362 True Life in God Notebook 37 did not know then. We were early for Mass and so while sitting there, I was in adoration to Jesus. I was speaking to Him in French. Realising this, I said to Him in English: “Why am I speaking French to You? I’ll speak to You in English.” Immediately Jesus said to me: “I would rather you speak to me with your heart;” And He showered me with His Incense Fragrance.) October 9, 1989 peace be with you; pray for those who still attempt to destroy My Vineyard by night; pray, My Vassula, that My wrath decreases on these souls; I have Wounds that make My Father’s Justice flare up by all the crimes of this generation; when He sees how they treat My Atonement and how bruised, scourged and torn My Body is, His urge to scatter the nations, reducing them into a heap of dust is great; even My angels tremble upon what can come on the whole earth; My Abba is relenting only because of those few souls who immolate and who love Me; ah Vassula! My pains are great; little soul, I love you to passion; I refine and purify generous souls, souls who are willing to amend and expiate for others; I need victim souls, to become victims of Love, victims of My Passion, victims who die to their own self, victims who are willing to share My Cross; I need generous souls who are willing to be formed by My Own Hand into living crucifixes; how else would I keep My Father’s Hand away and from striking you? the world has to change, convert and live holy; I will no longer allow My Holy Name to be profaned; My Passion is being repeated in My Mystical Body and I suffer as much as I had suffered in My Passion; I tread, daughter, repeatedly on the same Path to Calvary; every single hour I am recrucified; I who Am Love, do I deserve all this? Breathe on us to become victims of Love and be able to expiate for others, Lord Jesus. My Own, you can relieve Me with your love; love Me and repair, fast and sacrifice; all these things withhold My Father’s wrath; Vassula, allow Me to fill you, allow Me to use you; aahh daughter ... your tears are consoling Me; My flower, let your tears dissolve in Mine and be one; when My Father will see your tears in Mine, He will be appeased; I, Jesus, bless you, I bless all the sacred objects you have in your home; 1 repeat this! 2 Oh how I want to console You! ah Vassula, you are consoling Me by desiring to console Me; I have created you to console Me, I have created you to rest Me, to love Me and to share with Me My sufferings; remember, I am soon with you; October 10, 1989 My soul yearns for You today, I have given You my heart and my soul to form: my Lord has come to me in all His Splendour and Majesty to lift my soul to Him to show me His Great Love and Mercy, He has lifted me with Tenderness to acclaim to all Nations His Infinite Love and His Mercy. His Love is Everlasting. 1 I said to Jesus: “Oh how I want to console You!” 2 Jesus like taken by surprise exclaimed: “repeat this!” I felt His Sacred Heart rebound with joy.
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