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and your Divine Father, has decided to
lift your soul to Him ....
I am making no secret of this, yes! My
Father stood up, His cry echoing in every
heavenly ear; He stood up, He who
fostered you, father-like and who guided
you, offering you as His gift to humanity,
to take you back to Him; being God He
does not fail to see your innocence;
being God, He does not see as mankind
sees and I tell you, He has risen,1 for the
tyranny they inflict on you has
outweighed every measure put together
.... My question to you is: “do you want
your Father who is in Heaven to snatch
you from the tyrants’ hands and from
falsehood’s lips?”
Lord, have I not made a pact with You?
I made a pact with my eyes,
not to see for the first three days of my life.
I had made a pact
with my Creator and my Beloved
to remain in the dark
and forbid my eyes
to see the sun in its glory
and the glow of the moon streaking on me
so that I may accomplish my mission
till the end and glorify You.
My Vassula, to you I ask again: “do you
want to prolong your suffering, My child,
on earth, or do you want to wake up in
the morning in My Light, in Our
embrace surrounded by thousands of
angelic voices where safety, glory and
Sweetness Itself will surround you?”
Ah, my God, my soul thirsts for You.
My soul longs for You.
I could simply say now:
“Come! come and rescue me
to enjoy Your closeness forever.”
My soul melts within me
with love for You.
My spirit can be succumbing
into Your Hands any moment now
and I could be, if I wished,
1 “Risen”, is for “stood up”.
on my way to the House of my God
among the cries of joy and praise
and an exultant throng,
I can be with the God of my Joy!
But, I want to be an object of scorn
among the dead
and their pestilential tyranny of me.
Fatherless I am not, You are with me;
Scriptures say: “If a man is innocent,
You, my Saviour,
will bring him freedom.”
You have given my hand
free play now, to choose.
Holy One, I want nothing for my own
and then, it is You who endowed me
with life, with joy, binding me to You.
And, it is You who watched
each breath of mine with tender care
and so the Song You want to sing
can continue to be sung
for the freedom of many nations
and You can continue
playing on Your harp, my God,
for the Beast will cower before You
in the end.
Use me as an object of scorn
and have me still
where dimness and disorder hold sway
and where light itself
is like the dead of night.
but they are molesting you!
For the greatest of Your Glory! Let it be. Let
them molest me.
My daughter, let it be then as you wish; I
bless you in Our Trinitarian Holiness;
but tell Me: what shall I do when My
Father stands up again?
Remind Him of our pact, Lord.
at this My own Heart melts .... My
remnant, I will save many by your very
wretchedness, by your generosity, but
remember, every motion of yours that
honours Me comes from Me .... so avoid
any tendency to self-esteem .... be
patient for a little while longer; have I
ever seen a wretch in need of love,
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