Notebook 31 True Life in God 291 Holy Mother; Vassula, cling to all that I have given you; you are not the first prophet My own condemn and treat unjustly; no, you are not; My best friends inflict upon Me My deepest Wounds, they have not understood, they know not what they are doing; their hearts are troubled, troubled by the fact that I have chosen you, My child; troubled that I can come upon Wretchedness and love her too; they have not understood My Heart which is an Abyss of Mercy; many of them are vindictive; when they say their daily prayer to the Father, do they come with a clear conscience to Him, asking the Father to forgive them as they forgive others? how could they ask the Father to forgive them when they have not forgiven you to this day? they would not hesitate to judge you, they cry out for peace but there is no peace, not one of them repents of their wickedness; where is your ardour of Peace, where is your desire of unity? if today you are divided it is because of your wickedness, of your Unforgiving spirit; where is love? is there any love left in you, creation, is there no wisdom left in you? I, the Lord, have said that even to the least of you I will give and that through men speaking strange languages and through the lips of foreigners, I shall talk to the nations and still they will not listen to Me; My Vassula, do not worry, persecutions there will always be; you, beloved one, hold on to what I have given you; you are now My daughter because you are moved by My Holy Spirit; so cling to Me, be steadfast; I shall never forsake you; Glory be to God for the Mercy and Love he has shown upon me! be confident, you are in your Abba’s arms; we, us; Yes, forever. January 27, 1989 I, the Lord, love you; I am the Principal of your life and let it always be that way, for I Am; remain in My Light, gratify Me by bringing souls to Me; caress Me with your childish words; never cease praying, be always aware of My Presence; treat me now as a King, offer Me garlands of love, offer Me prayers like incense which reach Heaven, offer Me souls to redeem them, offer them to Me so that I thrust them in the Furnace of My Sacred Heart, I want to make out of each one, a Living Torch of Love's Furnace; honour Me now and evangelise with love for Love; come, praise Me; Praised be the Lord for having looked upon Wretchedness and having lifted me. Praised be the Lord for rising me from the dead. Glory be to God for descending and bending all the way to us to redeem us from evil. Blessed be the Lord for the compassion He has upon His children. Amen. feed from Me; come, us, we? Yes, my Lord. January 29, 1989 (I saw last night a symbolic dream: I entered a Church full of people. Mass was still on. It was crowded and people
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