offering up reparations for the most abominable sins of blasphemy, offenses against the dignity of God, and ingratitude, perpetuate the Mysteries of the Paschal meal (the Last Supper) and the Resurrection.
Together with My Mother, I will always be a companion for you who have been called and are working for Me. We will protect you and help you stand strong even amid fierce adversity. And on the last day, you will enjoy eternal happiness at My table. Good bye!
Jesus smiled broadly and lifted His right hand slightly as He said, "Good-bye!" Then, He entered His wooden image on the Crucifix in the Chapel. The Blessed Mother gave an extremely loving and beautiful smile, nodded gently, and approached the place where her weeping statue normally stood. Then, in an instant, she turned into her statue.
In the early morning of July 1, 1995, the image of Jesus on the Crucifix transformed into the living Jesus and shed Blood from His Seven Wounds (His Five Wounds, His Head crowned with thorns, and His torn Heart). These drops of Blood turned into seven Sacred Hosts and came down onto the altar before the Blessed Mother's statue.
Through her statue, the Blessed Mother shed both tears and tears of blood for a total of 700 days and also exuded fragrant oil for 700 consecutive days by squeezing all of herself. Moreover, the continuous pulsation from the wrists of her statue clearly showed to all that she is truly alive.
However, today, for the first time, I witnessed the living Jesus entering His image on the Crucifix, and the living Blessed Mother turning into her statue. I was completely awestruck and rendered speechless overwhelmed with wonder, I sat there motionless, lost in the moment.
What Happened While Writing the Message :
While writing the message given on Easter Sunday, April 23, 2000, I was about to write about the devils. Suddenly, a large group of them appeared. “This b**ch! This obstinate b**ch! Today, we must surely kill her. Just when our plans are about to succeed, she always interferes and disrupts everything. Today, we must kill her without making any mistakes, ensuring that no external trace of our attack is visible to others.”
When their leader gave the command, they rushed at me, grinning wickedly, grabbing my hair, and violently lifting my whole body as if snatching me. With ferocious force, they threw me toward the space under the bed. The impact was so brutal that both the desk I was using to write the message and my body collided violently with the door handle, sending me crashing to the floor.
At the same time, they hurled obscene curses and insults that I had never heard before, ones too shameful to even repeat. They gouged and poked at my eyes, all the while roughly grabbing and shaking my hair, pulling it forcefully.
At that moment, one of them said, “After we kill this b**ch, who should we kill next?” and another replied, “First, just kill this b**ch. Once she is gone, everything else will fall apart.” They threw me down, flipped me over, trampled on me, and beat me relentlessly.
They choked me while simultaneously pinching, biting, and scratching me, all the while shouting, “I will not be satisfied even if we beat her to death. We have to tear this b**ch to pieces to kill her.” They pulled at my arms and legs from all directions, trying to dislocate and break my joints.
And they even lifted the desk I was using to write the messages and repeatedly smashed it on me violently. I tumbled to the floor, lying helplessly, unable to resist or even scream, as my consciousness began to fade. Though I could not speak, in my heart I prayed, “Lord! Whether I die or live, I am Yours, so may Your Will be done.” I offered up my suffering and death in the hope that many sinners would repent and that the Lord alone would be glorified.
At that moment, the Blessed Mother appeared, radiating light from her chest and hands. The devils, furious that they had failed to accomplish their goal of killing me, shouted, “We should have killed her today. I’m so upset. I am going crazy.” As they fled, one of them grabbed a piece of charcoal that had been placed for air purification and pressed it tightly against my neck, while another threw the charcoal basket at me.
I was struck severely in my eyes, face, and chest, making it almost impossible for me to open my eyes. In the past, whenever the Blessed Mother radiated light, the devils would flee in fear. But this time, they continued their extreme brutality even as they ran away. Then, hearing a loud crash, my family and a few sisters came to my room. They were shocked and screamed when they saw me, unable to move, covered in charcoal, and thrown onto the floor.
At that moment, my body was severely swollen, and my face and neck were covered in blood. I was trembling, unconscious, and both the floor and my body were soaked in water. The sisters, seeing my miserable state, burst into tears. My eyes had been so severely gouged and poked by the devils to prevent me from writing the message that they were bloodshot, resembling the eyes of a rabbit. It was so heartbreaking that those nearby said it was too painful even to look at me.
When I regained consciousness, my throat hurt so much that I could barely speak, and touching my body felt like being pricked with needles, making it impossible to even wipe myself down. That pain subsided in less than an hour, and my voice returned to normal, but my eyes continued to hurt. However, as soon as I finished writing the message, my eyes were completely healed.
Message on April 23, 2000
On Easter Sunday, I was eager to see the Blessed Mother, who had wept. So, around 6:30 a.m., I went to her and paid homage to her. Because I had not been able to sleep for many days and had been repeatedly attacked by the devil, it was extremely difficult for me even to remain seated. Still, I prayed, asking for forgiveness for the wrongful desire to turn away (from my cross) a desire that must have caused the Blessed Mother to shed tears because of me, an utterly unworthy sinner.
“Mommy! Congratulations on the Resurrection of Your Son!” Hot tears streamed down endlessly. I poured out to the Blessed Mother the deep pain hidden in the depths of my heart pain I had never been able to reveal to anyone. I expressed my sorrow as a sinner whose faults had only added to her tears.
About half an hour passed, and suddenly, I heard what sounded like beautiful, majestic military music coming from above, and the space before me grew bright. I looked up. The statue of the Blessed Mother was no longer visible. Instead, Jesus stood there, clothed in a red mantle, radiating infinite mercy.
To His right stood the beautiful, smiling Blessed Mother, wearing a blue mantle and holding a rosary in her right hand. Both Jesus and the Blessed Mother wore shining royal crowns on Their heads. Angels dressed in shiny white garments were dancing joyfully around Them. Then, the Blessed Mother looked at me with a beautiful smile and spoke lovingly and gently:
THE BLESSED MOTHER: My beloved daughter! My children who have been called! Do not worry too much, but entrust everything to me with confidence. Why do you think the Lord, who is your Savior, loved Mary Magdalene so much?
She was a sinner who deserved to be stoned to death, but because she sincerely repented of her sins and followed the Lord with childlike simplicity, she gained Heaven. With an utmost love, she poured fragrant oil on the Lord in preparation for His burial. Did she not do everything that she could?
And Peter, who was the disciple whom the Lord trusted and loved most, boasted that he would never desert the Lord, even if all others did. Before long, however, when the Lord was being treated like a criminal, he denied Him three times, even swearing that he did not know Him. How much pain must the Lord have felt in His Heart!
However, as soon as the cock crowed, he wept bitterly, shedding tears of repentance. He deeply repented of his sins, renewed his resolution to fulfill the mission he had received from the Lord, and from then on, gave testimony to the Lord courageously, offering up his life completely, following me, the Mother. Therefore, he is now enjoying happiness in Heaven.
My beloved daughter! All my children whom I have called with love! The shrewd devils, who know that I have chosen you and know what kind of work you need to do, are filling the sky and the earth (meaning that they are many) and are trying to make you despair and lose spirit. You must never fall down or give up.
Even the majority of the shepherds and the children who have been called, who say that they are making the Lord known, are becoming blind and deaf and are unable to discern because of the devils’ tricks. Because of this, Satan, my enemy, is about to cry out with joy over his near victory.
His goal is to shake up your faith and trust, you who are supposed to make the Lord’s love and mine known, and thereby, to make you fall into misery and give up. Thus, he aims to make you fall and to prevent you from doing the important work. Therefore, stand up hurriedly and go forward bravely, making strenu- ous efforts to accomplish the task that has been entrusted to you.
When you seek only what belongs to Heaven, where there is no hunger, thirst, sighing, tears, pain, sorrow, or suffering, and where only eternal happiness waits for you; when you remember that, as I have been chosen as the Lord’s cooperator, you have also been chosen as my cooperators; and when you offer up graciously all the preposterous accusations for the conversion of sinners, I will always be with you, who are weak and feeble, and you will enjoy eternal happiness in the places I have prepared for you in Heaven.
When the Blessed Mother finished speaking, Jesus, who had been smiling lovingly, gave a blessing and spoke.
JESUS: All the children in the world! Among those who are singing Alleluia with their mouths, how many are truly coming to Me? Those who come to My Mother, listen to her words, and practice them, and all the children who come to Me through My Mother will be saved by Me together with My Mother, and will be led to a life of the resurrection, even when they are situated in an extremely dangerous crisis and are unable to do anything because of its swiftness. Therefore, quickly, with a high aim and plan to save the world, rescue the sheep that have even lost their sense of direction.
Those who have ears to hear will listen, and those who have mouths will spread this. Do not poke the nose of a sleeping tiger (i.e. do not bring about a disaster by your own actions), nor wear thick make up to cover up ugliness (i.e. focus on external ap- pearances while neglecting what lies within), and then tremble with fear when the whole earth shakes, turns into a sea of fire, and is swept away by a frightful terror. By offering up reparations for the most abominable sins of blasphemy, offenses against the dignity of God, and ingratitude, perpetuate the Mysteries of the Paschal meal (the Last Supper) and the Resurrection.
Together with My Mother, I will always be a companion for you who have been called and are working for Me. We will protect you and help you stand strong even amid fierce adversity. And on the last day, you will enjoy eternal happiness at My table. Good bye!
Jesus smiled broadly and lifted His right hand slightly as He said, "Good-bye!" Then, He entered His wooden image on the Crucifix in the Chapel. The Blessed Mother gave an extremely loving and beautiful smile, nodded gently, and approached the place where her weeping statue normally stood. Then, in an instant, she turned into her statue.
In the early morning of July 1, 1995, the image of Jesus on the Crucifix transformed into the living Jesus and shed Blood from His Seven Wounds (His Five Wounds, His Head crowned with thorns, and His torn Heart). These drops of Blood turned into seven Sacred Hosts and came down onto the altar before the Blessed Mother's statue.
Through her statue, the Blessed Mother shed both tears and tears of blood for a total of 700 days and also exuded fragrant oil for 700 consecutive days by squeezing all of herself. Moreover, the continuous pulsation from the wrists of her statue clearly showed to all that she is truly alive.
However, today, for the first time, I witnessed the living Jesus entering His image on the Crucifix, and the living Blessed Mother turning into her statue. I was completely awestruck and rendered speechless overwhelmed with wonder, I sat there motionless, lost in the moment.
What Happened While Writing the Message :
While writing the message given on Easter Sunday, April 23, 2000, I was about to write about the devils. Suddenly, a large group of them appeared. “This b**ch! This obstinate b**ch! Today, we must surely kill her. Just when our plans are about to succeed, she always interferes and disrupts everything. Today, we must kill her without making any mistakes, ensuring that no external trace of our attack is visible to others.”
When their leader gave the command, they rushed at me, grinning wickedly, grabbing my hair, and violently lifting my whole body as if snatching me. With ferocious force, they threw me toward the space under the bed. The impact was so brutal that both the desk I was using to write the message and my body collided violently with the door handle, sending me crashing to the floor.
At the same time, they hurled obscene curses and insults that I had never heard before, ones too shameful to even repeat. They gouged and poked at my eyes, all the while roughly grabbing and shaking my hair, pulling it forcefully.
At that moment, one of them said, “After we kill this b**ch, who should we kill next?” and another replied, “First, just kill this b**ch. Once she is gone, everything else will fall apart.” They threw me down, flipped me over, trampled on me, and beat me relentlessly.
They choked me while simultaneously pinching, biting, and scratching me, all the while shouting, “I will not be satisfied even if we beat her to death. We have to tear this b**ch to pieces to kill her.” They pulled at my arms and legs from all directions, trying to dislocate and break my joints.
And they even lifted the desk I was using to write the messages and repeatedly smashed it on me violently. I tumbled to the floor, lying helplessly, unable to resist or even scream, as my consciousness began to fade. Though I could not speak, in my heart I prayed, “Lord! Whether I die or live, I am Yours, so may Your Will be done.” I offered up my suffering and death in the hope that many sinners would repent and that the Lord alone would be glorified.
At that moment, the Blessed Mother appeared, radiating light from her chest and hands. The devils, furious that they had failed to accomplish their goal of killing me, shouted, “We should have killed her today. I’m so upset. I am going crazy.” As they fled, one of them grabbed a piece of charcoal that had been placed for air purification and pressed it tightly against my neck, while another threw the charcoal basket at me.
I was struck severely in my eyes, face, and chest, making it almost impossible for me to open my eyes. In the past, whenever the Blessed Mother radiated light, the devils would flee in fear. But this time, they continued their extreme brutality even as they ran away. Then, hearing a loud crash, my family and a few sisters came to my room. They were shocked and screamed when they saw me, unable to move, covered in charcoal, and thrown onto the floor.
At that moment, my body was severely swollen, and my face and neck were covered in blood. I was trembling, unconscious, and both the floor and my body were soaked in water. The sisters, seeing my miserable state, burst into tears. My eyes had been so severely gouged and poked by the devils to prevent me from writing the message that they were bloodshot, resembling the eyes of a rabbit. It was so heartbreaking that those nearby said it was too painful even to look at me.
When I regained consciousness, my throat hurt so much that I could barely speak, and touching my body felt like being pricked with needles, making it impossible to even wipe myself down. That pain subsided in less than an hour, and my voice returned to normal, but my eyes continued to hurt. However, as soon as I finished writing the message, my eyes were completely healed.