HAIL HOLY HEAVEN! That which possess my Beloved Queen of The Universe, and the sweetest recipient of The Stigmata Saint Faustina, a loudspeaker to my soul. Through her pain and sacrifice, I have learned so much. Beside her stands The Mighty Procession of Saints, The Seven Legions of Holy angels, The Invincible Lord’s Army, and the most recent three thousand souls that were released from Purgatory on behalf of morning sacrifices & devotion, however frail they might have been. I pray that the Lord considers prayers from a pathetic and unruly sinner such as myself an absolute and utter miracle, and honors them as such.
First and foremost, I want to thank my Suffering Christ for his selfless sacrifice on that horrific day 2013 years ago. The fact that his limbs were dislocated, every inch of his skin was torn and bleeding, and massive amounts of pain seared through his innocent body pains me so much that I can hardly see through the tears to read the Novenas, but yet do not want them dismissed as I can ever cry enough for being the hammer that shoved those nails through your priceless skin and bones crushing them mercilessly. I hate myself for being a sinner, and choke on my own breath as I say thank you for that sacrifice.
Secondly, but with no less devotion, my heart melts as I think of my beautiful Holy Queen and the precise moment when she begged her son to turn his shielded eyes towards my scarlet heart for the sake of every breath my Earthly Mother never failed to use to beg for the conversion of my pathetic and unruly soul.
Sweetest Mother Mary, you seem to me to be the hardest working woman in the universe, and I apologies as I thank you for wasting your precious moments on a scarlet heart like mine, and as well as being ashamed that you know of my horrific deeds and blackened soul, at the same time I cry out in joy that some little smidgen of myself has enough potential to offer to Heaven some minute prayers that could possibly add to the efforts of Heaven in what little time it has left to collect the souls of The Invincible Lord’s Army. I promise you here and now my Heavenly Queen that if I may be allowed to at least sweep the crawl space of Heaven when my body expires, that I will devote all of my time available throughout my remaining days to conform to the Holy Will of The Almighty father, and your Son Mercy. As time permits, may my efforts achieve more and more on Heaven’s behalf, store my prayers in your treasury!-as soon things of the world will cease to be important, and more and more I look for spiritual enlightenment to make my heart swell.
Lastly, I beg to you Lord Jesus to send me multitudes of projects to do in your name, and on your behalf, those being quick or long term, and especially hard cases as I will never give up my efforts, and never stop making atonement for my past sins, and for those sins of others in this world. I owe you so much! I beg you to look away from my smoking habit as it is the only thing that provides in your favor a sacrifice in the morning when I am constantly craving to inhale smoke, but only inhale the breath that cries out to you instead for the sake of Holy souls in Purgatory, and to unendingly repeat your Divine Mercy Chaplet for whomever Your Will needs a sacrifice to be delivered to on that day. And I must add that I hardley ever want a cigarette around you, and for that, I am gain thankful.
May the candles I lite in the mornings bring your Holy Spirit down to the bodies here on Earth that they are lit for including but not limited to my dear husband’s conversion, John J. freeman III, Ted Thornton, Paula Harris, John Freeman Jr., Nalda Freeman, Tom Pendergast, Alicia Cavender, Angie Anderson, Darlene Gimbert, Mary and Tony Upham, for the continued conversion of my own soul Loretta Freeman, my father and his wife Walter E. Thornton and Geneva Thornton, my son’s teacher Michelle Jackson to whom the Special Mother’s Blessing has been given, The entire Spencer Family on our street, Mary Jane Mitchell, Edward Freeman, Darlene Gimbert & Ashley, Joyce Jones who sits at the cross, and for the Holy souls in Purgatory whom are so dear to God and who are never in danger of loosing The Almighty’s Favor, especially Louise Anderson, Dorothy Manby, and last but not least, the lowliest and most unlikely recipient of any prayers said here on Earth (especially every last suicide) be devoted to that miserable soul.
Holy and beloved Queen of Heaven and The universe, please come to their assistance with one drop of water from the Fount of His Mercy to quench their shriveled tongues, and provide for them the hope of everlasting life in the presence of the Almighty Father. AMEN!
P.S. I have never EVER before wanted the end of our Earth to come, BUT I do now, for the sake of his Bitter Passion, put the souls in Purgatory out of their misery!AMEN!