The apocalyptic trumpets
sent on the earth to its advance , when she came into the people of the saints , to be at work among those in heaven .
… We are coming down as word into the book , oh , My Verginica . My people has honored you , it has brought you a hymn of akathist and it has comforted you too . I , the Lord , have looked at it and the hosts of saints , who have come with Us for a day of feast written over My garden of word , are looking like Me at you , who are celebrated today , and they are honoring My gift that you have been carrying on the earth in the end of the time and they get drunk with a holy wonder , asking themselves how was it possible that your body had endured so many embers on it for such a long time of My coming through you on earth as word , oh , My prophetess , in order for you to be the one who carried Christ-the-Word , Who was passing through you with His speaking !
You are ordained with a day of dedication feast in the little garden full of word , where I , the Lord , descend in the clouds above it ( See the selection topic : „
He comes the same way as He ascended : He comes with the clouds 41 ”, r . n .) and where I speak so that My word may be written on the earth . I glorified Myself through you and I kept you whole in your body and you did not melt under the heat from Me , as this is what I wanted ; however , you suffered very much , because I had longed after man very much and I came after him , and you were My dwelling place . The apostle Paul saw My light which covered My body when I spoke to him on his way to Damascus , and his eyes grew weak because of My brightness before him on his way , and this sign remained on the body of the one who was chosen to be an apostle on that day , and My Spirit and My grace remained upon him to proclaim My glory everywhere he was relating the story of My appearance before him . However , I was entering you and working at the moment of My word spoken by the voice of your mouth face to face with those who were writing to Me the word that so that it may remain , and I had never had such work on the earth up to you , and there will never be .
Oh , My trumpet , oh , My Verginica , how great your submission was ! And it was the same with your fear of God too , and you were trembling at My word and you were obeying without murmuring , and My gift , bestowed upon you , was big and hard to bear , and this was your offering brought to Me , that is , your body in which the spirit of My word entered as I enter the man in the time of the holy communion , and I was passing from body to spirit , oh , My trumpet , and sweat was running down on you , as I was a consuming fire in you and I was working wonderfully as you had not been consumed with it . Oh , you had been nourished only with pains , both in your body and in your spirit , and you had no joys on the earth ; still , you had only one , and that was because you could bear My coming as word over the earth so that I might be able to prepare the faith for a people who was to rise after you and with which to be able to prepare a dwelling place for the Lord on earth , a new heaven and a new earth , and not as the world or its priests do and make churches for the world ; oh , not like that , but for Me and for those who renounce the world coming out of it and bringing themselves to Me as offering of faith and offering of perseverance
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