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True Life in God
Notebook 96
today you call out, generation: “my
God, I am in anguish for my family and
for myself; I writhe with pain from this
burning wind;” but to this day My
sayings are ignored and are not taken
seriously; you gasp for fresh air, while
you are burning inwardly, and yet, when
My Holy Spirit of Grace descends in
power upon you to set you free and
comes in glory to you so that you inhale
the Breath of Life, the Breath of God,
that is the Holy Spirit, your rebellious
and unruly hearts continue to reject Me;
My Return is imminent but neither
this nor its meaning have been fully
grasped by you; and so it is My Vassula,
My Love for all of you compels Me to
bring forward My Return;
Almighty Power,
Wisdom and
Goodness will prevail not before long;
ecclesia will revive in its Triune Glory;
blessed is he who allows Me to reside in
his soul;
blessed is he who leans on My Bosom
and allows Me to embrace him, his soul
will be recognised
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in My Courts from
the odour of My fragrance upon him;
blessed is he who receives My Word
and keeps it, he would be adjudged holy;
tell this generation and especially
those who do not know Me that I, in My
Divine Love, who have given you
mystical graces to raise the Church,
embellish it and give Her Sources of
Living Water, am the Author of this
revelation and am holding back the even
greater graces of My Power, for these
will be given to you later on and in due
course;
You have given me freely
from Your Own Goods;
Lord, Lover of Life,
Your gift of Mercy
has saved me and many others;
Glory be to God,
praised be His Holy Name.
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Accepted.
rest now, My Beloved, in your Resting
Place;
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the tuneful heartbeats you hear
are My Sighs of Love for each one of you;
come, we, us?
November 11, 1998
My Lord, most gracious,
I beg You to come and cultivate my will
that it becomes Your Will,
stripping it and transforming it
to be nothing else but Your Divine Will;
come and kill everything in me
that offends You
so that by this clement gesture of Yours,
in the day of Judgment
You would find me faultless
and agreeable in Your sight;
Jesus,
because You have died
out of Your exuberant love for me,
to give me life and happiness
and be able to share
Your Kingdom and Your glory,
mark me as Yours for eternity.
My priest,
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continue to place garlands of
love on My Head; replace My thorned
Crown that this generation forces
joyfully on My Head and continues to
drag Me by force into new Gethsemanes;
I have, in My exuberant love, but as well
as in My agonies similar to those of
Gethsemane, written all these pages to
all of you so that you believe in the
power of My Holy Spirit who bears
witness; reverence Me in your heart,
Paraskevi, by giving Me your time to
write down again My words filled with
sighs and sorrows; never cease praying
and keep your mind focused only on My
immutable Divinity;
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His Sacred Heart.
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1 P. 2:9.
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Jesus then gave a long sigh.
© Vassula Rydén