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was no big statue, or even small. There
were no shiny red-scarlet curtains. There
were the ordinary worn-out, yellow-red
curtains I had seen, but no statue.
She did not understand it. But I did.
Below the curtains was an interior door.
She pushed it and it was a church. I said to
her, “This is why we came to Turin, to go to
this church, called Madonna di Rosario, to
repair. The Church of St. Mary. The huge
beautiful statue you saw was to pull and
bring us here. Our Mother called us. She
gave you the apparition of Herself in
statue, big so that it impresses you, to pull
us here. And She wants Her candle lit in
Her Church, to amend for the priest’s
words.” We entered and it was such a
beautiful Church. Mass was on. We stayed
till it was over. We went forward to a
golden statue of St. Mary and Jesus as a
Child, and it was there we lit her candle
praying for Jesus to forgive us and him.)
Jesus, is this correct?
Vassula, yes, it is exactly as you
recounted it;
I will lift you to Me as soon as you
accomplish your mission; My Soul longs
for you; Vassula hear My Mother;
Vassula, tell Ismini how much I love her;
child, I gave her this image of Myself to
attract her attention and lead you into
My Church; beloved ones how I love
you; honour Us, beloved, honour Us;
amend for your brethren;
remember how close We are to you
all; Vassula never get discouraged for I
am beside you; lean on Jesus always;
daughter, think of Jesus’ Passion; live
for Him, glorify Him;
Only with Your help and the help of Jesus
am I able to do all this. I want to honour
You.
I love you all; I bless Ismini; I have
blessed her and her husband in My
Church;
I bless You, St. Mary.
I bless you too;
(Later on:)
Forgive me, Lord, for My total
unworthiness and failures and lack of
every good, making me offend You by this
in Your presence.
I forgive you fully;
I love You, dear Lord.
every time you tell Me I love you, I
overlook all your wretchedness, letting it
pass by and stop My divine Justice from
striking you, Vassula, for indeed you are
wretched beyond words; you soothe My
anger by telling Me you love Me;
(Jesus seemed severe, I feared Him.)
I fear You.
I am Love, so do not fear Me;
Oh Jesus, I wish I wouldn’t be so wicked
and ungrateful and spiteful.
I pity you and it is out of pity I seldom
flare up against you;
I know I don’t deserve a drop of grace on
me, You have been too good to me, patient,
You never got angry with me. You only
loved me with my mistakes. You spoilt me.
Vassula, for such is My Mercy!
Jesus.
I am;
My God.
I am;
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