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True Life in God
Notebook 15
Vassula,
do you remember the
Pharisees?
Yes, Lord.
let Me tell you that many of them are
replicas of the Pharisees; doubting,
fearing, blinded by vanity and with
hypocrisy, do you remember how many
times I have given them signs? I have
given them signs hundreds of times and
what have they done? times have not
changed, many of My sacerdotal souls
are just the same, replicas of the
Pharisees! I have given them signs but
they want signs which could be
explained by proofs; they want proofs;
Will You give them of Your past signs a
proof, and of this revelation any proof?
all that I will give them is you yourself,
child;
But Lord, it’s not convincing, I’m not
convincing, I’m nothing to convince! They’ll
laugh outright in my face.
I have blessed you;
But Lord, I know that it’s You, and a few
others too, but many will disagree, since
there is no solid proof it’s from You. I am
nothing and You know it.
daughter, let Me be everything, remain
nothing and let Me be everything; the
least you are the more I am; I have now
laid My Justice on mankind, upon them
is what they have reaped;
Isn’t there a solution, I mean that somehow
everything becomes like You want and so
Your Justice is lifted?
Vassula, when I will be received and not
denied by My sacerdotal souls now, I will
lift My Justice; I have warned them, but
they keep My warnings hidden;
Please tell me the reason why they do this?
they seem to forget My Omnipotency
and My Wealth, they tend to amass
everything into one thing;
1
they will
believe only if they see; grieving Me,
counting not My blessings;
2
creature! creature! revive My Church,
Vassula honour Me; the hour is near,
beloved, the hour is at hand; Love will
come again as Love;
Thank You, Lord. I bless You.
(These last three days I felt in my soul an
inexplicable agony; between the 1st and the
4th.)
September 4, 1987
(In my private pad Jesus gave me a
message which startled me. I got up
leaving alone that message. Later on, when
I went to write, Jesus repeated that
message. I started to fear. My thoughts as
once before raced to confusion, asking
myself and God, “Why me?” Why has really
all this writing started, why do I feel like
this, bonded with God? How was I before a
year and a half ago, and how I am now.
I'm living in the Truth and I feel
responsible for all that’s happening. I feel I
should please God. Then again doubts,
doubts which made me test Jesus. I came to
him doubting. He knew it. I had in mind to
write my own thing controlling my hand
myself.)
Jesus?
I am; well? you can try again;
3
write
...
write! Love Love Love Love;
(The 3 dots show how I was struggling to
write but couldn’t, then he wrote “write”
and He forced my hand down writing Love
1
Solid proof, concrete, touchable...
2
Then He turned to me, laying His command on me.
3
Trying to control my hand.
© Vassula Rydén
