(The Angel Gabriel was Our Lady's escort)
(Morning, October 5, 2002)
She said, My child, I have come to bring you a message. I also came to let you know that I am here with you. Child, relax! Close your eyes. I would like to tell you a story and I prefer you close your eyes as I take you on a journey with me. Child, I saw this house so brightly lit up, it was just glowing with lights. I knocked on the door and they invited me in to join their Christmas party. I walked in and I saw a real live tree just like the trees growing out in the yard. It was growing right in their living room and under that tree I saw the most beautiful wrapped gifts that I have ever seen, but not one gift was for my Son's birthday. They were for each other. It was my Son's birthday and His name was never mentioned. I was so sad and if my Son had walked in, He would have felt unwanted because they never mentioned Him. I was so disappointed! I was crying when I went back to Heaven and Joseph asked, Why are you crying, Mary?
I said, Joseph, you can't believe what I saw tonight! I saw this house lit up so beautiful that I had to go inside. I knocked on the door and they invited me in. They were very polite to me. They were having a birthday party for Our Son, but His name was never mentioned. All the gifts were for each other, not one for Our Son. Joseph, was I dreaming?
No, Mary, I have seen many! I have seen many houses lit up like that with holiday office parties and Christmas parties, but they were not celebrating Our Son's birthday. They were selfishly celebrating for their own selves. Relax, Mary, it's happening a lot upon earth.
She said, but child, I too see bright lights like Christmas decorations. I too see bright lights like you look up in Heaven on a dark night and you see millions of stars. I look down from Heaven and I too see millions of stars. I see you, my children on earth, some shining bright some dim some burned out some no light at all. You look up and see the stars some too are bright some dim and some fall. This is what I see when I look down.
She said, you my children, are the flowers in my Garden and
I tended to my Garden well this summer. I will not see you again
until the Christmas party and on my Feast Day in March. When I
return in March, I expect my Garden to have grown, to be in full
bloom and to have grown in holiness.