Message from Jesus to Vickie Smith on September 10, 2025
(I received this message within hours of the assassination of Charlie Kirk.)
Before Holy Mass began, I was on my knees praying, and I heard Jesus moaning from the Crucifix. As I heard Him, a vision began to appear with great clarity, in which I saw many souls in a voluminous dark cave. They had their arms reaching up to Jesus, crying to Him! As they reached upward, Jesus moaned… His moans echoed a great longing, and He cried with sobs of anguish.
There was a yearning in His Heart and His entire being. He made a sudden movement. His arms moved to behind His back, as if tied like a prisoner, and He said:
You have tied My hands behind My Back.
There was a yearning in Him to rescue those who were crying out, who I understood were disobedient souls and bound for hell.
You have tied My hands behind My back! Your gift of free will has been squandered! You toss Me aside in so many ways, considering Me only at your convenience. And now you cry out to Me? … How many times? … How many opportunities? … How many ways have I sent rescues? So many falls you have had, not of My doing but yours! I picked you up time and time again, and you made your recoveries as if it was your doing and not Mine—your credit and not Mine! And now, you cry out to Me?
I do not know you. [Matthew 7:21–23]
I have not done this. My hands were outstretched, My hands were open wide, but you confined Me. I called you and you did not answer. I loved you and you rebuked Me out of spite, anger, and rage! I forgave you and called you to come to Me and reconcile yourselves through My ministers, but it was an inconvenience for you, out of your way, putting My invitation of healing and reconciliation aside. These are the very ropes that tied My hands. These are the knots that tightened around My wrist through lies, wars, and arrows of disobedience to My Word, which is Truth and Life itself! All the while, you become more and more disfigured, falling away from My likeness and grasping at lifeless straws, which carry no treasure but ash and death, with no means of restoration.”
O joyless society! This is why you hear My moans, My Heart broken, My yearning so great for your hearts, My hands bound by your outrages. You have picked up the devil’s cross, when I offered you Mine! You have picked up remotes, phones, devices for entertainments, squandering your precious time, when you could have picked up the Word, the Rosary, the Glory Be’s, My victories!
What will you do now? What will you put down? What will you pick up? Time has shortened, your joy is incomplete. While there is still time, turn to Me and untie My hands, that I may save you from yourselves!”
Turn! Turn to Me, My Will, My Way, My Life in My similitude! And your joy will return.
