Notebook 90
True Life in God
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and when I come out of it,
I am unharmed;
and when torrents of insults
pour on me, like slime, from the evil one,
Your right Hand upholds me,
with words sweeter than honey
and more intoxicating than wine,
while You cover my head
with Your blessings,
adorning me like a queen;
And when my oppressors joyfully breathe
hostility and calumny all around me,
Your Majesty, like a flash of lightning,
sends me a cherub who lifts my soul
to mount him and soar
on the wings of the wind;
then, in Your Peace and in Your smiles,
I gaze from above
on those who keep hailing my death,
but who can never reach me,
while they tremble in their fury and rage;
no, not one enemy
will ever be able to outwit my God;
why, He Himself
shall crush my oppressors;
And now,
I stretch out my hands to You;
let everyone get to know
that Goodness and Kindness
is our God thrice Holy.
I am in your midst; know, My little
Vassula, that the poor will receive more
from Wisdom than the rich, who glory in
their glory which is no glory at all; I have
anointed you with My oil,
1
so that in this
baptismal oil I can obtain victories from
you for My glory but also for your own
sanctification;
In Your sweetness, let me obtain mercy
from You.
I, the King of Glory and your
Bridegroom as well, will satisfy the poor
and you will obtain mercy and the same
sweetness I have given to My Son;
1
Oil here stands symbolically for: ‘Name’.
come and hear Sovereignty whisper in
your ear; come and write down My
Words and treasure them; I am the
Guardian of your soul and from My Lips
you will hear no flattery but
righteousness; come and lean your head
on My Heart so that in that closeness
you can obtain the revelation coming
from the furnace
2
of Love, and when you
will hear Me, Choice-of-My-Son, your
soul will not resist to pursue the path of
righteousness and goodness; then you
will find your joy in the end of this path;
have you not heard, delightful child,
that I, Yahweh, your Creator, am wedded
to My creation and am everyone's
Spouse?
3
day and night you stumble
along, creation, chasing the shadows,
and not even once have you ever tried to
penetrate into this mystery; if so many of
you are perishing, it is because hordes of
you have rejected My Knowledge; you
have forgotten My teachings;
I looked at My seeds and asked
Myself: “what am I to do with them?
they are entrenched in their
deceitfulness; how am I to make this lot,
who cannot tell their right hand from
their left hand, understand that I am
their Bridegroom and all I want from
them is love, not sacrifice; knowledge of
My Heart, not holocausts nor solemn
festivals;”
O royal household of Mine, you have
bartered your glory for shame! have you
not heard that I can lower the heavens to
come down to you? have I not lifted up
My Voice enough for your ear, creation?
for how long are you going to chase the
wind? for how long am I to see you
pursuing shadows? come to Me! My
Heart is like a Lamp to your feet and
from My Lips moistened with grace and
with the dew of divinity on them, flow
2
God means His Heart.
3
Is. 54:5.
© Vassula Rydén