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very heavy!! What is freedom? The weight
was intolerable.)
I, the Lord, will let you know what
freedom is, write;
freedom is when your soul detaches
itself from earthly solicitudes and flies
towards Me, to Me; I, God, came and
liberated you; you are free now; when
you were attached to the world, Vassula,
you were a prisoner to all its
temptations, but your soul now like a
dove has been freed; you were caged,
beloved; caged; let your soul fly out
freely, let it feel this freedom I have
given to all of My souls but how many of
them refuse this grace I offered;
do not let yourself be caught again;
tied and caged, I have liberated you;
while I was passing, I saw you in your
cage, withering away slowly and dying;
Vassula, how could My Heart see this
and not redeem you? I came and broke
your cage but you were unable to use
your wings, for such were your injuries,
so I carried you to My abode, healing
you tenderly letting you fly again, and
now My Heart so much rejoices to see
My little dove flying freely and be where
she should have been from the very
beginning; 1
I, the Lord, freed you; I have restored
you; I have liberated you from your
misery; My eyes never leave you from
their sight; I watch My dove flying freely
knowing all the time that you will always
return to Me, for you recognise your
Saviour and Master; your soul needs My
warmth and you know that your abode
now is in the middle of My Heart where I
always desired you to be; you belong to
Me now and I am your Master who loves
you;
(The thought of going to Switzerland came
to me, I fear that I might change there ...)
1 Jesus was saying this with such happiness in Him,
breathing deeply.
Vassula, I will not let you soil yourself
again; do not fear, I will always be near
you cleaning you; I have My reasons for
you to be there;
(I was trying to think God’s reasons. Then I
asked.)
I want My seeds to be sown in Europe;
be My sower, Vassula; live, Vassula,
among people who wound Me; let your
eyes see everything and watch what My
creation has become; let your heart feel
how little I count for them; let your ears
hear how they profane Me and wound
Me; will your soul not revolt? will you
not cry out for Me when you will see and
understand how My people have
forgotten Me?
Vassula, your soul will be exposed in
wickedness, in indifference, in the
depths of iniquities and in the vile
depths of sin of the world; as a dove
flying above them you will watch the
world, seeing with bitterness every
action;
you will be My sacrifice, you will be
My target; like hunters after their game
they will hunt you and pull out their
weapons pursuing you; they will rate you
at a high cost for whosoever could
destroy you;
Lord! What will happen to me?
I will tell you this, daughter; all will not
be in vain; shadows on earth fade out
and pass away; clay will always wash
away with the first drops of rain, but
your soul will never pass away; I, the
Lord, remind you what your answer was
to My question, I had asked you once;
“whose house is more important, your
house or My House?” you answered
correctly that My House is more
important;
I did.
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