Just then the guy in the meditation said for us to ask Jesus to take us to the Garden, the Garden of Eden. So as this rainbow fire continued to consume all of us, Father God was still standing up by Mother Clare’s desk with his arms outstretched. As soon as I asked that question in my heart, He turned to me smiling, and now gesturing with his hand for me to come to him. So I stood up to walk to him. However, immediately upon standing up, my garment changed into the most beautiful, colorful summer gown, radiating with the fire of the Holy Spirit, and I had a golden crown on my head. I walked up to him, and we were face to face. He then smiled at me and grabbed my hands. When he did, we were now in the Garden of Eden.
All I could see was the greenery, so beautiful, full of life and color. I then heard the laughter and giggles of many children. Even before I could grasp all I was looking at, I turned around to see a group of kids, ages 2-5, running towards me as they all tackled me. The younger ones grabbing onto my leg and the older ones grabbing my waist. They came with such energy that they knocked me straight to the ground. I thought for a moment, this might hurt, but when my head hit the grass, it was as soft as a pillow. It was as if the grass itself caught my fall.
The Children began to tickle me laughing hysterically as God the Father roared with laughter…it sounded like a thunderous laugh. I began to laugh as they tickled me, the grass began to tickle me too which made me, and the children laugh all that the more. It was quite amazing and hysterical. Finally, a few of the older ones pulled me up and I realized the brilliant gown I was wearing was now a colorful summer dress and I was barefoot. I immediately saw, behind Father God under one of the trees, Blessed Mother. She had a white garment, with a blue mantle and a golden crown on her head and she was just smiling. I rushed to hug her and said, “Blessed Mother”.
She hugged me firmly, smiling. Then, as I let her go, from behind her came my Grandmother. She died 5 years ago at the age of 89, but when I saw her, she was so youthful, as if she were in her 30’s. I jumped with joy and yelp saying “Grandma”! We hugged tightly as she laughed, and oh how I miss her laugh. It was very unique and contagious. Just as I let go from our hug to look at her face, three of the young children were at my side. Two grabbed both of my arms and began to pull me away. Giggling, I turned to my Grandma, a bit confused, laughing, because I knew the children were up to something. But she smiled and waved me off as if to say it was okay, I should go with them, as Blessed Mother and she both smiled.
So I gave my full attention to the children who now brought me to one of the trees in the Garden. One of the children, a young white boy maybe the age of 5 with a tooth missing, pulled a fruit off the tree. He said, “We heard of what you liked and this tastes like your favorite fruit.” I thought to myself, how could they know what my favorite fruit was? The little boy impatiently beckoned me to hurry and test it. It was big, the size of a peach but moon-shaped and yellow. The kids kept looking at each other with excitement, giggling.
When I bit into it, I was overwhelmed by the taste, it was soooo good. It tasted like mango, but with the sweetness of a strawberry all at the same time. They laughed hysterically, tugging on me with excitement when they saw my face. I ended up falling on the ground again as the children gathered around me. I then saw a hand stick out from the tree trunk with two pieces of fruit dangling from their fingers, a strawberry, and what looked like a plum.
By the hands, I knew immediately, it was Jesus. As he stepped out from the tree trunk in all white, smiling as the children giggled and clapped with excitement. One of them asked, “Can she stay with us”? Jesus replied, “Not permanently but she can come here any time she wants, as much as she wants …she just has to believe.” One of the children, a young black girl, about the age of 5 with a spunky attitude and a contagious smile, looked at me as she leaned on my shoulders, and turned her nose at me and looked with confusion and said, “Can I pray for her faith?”
Jesus smiled and nodded at her to proceed. Then God the Father, Blessed Mother, and my Grandma all came much closer to me and stood behind me as the three children were still gathered around me. Her prayer was so simple but so powerful as she laid her hands on my chest and said, “Lord please help her to have great faith and come back to visit us again”, and everyone said, Amen”. I looked at the children in amazement as they all gazed at me.
I then asked, what were their names? The young boy with brown hair and a tooth missing said his name was Christopher; slightly chubby and so cute. The second child was a young white girl, around same the age of 5, with long blond curly locks. She said her name was Isabella. The third spunky black girl, with a dimple and a contagious smile, said her name was Annette. She was the one who prayed for me. I could feel such love and joy from these young ones.
Just then two toddlers ran to me and plopped in my lap. I looked at them for a while because they looked like my sister. I looked up at Jesus who was smiling, and I immediately knew they were the twins, of my sister who had a miscarriage 3 years ago. Their names were Ava and Jacob. They were so precious as I hugged them, and they were smiling. Then I saw my nephew walking in from the right side of the garden and he was in all white, with a t-shirt and paints, smiling radiantly. He had a great smile when he was with us, on earth, and just died last year of an overdose.
I did a message about him when he was in a coma. We prayed and Blessed Mother said the Lord answered our prayers because, in his great mercy, the coma gave him an opportunity to repent. As we prayed, he was visited by St. Padre Pio who gave him absolution and prepared him to be with the Lord before they pulled the plug, and for our family to say goodbye. She said that if they had allowed him to be revived and come back to life, here on earth, he would have lost his salvation later in life. So God decided to take him now so he could be saved. He was only 24 yrs. of age. I jumped up and ran to him hugging him.
As he said, “Thank you, thank you”. I couldn’t get a word out before more children came rushing up, now on my nephew. It seemed that they knew him very well and the children loved him. They all pulled at him saying “Cameron, Cameron, please pick me up. Do it again, it’s my turned”. He laughed as I step back to see all the children gathered around him. He smiled at me, then began to pick the children up, one by one, tossing them in the air as they giggled, laughed and all pulled at him awaiting their turn.
My grandmother then came to my side and gently tucked her arm, under mine and pulled me away, and said, “He now works with the Children in Heaven so he can learn how to love”.
I was amazed as I looked back at him so full of life, joy, and truly so childlike, not at all full of pain and burdened as he was right before he died. Then my grandma walked with me a few steps. I could hear the giggles and laughter of children all in the Garden as Blessed Mother, Jesus and God the Father were busy with the children. My Grandmother smiled at me and said, “Pray, pray and believe.” Then I came back to myself as I opened my eyes, now on the mountain and in awe of all that I experienced in such a short amount of time, which seemed like forever. A part of me wondered, “Was all if all that truly real?” I know, I am a mess. the Lord is helping me to believe thanks to
Anette’s prayers. And I’m looking forward to Anette’s prayers. And I’m looking forward to going back and seeing all of them again.
God bless you guys until the next message.