Dictated by Our Lady, 1986 (THB: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious)
MYSTERIES OF THE ROSARY
Dictated by Our Lady, 1986
That night, so long past, I was alone – deep in prayer a great
light came into My little room illuminating it more than any
lamp. From this light stepped an Angel of God — His goodness
emanating from his being. I was taken aback, thinking at first
he had come to reproach me, but his words were calming. I had
found favor with God he told Me. His message to Me followed,
and I could say nothing but “yes”, for since My earliest memory
I was obedient to God in all things. He spoke of My cousin and
then left, leaving My humble room quite empty and forsaken.
I would ask all mankind, then, to be obedient to God’s will in
their lives in all humility. Praise be to God!
I went quickly to My cousin Elizabeth’s home after receiving the
Angel’s message. Though the journey was quite arduous, I knew
in My heart that upon seeing her I would receive confirmation of
all the Angel had spoken to Me. Indeed, upon My arrival she told
Me the babe in her womb had jumped for joy as I approached.
So aged was she but yet with child. I had no doubt she had been
given a great gift from God. Empowered by The Holy Spirit, I
spoke from my Heart, speaking of generations yet to come and
of the great miracle God was bringing to earth through the power
of the Holy Spirit.
My dear people, in praying this mystery, I would ask that you
reflect upon so great a God that He can answer all prayers. For it
is through God all things are possible. Perfect your prayer lives
and come to Him with expectant faith. He will always answer
in His way, in His time. Praise be to Jesus!
It is impossible to describe in terms of earth the joy and awe
of that night. All things leading up to this joyous event caused
anguish. The trip so long and arduous, the separation from
our families, the lack of proper dwelling upon our arrival in
Bethlehem. Yet, when My eyes beheld My Infant Son’s
countenance, so fresh from Heaven, none of the trials could I
remember. He was all holiness. In His presence Our meager
surroundings faded from sight. I felt the presence of Heaven on
earth. He could have chosen to come into the world in the palace
of a king — sharing all the comforts of the world. Yet this was
not his choice, for He was not of this world. His kingdom was
with His Father in Heaven. As He grew, He never chose the world
or its pleasures but kept His eyes ever on His Father’s kingdom.
So I ask all who pray this mystery of My Rosary, pray for this
same spirit of detachment. This grace is indeed vital to salvation.
Those who worship the things of this poor world cannot truly
say My Son is first in their lives. In His omniscience He knows
the hearts of all men and shall not welcome into His kingdom
those who place Him last in their hearts. Praise be to Jesus!
When I recall this mystery, the Presentation of My Infant Son
in the temple, I have mixed emotions. I recall the many days of
prayer and sacrifice leading up to it. Joseph and I wanted our
Son to be blessed in a most special way. Then we set out so
that according to Jewish custom We would arrive in the temple
when He was of proper age. We took with us a simple offering of
some birds. He was blessed having been presented to the priest.
Several times while we were on the steps of the holy temple
a man of some years approached us, his name being Simeon.
At one point, he asked to hold My Beloved Son, and so doing
spoke most prophetically. He thanked God for sparing him for
that moment, then told Me that My Soul too would be pierced
with a sword. Indeed, I knew at once of what he spoke, for My
Cross throughout the rest of My life was the knowledge of Jesus’
future. I knew He would suffer a torturous death, one that I would
witness. I knew that his darkest hour would be brightened by
His resurrection. At once, I was saddened and peaceful knowing
He, whom I held in My Arms, would redeem mankind. I held
all these things in My heart, pondering them as I cared for My
Divine Son. Joseph and I set out for home, both of us reflecting
quietly the events of the day. Later Joseph spoke to Me softly of
what Simeon had spoken, hoping to calm My fears. But I, with
the wisdom God had given Me, knew the day was coming when
I would indeed suffer as too would My Son. It was the Cross I
was to bear for 33 years.
FINDING OF THE CHILD JESUS IN THE TEMPLE
When Jesus was twelve years of age, Joseph and I took Him
to Jerusalem for a holy day celebration. We were not alone but
traveled with a large number of family and friends. It was on the
way home I started to search for My Beloved Son among the
group we were traveling with. At first, I felt sure I would discover
Him tucked away in a corner asleep or speaking of God the Father
to His cousins and friends. As the hours wore on, I grew more
and more distraught. Joseph decided we should return at once
to Jerusalem fearing He had been left behind.
Now it was many days journey to return. The heat was
overwhelming and added greatly to our burden. As we again
approached Jerusalem, Joseph suggested that we search the
temple first as this was the place most pleasing to My Son.
It was late in the afternoon. The shadows were already growing
long. As we mounted the huge stone steps of the holy temple
I felt a great sense of peace. Even from the top steps we could
hear His voice echoing through the great stone chambers. Joseph
found Him standing in the midst of several learned men speaking
profoundly on writings of a prophet from ages past. My heart
was flooded with joy as He placed His youthful Hand in Mine
We told Him of the great concern He had caused us, not
withstanding the long trip back. He asked if we did not know
He must be about His Father’s business. I turned this over and
over in My heart for many years to come. Yes, He was about His
Father’s business, but it was not yet time. He, in His great and
overpowering love of God, could not wait to share with others
His infinite knowledge. It was an act of love that took place that
day, not an act of disobedience.
Jesus returned with Joseph and Myself to our humble home. He
was never disobedient to us but humble in all things. He grew
under our watchful eyes to maturity.
AGONY IN THE GARDEN
While on earth, I was not present during My Divine Son’s agony
in the garden, and I did not see His great anguish at the thought
of His approaching death. As His Mother, however, I felt within
My own Soul a pressing sadness which consumed My entire
Being. I knew He thought of the injustices to befall Him often
during the last months of His life.
Now in Heaven, I possess all knowledge and can relate to you
the events as they took place. My Son, aware of the violent death
He was to suffer for all mankind, took His eleven Apostles into
a nearby garden, the purpose being to pray. Now Judas was not
present as he was already about his dirty work. The Apostles were
very weary and fell asleep, but My Beloved Son noticed nothing
of His surroundings once He became enveloped in prayer. He saw
each blow of the scourging. He felt the weight of the crossbeam
on His Shoulders. He knew each Muscle and Nerve that would
be severed by the nails. He saw the sinfulness of mankind not
only at that time but in the future as well. He saw atrocities of
war and terrorism, the degradation of the human body, the hate
man would hold in his heart for his brethren. At last He saw the
many lukewarm souls who were acquainted with Him at some
point in their lives but chose, and continue to choose, the world
over Him. At this point, He addressed the Father and asked for
the cup of suffering to pass Him by. But finally with a deep
resignation to the Will of the Father, He said, “Not My will but
Yours be done”.
I tell you — none of earth have or will suffer mental anguish as
did My Son in the Garden of Gethsemane.
SCOURGING OF JESUS AT THE PILLAR
I witnessed this Myself. My Beloved Son was led by the soldiers
to the courtyard. Their treatment of Him was particularly rough.
They chained His Wrists high up on a pillar so that His Flesh
was pulled taut, thereby making it more easily lacerated. He
was stripped of His garments. The whips that were used were
not ordinary whips. They were so designed to tear and gouge
at the victim’s flesh. A soldier stood on each side of Jesus and
took turns assailing His Sacred Flesh. In all, He sustained over
5000 wounds. When all was done, He was left standing in a pool
of Blood. For modesty’s sake, He again covered Himself and
was led away leaving behind bloodied footprints. By this time,
His Head throbbed from dehydration. How I longed to comfort
Him. I was so grief-stricken at the sight of Him. The soldiers,
knowing well their craft, had stopped just short of rendering Him
unconscious. So now in His Divinity, He knew well each pain
that still awaited Him.
I would ask, that you console Him in prayer and penance. Thank
CROWNING OF JESUS WITH THORNS
The soldiers were not content with the brutal scourging they
inflicted on My Beloved Son. Now they draped His Body with a
garment as for a king, all done with a gesture of mockery. They
knew not that they had before them the King of Kings. They
fashioned a crown for Him of thorns which grew close by. These
thorns were much longer than what you imagine. They placed
His crown upon His Sacred Head and proceeded to bow before
Him, mocking His royalty. They struck the crown of thorns with
long sticks, thereby forcing these instruments of torture into His
Sacred Head. This caused the Precious Blood to flow down His
Face into His Eyes and in so doing blocked His vision. But He
loved them so. Yes, He loved deeply even these who tormented
Him. With great humility He bore all. He could have, with one
sigh, beckoned all the Legions of Angels to His aid, but He chose
to suffer in humility for all mankind.
JESUS CARRIES HIS CROSS
My Beloved Son, His Flesh torn and pulled from the Bones, was
now given in His weakened state the crossbeam of the Cross
to bear upon His Shoulders. His whole being trembled with
weakness. His vision was now blurred from the ceaseless flow
of Blood rendered by the crown of thorns. He later told Me that
He continually saw passing before Him, as He bore the weight
of the Cross, the millions of lukewarm souls that His sacrifice
would mean so little to.
But He was prodded on, both by the soldiers and by His
eternal love for all humanity. There were the agonizing falls until
another was pressed to assist Him. When I met Him, I could
barely look Him in the Eye, not wanting Him to see My great
distress, though he felt it, I’m sure. His look was one of
resignation and at the same time compassion for Me. He fell
many times on this road of atonement for sinners, each fall
rendering Him more and more debilitated. Finally He reached
His destination. There He sat Himself down and with great
anguish offered a prayer to the Father. In all that He suffered,
He showed great patience.
CRUCIFIXION OF JESUS
They put a type of harness about My Son that He might be led
like an animal. This girdle aggravated the Wounds He sustained
during the scourging. The great crossbeam was given to Him
to bear upon His torn Shoulders and with much disgust and
contempt He was led to Golgotha.
Once there, He was unleashed and allowed to sit upon a rock
while the Cross was prepared for Him. Now He was wringing
His Hands and looking towards Heaven as though desperate for
assistance. At one point, He was laid upon the Cross still on the
ground so as to fit it to His Sacred Body. The holes for the nails
were then bored into the wood. This accomplished, they called
Him back to lay upon the Cross and have His Sacred Flesh
pierced by the nails.
Now He felt the blows of the mallets before they were even
struck, and long after. Some adjustment was made with two
of His Limbs, which did not reach the prepared nail holes. He
also suffered as though upon the rack as His Arm and Leg were
dislocated from their Sockets.
Now the Cross was erected. It was not very tall, I being able to
touch His Feet. But I could not bring Myself to lay a finger on
His tortured Flesh. As He hung in agony, the unknowing soldiers
cast lots for His poor piece of clothing. They were so detached
and unaware of their deed.
Now the sky darkened. Many onlookers began to take their
leave. My Son spoke little but each word carried great weight.
He addressed St. John and Me. I knew as He spoke to Me that
it was not just John He gave Me to Mother but all of mankind.
This I accepted gladly.
Towards the last hour of His life, He was little able to move,
to breathe, and His speech was quite hoarse, though still clear
enough to understand. As He took on the sins of mankind, He
felt abandoned by the Father. At last, He gave up His Spirit.
Now the earth began to tremble and heave as though sighing over
its loss. Still, I waited as a foreigner came to claim His Body
for burial. As His limp Form was loosened from the Cross and
lowered to My Arms I wept in sorrow. I could not hold Him as
long as I wished because of the lateness of the hour. They took
Him from Me.
RESURRECTION OF OUR LORD
I felt deep within My Soul that My Son would rise from the dead.
Yet on that first Easter Sunday, I was still steeped in the miseries
of Good Friday and My Heart ached for His presence. We set
out for the tomb early as the sun was rising. Some carried oils
hoping to better preserve His Body, as He had been prepared for
burial with great haste on the previous Friday. My companions
moved past Me as we were passing Golgotha. I paused at the
spot marked by the Cross He had been taken from. There was an
empty hole to mark the place where it once stood, nothing more.
My Heart burned inside of Me; so much did I long to see Him. I
was deep in prayer when a Hand reached out to Me. It was His
Hand, wounded by His enemies. His Face shown in Heavenly
brilliance. He smiled as My tears filled His Wounds. He said,
“Victory is Ours”. He remained but a few more moments. I
understood He yet had a mission to fulfill. He vanished as quickly
as He came. My Heart was gladdened as I proceeded on My way
to the tomb filled with the joy of the Resurrection. All praise
to the living and true God. All Praise to Jesus Christ. Alleluia!
ASCENSION INTO HEAVEN
The Ascension was accomplished in a quiet manner, as are all of
God’s miracles. There was no great fanfare, nor tearful farewells.
We were walking towards the town of Bethany. Christ stopped
and turned to face us. His Body seemed radiant as the sun. His
Wounds gleamed with the glory of God. He raised His Hand
in a final blessing and gazed on us with much love. Slowly, He
drifted away from earth. As He ascended to the Father a cloud
gathered beneath His Feet. It appeared luminescent. We could
see His outstretched Hands that seemed to embrace all of earth as
Heaven opened for Him. The Father, I know, received Him with
victorious joy. We, that were left behind, did not feel sadness at
that moment but joy and peace of heart. We were all at once in
the presence of two Heavenly beings. They urged us to continue
on our way, and we did.
DESCENT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
We were all assembled in a large room — the Apostles,
friends of Jesus, and Myself included. Many were frightened
fearing the same fate awaited them that Jesus underwent. There
were many confused hearts and hearts that simply missed His
We were in prayer when the air in the room began to stir, though
the air outside remained quite still. This breath of air became
a gentle breeze and began to move through the crowd there
assembled. Some that It touched fell over as though asleep. As
this Breath of the Spirit approached each Apostle, tongues of
flame appeared over their heads, and then they sank to the floor
as though dead. I, Myself, slept in the Spirit for quite some time,
and as I rested, I saw My Beloved Son smiling down at Me, seated
on His throne at the right hand of the Father. My Soul was so
steeped in love for Him I could not move.
As we all started to come back to ourselves, we realized that
this was the gift My Son had promised to send us — the Holy
Paraclete, My Divine Spouse. Those, who had been grieving
for His presence, arose filled with joy. All confusion vanished
in the presence of wisdom and knowledge, for truths were now
revealed that were heretofore hidden. The Spirit now enlivened
the hearts of the Apostles devouring their fear. They burst into
the streets proclaiming the good news. When they spoke, all
understood the message no matter what their native tongue. Such
was the beginning of Christ’s bride, the universal Church. All
Praise to Jesus Christ!
ASSUMPTION OF MARY INTO HEAVEN
Now while at table with many of Jesus’ friends, I felt as I often
did, a great longing to be with Him. This time the feeling was
much stronger than ever before. I could not hear or speak, for My
Soul yearned for His Divine Presence. At last, I felt a great peace
come over Me, and I fell asleep in the Spirit, this time never to
awaken. My soul ascended quickly to His Heavenly kingdom,
and once again, I was able to rejoice in the light of His Presence.
Now My dear Son was not about to allow My undefiled
Body to suffer the ravages of the grave. He summoned the
Archangel Gabriel and My beloved Guardian Angel to His side
and instructed them to collect My bodily remains and escort it
to Heaven. Such joy, such elation I experienced in My soul as I
saw My resting body borne on the wings of Angels to Heaven.
At Heaven’s gate, Saint Joseph and Jesus stood instead of the
Angels and brought this Virginal Sanctuary through the gates of
paradise. There, amidst the praise of all, My soul and body were
once again made one.
What a grace, what a sublime gift He gave Me. Now do I appear
both body and soul throughout the earth, carrying messages of
reconciliation and peace, messages My Son places on My Lips
for all mankind. All praise to The Most High.
CORONATION OF MARY AS QUEEN OF HEAVEN AND EARTH
Since God the Father so deemed My Immaculate Conception in
His great majesty, I was given many graces. I was His obedient
Daughter finding any wrong repulsive. I was to Christ the Son an
Immaculate dwelling, a loving Mother. The Holy Spirit found in
Me a most willing Spouse ready to accept God’s designs for Me.
So then upon My Assumption into Heaven, God in His great
goodness chose to crown Me Queen of Heaven and earth. I
am the Mediatrix of all His Grace. I am Co-Redemptrix of
humankind. I lead all to My Most Beloved Son, so that they may
share in His kingdom. None that come to Me with sincere hearts
shall be left wanting. All praise to Jesus Christ!