FUNERAL BELLS ARE TOLLING FOR YOUR COUNTRY.
FUNERAL BELLS ARE TOLLING FOR YOUR COUNTRY.
FUNERAL BELLS ARE TOLLING FOR AMERICA!
Vision and Message to Claire Rose-August 8, 2002
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Aug 30, 2002

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To all readers of Bridess of the Most Blessed Trinity website:

Claire Rose writes: Please join us in person or in spirit on Saturday, August 31, 2002 as we spend the day in Prayer for our beloved priests.

I want to thank everyone who prayed for us to have a safe and fruitful mission trip to Mexico. I share with you a message received from Jesus on the last day that I was there.

Thursday, August 8, 2002 Today is my last day in Mexico. We went to visit the Basilica in Saltillo before going shopping for souvenirs & gifts to bring home. The whole Church, Altars, Paintings and Statues are very beautiful. I was following a little behind everyone else, but I could hear Father (a priest) describing different things to us.

I found myself standing in front of a St. Joseph altar. The statue of St. Joseph was way up in the air, high above me. I looked up at him and asked him again to help us to build the Church that Our Mother has asked for.

I could feel someone on my left looking at me. I turned my head and even with my face was the Sorrowful Face of Jesus. I was looking into His Eyes. He was alive! He was carrying a big dark and heavy Cross. He was leaning toward me. His Eyes were moving. His Mouth was moving. His clothes were dark and dirty. His Precious Face was dirty with dust, blood and sweat. He was moving His Mouth, trying to talk to me. His Face got bigger, closer. Tears began to well up in His Eyes. They flooded down His Face. He leaned forward toward me. I fell to my knees. I could not take my eyes off of His Eyes. I vaguely remember putting my arms up toward Him. I wanted to hold Him, to wash His Beloved Face, to wipe His Tears away. Tears of Blood then came from His Eyes. His Face became bigger than life-size. He leaned closer. The Cross was so heavy. I thought for a moment He would fall into my arms.

Then Jesus spoke:

"My bride, do you love Me?" I said, "Yes, I do." I thought of a marriage vow.

"Feed My shepherds."

"My dove, do you love Me?" I said, "Yes, Jesus, I do."

"Feed My shepherds."

"My own little seed of love, do you LOVE ME?" I said, "O Jesus, You know I love YOU!"

"Feed My shepherds. For they will feed My sheep. Let nothing or no one turn you from the course I have set before you."

I understood what Jesus meant because just last night a holy nun had caused me to doubt myself and what I receive. She had told me that it was more pleasing to God to keep your spiritual life hidden. I told her that we have different calls from God.

Then Jesus said:
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"FUNERAL BELLS ARE TOLLING FOR YOUR COUNTRY.

FUNERAL BELLS ARE TOLLING FOR YOUR COUNTRY.

FUNERAL BELLS ARE TOLLING FOR AMERICA!

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FEED MY SHEPHERDS. Follow and obey My chosen priest."

I heard Father's voice in the distance say: "We are going outside now." Jesus said: "Obey My Priest! Follow him!"

Without hesitation, in obedience to Jesus and Father I got up and left Jesus still alive to go outside. In the alley one of the young girls from our group came to me & asked, "what happened?" I said "Jesus spoke to me." She began to cry and she said "I saw him, too!"

As soon as I could I told Father what had happened. We walked around a couple of shops but I did not see anything. I bought nothing. I was still seeing Jesus' Face, His Eyes and hearing His Voice. I share this in obedience.
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