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You are and how much You love us, and of
how to love You.
I have given you fruit from My own
garden; I wish to fill up your stores with
My fruit;
(I asked Him something which I don’t wish
to write down.)
I know Vassula, let it be like I wish it to
be;
(I could not help but produce a smile to my
ears, it felt so good to have a small ‘chit-
chat’ in this way with Jesus. I felt Him like I
was talking to a good friend, I couldn't help
smiling. I was almost giggling, I was
happy.)
I am cheerful too;
(Yes, He was, it was marvellous!)
Vassula do you know how I delight and
enjoy these moments, these moments
where you talk to Me as a companion?
Vassula, we still have work to be done;
be blessed, I will give you a sign of My
Presence, beloved;
Jesus, what sign, I mean, where?
in your house; I will prove to you that I
am present;
I love You, Jesus. I wish I could please You.
altar! keep drawing from Me and
keeping My Flame in you ardently
ablaze;
May 13, 1987
(Yesterday, May 12, in the evening while
passing the staircase level I was stopped by
this intense odour of incense. The smell
reached up to the second floor. I was
surprised. I went and asked my son if he
had lit a mosquito coil (although it did not
smell at all like a coil, but pure church
incense). He said, no. I left this incident
aside and got busy with other things. One
hour later I wanted to go in the study
where I usually write to fetch a pencil, and
while I entered the study again this intense
beautiful odour of incense passed me by, it
bathed me entirely! I left that particular
spot to see if it smelled elsewhere, no, there
was no odour elsewhere except again
where I the second time smelled it, again it
was there covering me.)
O beloved, when I covered you with My
odour I blessed you at the same time;
Oh Jesus, was that You?
Yes, you felt My Presence; this was My
sign,1 the incense comes from Me;
If only I was sure that evening!
I will give you more signs of My
Presence, My flower; be alert though;
Jesus, my Love,
my Breath, my Life, my Joy,
my Sigh, my Rest,
my Holy Companion,
my Saviour, my Sight,
my Everything,
I love You!
Vassula, love Me fervently; annihilate
into My Body; adorn Me with tender
words, loving words; let My pains
diminish; soothe My Wounds by
imbuing them with loving words;
(I discovered by reading today St. Teresa
that odours do exist. If they are from the
devil they have a horrible stench so she
says. Strangely enough this was like
another proof to me given today to show
me that the incense odour did come from
Jesus. I was very happy!)
1 Jesus predicted the day before that He will give me
a sign of His Presence.
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