My Beloved went down to my room
to press me to His Sacred Heart
and carry me away with Him, riding the winds.
I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved is mine forever.
Today my Beloved has the most sorrowful Eyes
and His Head leans on my shoulder.
"Fountain of Living Water",
My own have, My very own .... I am so worn out, there is no fathom to My sorrow ... I cannot conceal My distress from you, Vassula .... nothing can be hidden between the two of us any more since I have set you so close to Me;
hear what your Beloved has to say now: He who created you, your Maker and your Divine Father, has decided to lift your soul to Him ....
I am making no secret of this, yes! My Father stood up, His cry echoing in every heavenly ear; He stood up, He who fostered you, father-like and who guided you, offering you as His gift to humanity, to take you back to Him; being God He does not fail to see your innocence; being God, He does not see as mankind sees and I tell you, He has risen, for the tyranny they inflict on you has outweighed every measure put together .... My question to you is: "do you want your Father who is in Heaven to snatch you from the tyrants’ hands and from falsehood’s lips?"
Lord, have I not made a pact with You?
I made a pact with my eyes,
not to see for the first three days of my life.
I had made a pact with my Creator and my Beloved
to remain in the dark and forbid my eyes
to see the sun in its glory
and the glow of the moon streaking on me
so that I may accomplish my mission till the end and glorify You.
My Vassula, to you I ask again: "do you want to prolong your suffering, My child, on earth, or do you want to wake up in the morning in My Light, in Our embrace surrounded by thousands of angelic voices where safety, glory and Sweetness Itself will surround you?"
Ah, my God, my soul thirsts for You.
My soul longs for You.
I could simply say now:
"Come! come and rescue me
to enjoy Your closeness forever."
My soul melts within me with love for You.
My spirit can be succumbing into Your Hands any moment now
and I could be, if I wished, on my way to the House of my God
among the cries of joy and praise and an exultant throng,
I can be with the God of my Joy!
But, I want to be an object of scorn among the dead
and their pestilential tyranny of me.
Fatherless I am not, You are with me;
Scriptures say: "If a man is innocent,
You, my Saviour, will bring him freedom."
You have given my hand free play now, to choose.
Holy One, I want nothing for my own
and then, it is You who endowed me
with life, with joy, binding me to You.
And, it is You who watched each breath of mine with tender care
and so the Song You want to sing can continue to be sung
for the freedom of many nations
and You can continue playing on Your harp, my God,
for the Beast will cower before You in the end.
Use me as an object of scorn and have me still
where dimness and disorder hold sway
and where light itself is like the dead of night.
but they are molesting you!
For the greatest of Your Glory! Let it be. Let them molest me.
My daughter, let it be then as you wish; I bless you in Our Trinitarian Holiness; but tell Me: what shall I do when My Father stands up again?
Remind Him of our pact, Lord.
at this My own Heart melts .... My remnant, I will save many by your very wretchedness, by your generosity, but remember, every motion of yours that honours Me comes from Me .... so avoid any tendency to self-esteem .... be patient for a little while longer; have I ever seen a wretch in need of love, without giving him My Heart? see, I am your Friend;
no one can say: "the Lord imposes His orders on us ...." and to you, daughter, I say: "I am glad you have not broken your pact with My Father; I shall use your generosity to bless every man on earth and pour out My Mercy before the day of disaster; I will pour out a spirit of kindness and prayer; I tell you, I, the Lord, will turn you into a Fortress, I shall build you strong with My power;"
ah .... My Heart rejoices in you! let our eyes meet and feast in this joy! I will bring many back to Me, those that have been led astray will finally return to Me .... come, lean on the God of your Joy! never lose heart, remember, I too, when I was condemned and given My Cross to carry, I fell on the same ground that bears you all, but I was lifted up to complete My Work; learn then from your Saviour; in the end the gain will be yours .... the breath of Omnipotence will lift you up again; from your ordeals I shall draw life in abundance;
know this: your Father will answer you from His Holy Place; at your side I Am ....
today I will give you to the nations and I will be your encircling Shield ... today you have crowned Me with glory; tyranny and injustice are surrounding innocent blood and My Heart was ready to lift you from Tyranny, how could I remain silent when I watch your oppressors lurking to ambush you and your counsellor? how could I remain silent when what I hear is: "how shall we track them down?" but here is the consolation I am offering you: seek to do good, maintain justice, I am with you .... remain faithful, the times are so evil; I do not want to say one day: "look, there is My daughter, she lies all alone on her soil, with no one to lift her up;"
I filled your nostrils with My Strength, and I lit a flame inside you to maintain justice .... all that you do, do so in a spirit of gentleness, even if your testimony is not accepted, be in peace; do not look to your left nor to your right; many will rise declaring they are sent by Me; do not be sold to them again .... do not be afraid, you will not be put to shame; - and to you, My daughter, I will comfort you and all those who trust Me;
the times are evil, but, remember, your Creator leans tenderly over you all; work with peace in My Name; adorn My Name with your love and continue to plant vineyards in arid lands; I am your Father, let Me be your consolation, remembering that My Love for you will never leave you;
- and you who say: "I protest against such injustice, there is no reply, if I appeal against it, judgement is never given; they have stolen my honour away...." I tell you: if they denied you what your pen entreated, be in peace .... what more honour could they have given you? in the end, My friend, will I not see that Justice be given? I am Lord and My blessing is yours; I know you valiant in battle, but leave this honour to Me; continue to plant in My House .... I will see that you will continue to remain fresh so that you bear fruit in spite of your old age;
daughter, your consent out of your love for Me touched Me to tears .... happy are you who are poor; yours is My Kingdom, I am King in you ..... through this weakness I shall break the power of the wicked; I bless you, My child;