Notebook 100
True Life in God
1025
I have given you birth, I have opened the
eye of your intellect to understand Me,
see Me and see all the invisible things; I
have opened your ear with drops of
myrrh to listen like a disciple and I
provided you with speech; I have set
your feet on the way I wanted you to go,
accompanied by a prince from the
highest order of Archangels; I offered
you drink from My Cup, so, will My
Hand deal with you harshly? you have
offered Me your life as an atonement for
the rebellion and the division of My
Church; I have been touched by your
zeal and your concern for My
Household; I am pleased that I have not
heard you say instead:
“leave that place, for Your Eyes are too
pure to see what you see, leave them at
their fate and touch nothing unclean
over there ....”
I was simply lost in amazement over
your courage, but I had brought fire out
of you; I opened your mouth ....
beloved, I once said to you, that any
delicacy from the part of My creatures to
restore My tottering House, touches Me
profoundly; I have not, My Vassula,
appointed you only as My just herald but
as My sentry as well over the House of
the West;
when you hear a word of My Mouth
given to you, you are, bound to your
vows of fidelity with Me, obliged to pass
on to those I am sending you, My word
of warning; if you would refuse to pass
on My word to them, I would hold you
responsible; if, however, you pass on My
word to them and they do not repent,
they will die for their sin, but you
yourself will go by unscathed and you
shall not be held responsible nor will you
die;
I have not only appointed you as an
intercessor to the House of the East but
to the House of the West, too; when you
hear Me blazing with wrath for their
rigidity which keeps them separated and
therefore in sin, you are to intercede for
them as you did; My Royal Authority will
then deal gently with My Household; but
as for the proud who would not repent, I
will pluck them up by the roots and in
their place I will plant the lowly; I am
known to overthrow the proud; pride
was not born of Me but of the devil....
so, be rich in poverty and water this
arid land with My prophecies to you; he
who waters will be watered by the King
Himself; then the King Himself will pay
you tribute and will address you in
poetry and hymn; He will fill your mouth
with honey and you shall speak for Him
to the nations;
I will be gracious to you, giving you
more of My friendship to you; be happy,
daughter; your King has favoured you
and dressed you in brocades, perfuming
you in His Presence, while myrrh wafts
from His robes; He has allowed you in
His palace and given you access in His
nuptial chamber; I tell you, daughter: in
My Household I will advance My step
with you; I and you together, with all
sorts of princes of the highest ranks from
heaven in our train and we will enter in
My Sanctuary, while My Presence will
come upon them like dawn; so do not
fumble with the sickle but hold it firmly
and with a good grip too and reap,
Vassiliki, reap! reap where My angels’
fingers point for you to reap and you will
reap the reward of virtue;
give to your King as much as He has
given you ....
I am only a puff of wind,
how am I to give You
as much as You have given me?
You have given me Life!
I will never, ever, ever, never ever,
be able to give You
© Vassula Rydén