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Vassula, they know not what they are
doing; beloved, strive with your God, be
willing to face My sufferings and share
them with Me;
I will, to console You; remember those who
love You!
they are the beloved ones of My Soul; I
need more of these souls, immolating
their hearts for Me; I love them, I trust
them, they eat from Me; they are My
sacrifice, they are the smooth petals,
which replace My thorns; they are My
myrrh;
Vassula, do not fear; we will penetrate
deeper still where darkness prevails; I
will lead you;
(Later on my soul started to feel God’s
bitterness. Every thing, every food or drink
which came into my mouth tasted bitter.
He made me drink from His chalice. I then
had problems in breathing, my soul and
body ached.)
June 15, 1987
(Yesterday I flew to Hong Kong (for our
holiday). While in transit in Bangkok,
something happened. I sat to read at the
transit hall at the end of a row of chairs.
Suddenly in front of my feet an Arab threw
a carpet, totally ignoring me, with two
others behind him, and fell to the ground
worshipping God. With quite a loud voice
attracting much attention. I felt awkward,
as no one was sitting around me. I felt I
was disturbing as I was just in front of
them. I didn’t move. Their voices rose
higher and someone took a picture of the
whole awkward scene, from behind me.
Later on God told me: “this man said
his prayers loud enough; enough to
attract a lot of attention, he was heard in
transit, but in that hall only, the walls
heard him, My Heart never heard a
thing, all the words remained on his lips;
nevertheless, I heard your voice in spite
that no one heard you and no one knew
what you were telling me, but it came
from your heart not from your lips;”
I did not want to write this down
because of fear of discrimination, but God
told me, “ what have you to fear, I am the
Truth, and does this not also happen
with Christians too?”
Today we made a tour with a bus in the
town and outskirts, suddenly instead of
these tall buildings, I saw huge Black
Crosses,1 I thought it was my imagination
but I heard God's voice saying: “no, it is
not your imagination; they are My
Crosses;” When seeing “Consumers’
Paradise”, I thought that if I had to live in it
I would die, it would be torture for me; and
to think that a year ago I thought it was
Paradise!
God does not want to spare me from
saying this too. At our tour bus the guide
showed us a super-villa of the richest man
in Hong Kong. He told us there are two
millionaires very well known by name in
all Hong Kong; God’s Voice came in my
ears saying: “But I know not who they
are; they belong to the world;”)
their riches are worldly riches; they have
nothing in My Kingdom;
(God took over to write this Himself.)
beloved, I am giving you signs; be alert,
Vassula, believe what you hear from Me;
I’m thinking of the Arab.
holiness was missing from him; even you
could see it;
(Later on:)
O Vassula, do I not deserve more
respect?
(I feared this, I had no opportunity to be
with God writing so I took my chance in the
1 I remembered the words “arid lands”.
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