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God’s Blue Book 89
your brain and makes you depressed. Television brainwashes your
mind and you go to bed the victim of those on the set who made
your moods and fashioned your thoughts. This is happiness? This is
emptiness.
I feel so sad for My sick ones. I want their love so much. I want
to hold them and tell them all My secrets. I want to bestow on them
My gifts—real gifts, not a scarf, not a piece of clothing or a muffin. I
want to give them a gift of knowledge. I want them to have love in
their hearts. I want to give them peace in their souls. I want to give
them a relationship with Me. To know a friend who would die for
you—what else could I say? I lament their souls.
Life is so short and eternity never ends. I am a loving God. Your
soul craves Me like a magnet, but you fight and turn away. Such
emptiness! You will never know! I am the Sacred Heart of Jesus. My
heart shines bright for all My children, not a few, but you are blinded
by your own wills. You are prompted by Satan to listen to his
evil words. You think of your own egos and how you must do exactly
as you want.
I call you to life with Me and you say no. I must be the ruler.
That is why you do not turn to Me. The more you focus on yourself,
the farther you move from Me. The more you focus on Me the more
you rid yourself of you and the closer our union. Die to yourself
that we might live. In your emptiness, you cried out and I came and
your hearts were made full and you knew that you had sought your
treasures down empty paths and you knew that I could fill the soul.
Pray hard for all those lost in sin. They need you today. Keep
praying and offering sacrifices that they will turn their wills to Me.
Only prayer will work. I love each soul and I am working for its
conversion. Only prayers will help. What a beautiful reward to
think you helped someone to turn his life to Me. This is all that matters.
All else is useless.
R.Amen. Alleluia.
November 20, 1993
Study My Passion
10:00a.m.
The thorns in My head cut through to My skull. The pain was
unreal! How to describe such an experience? And I was God! Blood
trickled down My face all day. It didn’t dry up because, as My heart
beat, it would open the wounds. Think how tender your head is if
you pull a hair! The thorns pulled My hair, like the tightness of
curlers, but they cut Me and when they put them on, they hammered
them into My skull. This was for the sins committed in peo-