June 29, 1988


I am; flower, this love I have for all humanity was never understood properly; I suffer! I am suffering profoundly; dearest soul, rest Me, rest Me by loving Me,

O Lord,
if I could alleviate your sufferings
by sharing your sufferings
allow me to do it;
use me, use every molecule of mine,
teach me to love you infinitely.

I love you, My Vassula of My Sacred Heart; we are sharing everything; Vassula realise that you are sharing My Cross, you are sharing My Passion, O Vassula! My Blood is gushing out of My Body in rivers, I am being recrucified by My own, by the apostasy in the very sanctuary of My Church, by cardinals, by bishops, by priests, My closest friends are betraying Me; I have been abandoned by many; I have been scourged by many; I have been pierced by My most intimate friends; I am suffering and I am going through a second Passion;

My Lord,

love Me, love Me, let Me be able to pronounce the same words your guardian angel told you; his words were: “no man ever loved his angel as much as you have;” little one, let Me be able to tell you one day: “no man ever loved Me in your era as much as you have;”