Monday, August 13, 2012

'This aborted baby has a message for you'

'This aborted baby has a message for you': Elizabeth Szeremeta’s vision

Note: The following is a transcription of Elizabeth Szeremeta’s mystical experience that she had of Jesus and an aborted baby on August 16, 2005 in Rawdon, Quebec, Canada. The account was emailed to me by Elizabeth. 

On August 16, 2005, a little after 10pm, I was at home in Rawdon, Quebec, Canada. Suddenly I noticed that the light in the dining room, where I was seated at the table, began to get brighter and brighter. In my spirit, I knew that soon Heaven would come down to earth.

I waited. Jesus came.

I have read the accounts of Sister Faustina, a Polish nun who saw and described Jesus. The wonderful Jesus that I saw fit her description, except he was more golden, more glorious. His hair had brilliant highlights. Surrounding him were minuscule particles of gold dust, which danced in the air around him.

Jesus began to speak. He said he was holding an aborted embryo in his hand. He let me see a close-up of this embryo, as if I were looking through a magnifying glass, so that I could scrutinize all the details.

I had a moment of uneasiness. This embryo had neither arms nor legs. There were no details which resembled a baby. All I could see was two cells fused together. Each cell had a darker spot. I was made to understand that this spot was the door through which one could enter in,  in order to obtain all the details on the future development of the baby.

Here is an excerpt of our conversation:

Jesus said, "This aborted baby has a message for you."

I said, "Jesus, why are you speaking to me in French? You know I understand English or Polish better."

Jesus said, "This message is destined for French-speaking people."

Suddenly, I realized I had perfect mastery of the French language. I was thrilled.
Jesus said, “Take a pen and paper to write the message and the music.”

The Baby embryo said to me, "I am a baby who is now living in heaven, along with thousands upon thousands of other babies who are growing up with me. Together we wrote a letter to our mothers, who are still living on Earth."

I asked, "Why did you choose me to deliver this message? I have never experienced an abortion."

Jesus answered, "Because you are able to write music."

Baby embryo answered also, "We like you because you know rejection, as we knew it, while we were on earth."

Then I started to take down the song, as the baby dictated it to me, phrase by phrase, note by note. I noticed that I could take all the time in the world for the job to be well done. No one was in a hurry. When I was finished, I asked some more questions.

I asked, "Jesus, why did you choose this embryo, in particular, to deliver this message?"

Jesus answered, "Because it was the youngest."

I was made to understand that right from the moment of conception, one is already a person.

I asked, "Is this embryo a girl or a boy?"

Jesus said, "I won't answer that question. This embryo represents all of the aborted girls and boys who are now growing up in heaven."

I asked, "Does the baby have a name? If not, may I give it a name?"

Jesus answered, "No, a special grace will accompany this song each time it will be sung. I will let all mothers of aborted babies, who listen to this song know how many girls, how many boys, they have rejected. If they repent and decide to consecrate their lives to me, I will give these mothers an opportunity to choose themselves the names for their aborted children."

I said, "So this baby is waiting for its real mother to pick a name for him?"

Jesus answered, "You have understood correctly. This song will be sung here and there, all over the world." 

I said, “Why is there no mention of the Virgin Mary in this song? I do not wish to imply that the song is not beautiful. But, you understand, I find myself in a very Catholic environment. Surely someone will ask me this question.”

Jesus answered, “All our attention is focused on the biological mother of each baby. Often, these mothers cannot understand that I love them, that I want to forgive all sins. No one can console the mothers. So these babies took this initiative to speak directly to their mothers’ hearts, with no distraction. At times, mothers are a little rebellious … One wouldn’t want a rebellious mother to be tempted to say: ‘You already have a Mother in heaven. You don’t need me.’ In truth, we all need each other.”

I said, “Do you have other messages and other songs destined for Poles or a english speaking people?”

Jesus said, “I have a particular plan for each corner of the world.

I looked at the time. It was not yet midnight. The song was written, the message also. I could see that the time had come for the baby to go back to heaven. No one said to me ‘Till next time’ nor ‘Good night’. I knew that the next morning, I had work to do. It was necessary for me to rewrite everything neatly, so that everyone would be able to understand my handwriting. 


Also, I know that in Heaven there is a library which contains inspired songs, predestined to be delivered to chosen people on earth, at specific times. 

Jesus made me understand that the song composed by the aborted babies was not found among the songs in the library. This song is a recent effort, unique, exceptional. 

My Dearest Mommy

Taught to Elizabeth Szeremeta during her vision by an aborted baby

My dearest Mommy, I am your own child.
God gave me to you, but then you aborted me.
I see you crying your heart out for me,
And I am telling you that I love you,
Oh Mom, I love you.

My dearest Mommy, as I watch from Heaven,
I want to say, that I love you so much,
And at the end of life's journey,
I want you to come and live
in Heaven with me.

My dearest Mommy, up in my Heavenly home,
The strong arms of Jesus
hold me with such great love.
I see the splendor and
Joy of all the saints
We're all so glad
that we can
live here forever.

My Dearest Mommy
Jesus does understand
He wants to forgive and to
Give you His peace and His joy.
Open your heart, give your whole life to Him
And when you do, you'll see,
You will be happy.

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