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for this is what I told those of Mine: « Love one another as I also loved you », becoming everlasting love for you, the loved ones. Amen.
− But who else, Lord, knows what love is, Your love in the man, Lord, the love of Your saints, who sacrificed themselves for You to be with You, Lord, with You, the One Who is their everlastingness? Make Your people of today also know to be, loving You, as the saints before them also loved You, making many multitudes believe in You by their faith, by their love for You, by their testimony, Lord, the same as You also testify about Yourself upon the people with the sons of Your people of today, oh, Lord! Now it is otherwise, for it is You that testify about them, and not they testify about You, as Your time has come, the time of Your feast, the time of the love, Lord, Your time, and Your greatness is high, Your word is great, the time of Your love, Your time, Lord, as I would no longer want to tell you anything before my people when you are the sweet word, so sweet upon it. First, the man has to love and then to listen, as he cannot listen to You otherwise, for You become love in Your sons, to make them listen to you and to love You as the saints loved You testifying about You. But You become testimony in Your sons, and no one knows as well as You know the love that You give them and which will be on the earth a root from You, as You also were a root of love from mother Virgin.
− Oh, Verginica, I told my Son and I told your sons, mine and His, that I will come into your book with my Son and with you and I will also become word beside your word, so that my mystery and yours may be understood; the root of the sons then and now, yesterday and today, Verginica, my little sister, wooded by my Son, Who became love from you, word from you, as He became flesh from me, embodied love, Verginica, love from heaven embodied in man, as my Son came down from heaven and became flesh from the Holy Spirit in the Virgin and He became Man, the Man of the heavenly love on the earth for the man. I gave birth to my Son in the Bethlehem of Judea, so that the salvation may come from the Jews, and you gave Him birth as word in Romania, so that the Redeemer of the Jew may come from Romania; the Jew who did not accept the salvation coming out from his root, from his people, Verginica, and I took my Son and went into the world to hide him in Egypt, in the world, Verginica, to save the life of the world’ s Savior. Behold, neither then, nor later and nor today, do the Jew and the Greek and the pagan see what salvation is, at the word of my Son, as the man has no mind, Verginica, and my Son has also hidden today in the world to call the world to Him. I could not hide in Israel with Him, as Israel wanted to take the life of the little Child that was written into the prophets about that He would be born on the earth. The priests and herods did not want the life of my little Child and rather they wanted His death. Behold, you also could not hide into the church with the little child that was being born giving birth and speaking over those who are born of the word.
The church liturgies remind and speak of everything the people did to my little Child, my Son, and the priests, who deliver the liturgy, persecute the little Child as then; they persecute my Son from the church, and they persecute the Word as then, Verginica. And as those in the that time of the church did not know what they were doing, the same is today as the priests do not know what they do; they do not know that they speak of my Child persecuting Him, Verginica. Oh, you lived the same, persecuted because of my Son, Who was being born as word in you to give birth to the man of the word, and behold, you gave birth to a son, a people, from His word, Verginica, and God gives him to eat of His throne, and the Lord shepherds the nations with an iron staff, with the word of my Son, and no one knows to understand God, and no one serves Him, and no one warms Him up, and only the poor man loves my Son, the Word, Verginica. The happy man does not love God, and behold, the happy man is the poor man; behold, that one is happy. Oh, blessed is the poor, Verginica, as that one loves God. It is not the one who says: „ I can no longer go on, Lord, under troubles!” It is not about that wretched man that I speak, but about the blessed man, who
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