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MESSAGES ON ABORTION


Message on November 5, 1986

I saw the Blessed Mother nailed to the Cross suffering excruciating pains. I took part in her pains. They were so hard to endure. As she was speaking from the Cross, I was repeating her exact words without realizing it. Some of my helpers wrote down what they were hearing.

THE BLESSED MOTHER:

Is there anyone who can lower me from the Cross? Moment after moment, there are more people who crucify me. I am suffering on the Cross together with my Son Jesus.

 


Help me. I cannot appease God the Father’s anger without your help.

Can you participate in my sufferings? . . .

Because of birth control and abortions, I feel extreme pains in my womb. Little lives are roaming about in limbo after having been deprived of their human dignity and treated only as a lump of bloody flesh—which was a consequence of the human cruelty, desecration and failure to recognize the dignity of human life. Pray and soothe their wounds and offer atonements for the sins committed at night.

Do you see the blood flowing out of my throat? God the Father’s just anger is overflowing. Because I love you all, I am holding on to you all even to the extent of vomiting blood. . . in order to save even one more soul that is failing.

I will dwell in you, if you renounce yourselves and come to me. Unite with one another in love. If you do, Satan will retreat. Become apostles of my Immaculate Heart. Console me by doing so.

 

Message on May 12, 1987

The Blessed Mother shed tears from midnight to 8 a.m. I saw her eyes filled with tears.

Julia: Mother, why are you weeping?

Momentarily, I fell down and saw many souls. Some of them were walking with a cane; some did not have any legs; some were without shoulders or arms; some did not have eyes or ears; some had disfigured noses or mouths. They were going somewhere, pushing each other, fighting with each other in noisy and mean ways and falling again and again. I was astonished and screamed. I thought they were the souls in Purgatory.

THE BLESSED MOTHER:

. . .Look! Many souls are going toward hell because of abortions. I have to implore with tears like this in order to save those numerous souls. I intend to save them through you—through your sacrifices and reparations. How can I be unaware of the pains you endure? Now, would you participate in the pains of the little babies who have been abandoned by their ignorant and cruel parents?

Julia: Yes, Mother. I can do anything, if you stay with me.

At that moment, my posture became that of an unborn baby—with arms and legs crouched. My face became red like blood. I suffered for four and a half hours. When these pains ended, pains of delivery began. My face became swollen like a pumpkin and I could not move myself. I suffered all day. The spiritual pains were harder to endure than the physical pains.

 

Message on July 29, 1988

I suffered the pains of delivery and the pains of unborn babies who were struggling and screaming to avoid being killed.

It was Friday, a day of rest, but, in the morning, there were thirteen visitors who had leprosy. Despite the pains, I went out supported by others and shook and kissed their hands. I prayed for them fervently.

As I was struggling with pains alone in the room, Mark and Martha came to say good-bye to me before starting their journey home after many days of work. It was 3:40 p.m. My abdomen was becoming larger and the pains of delivery and of unborn babies began. I entered an ecstasy and heard the Blessed Mother speaking.

THE BLESSED MOTHER:

My beloved daughter! Can you take more pain?

Julia: Yes, Mother! I will take any pain, only if it can help them be saved.

THE BLESSED MOTHER:

Thank you, my daughter! Today five thousand souls will convert and be offered to the Lord thanks to your sufferings. We must let many people know that we are suffering for them. Many souls will also receive the grace of conversion by learning about the images of aborted children.

People are walking on the road toward hell, because they commit cruel murders and yet do not know they are murderers. These little lives are deprived of their human dignity and receive terrible punishments that their parents deserve. Aren’t these punishments too cruel for them?

I am overcome with sorrow, because these innocent lives, precious lives given by God, are cruelly trampled, brutally kneaded, crushed, torn, and killed by ignorant and indifferent parents.

Therefore, I want to show you these little babies begging for their lives and, thereby, convert many sinners and bring them back to me. Tell everyone that a little baby is not a bloody lump, but has a life flowing in it from the moment of conception in the mother’s womb.

Julia: Yes, Mother! Let all the things you wish be done.

  


Pains started, as my posture became that of an unborn baby—with two arms crossed, two hands holding knees, and crouched legs.

"No! No! No!"—there were loud screams because of the pains caused by the steel sticks used to kill the babies. It was hard to describe the babies’ screams.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" These little lives were trying to avoid the steel sticks calling their mothers countless times.

It was no better than hell.

 

With the posture of a baby, I was jumping and rolling around in the room and writhing in pains. Mark and Martha could not handle me and, so, called several other people to come and help. They all became exhausted.

An unborn child who wants to live implores its mother.

Baby: No, Mommy! No, Mommy! No, Mommy! I want to live, Mommy! Let me live! Mommy, let me live! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!! . . .

Repeating these screams countless times, the baby was running around for life. Actually, I had not eaten that day and was completely exhausted. If it were not for a supernatural mystery, I could not have jumped around so forcefully for three hours. I suffered the pains of being killed after struggles four times. . . .

Those who were present in the room wept so much that they could not even pray.

Julia: Praise and glory be to the Lord. . . !

 

Message on March 25, 1991

The Blessed Mother’s statue had shed tears since February 18 and this morning, shed much blood from her eyes and nose. Her cheek, dress and the cloth under the statue became very wet. Her voice came from the statue, which looked so sorrowful.

THE BLESSED MOTHER:

Daughter! Pray more. This world should not be left to be destroyed because of the violence by the devil, the enemy of the Cross, as Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed despite the fervent wish by Abraham, because there were not even ten just people. Too many children are rejecting my eager pleas made with blood and joining hands with the Red Dragon, enabling him to promote errors and moral slackness among people and make them live in sins. Thus, they destroy human dignity by inducing people to commit murders through so many abortions. I implore you, because I cannot look at or listen to these anymore.

Accept me warmly with prayers, sacrifices, reparations and the offerings of consecrated hearts and sufferings. Thus, wipe away my tears and tears of blood shed for you by letting me live in your everyday life. By doing so, you will be preparing a place where Jesus, Who will be coming in glory, can reside.

You must also remember that, as birth comes nearer, pains will intensify. Because governments, peoples and societies are resisting the God of Justice, they become surrounded by a huge darkness. Because they are not opening their doors widely to Christ Who is coming, various tribulations and agonies are resulting.

Therefore, all the children of the world! Become even lowlier souls and follow me with confidence. As the difficulties intensify, I will stay closer to my little souls and become their strength. When all the children accept me well and put the messages of love into practice, the darkness of disorder will be defeated through the light of God’s great mercy. I hope my urgent pleas will reach all the corners of the world through you.

 

The Blessed Mother continued to weep.

 



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