Notebook 76
True Life in God
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Father, Source of Life,
Fountain of Eternal Life, Spouse,
Your closeness to me awakened
every fibre of my wretched heart,
enabling me to penetrate
into Your mysteries
and into Your inexhaustible riches.
How could I be counted,
in my wretchedness,
as one of Your heiresses?
Scarcely born I sinned
and I ceased to honour You,
I sinned and I ceased to be.
The clay You had fashioned
had turned into Your enemy.
Your altar had turned into a haunt
of the lizard and the spider,
a mark of ill-disposition and evil,
clearly straying from the Divine Truth.
O feeble soul!
with so very little time to live on earth!
what had you become!
The light of justice
was ready to strike my soul;
Yet You, in Your desire to free and to save,
were far stronger than Death itself,
the powers of Darkness and Corruptibility,
and You flowed on me, Father,
like a River, healing
what was considered fatally wounded;
raising what was taken
for dead and decaying.
And Your teachings, Lord,
accompanying Your visitations,
already now are exceeding
the scope of my human mind.
My Father,
You are compassionate and merciful,
forbearing and forgiving,
so do not avert Your Eyes from us,
but lead us all back to You
in the straight road.
daughter of My choice, I give you My
Peace .... I will grant your prayer, but
when My Love is rejected, what am I to
do? I am taking all means to save you
from the blazing fire and I am going in
all directions seeking by what means I
could save all of you;
Your Holy Spirit is the Breath of Life.
He lifts us, revives us
and graciously makes us
penetrate into Your mysteries.
Your Holy Spirit turns us into
live and sacred Tabernacles,
a Throne for the majesty of Your Son,
a reflection of Your Image
and into heirs for Your Kingdom.
Father, allow now the heavens
to tear open this year
so that they pour out like never before
Your Holy Spirit on us,
then, we will all learn
to love heavenly things
and in Your Presence, we will rejoice.
The dead bones will flourish
and once again praise You, adoring You.
ah,
1
My child, I am glad to hear your
eagerness
considering
your
wretchedness; I will keep My Promise: I
will pour out My Spirit as never before in
history on all mankind to deploy His
power from one end of the earth to the
other, ordering a renewal and a revival
of My Sanctuary ....
2
yet, My Vassula, not everyone is
worthy of My Kingdom; My forbearance
is great but My Justice is just as great; I
will have to unleash before an exhaling
fiery breath, to restore Justice; I will
have to, My Vassula, destroy the Beast
and its followers by ejecting from My
Throne peals of thunder and flashes of
lightning to crush the godless and the
empire of this world; My Justice will
pursue all that does not come from Me;
I am mild in judgement; had I not
been, none of you today would be alive, I
could have destroyed you all at once;
but, as you see, see how slow to anger I
am? who would then venture and say:
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A sigh.
2
I understood it as: God’s people.
© Vassula Rydén
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