January 17, 1997

(The eve before my birthday)

My flower, peace be with you; know what is good for your soul; your Creator is your Lord, Father and Master of your life; I have appointed you to be My bearer to proclaim My words untiringly to all the nations; for this I had to form you and teach you in My heavenly courts; I placed you in My Heart so that you grow in My Heart and that from My Heart you obtain your knowledge; I, the Lord, swore to graft you on Me, so that My rich sap provides you with Life …. since I made you Mine I nourished your soul with My Word and like the flowers adorn the earth, you too became the flower of My Heart, yielding its perfume to adorn My House; and I became your Keeper, your Lord and Master, to increase My joy I made you an intermediary between the Eastern and the Western Church; how enthusiastic I was to call by My Grace your western brother;¹ I remember how I stood in front of him quivering with emotion; My Hand then reached My Sacred Heart and drew from within It My flower;² still dripping from My Sources I offered it to him as a permanent gift, asking him to watch over it with the same tender care that I, who am its Keeper watched over it; embellished by My Sources, adorned with My Riches and perfumed by My Love he rejoiced at its mere sight and its presence made his bones flourish once more. “bear with one another charitably and be an example of the unity to come,” was My advice to both of you. “nevertheless bear in mind always that the enemy will be persecuting you without mercy to divide you, and to damage your union he will use your weaknesses; to obtain strength, he will creep into your intellect deforming your thoughts and understanding;” what am I to say today? am I known to absolve the guilty? has he not read that a wise heart is obedient to instruction? but he has forgotten himself in My Presence and behaved like I never wished him to behave; he has wronged My Sacred Heart several times because he allowed evil to warp his understanding, it was the devil’s envy that brought him down …. but now I have a glorious prediction to make for you, My flower, and everyone will hear it, so do not feel downcast, My love, put your hope in Me, trust Me and abandon yourself to Me; the man who fears the Lord, Scriptures say, will accept correction and they can win back His favour; so he should seek Me in humility and with a contrite heart and I will dispel his faults like a cloud and his sins I will blot out of My memory; yet, he should not delude his heart: the flower³ I have in My Hand now will not be given back to him but I will invest this treasure elsewhere; I promise him to give him peace of mind if he confesses his guilt, he will then find Mercy in Me; he must put now his hope in Me and be zealous for My House;