Notebook 18 True Life in God 155 you, daughter; rest Me from those who wound My Soul; oh Vassula, if you only knew … My Blood is gushing out again today; Oh God and it’s Sunday! Why? little one, they are piercing My Heart through and through; My God, let them pierce me instead! hear Me, you will be; they will pierce you; come now, allow Me to rest in you, share My Cup daughter; (Why, why is it like this, what is going on, why are they doing this to our God? A God of Love, of Peace, a Father, a Friend? How could they? I feel sick. Jesus is again today bleeding, suffering from our wickedness. The world, one could say, has been kidnapped by Satan, and Jesus is trying again to save us.) My God, you give me so much pain to feel you so hurt. You, only Infinite Goodness and an Abyss of Love, why are they tormenting you? I cannot bear Your sufferings anymore, but I care for Your sufferings, Your pains. Lord, I care and love You. Vassula, My Vassula, victim of My Soul, victim of My Heart, bear My sufferings and share them with Me, drink from My Cup , feel My scourgers; beloved of My Soul, what will I not do for you out of Love? I will allow you to share My sufferings; I have chosen you to be the victim of My Bleeding Heart, by all the sorrows of which yours is capable of bearing; victim of My Soul by all the anguishes, denials and mockeries your soul can bear; come, you will share My Cross; I am your only Love; I have reached My goal; allow Me to be the sweet torture of your mind and soul; you please Me, for now I have extirpated all My rivals, they are all gone; none are left! it is I, your Jesus, only left with you! how I delight! and now let Me love you without restraint; let Me reign over you; I have found a place for My greatness and bounty; I do not love you for what you are, but for what you are not; come, your nothingness infatuates Me, your incapacity leaves Me speechless; Lord, I feel embarrassed. Vassula never seek to be something; stay nothing for every divine work I will accomplish will be purely Mine and not yours; My Church will be one, under one Authority; have I Myself not asked Peter to feed My lambs? have I not chosen him to feed My sheep, have I Myself not uttered these words: “you are Peter and on this rock I will build My Church;” why this arrogance among the nations, these futile plots among the people? I had selected Peter, a man after My own Heart, the rock, on whom I would build My Church; why then distort My Command? Whom are You referring to, Lord? I am speaking to those who scheme and plot against My foundation, do you not realise that your plots will lay futile? Lord, I do not know whom are you referring to. I know, Vassula, all this is obscure to you, but it is as clear as day for those deceivers! My Eyes are fixed upon them; My sword lifted and ready to strike; they know themselves and believe Me, their
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