GREGORY: My Lord, let us sing of the joys of love for all eternity. Have mercy on your children throughout the world. Help us to grow in the grace of your presence, teaching of the kindness and humility of your love. I love you, my Lord, and it is through your goodness that I am reborn daily in the heavenly light of your presence. If we could sing together, if we could light the world with the fire of your divine love. Only you can spread these words of eternal grace for your children. I pray to do so that through your merciful love, they may rise to repentant in purity.

Take me now and let us fly in Spirit to wherever you desire. This is always your wish.

JESÚS: Yes, my child. Let us fly to heaven to see what man cannot see in Spirit. Come now and take my hand and let us go to Afghanistan.

GREGORY: Why my Lord?

JESÚS: Because many souls are suffering there. These too are my children and I love them. The devastation of war and natural disasters have left their hearts weary and I desire to shine my heart upon them. Come now and take my hand that we may sing of the joy of love together.

GREGORY: Sí, mi Señor.

I am now with Jesus. He has taken my hand and led me in Spirit to a stony, mountainous area. The rocks are large and the land dry. I can feel a slight chill in the air. He is still holding my hands and points to what looks like a small white structure in the distance.

He says this is where a family lives that he desires to bless for they have suffered much in the loss of their sons. Their hearts are broken from war and they only desire to live in peace.

We begin to walk, or shall is say I am not walking, but moving over the rocks at a quick pace. Our Lord is capable of anything and I feel a slight sense of humor in his eternal genius. We have stopped at the door of the house and Jesus allows me to see within. They are sitting at a small table in the kitchen where they are discussing the difficulties of life in their country and how they truly desire peace.

Jesus asks me to knock on the door and then he disappears, leaving me to address the people. Although he has already filled my heart with an innate compassion for understanding their circumstance, I wonder what I shall say. I do not know at this moment for I am sure they will be more than shocked to see a stranger in their remote land.

The lady answers her door with a look of certain surprise and sadness. She is weary and does what she can within her strength to greet me without hesitation but with a oneness that only the Lord could have placed in her heart. She is a simple woman. Her husband has followed behind her to see who it is.

Jesus speaks to my heart and asks me to tell them that I have come to bring comfort in their grief. I was sent by him to allow them to open their hearts to an unknown compassion and mercy that will fill them with great peace.

I tell them that I was sent by our Lord, God of heaven and earth. They look perplexed as if they understand me, although I do not know how because I do not speak their language and this is not something that I have thought of. They must understand me even though I am speaking English because the Spirit translates my words into their language.

I ask them if I may enter their home and they allow me to do so with a gentle ease, trusting that I will not harm them. They are slightly pensive because of their long-suffering, but they sit and wait for me to speak. The silence in the room seems eternal, a room being filled with the Holy Spirit to anoint their souls.

I ask the mother if I may take her hand and upon doing so, she begins to cry. She now understands in her heart why I am here. She cries heavily releasing a great burden from her heart.

While holding her hand, I receive from our Lord a vision of her two sons. They look in their late teens. He allows me to see them so, at that moment, I may share with her that they are in heaven. Not to be afraid for their lives were not sacrifices in vain and they are with the Lord, our God and Father.

She asks me how I came to her house and I explain that I was brought by Jesus. She takes her hand and touches my forehead smiling, understanding that a greater love has brought me to console her. Her husband is silent but understands. He allows his wife the respect to grieve and share her heart. We speak for a moment and the Lord gives me a Cross to give to them. It is already sitting on the table in front of us as an offering of his love and sacrifice for their hearts and the salvation of their sons.

He asks me to tell them that he loves them dearly and his heart will always be with them. He desires that they carry our God’s plan for their lives in peace, the peace of living his will. He asks me to tell them that by doing so, they will be with their sons in salvation one day and to seek to love and do all things in love for the glory of God our Father.

I have come to bring peace this hour in the name of the Lord. She reaches once again to the side of my face, looking at me with eyes of compassion. The look in her eyes is consoling, as if she too understands my suffering in being a mother. She touches my heart, piercing it with her eyes, looking within me to see how she can help me.

She does not want me to leave. She wants to prepare me some food. Her only means of expressing her gratitude. The father now begins to cry. He too has felt the love of our Lord.

She picks up the Cross, looking at it with swollen eyes. Eyes pierced with love, holding it tightly. She once again begins to cry, understanding Jesus’ pain, his life and his sacrifice, compared to hers. Her suffering is now being united with Jesus on the Cross.

We all hold hands and begin to pray. She prays for her sons, her family and her husband. She is a strong woman of faith, even praying for me, with great understanding for my own suffering within the heart of Jesus.

I do not want to leave them. I feel only the love of God’s grace from their hearts. A grace that only he can give. I pray to have better words to describe this experience that leaves me longing for Our Lady and my own mother who now feels so far away, although she is just downstairs because I am in Spirit in a different country.

Praise God for the grace to be here with her and here with them. To be in two places at the same time to be able to love. The Lord has taken me to many people, but these are the first that he has allowed to console me for they are good. Only a good mother can understand a son of God, broken by the suffering of many things that her own life’s suffering would be complete in the love she has to offer.

JESÚS: My dear child, you have learned that in giving, you too shall receive. Often it can seem a burden to open your heart to such suffering, to be in a different place, in a different time. I had asked you to come with me because I wanted you to experience the love of this mother, who is so consoling. She needed a good son to hold within her arms to give her peace in the remembrance of the love she gave her sons. To be with you was to be with them once more, to remember their touch and to see them within your eyes.

This is what love does, the power of love to give what one would not expect in a simple touch, in simple kind words of hope.

Meditate upon the gift of love and giving what is most important. Meditate upon this within the silence and sanctuary of my eternal heart of love. Remember the stillness of the silence of the night to sing gloriously to your soul of heaven.

Heaven is joyful. Heaven is one day waiting for you, but there is still much work to be done in the name of your Savior and she will spread the message of the Cross, of my sacrifice to souls in her country.

I love you. Come to me. Do not be afraid. Your mother will be alright. Come and take my hand. Pray that the illness does not spread. I will purify her body with my love.

GREGORY: Jesus, I love you and I know that one day she will be with you in paradise. I know that I must trust in your will, even if I should suffer greatly because of her death. May your will be done for her greater peace and joy. And I believe in your word. I pray that this weak sinner will be given the strength to bear what will be a temporary separation of love when that time comes. Although I pray for good health and a long peaceful life till death for her. She is my greatest love on this earth, my dear, dear mother.

JESÚS: Be at peace. Her time has not yet come. I will help her to see through this illness that she has great value.

GREGORY: Jesus, I need you. Will you come to me?

JESÚS: I am already present in my love and my joy is fulfilled in your heart.

GREGORY: I am now having a vision of our Lord, Who is standing holding a white dove in his right hand. His body is pure, his being a delight to the heart. May the love of your sacrifice be fulfilled as you desire.

JESÚS: Come and take my hand. Allow me to embrace you in my love. My love is always with you. Be not afraid of the joy I desire to give you. Be at peace and remain positive. To remain positive is to remain hopeful. Trust in the mercy of my word. Allow my love to flow through you. Allow my Precious Blood to consume your heart with the eternal sacrifice of my passion. Seek to love me always. Seek to live in the eternal Spirit of my love. Pray for a deeper faith and joy in this circumstance. Be not afraid.

When the time comes for your mother to enter heaven, you shall be so consumed with my Holy Spirit that nothing shall separate you from the peace of trusting in my love to care for her eternally. My mother shall be with you each day to help you. Be not afraid of that time. It is not near, but in the end, you shall be prepared.

MARÍA: My dear child, be not afraid. Trust in the mercy of my son’s Cross to anoint you with the power and victory of peace. Be not afraid for the power of the Cross is with you in the holy name of my son, Jesus, who is courageous and victorious in all things good.

Be on guard that your faith not be put to the test. Pray to our Father to help you. Jesus is always present and loves you dearly. He will guide you through all matters.