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Notebook 1-6 True Life in God 11
1987
January 8, 1987
peace be with you, Vassula; it is I, Jesus;
Vassula, come to Me, come and live in
the middle of My Heart;
Do you want me, Jesus?
O I do! I eagerly want you; I want to
entice you!
But I’m not worth anything,
I love you as you are ... be My bride,
Vassula;
How could I!
I love you;
I don’t know how to be Your bride, Jesus.
I will teach you to be My bride, beloved;
Do I carry a symbol for this, Lord?
I will let you bear My Cross; My Cross
cries out for Peace and Love;
I want to make you happy, Jesus.
give Me happiness by never leaving Me,
give Me happiness by loving Me, give Me
happiness by awakening My children;
I need Your strength for all this, especially
the last one!
look at Me;
(I looked at Him; He was radiating
strength, like an aura.)
I am Strength; I will help you, be
blessed;
Are You happy with me? I never asked You
before.
I am happy with you all the time I feel
loved by you;
I wish I could see You materialise!
ask and it shall be given to you; augment
your faith in Me;
(I decided to show the writings to a
Catholic priest here. He condemned them
saying it’s the devil, and that I should stop.
Jesus had asked him if he wanted to bear
the Cross of Peace and Love with me. I told
him that. He said it’s evil. He gave me to
read: St. Michael’s prayer, and the
Memorare of St. Bernard, and the Novena
of confidence to the Sacred Heart; told Me
to read these prayers for the following days
then see what happens.1 I did. I let my hand
write and it came out: “I, Yahweh, am
guiding you.” Four days in a row.)
Lord Jesus I have done the priest’s will, I
stopped writing except letting these five
words come out after praying. I stopped
You from writing to obey the priest. I want
to ask You Lord, why, why did You ask
him, since you knew what will happen and
what a lot of sufferings he would give me!
I am with you daughter, I asked him
because I want him to learn, I want him
to start to understand My Riches, I am
Infinite Wealth!
1 The priest had asked me to stop writing and so I
obeyed him but when I took a pencil, God used my
hand again.
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