A NAME - In
the small city of Naju, in the Southwest of the Korean peninsula,
since June 30, 1985, supernatural manifestations have been
happening that have been leaving the whole 
world marvelling and thoroughly
startled, with the greatness of the Divine zeal to prove
Christian truth and to show above all, through OUR LADY,
that HE loves each one of HIS children in a special
way and wants our love in return. In spite of our weaknesses and
limitations, HE wants that we also demonstrate to HIM
the dimensions of our love.
For this charming Divine mission, the LORD chose Júlia Kim, for her to be HIS interpreter to humanity, transmitting to all the CREATOR'S ultimate Will.
In her own words, the Seer summarizes her life and her encounter with GOD and VIRGIN MARY.
JÚLIA KIM -
When I remember the past, my mind is full of astonishment and
admiration because of Divine Providence.
I was born on the third of March of 1947, in Naju, South Korea. Until four years of age I lived in perfect and complete happiness with my parents and family until the happy days ended when the Korean war began. My father, my grandfather and my younger sister died. My mother and I were survivors and we had to fight with perseverance against poverty and difficulties of several natures in order to survive and to execute the mission of our life. In 1972 I married Júlio Kim and of our marriage two boys and two girls were born. I had to interrupt my studies in the secondary school, because of our poverty, although I liked to study and wanted to develop my learning as much as possible. I had serious problems of health for long and painful years including hemorrhages that didn't cease, although having been submitted to an endless number of exams, treatments and operations without any success, because in the last times they discovered cancer generalized in my body. They announced besides, in a formal and categorical way, my condemnation to death. The technical resources and the specialists' hope had run out. However, there was born in me a mysterious and impressive interior force, because I wanted to live and didn't also want to dismay my mother by transmitting the fateful news to her, she who had never abandoned me and had aided me in everything. Still the disease was very strong and it decimated my body entirely. In several places the skin of my body began to be insensitive. My mother and my husband applied massages in those places in order to recover feeling. It improved, but at times a deadness remained. The blood pressure lowered to an alarming level, and because of problems in the veins, I could not take injections in them nor any alcoholic stimulant. My life truly was turning off slowly. Several women that belong the local Presbyterian Church constantly visited me and they took me for the temple in order to pray and then brought me back, although as a matter of fact what I did want was to frequent the Catholic Church. One day, two of those women, after they told me comforting words and said good-bye, outside of my room, they said one to the other: "I feel sorry for this poor woman, although life is a precious thing, her disease that doesn't have cure is also killing her family". I reasoned: "It is true, why didn't I think before of this?" I pepared a strong dose of potassium cyanide and wrote seven letters: to my mother, my husband, the four children and one to her that could be the future wife of my husband.
THE LIGHT OF GOD SHONE – I thought of my father, in
youth's times, and as 
how to accomplish my sinister plan, when my husband
entered my house, he had come back earlier from work and he said:
"Mel! Some
thing in me wants us to visit the Catholic Church".
On that same day we visited the Church in Naju. Finding the parish priest, I spoke: "Father, if GOD really exists, I can also affirm that HE is cruel. Why must I drink from this bitter chalice? What did I do to deserve all this "?
The priest answered me: " My daughter, you are receiving an incomparable amount of grace in your body. It is grace full of sufferings and pains and that, very special. I didn't receive nor a little bit of this grace. Believe me and think of this truth that I tell you".
When heard those words, a quick reflex silenced my lips, while my face manifested itself in an attitude of credibility. I answered with almost inaudible voice: "Amen ".
Until that moment, my body was cold and without life. Suddenly, it began to warm up, the circulation of the blood increased, the beats of the heart accelerated and I sweated everywhere. The HOLY GHOST began to work in me.
We prayed in Church and after we said goodbye to the priest, coming back to the house, but we also decided to join the Catholic religion and with this object, I acquired a Bible, a book of prayer and a small image of OUR LADY in the store of the Parish.
At home, I placed the image on a piece of furniture in the room, I adorned it with a rose and lit a candle. I prayed and cried, supplicating HER maternal and affectionate protection.
In the third day, I heard JESUS' Voice: " Read the Bible, it is my living Word ".
Immediately I opened the Sacred Writing and exactly in Gospel of the LORD JESUS CHRIST written by St. Luke (Lk 8,40-48), about the woman that had hemorrhage for 12 years. Her faith was so great that she said, if she touched the hem of the garment of JESUS she would be cured and this in fact happened when she reached HIM and touched the hem of the garment of The LORD. In the Bible it is written that JESUS told her: " Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go thy way in peace". (Lk 8,48)
In the following verses there is the story Jairo’s daughter who was dead. JESUS said: "Fear not; believe only, and she shall be safe". (Lk 8,50) Jairo believed in the word of The LORD and his daughter lived again.
Meditating, I understood that those words were also for me, for thus, alone in my room I spoke with conviction: "LORD, I believe; I believe my GOD, I believe sincerely".
We frequented the Parochial Catechism and we studied (my husband and I) the foundations of the doctrine, getting ready to receive Baptism, which happened soon in a few weeks.
Then the CREATOR made a
great miracle... I was cured of the cancer and of all the evils
that infested my body. So happy was I, that I didn't know what to
do to thank GOD, was full of satisfaction and impressed
with such great kindness and compassion. I had wanted to run, to
fly, to climb to the top of highest hill, to be close to the LORD
and to shout, to shout, to shout without stoping, with all the
forces of my small and fragile heart, with the best eagerness and
the deepest tenderness of my soul, a loud shout replete of
immense love, saying: "I
love YOU, I adore YOU, my GOD, light of my life, my love and my
everything ".
It was the way that my poor spirit chose to manifest my sincere
joy and my gratefulness to our GOD and our SACRED
MOTHER. 
I started to frequent the Catholic Church with assiduity and interest. I entered in the Charismatic Movement and in Mary's Legion, because I wanted to be next to the LORD and our VIRGIN MOTHER, exercising an apostolate in honor and praise of our GOD and OUR LADY. My organism was perfect and my disposition at work was enviable. I established a beauty parlor, in order to collaborate in the maintenance of the house. My existence won new life and I was a new person full of happiness and ideals.
Ever since JESUS reestablished my health completely and marvelously on June 30, 1985, supernatural manifestations began, with the tears of our BLESSED MOTHER'S image, also the tears of blood, the spill of perfumed oil that it sprouted from the body of the small image, the grace that granted me sufferings in opportunities defined by HIM, the stigmata of the passion of The LORD in my feet and in my hands, the terrible pains of the crucifixion, everything for the sinners' conversion, in recompence for the abominable abortions that are done and also in benefit of the souls in purgatory so that they may rise to heaven, and finally, all those extraordinary and admired Eucharistic Miracles, that I, a poor unworthy creature, have had the honor of showing in my own mouth, the Body and the living Blood of our beloved and adored GOD.
The LORD is my light and salvation. HE is the very Love that was born and grows in our life. It is a beautiful Love, sweet, full of passion, but demands faithfulness and sacrifice. To make the flower of the love to bloom and to be pretty it is necessary to overcome the difficulties, even to love the sharp cold of the winter and to accept with resignation and courage, the pains that visit us unceasingly, imitating the martyrs, in the same way as they surrender life for greater honor and glory of the CREATOR.
For this, I want to be the LORD’s consoler, I accept all the pains and sacrifices to assuage the deceptions and sadness of the Divine Heart because of the transgressions and our brothers' indifferences that didn't still find the Light of GOD:
"...unless the grain of wheat falling into the ground die, itself remaineth alone. But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit". (Jo 12,24-25)
The pains of the crucifixion are so great that Julia at times dismays. - Chapel of Naju.
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