on July 18, 1985
While I (Julia Kim) was praying, the Blessed Mother
allowed me to participate in her suffering of pains in the chest. After
about thirty minutes of intense suffering, she began speaking through her
statue with a sorrowful, anxious, and indescribably beautiful voice.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
I am sad. Many people still do not believe even after they
saw my bloody sweat and tears saying that these were drops of plain water.
I ask you to spread the truth.
Do you know the Heart of my Son Jesus that has been torn
apart? His Heart is torn apart continually, as human sins increase more
and more and disorder spreads. Mend His torn Heart.
For the prevention of wars and for the conversion of
sinners, let the fragrance of roses spread all over the world. This is
truly a weapon.
My Heart aches intensely because of the unrestrained use of birth control.
Prevent abortions and pray for those who carry out abortions.
Spread the fire of love that is flaming up from my Heart.
The fire of love . . .
I want you to be happy. A husband and a wife are joined
together so that they may lead a happy life. But my Son becomes
broken-hearted when they hate each other and do not forgive each other.
Love one another. Who are your closest neighbors? How can you say that you
love me and love the Lord while you do not even love those in your family?
Sanctify your family by practicing love and harmony with one another. This
is what my Son Jesus thirsts for.
Achieve unity among those who volunteer to do my work. In
doing so, become sacrificial victims. Those who work for me and Jesus are
scattered from one another. As the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit are
One, you must also become one. Become good examples to one another by
uniting in humility.
Message on August 11, 1985
While I was praying, a strong wind blew noisily, almost
extinguishing the candlelight in front of the Blessed Mother's statue. At
the moment I thought the candlelight would go out, I began hearing the
Blessed Mother's voice.
THE BLESSED MOTHER:
Praise the Lord.
Do not weep because of my tears, but look at my Son Jesus
and console Him who wears a crown of thorns and sheds blood and sweat.
Pray for priests without ceasing. They are now like a
lamplight before wind. They are being subjected to temptations. The
windows of rectories are left open. Through the open windows, three devils
(of pride, materialism and lust) are peeking in. Close the rectory
Become sacrificial victims for priests. I am helping them,
too. So, support them to the end, because they are my most precious and
Julias beauty salon and residence in Naju where the first weepings
of the Blessed Mothers statue occurred
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