Notebook 121 True Life in God 131 __________________________________________________________________________________ Archangel will stand up, and all nations will taste what they had sown; the corrupt will stagger in their distress while they realize where their conduct led their soul to be; and a piercing cry of agony will shake the foundation of the earth, but the faithful and the pure will remain unscathed! I look sadly at My Church today and She still lies scattered as the dry bones in Ezekiel’s vision, empty from the Spirit; I have sent famine among nations as a reminder, that without Me, divorced from Me, your lives will remain in desolation and in poverty; I have sent turbulence among nations to remind you of your true foundations; fire and brimstone will be displayed soon to acknowledge your sinfulness, and if you do, I shall keep you to Myself; do you know what those thorns have done to My Body? they have planted themselves in My Body in such a way, that they may be able to grow roots, they have rooted themselves in My Body and their roots have grown now into venomous thistles; these thistles committed crimes in my Body resembling the crimes of Sodom, perversity, pride, gluttony, arrogance, complacency, adultery and adding filthy practices; ah, Lord, You had asked me years back to pull out the thorns from Your Body, but have I neglected to do so? have I failed You? why so many thorns still lie in Your Body? ah, Vassula, you have not failed Me, I have been watching your efforts to pull out of My Body those thorns; but it seems I have somehow not been able to pull out all of them, and You seem to suffer... no, Vassula, you have indeed consoled Me, all of your efforts were not in vain; at all moments your hand never stopped pulling out those thorns, some were uprooted, others remained in My Body since these were hiding in dark corners growing into venomous trees; these are beyond human strength of uprooting them; so what can one do? the only way to uproot them will be by My Own Hand; I will have to burn their roots, snap their branches and in their place plant vineyards, and the vineyards will bear their fruit! disciple of Mine; look around you and you can tell; is there any nation that does not spread terror through the world of the living? indeed your era is an era of darkness, a vision of horror! pain and tribulation has become your daily bread, generation, decreasing your life span and here I Am, giving you signs of My Presence among you, oh, but how indifferent you are! here I Am stretching out My Hands to save you and free you from your misery; have I become so unnoticeable to you, generation? is there any austerity in My Presence? or in My appearance? who tells you that I hardly forgive your sins when you repent? according
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