Notebook 123 True Life in God 157 __________________________________________________________________________________ understand now My Beloved, Vassula, that I have raised you for Myself, and for My Salvific plan to be My Echo; I have placed you as a flower among thistles to remind the world that all souls to which I am joined become My brides; anyone who finds Me, finds Life; I will raise My Voice, chanting to the ends of the earth together with My Angels, to the deserts, to the cities, to the graveyards, to all the inhabitants of the world, that they may Know that even if they have forgotten Me, I have never forgotten them, because they are too precious in My Eyes; My Canticle will turn the deserts into lush gardens, and in the barren heights, sparkling rivers will well up; I will make all things new...1 ah, in My Divine Canticle are countless heartbeats, throbbing incessantly with sighs of nostalgia, longing to herald My Canticle to stir every heart; do not ask why I am called Life, your Bridegroom tells you, I who am above all lights am Life because without Me you cannot live or be2 in darkness, and nothing else is able to exist; this is the Christ, your Saviour, who tells you to take refuge in My Mercy; I have displayed My power in you, My Vassula, and performed marvels, and through you, My bride, I have revealed my Tenderness and My Mercy to the world; I will continue to fill your mouth with Divine Wisdom; the closer you are to Me, the easier 1 Rv 21: 5. 2 The word 'be' should be understood as 'exist'. will it be for your Bridegroom, together with His Mother, who is your Mother too, to keep grooming you until you reach perfection;3 My Work would be incomplete were I unable to perfect you in your love; through My Canticle I am revealing once more My Eternal Love and Faithfulness for My Bride;4 the mountains, the hills, are echoing My Royal Canticle with Blessings; the fragrant flowers in bud, explode open to the sound of My Canticle, sending their fragrance high up in the skies, bowing low at My melodious Voice; I am displaying My marvelous Kindness, guarding you like the pupil of My Eye; so come,5 how much longer will you hide in your dark tomb? how much longer must I wait for you to open the door of your heart? let Me in to unfold like a scroll, and reveal the path of Life to you; I will gird you up with My Sweetness and Purity to resemble an ivory tower; I am your Royal Garment; ah,6 Vassula, blessed of My Heart, from your lips that I have anointed I will speak; I will act through you, showing My appearance on you as I have veiled you with Myself many times; I will never cease 3 This brought again the memory of a dream that after having espoused Christ, our Holy Mother received me with joy, and was fixing my bridal dress on me, my hair and all to be presentable to Her Son. 4 The Church. 5 The Lord calls all those who still do not know Him. 6 This 'ah' was more of a sigh than another meaning.
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