Wednesday, May 22, 2013
The Lifting of the Veil - by Vassula Ryden
April 11, 2013 / No Comment
The Lifting of the Veil
One night, I happened to be alone. My son was asleep in bed and my husband was away, working in Africa. It was late. The traffic outside had diminished and I was sitting on the living room carpet. I was taking down a Message from Jesus and as He talked to me, I suddenly asked, “Can’t You just lift the veil slightly so that I may see You?”
Without warning, Jesus did as I had asked! At that moment, I felt, more powerfully than ever before, this awesome, magnificent Presence all around me. The overwhelming power of this Mighty God came upon me like a thunderbolt, crushing me flat to the floor!
I lay there for some time, incapable of standing. I no longer felt the Presence of ‘a Someone,’ but instead, in a flash, I saw something frightening in its power – terrible, overwhelming. I found myself shaking, but not from fear. I had been jolted by the sheer inexplicable power I had experienced. My whole being was permeated with God’s Mightiness and Greatness. Everything around me ceased to have any relevance and the totality of my very being was suddenly focused on one massive, all-enveloping crescendo of transcendent bliss.
I had not realized tears were running down my cheeks. I was not weeping; they were tears of awe. Weakened by this powerful vision, I looked around, through my tears, and saw the quantity of notebooks containing God’s Messages.
Suddenly a new awareness swept over me, as everything became crystal clear. I asked myself, “Have I really written all these with God – how can this be?” It was then I became totally aware and conscious that God was genuinely guiding me, and the notebooks truly did contain the words of the Almighty!
Without warning, Jesus did as I had asked! At that moment, I felt, more powerfully than ever before, this awesome, magnificent Presence all around me. The overwhelming power of this Mighty God came upon me like a thunderbolt, crushing me flat to the floor!
I lay there for some time, incapable of standing. I no longer felt the Presence of ‘a Someone,’ but instead, in a flash, I saw something frightening in its power – terrible, overwhelming. I found myself shaking, but not from fear. I had been jolted by the sheer inexplicable power I had experienced. My whole being was permeated with God’s Mightiness and Greatness. Everything around me ceased to have any relevance and the totality of my very being was suddenly focused on one massive, all-enveloping crescendo of transcendent bliss.
I had not realized tears were running down my cheeks. I was not weeping; they were tears of awe. Weakened by this powerful vision, I looked around, through my tears, and saw the quantity of notebooks containing God’s Messages.Suddenly a new awareness swept over me, as everything became crystal clear. I asked myself, “Have I really written all these with God – how can this be?” It was then I became totally aware and conscious that God was genuinely guiding me, and the notebooks truly did contain the words of the Almighty!
Learn more about the messages from Jesus Christ for us and the hope and grace He brings. Read more in Heaven Is Real But So Is Hell.
Overcoming Disbelief - by Vassula Ryden
April 18, 2013 / No Comment
Overcoming Disbelief
As a result of all that was happening to me I started to go to a church nearby. It was Roman Catholic, and though I was Greek Orthodox, the Catholic Church was the closest to my home – only a few blocks away. After a few days my Angel asked me to go to the seminary on the church premises to look for an American priest who lived there. I was to tell him about my supernatural experiences and show the Messages I had carefully written in notebooks.
It was dusk as I walked through the garden at the seminary. I saw a man carrying a plastic bucket of washed, dry clothes. He seemed surprised to see me at such an hour and asked if I were looking for somebody. ‘An American priest,’ I said. He replied that he would be back shortly, and asked me if I wished to wait in his cell.
He introduced himself as Fr. Karl, and as we walked into his cell I began to tell him of my experiences and confidently I showed him the Messages. Being naive in these matters, I expected him to rejoice with me. Instead, he tilted his head and lowered it, and his words to me indicated he thought I was going through a psychological crisis, or suffering from schizophrenia. He asked me where my husband was and I told him he was away in Europe for a while. He must have deduced I was so miserable and unhappy being alone in Asia, that I had lost my mind. He asked if he could see the palms of my hands, and as he studied them I knew he was trying to find traces of a mental disorder, as shows up in certain mental cases. He pitied me and invited me to come at any time to see him.
After that first encounter, I went over to see him every few days, determined to prove to him that I was normal. One day he asked, ‘I wonder if you would allow me to see this phenomenon while you are communicating with Heaven?’ I prayed silently and immediately I felt God approaching in His special way. Then God spoke to me and I positioned my hand to write what He said, but at that very moment the priest grabbed my wrist to see whether he could stop my hand from writing. At once he felt a sort of tingling current penetrating his arm and he withdrew his hand very quickly, with a look of shock on his face. He did not say anything and just watched in silence while I received the words of God.
It was dusk as I walked through the garden at the seminary. I saw a man carrying a plastic bucket of washed, dry clothes. He seemed surprised to see me at such an hour and asked if I were looking for somebody. ‘An American priest,’ I said. He replied that he would be back shortly, and asked me if I wished to wait in his cell.
He introduced himself as Fr. Karl, and as we walked into his cell I began to tell him of my experiences and confidently I showed him the Messages. Being naive in these matters, I expected him to rejoice with me. Instead, he tilted his head and lowered it, and his words to me indicated he thought I was going through a psychological crisis, or suffering from schizophrenia. He asked me where my husband was and I told him he was away in Europe for a while. He must have deduced I was so miserable and unhappy being alone in Asia, that I had lost my mind. He asked if he could see the palms of my hands, and as he studied them I knew he was trying to find traces of a mental disorder, as shows up in certain mental cases. He pitied me and invited me to come at any time to see him.
After that first encounter, I went over to see him every few days, determined to prove to him that I was normal. One day he asked, ‘I wonder if you would allow me to see this phenomenon while you are communicating with Heaven?’ I prayed silently and immediately I felt God approaching in His special way. Then God spoke to me and I positioned my hand to write what He said, but at that very moment the priest grabbed my wrist to see whether he could stop my hand from writing. At once he felt a sort of tingling current penetrating his arm and he withdrew his hand very quickly, with a look of shock on his face. He did not say anything and just watched in silence while I received the words of God.
Learn more about the messages from Jesus Christ for us and the hope and grace He brings. Read more in Heaven Is Real But So Is Hell.
Monday, May 13, 2013
MY CREATION HAS TO BE WARNED
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December 1, 1987
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MY CREATION HAS TO BE WARNED
PROMOTE ME DO NOT REMOTE ME
PROMOTE ME DO NOT REMOTE ME
December 1, 1987
I have chosen you to show the world how Merciful I am; finding you where most of My children still are, if I had not come to fetch you, you would be today still where the rest are; I come out of My boundless Mercy to warn you, likewise to draw you to Me and remind you of your foundations;
(I start to understand that this Message for Peace and Love among God's creation and the uniting of the Church, will be one of God's last attempts before enflaming His Justice upon us.)
how well you understand Me now, daughter; do you fear Me?
(God must have felt in me a fear of what He might do if we do not change.)
I do, My God, after the vision You showed me.
I have showed you only part of it; 1 Vassula, My creation has to be warned; do not let the same mistakes be repeated;
Like when, Lord?
when I gave them My big Miracle at Fatima, I warned then My creation, but they paid little heed to My warning; they spent their time instead doubting, arguing, never diffusing My Mother's words properly, so that very few knew of the urgency of the Message; they have blood-stained their hands from their crime, dragging with them so many souls;
I shall remind them of their sins of the past, 2 I will remind them the urgency of Garabandal's Message;
why doubt of My Works? pass on to My creation My warning; tremendous reparations are to be made; My creation has to be warned and to believe in Me; remind them of My Love, 3 propound My Word, promote Me ... promote Me, do not remote Me! now you are remoting Me, you are not protecting Me! declare openly My Works of the past and of the present, I am Omnipotent;
the thorns in My Head are all those sacerdotal souls who hold the key of knowledge, neither do they go in themselves nor do they let others in who want to! these are My thorns! those thorns now should find Me and repent; their hands are still, with fresh blood from the past, responsible for all the crimes and atrocities; I want them to repent, they defied My Mother's Message of Garabandal, never diffusing It like It should have been, ignoring its urgency; O4 what have I got, Vassula! stones, their hearts are petrified; accept the Truth! open your hearts! Garabandal is the sequel of Fatima! do not repeat your errors!... - Peter! 5
Peter be My Echo! feed My lambs Peter, do not deny Me again, beloved;
(When the Lord said: "Peter, be My Echo! feed My lambs Peter, do not deny Me again beloved;" I could have died there and then, the way I heard Him say it.)
come, let Me help you; rest in Me;
(I felt so moved, I wasn't myself anymore. Jesus was trying to sustain me. When I recollected myself, I said:)
Jesus, I will describe now: God was begging. He said it in a begging voice.
yes, yes, Vassula, out of Love;
I love You, My God. How could I see You and hear You as sad as this, without wanting to die a million deaths? If I had 1000 lives I'd give each one, one after the other for Your Glory, healing Your Wounds.
My Wounds will only heal when My creation will return to Love, accept Me as Omnipotent and unite; come, let us share My sorrow;
Jesus, I wish I could do much more to make reparations and glorify You.
stay near Me and I will share all I have, with you; come;
1 Meaning all the worst is hidden.
2 Apparently God reminds us of our sins only if we have not asked to be forgiven and repented. Once this is done, forgiveness is granted and God never reminds us of our old sins again.
3 Including God's actual Messages of Peace and Love.
4 God saddened beyond description moaned...
5 God cried out in a loud Voice as to someone who is far away and would not hear... then God seemed to beg...
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