The apocalyptic trumpets
Oh , My people , My work of sounding the trumpet through Verginica was a great mystery on earth , for I was bringing her into a deep sleep like that by which I caused Adam to fall asleep in paradise and took from him to build the woman , for I made him wholly at his creation , and then I took the woman out of him and I brought her before him .
I was sending a deep sleep over My trumpet , and her body was not feeling anything because it was burned , blown , stuck , crushed , and I was passing with My word through her and God ’ s word was coming out of her over the earth . Oh , this is how she had carried Me for twenty-five years to speak My word , and the sufferance of her body and spirit was great . Rivers of sweat were flowing from her in the time of My speaking through her mouth full of fragrance felt by those who were listening My word through her , oh , and only I knew her sufferance and the fire in her so that it might not burn her body , oh , and the saints were looking from heaven at My work through her , and the armies of the saints were greatly marveling at this , and My mystery with Verginica was great on earth , My dear people , and suspicions and words , carried about by those who were coming and spying , were passing through the minds of many people , and she was taken and brought to investigation , to defamation and sufferance , but My hand protected her , and I put her under the protection of the angels so that her persecutors and investigators might not bring her down , oh , and now she is looking from the heaven of the saints at My coming with her on earth and she suffers ; it makes her suffer for all those who did not have the grace to understand God ’ s work and to come to find My will , which I had for them to understand it and then to follow it .
… Oh , My Verginica , the saints are celebrating you on their feast of today , on the Sunday of all saints , as the holy fathers ordained this feast for all of My saints . Oh , how beautiful was your submission before My will , My Verginica ! Oh , how beautiful is the man whose heart does not know any pride and conceit ! He stands before Me and discovers My will for him .
Oh , what a great care I had with all My saints , and how beautifully I worked when I started with you the sounding of My trumpet and then the whole way of My word over the earth from then on and up to this day , My Verginica ! You are the root , you are the foundation on which I began , and on which I have built the course of My word further over the earth so that I may not stop from My progress , from the way made by sufferance and patience in order to advance with the work of the creation of the new heaven and earth , as it is written to reach with the new creation , worked by the word of My mouth over the earth .
All the saints are looking at you insatiably and waiting for your speech over My citadel of word and over their feast and yours , My Verginica . I am all that you are , I am , as you were everything to be able to work through you in My time with you on earth , and now I am , and all My saints live in Me , as it is written .
⸻ Oh , who , Lord , who can boast about something according to the truth except with Your Being in him ? You are my praise . I was born for You on earth , as Your will was , and then You grew me up in Your will , and I listened to You . My obedience to You was the whole support on earth in the pains of life , pains that keep us to be Yours , us , those who suffer pains .
Oh , I would tell them too , Lord , I would tell those from near You , I would tell all those on earth , all those who know or do not know Your mystery enough , the mystery of Your word over the
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