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you, daughter; rest Me from those who
wound My Soul; oh Vassula, if you only
knew … My Blood is gushing out again
today;
Oh God and it’s Sunday! Why?
little one, they are piercing My Heart
through and through;
My God, let them pierce me instead!
hear Me, you will be; they will pierce
you; come now, allow Me to rest in you,
share My Cup daughter;
(Why, why is it like this, what is going on,
why are they doing this to our God? A God
of Love, of Peace, a Father, a Friend? How
could they? I feel sick. Jesus is again today
bleeding, suffering from our wickedness.
The world, one could say, has been
kidnapped by Satan, and Jesus is trying
again to save us.)
My God, you give me so much pain to feel
you so hurt. You, only Infinite Goodness
and an Abyss of Love, why are they
tormenting you? I cannot bear Your
sufferings anymore, but I care for Your
sufferings, Your pains. Lord, I care and
love You.
Vassula, My Vassula, victim of My Soul,
victim of My Heart, bear My sufferings
and share them with Me, drink from My
Cup, feel My scourgers; beloved of My
Soul, what will I not do for you out of
Love? I will allow you to share My
sufferings; I have chosen you to be the
victim of My Bleeding Heart, by all the
sorrows of which yours is capable of
bearing; victim of My Soul by all the
anguishes, denials and mockeries your
soul can bear; come, you will share My
Cross;
I am your only Love; I have reached
My goal; allow Me to be the sweet
torture of your mind and soul; you
please Me, for now I have extirpated all
My rivals, they are all gone; none are
left! it is I, your Jesus, only left with you!
how I delight! and now let Me love you
without restraint; let Me reign over you;
I have found a place for My greatness
and bounty; I do not love you for what
you are, but for what you are not;
come, your nothingness infatuates
Me, your incapacity leaves Me
speechless;
Lord, I feel embarrassed.
Vassula never seek to be something; stay
nothing for every divine work I will
accomplish will be purely Mine and not
yours;
My Church will be one, under one
Authority; have I Myself not asked Peter
to feed My lambs? have I not chosen him
to feed My sheep, have I Myself not
uttered these words:
“you are Peter and on this rock
I will build My Church;”
why this arrogance among the nations,
these futile plots among the people? I
had selected Peter, a man after My own
Heart, the rock, on whom I would build
My Church; why then distort My
Command?
Whom are You referring to, Lord?
I am speaking to those who scheme and
plot against My foundation, do you not
realise that your plots will lay futile?
Lord, I do not know whom are you
referring to.
I know, Vassula, all this is obscure to
you, but it is as clear as day for those
deceivers! My Eyes are fixed upon them;
My sword lifted and ready to strike; they
know themselves and believe Me, their
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