September 25, 1997
I invoke You, my Yahweh, my Father,
for I know that when I do,
Your Majesty would come in splendour
all the way from heaven,
descending in glory in my quarters;
to see You, my God,
in this inaccessible glory of Your Divine and infinite Light
is an incomprehensible splendour;
You, the Godhead, manifesting Yourself to me
and wanting to be united with me,
desiring to be known;
Only You, and You alone can reach me,
for the gap, this ontological abyss, between You and me
can be no more there;
Lord, You fill all things without being contained
neither by their limits nor by their very being;
(While I was still invoking Yahweh’s Name, suddenly, a figure of wonder, looking just like the Son of Man in His glorious Transfiguration, appeared to me; the Formless One took form; what mind is able to grasp or understand the One who encompasses all beings? Although the vision lacked completeness, 1 He made Himself be recognised, and I am conscious about it. The Unseen God allowed Himself to be seen to speak and listen as friend to friend; Invisible, yet face to face.)
Yahweh, the Lord of Lords,
appeared to me, vested in full splendour;
His heavenly robe shimmering and yet colourless;
glittering as though covered by diamonds and other precious stones;
And while I was staring, bewildered and mystified,
on this enchanting vision of grace and incomparable beauty,
when Yahweh, delicately emerged from behind the clouds,
doing it with such a graceful movement,
I felt my heart blossoming;
His Majesty reminded me of a bridegroom stepping out of a pavilion;
His Presence radiated a gracefulness
that even if I tried to describe it all my life I would never manage;
His Presence at the same time radiated love
and so much sweetness and tenderness
that my soul was swept to the ground;
His beautiful Head was leaning slightly to the right,
like those Sacred Heart statues;
You are beautiful, my God,
although I can only peer through a veil,
I see Your hair in dark locks reaching Your shoulders,
and Your beautiful Face, the pallor of ivory,
is enchanting to the eye;
Yahweh’s posture was though of someone timid,
but do not mistake me,
it was not timidity but a form of grace and majesty;
Oh Yahweh,
You who transcend greatness and fullness,
You who are the Godhead,
assumed a form in an inconceivable manner
to show Yourself to the unworthy one;
indeed, how can language express in words,
“the things that no eye has seen and no ear has heard,
things beyond the mind of man?”
Oh come and breathe over my garden2
and spread Your sweetness in my heart;
why, who am I to be able to contemplate Your figure?
How is it possible that You,
in such glory and such splendour,
be attracted to our misery?
You dazzled me and I am bemused
with Your Lordly Beauty;
What must it be like to contemplate You
all day long in heaven with our bare eyes?
How and where shall I find sufficient words
to describe Your Grace and Your Beauty?
Words surpass me,
especially that slight movement You made,
to step out from behind the clouds;
Should I invent new words of praise
to praise Your ineffable Beauty?
Human words of praise are nothing
and will never be sufficient ever
to express what I want to express.
In Your Pure Beauty, You hold me captive;
in Your charm, You leave me bemused and in rapture,
and like spring, You flower my heart;
with a single one of Your glances
and my soul feels wedded to my Creator;
My Creator who freed me with one single of His glances
and set me free and at large to proclaim His wedding song;
You guard me,
and while I am going
You spread sapphires on my path,
and like the pupil of Your Eye
You guard my soul;
I go through fire and when I come out of it, I am unharmed;
and when torrents of insults
pour on me, like slime, from the evil one,
Your right Hand upholds me,
with words sweeter than honey
and more intoxicating than wine,
while You cover my head with Your blessings,
adorning me like a queen;
And when my oppressors joyfully breathe
hostility and calumny all around me,
Your Majesty, like a flash of lightning,
sends me a cherub who lifts my soul
to mount him and soar on the wings of the wind;
then, in Your Peace and in Your smiles,
I gaze from above on those who keep hailing my death,
but who can never reach me,
while they tremble in their fury and rage;
no, not one enemy will ever be able to outwit my God;
why, He Himself shall crush my oppressors;
And now,
I stretch out my hands to You;
let everyone get to know that Goodness and Kindness
is our God thrice Holy.
I am in your midst; know, My little Vassula, that the poor will receive more from Wisdom than the rich, who glory in their glory which is no glory at all; I have anointed you with My oil, 3 so that in this baptismal oil I can obtain victories from you for My glory but also for your own sanctification;
In Your sweetness, let me obtain mercy from You.
I, the King of Glory and your Bridegroom as well, will satisfy the poor and you will obtain mercy and the same sweetness I have given to My Son;
come and hear Sovereignty whisper in your ear; come and write down My Words and treasure them; I am the Guardian of your soul and from My Lips you will hear no flattery but righteousness; come and lean your head on My Heart so that in that closeness you can obtain the revelation coming from the furnace4 of Love, and when you will hear Me, Choice-of-My-Son, your soul will not resist to pursue the path of righteousness and goodness; then you will find your joy in the end of this path;
have you not heard, delightful child, that I, Yahweh, your Creator, am wedded to My creation and am everyone’s Spouse?5 day and night you stumble along, creation, chasing the shadows, and not even once have you ever tried to penetrate into this mystery; if so many of you are perishing, it is because hordes of you have rejected My Knowledge; you have forgotten My teachings;
I looked at My seeds and asked Myself: “what am I to do with them? they are entrenched in their deceitfulness; how am I to make this lot, who cannot tell their right hand from their left hand, understand that I am their Bridegroom and all I want from them is love, not sacrifice; knowledge of My Heart, not holocausts nor solemn festivals;”
O royal household of Mine, you have bartered your glory for shame! have you not heard that I can lower the heavens to come down to you? have I not lifted up My Voice enough for your ear, creation? for how long are you going to chase the wind? for how long am I to see you pursuing shadows? come to Me! My Heart is like a Lamp to your feet and from My Lips moistened with grace and with the dew of divinity on them, flow rivers of grace and boundless calls of Mercy;
day and night, My loved ones, you stumble along the shadows; come to Me, and I will touch your heart so that your perversity melts away; then in the immensity of My Love I have for you, I will fall like dew upon you and My Divinity will overwhelm your misery, encompassing it to dwell permanently in My brightness, making out of you a vessel of light and one spirit with Mine;
ah, Vassula, 6 you whom I blessed with the unction of My Name, jealousy inflames My Heart every time your heart acts like dame folly and flutters away from Mine, pursuing frills and not My Divine power; I tell you, My loved one, keep your Bridegroom’s principles and bind them to your heart; these will warm your heart and will avert you from becoming distracted from the Presence of your Bridegroom who is only waiting to be gracious to you, Ever-so-loved-by-Me; and if I have asked you to disclose My wedding song7 by writing, it was because of My zealous love I have for each soul and because I wanted that My loved ones have enough nourishment while they are crossing this desert …. I have entrusted you with one talent, to procure for Us, 8 the equivalent amount; you have done well, because you have shown to Us, in your ardour to please Us, your faithfulness;
so now have your retreat in Us; have your retreat in My Heart, and taste, like in former times, the intimate delights of My Heart; may the essence of My Love flow like a river into your heart so that all your tiny infidelities by which they raised My Eyebrow, be washed away;
behold, now I am imprinting My words on you, for the salvation of so many sinners; I have come to you with gentleness, My bride, for the renewal of the mystical Body of My Son;
behold now I, your Creator, am calling you, for I have espoused you to Myself, so that in Our union I would have the pleasure to adorn you with faithfulness and with ardour; yes, on this fragile clay, I have imprinted My Name all over you since that day when your soul called out to Me: “Abba!” and from thereon I have straightened your path on earth and taught you how to delight in Me by being ever at play in My Presence;
know, My Vassula, how I desired that you love Me with all your heart and how I longed to turn your whole life into a permanent longing and thirsting for Me, your God; I wanted to show you My Kingdom and My nuptial chamber where, in privacy, we could delight one another; I, your Bridegroom, aflame with love, would converse intimately with you, teaching you the knowledge of holy things; and you, cleaving yourself firmly to My Heart, would be aspiring grace from the breath of Omnipotence, so that you would not cease to be;
no, My chosen one, our intimate union is not like the memory of a one-day guest; I will not cause you to trouble your heart by withdrawing My intimate union from you; I will take care of your frailty, My Vassula; see, My beloved one, how I desired to draw you to Me as a lover who draws his loved one in privacy;
I, who am the Lover of mankind, Spouse of My creation, wish to draw you now to Me …. take a retreat in Me9 …. why, you must have heard sometimes how the bridegroom longs to be alone with his bride after the wedding? I am offering you this favour as a prelude to our feast; 10 yes, on that day when you responded to My Divine Will …. and by opening your heart to My Call, I enriched it from Mine so that later on you would grain everywhere those treasures; those treasures are seeds11 you are obtaining from Me, whereby you were to sow them in the countries I would be sending you;
that day when you submitted to My Divine Will, allowing Me to govern your life, I stood affectionately in front of you, inviting you with these words: “it is impossible for a soul to love Me, the way I want her to love Me were she to keep her distance from Me; approach Me and taste My delights; I wish you to become intimate with Me; if you remain far from My embrace, you will be unable to get to know Me;” 12 I have, in our intimate union and the unction of My Love adorned you with Knowledge: Knowledge of how to find Me and get to know Me;
since I have chosen you amongst thousands, you should not doubt any more; act in humility so that I continue to raise you up to Me …. I have washed your hands and your mouth, so that by your hands, cleansed, they would write My Words and keep My books, and by your mouth I would fragrance every nation; through My grace, I adorn13 your soul with the garment of My strength but above all I, My Vassula, adorned you with My magnificent Works of Wisdom so that from My beloved’s lips, anointed by My Sovereignty, We14 would hear praise and honour for Our Trinitarian Holiness; 15
continue to proclaim a Resurrected Christ and fill the whole world with fruit; tell them that Christ in His Divine Love is bending down from Heaven to revive by His Presence the work of My Hands; 16 with this encouraging news, hordes of nations will come to know Us in an intimate union; tell them, daughter, how We delight when We are also treated as your Holy Companion in your daily life ….
speak as My envoy and remind My people that I, Yahweh, am alive and active, then, go to those17 sacerdotals who do not seek Me anymore and ask them: “why are you never asking: where is God?” in My Day I will pronounce My judgment against these shepherds, who have no knowledge of Me and who have never tasted interiorly My sweetness; today these shepherds have exchanged Me for something that has no value nor any power in it; to remember My Presence is what they should observe; I am not observed …. how can I say: “they are My Son’s incense;” when their only fragrance is the smell of death?
I have given you, creation, twelve years18 of ineffable favour and I did not want to act with speed in My wrath; to comfort you in these years of favour I have spoken, I have bound up hearts that were broken and have put Peace in those hearts; My Own Heart is a Fountain of Living Water immersing, in these years of favour, this dry land, giving growth where dross was only to be found;
– I always wished to rank you as My Own; in these days, I tell you, I who am the Bridegroom of My creation, call each one of you: My wedded one; why those frowns and menaces on the sweetness of My Mouth? 19 unhappy little creature, remote from knowing Me, come! I invite you to fall into your Bridegroom’s embrace and I will show you how I, Yahweh, can adorn your spirit, lavishly offering you a flow of My Divine Love so that you, in your turn return to Me this flow of Love;
then, wait and see, the day I will draw you into the nuptial chamber of My Heart, like a rose that grows on the bank of a watercourse, you will blossom to declare the greatness of My Name, calling Me: “my Father”; in the nuptial chamber of My Heart, your heart will spring up with praises and as the bridegroom rejoices in his bride, so will I rejoice in you and you in Me; My mighty Hand will uphold you and you would never want to part with Me again; indeed, your spirit, enriched by My sweetness and fullness of My Spirit, will cry out to all nations: “beauty and glory is to be found in our Creator! our Hope and our Lord!”
daughter-of-My-choice, hear and write: I wish you to bear witness to My Holiness and My Divine Sweetness, be like a loud book, a book written by the Triune God; but for now, I want you for Myself alone; I want to be with My chosen one and ride the skies with you, lifting you from the hardships of those who hail your death daily; I wish now to lift you from turmoil and unrest, rivalry, jealousy and lack-of-love; then, in your contemplation while you will be reposing your head on My Bosom, I will be augmenting in your heart My Divine teachings;
you will learn to do good all the days of your life, and you will grow thus in My Heart, giving a sweet smell like the lilies; and when I would be sending you abroad to different nations you will spread your fragrance on them and it will be received like a blessing because you would be growing in My Heart;
behold, I have been clothing you with My Son, Jesus Christ’s Countenance, 20 so that they understand that you are My Work, granted to them by My Grace to be echoing Me; so continue to be My Echo, let My Words be flowing like wine from your lips, inebriating the hearts of My sons and daughters;
Lord,
I am and remain still full of wonderment, on Your Beauty;
in the night of my soul You appeared, a figure of wonder,
like the Son of Man in His Transfiguration,
O Triune Bridegroom, full of grace and sovereignty,
fairer than all the angels put together,
what does all of this signify?
By what inspiration Your Heart made You look at me?
But I will dare say what I wanted:
By what folly of Your Love
Your Heart made You look at my wretchedness?
Most unworthy as I am,
here You are, reminding me of our matrimonial bonds,
drawing me even deeper now in Your Heart
to savour the delights that lie within It
so that I can obtain the flow of Your Divinity
and keep me alive;
daughter, if I have poured and am continuing to pour out My grace on you it is because I want your soul to be fairer and brighter every day that passes by until it reaches the perfection desired by Me; I can then say, “this heart has given Me back all that I required and I have obtained great victories from it; I have obtained at the same time great pleasure from it and through My grace, I will continue to multiply on this heart My favours and My gifts so that it can continue to sing My Hymn of Love to every nation;” I will continue to pour out in your heart My delights and consolations, like someone pouring water from a ju