Jesus' last message to Helen, unadulterated

Jesus' last message of love was scribed by Helen on 4/11/78.
In 1982 the publisher printed (in a book of her poems) an embedded special message (scribed on 1/14/78) 
in the middle of the message that was later scribed on 4/11/78 
thus obscuring the special message and distorting Jesus' last message. Hence, the printed poem named "The Fathers Love" is structured this way:

some of the 4/11/78 message, the 1/14/78 message, the rest of the 4/11/78 message

So, the middle of Jesus' last printed  message contains the earlier request for all five messages of love. 

• To benefit from Jesus' messages, it helps to read them in the sequence he gave them. 

If intermingling messages was a good idea, Jesus would have given them to Helen in an intermingled way, but he did not.
Here is Jesus' last scribed message, given to Helen (and us) on 4/11/78, it's about the love that lifts you up the ladder of prayer, and a call for communion with your creator:
“There is a secret place in everyone in which God's gifts are laid, and his to Him. It is not secret to the eyes of Christ Who sees it plainly and unceasingly. Yet it is hidden to the body's eyes, and to those still invested in the world and caring for the petty gifts it gives, esteeming them and thinking they are real. Illusions' gifts will hide the secret place where God is clear as day, and Christ with Him. O let this not be secret to the world so full of sorrow so wracked with pain. You could relieve its grief and pain, and let the peace of God envelop it as does a mother rock a tired child until it sighs and slips away to rest.

Rest could be yours because of what God is. He loves you as a mother loves her child; her only one, the only love she has, her all-in-all, extension of herself, as much a part of her as breath herself. He loves you as a brother loves his own; born of one father, still as one in him, and bonded with a seal that cannot break. He loves you as a lover loves his own; his chosen one, his joy, his very life, the one he seeks when she has gone away, and brings him peace again on her return. He loves you as a father loves his son, without whom would his self be incomplete, whose immortality completes his own, for in him is the chain of love complete- a golden circle that will never end, a song that will be sung throughout all time and after-wards, and always will remain the deathless sound of loving and of love.

O be at peace, beloved of the Lord! What is your life but gratitude to Him Who loves you with an everlasting Love? What is your purpose here but to recall into His loving Arms the Son He loves, who has forgotten Who his Father is? What is your only goal, your only hope, your only need, the only thing you want, but to allow the secret place of peace to burst upon the world in all its joy, and let the Voice within it speak of Him whose love shines out and in and in-between, through all the darkened places, to embrace all living things within its golden peace?

You are my Son, and I do not forget the secret place in which I still abide, knowing you will remember. Come, My Son, open your heart and let me shine on you, and on the world through you. You are My light and dwelling place. You speak for me to those who have forgotten. Call them now to Me My Son, remember now for all the world. I call in love, as you will answer me, for this the only language that we know. Remember love, so near you cannot fail to touch its heart because it beats in you.

Do not forget. Do not forget, My child. Open the door before the hidden place, and let me blaze upon a world made glad in sudden ecstasy. I come, I come. Behold Me. I am here for I am You; in Christ, for Christ, My Own beloved Son, the glory of the infinite, the joy of Heaven and the holy peace of earth, returned to Christ and from His hand to Me. Say now Amen, My Son, for it is done. The secret place is now open at last.

Forget all things except My changeless love.

Forget all things except that I am here.”