Notebook 122 True Life in God 151 __________________________________________________________________________________ your soul; humility together with a true metanoia attracts Me, it infatuates Me; Lord, reveal Your Light in the obscurity of those who live in darkness, look down from above to a wretched world and if I dare say, a dying world… ah, Vassula! I am all compassionate and I grant My Light to anyone who beseeches Me; and as I did then in the Upper Room, sending to them My Holy Spirit while they were sitting and praying, so will I send My Holy Spirit on anyone who seeks Me with a contrite heart! to obtain My Divine Light, one has to abstain from any worldly attraction; any worldly ambition, and they will be rewarded and healed; yes, Lord, we are devoid of Light without Your Presence! indeed, for human nature is corruptible and devoid of light; I am the Elixir of the entire universe and the immensity of My Light transcends all things, everything, piercing any existing darkness of the soul; anyone who welcomes Me will be born of Me and will be transfigured in My Light to resemble Me; many then will see Me in that soul, as many have seen Me on you, daughter of My choice; on them too I will become their Garment. I will continue increasing in you while you will be decreasing; I have been revealing Myself in a mysterious way in you, as I am God and above every spirit; did you know, Vassula, that your heart is My hiding place? ah, You take me by surprise, Lord! hiding from what, in this wretched heart, and from whom, Lord? I am hiding from the clamour of the world, My Ears are too sensitive to hear their strong arguments and quarrels, the clamour is too loud for My Ears, love in its silence is missing, peace is hardly there, even among My sacerdotal souls; I wanted to share My pain with you as a Spouse who shares with his spouse His feelings and secrets, his worries and sorrows; this is the reason that, finding My sweet repose in you, in this hidden small corner of your heart, I am able to write through your hand, while whispering in your ear My enflamed love I have for this wretched world; while doing this Work with you I find My consolation, a moment of rest; I have deigned to choose you for a dwelling; and in this silence I, as a Scribe, am able to write My Canticle of Love, hoping that the clamour of this world stops after having discovered My Canticle of Love; wishing that their clamour will take form into praises for Me, their Bridegroom, their Divine Lover; and that their vehement arguments will turn into silent worship… My Presence in you gives you as well a vision of My Majesty; I have been gracious to you even before you were born and I have sent you My Holy Spirit, Friend of man, to befriend you and bring you to repentance; the Holy Spirit to safeguard you, acted as an
RkJQdWJsaXNoZXIy MTQ2Mzg=