124 True Life in God Notebook 15 Vassula, do you remember the Pharisees? Yes, Lord. let Me tell you that many of them are replicas of the Pharisees; doubting, fearing, blinded by vanity and with hypocrisy, do you remember how many times I have given them signs? I have given them signs hundreds of times and what have they done? times have not changed, many of My sacerdotal souls are just the same, replicas of the Pharisees! I have given them signs but they want signs which could be explained by proofs; they want proofs; Will You give them of Your past signs a proof, and of this revelation any proof? all that I will give them is you yourself, child; But Lord, it’s not convincing, I’m not convincing, I’m nothing to convince! They’ll laugh outright in my face. I have blessed you; But Lord, I know that it’s You, and a few others too, but many will disagree, since there is no solid proof it’s from You. I am nothing and You know it. daughter, let Me be everything, remain nothing and let Me be everything; the least you are the more I am; I have now laid My Justice on mankind, upon them is what they have reaped; Isn’t there a solution, I mean that somehow everything becomes like You want and so Your Justice is lifted? Vassula, when I will be received and not denied by My sacerdotal souls now, I will lift My Justice; I have warned them, but they keep My warnings hidden; Please tell me the reason why they do this? they seem to forget My Omnipotency and My Wealth, they tend to amass everything into one thing; 1 they will believe only if they see; grieving Me, counting not My blessings; 2creature! creature! revive My Church, Vassula honour Me; the hour is near, beloved, the hour is at hand; Love will come again as Love; Thank You, Lord. I bless You. (These last three days I felt in my soul an inexplicable agony; between the 1st and the 4th.) September 4, 1987 (In my private pad Jesus gave me a message which startled me. I got up leaving alone that message. Later on, when I went to write, Jesus repeated that message. I started to fear. My thoughts as once before raced to confusion, asking myself and God, “Why me?” Why has really all this writing started, why do I feel like this, bonded with God? How was I before a year and a half ago, and how I am now. I'm living in the Truth and I feel responsible for all that’s happening. I feel I should please God. Then again doubts, doubts which made me test Jesus. I came to him doubting. He knew it. I had in mind to write my own thing controlling my hand myself.) Jesus? I am; well? you can try again; 3 write ... write! Love Love Love Love; (The 3 dots show how I was struggling to write but couldn’t, then he wrote “write” and He forced my hand down writing Love 1Solid proof, concrete, touchable... 2Then He turned to me, laying His command on me. 3Trying to control my hand.
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