May 16, 1987
(Last night coming back from a dinner, I went up the stairs and a great odour of incense penetrated my nose again. I understood.)
Vassula, when you smell incense it is I, Jesus Christ, I wish you to feel my Presence; Vassula, I love you to distraction and beyond measure, alas! this Love which overflows my Heart, this ardent Flame of Love burning, is so little understood, so few come to draw from It … so few …
Jesus, many people don’t know how to approach You, I’m so sure of that.
they can come and talk to Me; I hear them; I can enjoy for hours any conversation; it brings Me so much joy when they would count Me among their friends;
Last night, a man told me that all women desire to be Magdalenes.
lo, not all;
Well, those that love you probably do then.
I want them to;
Jesus, I think we will have to rush.
Downstairs, check the oven. 1
come then, let us go;
Jesus when before Your approach I heard of You like a myth, I never realised how You are REAL. In my eyes, You were so far away. A story in a book!
I know Vassula, I know, for many I am still a myth;
find Me in Gethsemane next time we meet; I will reveal to you My anguishes, My sufferings and fears of that night; come, allow Me to rest in you, daughter;
come, find Me where I have told you;
O Gethsemane! what have you to unfold but fears, anguishes, betrayals and abandonments! Gethsemane you have depleted men from courage, you have suspended in your still air My agonies for all eternity;
Gethsemane, what have you to declare that was undeclared? you have witnessed in the stillness of Holiness, the betrayal of your God, you have witnessed Me;
the hour had come, Scriptures were to be fulfilled;
daughter, I know that many souls believe in Me as though I was but a myth; they believe that I existed only in the past; for many I am but a passing shadow now eclipsed with time and evolution; very few realise that I existed in flesh on earth and exist now among you;
I Am All what came to pass and is to pass; I know their fears, I know their anguishes, I know their weaknesses, have I not witnessed all these frailties in Gethsemane?
daughter, when Love prayed in Gethsemane, a thousand devils were shaken, fearing demons took flight; the hour had come: Love was glorifying Love;
O Gethsemane, witness of the Betrayed, witness of the Forlorned, arise, witness and testify; daughter, Judas betrayed Me, but how many more like Judas are betraying Me still; I knew instantly that his kiss would spread among many and for generations to come; this same kiss will be given to Me over and over again, renewing My sorrow, rending My Heart;
Vassula, come let Me be consoled, let Me rest in your heart;
Vassula, will you write?
Yes, Jesus, if it’s what You wish.
love Me, daughter, in My torments of Gethsemane; I was deceived by one of My own, one of My beloved ones; and today, I still receive indignities, recollecting My agonies of the past; My Heart swelled and filled with bitterness;
(I had problems and I lacked confidence to continue suddenly.)
little one, write; My sweat of agony poured out of Me like big drops of blood;
(I suddenly thought of the time I was almost tempted by the evil spirit … and felt ashamed.)
weakness attracts Me, for I can give you My Strength, come bring Me your love, lean on Me,
(Jesus was glad.)
here, eat from Me, fill your heart from My Heart; love Me, think of Me, be Mine, entirely Mine; adore Me and Me only; I am calling you to receive Me, yes, in the little white Host … come and drink Me; purify! I love you and I will see that you receive Me, do not deny Me ever! desire Me and Me only;
I will be waiting for you at the Tabernacle; you will see Me, like I have taught you, with the eyes of your soul;
Jesus, it’s my fault to have interrupted You. Do you wish to continue?
I do; hear Me, the soil absorbed those drops but today the soil dryer than ever needs irrigation, it desires peace and is thirsty for love;
(Suddenly Jesus stopped.)
grieve Me not, but will you pray again with Me? love Me Vassula; come,
fulfil what must be fulfilled;
may Your words penetrate, bless and purify
the hearts of Your children;
Father, do as Your Heart desires
and may Your will be done,
are you willing to continue working for Me?
I will continue working for God if it’s His Will to do so.
it is My Will;
Then I will continue working. Do not forget my incapacity though!
lean entirely on Me, your Jesus; I know how helpless you are; I wanted to have but a mere child who would have to depend entirely on Me;
Is Your message of Gethsemane finished?
no; I will continue; My children have to be revived and shown that I am among them; with My Message, which I blessed, they would see Me and feel Me; many will return to Me, I, who long for My beloved ones;
Jesus, how can I do anything?
Vassula; will a father not help his child cross the road when it needs his help? so I will help you till the end;
I don’t know if I am doing right by distributing Your message, am I doing wrong?
no, you are giving My Bread as I gave It to you; My Bread must be given freely!