Gathering of Love With God's Action in Plantagenet, Ontario,
Through his instrument, the Girl of My Will in Jesus 

2015-02-28  – Evening

I Love God More Than Myself and More Than My Possessions

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The Girl of My Will in Jesus in the Holy Spirit: Can you hear, Lord? We’re singing your Glory. You gaze upon your children and they listen, and they want to adore you, the King. You give birth to this need within us, this need to love you. Yes, our souls want to cry out, “You are King, you are the Son of God, and you climbed up onto the Cross to save us.” This whisper, it travels the mountains. Can you hear it, Lord? It is the echo, it is the echo of our voices. From valley to valley, we have walked; we have encountered so much suffering. We want to place those sufferings in our hearts and present them to you.

I love you, Lord. Do you want to take my sufferings tonight? I don’t understand myself. I don’t understand the suffering of my children because it is so great. Yes, I have cried out, I have cried out within myself so that you could listen to me. I beg you, Lord, heal us, tear away from us all that does not belong to us. I ask this before your Mother. Take the pain, Lord, take the pain known to our flesh.

Jesus: Come to me, my children. Come closer. Do as your God asks of you. Gather together, my children. Be one. You belong to God. Tonight, I will heal. At this very moment, I am removing certain sufferings from your minds. You believed that you were alone; you believed that you had been abandoned; you believed that what was part of your lives was just a source of suffering to you. I am placing my Thoughts in your thoughts. My Thoughts heal, they are powerful; they turn you into children who slowly draw closer to the splendour of God. You belong to God. You do not belong to the spirit of this world.

God has placed his Presence within you; do you not feel it inside yourselves? I am there, in front of you. I am also in front of all my Father's children, for when I look at you, I am looking at all my Father's children. A single sick thought against you has nourished so many children. I have the power, my children, to go where you are not able to go. Trust in your God. So, go ahead, my children, think good thoughts about yourselves. In those moments when you were no longer able to appreciate who you were, I, I was saying to you, “I love you. I love you just as you are.”

I took from within you your thoughts that were destroying you and I made you strong so that you could face those moments when you had to take a look at yourself. O, impure thought, look at yourself today; you are wearing the mantle of love, for like this mantle, I have covered you with my unconditional love. I poured my Precious Blood and this has made your thoughts so beautiful. I tore that impurity away from you, and tonight, I remind you of what I have done for you: I took your repaired thoughts and I presented them to my Father. Do you have faith in this?

Tonight, I am begging you to come closer, come and give me, come and give me the darkest thoughts in your life; come and lay them at the feet, at the feet of this monstrance, so that you may look at what I have done for you. I have taken you there, to the foot of my Cross, by my Mother's side, so that you could recover your strength. Come, I am waiting for you.

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What I am, I am so for you. At every instant I give my Life for you; at every instant I am teaching you to be yourselves so that, before my Father, you can be children who are loyal, loyal to your “I love you.” Each of you has my power within him, and your power nourishes the power of every “I love you.” It is up to me to make you truthful, it is up to me to make of you beings who are pure in thought. All your thoughts must nourish the being that you are, all your thoughts must be a nourishment for those you love. You have brothers, you have sisters – love them. You have children, you have grandchildren – love them. Look after my Father's family; he has entrusted his family to you.

Do not forget, my children, that you are priests, kings and prophets. I nourish your lives with my Life. Are you ready to do as I ask of you, my children? (A: Yes.) At times, you will encounter difficulties. It will not always be easy for you to remain pure in thought, but believe in me, believe in the One who died on the Cross. I am King, Prophet. I am Priest and I carry you within me.

Little children, I have given each of you a dwelling place and it is within you. Whether you have an external dwelling place, whether you are without an external dwelling place, what is important is to recognize that you have a dwelling place within you. Love, my children, love yourselves.

There will be no more poverty; there will be no more tears; there will be no more illnesses; there will be no more persecutions, for you will have nourished your flesh with love. You heard that the homeless children had recognized love? They know they have lacked love, but those who have everything did not know that they were lacking love. They had replaced love with material possessions: you were poorer than the poor homeless. They had been raped, they had been forgotten, they had been mistreated. You, you raped yourselves, you forgot about yourselves, you mistreated yourselves.

Tonight, I will heal, my children: I will heal flesh all over the world, I will heal hearts, I will heal thoughts that are most painful, because you are giving of yourselves, you are giving of yourselves out of love. Do not stop loving yourselves. Learn to be what you are. Yes, my children, sing, sing, sing for your God. This is an act of thanksgiving for all I am doing tonight among my Father's children.

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The Girl of My Will in Jesus in the Holy Spirit: Lord, give me, give me love; give me enough love for myself, Lord, so that I can renounce material things. Do I need more than two pairs of pants, Lord? Do I need more than one winter sweater, Lord? Does the smell of my own sweat nauseate me, Lord? Whatever emanates from my flesh, Lord – I'm supposed to love it! Do I need to wash myself over and over again, Lord? You, my God of love, you smelled things that I myself did not want to smell, and I didn’t want to smell what others didn’t want to smell on me. Whether they didn’t want to endure my faults or my sweat, what difference did it make? I want to live as you lived, Lord.

Oh, Lord, teach me to love who I am! What is the use of all these rags if they imprison me in a vain flesh, in a flesh that is afraid to be what it is? God doesn’t ask us to be dressed like kings. We’re dressed like kings, and never happy, we start over every year according to the dictates of fashion. Why? Because our spirit is a prisoner (uses the feminine version of “prisoner” in French). Oh, I just used the wrong word… it’s “prisoner” (uses the masculine version). Well, I just realized that I'm a prisoner of grammar. Studying made me proud because I notice my faults. Who notices my faults? Me. And so, Lord, teach me, teach me to put up with myself. Yes, I had cancer. What does it mean to have cancer? It lasts for a time and then, whoops, maybe it’s over. What merit do I have in all of this? I have no merit. I will have some when I take my shoes off and I walk barefoot in the streets…

Do you remember, Nicole, when we went to New York State? We made a friend. His name? Larry. He had no shoes. He didn’t need any; the calluses were so thick that he was protected from the cold and from pain. He was comfortable with who he was: himself. And do you remember another friend? She had nothing left. Where was she from? From the same place. Where did she sleep? In abandoned cars. They knew how to love. They had left everything behind, or rather everything had left them! But they had learned to be satisfied with what they had and they didn’t cry at night. No, they always had someplace to stay.

Nicole: He would sleep at the door of his son’s place, remember?

He wouldn’t go in; no, he was okay where he was. And her, she never complained like we do: “It’s cold tonight, isn't it? I need a blanket. Here I am, in this big hall, and my feet are cold.” She would go to sleep wherever she found a spot. Do you know where he found his strength? Do you remember, Nicole? He would go into churches and he would talk to the saints, because he knew that they were loved by God, and so, he felt loved by God. And he would say thank you when he was given a meal. He wasn’t proud: “Hey, what will they think of me if I ask for charity, if I ask for food? I'm going to go work.”

It’s not a sin to work! No, no, don’t give up all your work! We need doctors, we need bus drivers, we need nurses, we need teachers! But do you know how wonderful it would be if they did this in the streets? Yes, we would be fulfilled. Who filled our lives with all these useless needs? Do we need huge houses? Of course not.

And so, tonight, I am asking the Lord: “Give me the grace to divest myself and especially the grace to divest myself of the opinions of others, and in particular, those of my family. What will my son and daughters think? I know they’ll love me anyway. Do I have this courage? Do we have it tonight? Well then, begin by turning off the heat in your room. If it’s 10°C, well, thank you, Lord, I have a blanket. We’re used to our 17°C or more; we want the tip of our nose to be warm. Let’s begin, let’s begin slowly.

Lord, tonight we dare to ask you, I dare to ask you tonight to follow in your footsteps, to renounce the things the spirit of this world has shown us. If, in an instant, the three days of darkness were to present themselves to you, after those three days are over, then you’ll be happy with one sweater and a pair of pants. Your closets… oh, what am I going to wear today? There won’t be any more of this. What peace! How many changes of clothing did the Lord have? He had one garment: he was fulfilled. And so, the Lord will look after our sweat.

We have to have the Spirit of God in our spirit. Yes, we want to experience the three days, don’t we? We want everything in our minds to be purified; we all want to benefit from the graces of the purification. Oh, but there's a small price to pay: it is the price of love. I love myself more than my clothes; I love myself more than my shoes; I love myself more than everything I have accumulated around me; I love myself freely: to be free, to love and to be loved. Those who are in the streets have discovered what we’re looking for: freedom. Yes, sometimes, and even quite often, they sleep on an empty stomach. Yes, often they shut their eyes and wonder: will somebody love me one day?

When I first started doing this, in the very beginning, I presented myself in a hall in Montreal. A young woman came forward to speak to Jesus through me. She said, “Jesus, heal me. At three years old, I was thrown out of my home, at three years old!” She hid behind a garbage can. Every night, when she closed her eyes, she relived these scenes. She didn’t want anyone to see her because she knew she was in danger out there. Three years old! She never found love, because she didn’t feel capable of loving others and to let them love her. She was over thirty years old. An entire life carrying that around! She wanted to be healed.

They need love. The children of God need love, tiny newborns need love. We are mothers; are we there, opening our arms wide at every moment of their childhood? Of course not. Mothers have to go to work to pay for their big houses, to pay for their trips, to pay for their wardrobes, their car, their leisure activities. These tiny, tiny babies of only a few months go from one pair of arms to another. They’re entrusted to us by God the Father and what do we do? We entrust them to other people! God the Father knows us. And we, do we know the people to whom we entrust our children? Do we pray for the people who are going to take care of our children? Are they going to love them the way we should love them? What are we doing? We’re lacking in love for ourselves, and so, we give what we are to our children.

In the world of love, there won’t be any daycares. In the world of love, there will be one family like Mary, Joseph and Jesus: the Holy Family. The family! We will be one family, we will be a family of love. Wherever there are material possessions, that is where there is the least amount of love. Wherever there is poverty, wherever there are needs, that is where love is found. This is what we have become – we, the materialistic. Most of us have white hair, right? And so, we must pray, we must have good thoughts, we must be a nourishment for our children, our grandchildren.

Canada needs strong arms to carry all of the children of Canada. The children of Canada need love to believe that love exists, true love! In other countries, people believe in the existence of true love. Nicole and I have been to countries like Columbia. We went to Venezuela. Well, these countries aren’t very rich, but we were very comfortable; and we also met people who were living in the slums. What love!

When we arrived in Columbia, Father Ruben was all smiles. Do you know why? They were waiting for us with huge signs, and arms open wide to hug us, ready to squash us, and with roses. They were happy. Nicole and I just wanted to arrive without making a fuss and why is that? Because we come from a country where messengers, or those who repeat, are expected to stay in their place, in a little corner, way in the back, so that no one will consider them as role models. We’re deranged because we love God – this is announced, discussed. And so, when we arrived there, we arrived with our woundedness, but they, they were welcoming two people who were coming to talk about God.

We were asked to speak on the radio. We heard our God talking about love to people who were killing God's children. There was a person who called and who asked over the telephone if God would forgive him? God spoke of love. He made himself a beggar of love. He rocked his child in his arms. When we left the studio, people were waiting outside to see who had repeated those words. Most of the people waiting there had experienced violence: members of their families had been murdered. If you only knew the number of people who were consoled by Jesus that day… because a family member had been kidnapped, murdered, tortured. Oh, there were so many! But having heard Jesus speak, hearing that answer he gave to that person, had made them all love. They were filled with forgiveness, they were filled with joy.

And so we were very well received; we were loved over there for who we are. And we saw a great deal of suffering, but we walked side by side with love, true love. The man who was our driver, Isaac, was the person who received us in his home. He never left home without taking food with him because on every street corner, there were children who… what’s the word… juggled or danced for food. And so, Isaac always had something in his car for them.

This is what we experience in other countries, where there's poverty. As for us, we roll up the windows of our car when we drive into Montreal; we lock our doors, all four of them, right? And if someone knocks on our window, our heart starts beating faster and faster! Yes, fear overcomes us. Why are we afraid? Because we’re afraid of ourselves. We’re afraid to go inside ourselves, where our guts are. We’re just like my father used to say: we’re cowards. Yes, we’re afraid of our own shadow. Well, if we were truly aware that we’re afraid of our own shadow, maybe we would begin to confront fear and say: “Hey! You have no business being in my life. Get out of here!” But we’ve turned fear into a friend.

It knows how to make us go shopping. “Hey! I'm afraid of missing out on the sales! I'm afraid of not having the kind of house I want. This is only my third house, but the one I want is that one over there! I'm afraid of not buying the right make of car. Is it this one or that one? Which one is best for me? I'm afraid of getting sick. I need my vitamins, I need to eat well.” Lord, teach us to be true. We’re afraid of illness, aren’t we? Our knee hurts… oh, oh! I won’t lower my heating to 10 degrees; I might get rheumatism! Well, the Lord will have to teach us a few things.

When I went to Otterburn Park, Mother Mary spoke to us of a certain person. Do want to know who? It was Saint Francis of Assisi. She asked us to strip ourselves of our belongings. She started by saying, “Deprive yourselves of the television a little at a time, my children. Prefer to watch movies about saints, watch cartoons. After you have watched them a hundred times, you will turn your television off.” We weren’t ready, were we? Hey, the news! How am I going to dress tomorrow if I don’t know if it’s going to rain? What am I going to look like at lunch? Everyone will be discussing what they saw on television: I’ll have nothing to say. When I go to a party, people will be talking about a certain movie, a certain actor… Hey! I can’t participate anymore; I'm not up to date with anything. Who is this new person they’re talking about? Wow, I have to keep up with all of this!

And she has just talked to us about getting rid of our things, of being like Saint Francis of Assisi! Is she talking about our clothes? What?! But she did say, “I won’t mention these right away.” She knows us well, doesn’t she? But she did say something that was very important: “I will hold you by the hand. Give me your hand. In moments of darkness, you will feel my hand.” Mother Mary holds our hand. We need her to be able to give up our material possessions. What use are all these things? Yes, it’s true, they keep us warm, they help us to look good, don’t they? Yes, but they also lead to our ruin. We must ask Saint Francis of Assisi to help us. And, there are other saints, as well. You may be thinking, “Hey! We aren’t saints!” Well, we are in the process of becoming saints. We’ve lost our halo; we’ve replaced it with our nice hairdos.  

But in the world of love, we will live simply. The Lord has just said, “You had better start right away.” So, let’s ask God to help us. And let’s go to bed, but not before receiving a blessing. We have priest here who speaks English and we have another priest who speaks French. Hey! We’re going to be spoiled tonight!

French-speaking priest: I came here two weeks ago with a group of 18 to 25 year olds. After the adoration, a young man said, “Starting tomorrow morning, I'm going to say my rosary. Not because I have to but because I have just understood that when a little child gets up in the morning, he skips towards his mother and he tells her that he loves her; and well, I want to tell Mary the same thing. So, starting tomorrow morning, I'm going to say my rosary too because I want to tell Mary that I love her.”

Therefore, we’re going to ask Mary to grant you a restful sleep, that she be present throughout the night, and that she also be present tomorrow for the coming day. I ask all angels who have not been solicited to help, to accompany you, all of you here tonight. I am certain that there are enough unoccupied angels so that at least one can come to each and every one of you. And by the power of the Church, I bless you in the name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Good night!