The Word of God in Romania 2002.08.24 - The Word of God at the Feast of the R | Page 3

2002.08.24.
Peace to you, to those who have gathered at the table of My wedding! Peace to you, to
those who sound the trumpet and sing doinas 3 and give voice for the glory of My days in this time!
I am word upon the earth and I want to teach every man to come to the water of life and to
drink of it and to come to the river of life and wash in it and then to become holy, for the
man to be afterwards.
Peace to you! Peace to you! Peace to you! Amen, amen, amen.
― And I, my dear Son, the Lamb of the Father and mine, spread out my arms of Your
mother and give graces from them over to those who make You glad in Your days with Your bride.
To everyone who has come to Your spring, I put a mark on their foreheads to testify about this
mark and I embrace them and give them to You, my son, if they want this. The one who wants is
the one who becomes Your son, a child after Your image and after Your likeness, a new man, dear
Son, my child, the only One born from the Father and from me, Virgin mother.
Oh, sons and daughters, give glory to my Son. Bring His love from you so that He may
knead it once again and to be redeemed from death. I am a sweet mother for those who love the
life of My Son in them. Love the spring, which flows from my Son over to you and spread His news
and His place prepared here. Take the news of His coming from margins to margins and remain
in the spirit of the heavenly joy, which is one, as those from heaven are one as well. I tell you with
the voice of a mother, too: Peace to you and to my Son with you, in a day of holy longing between
heaven and earth! His peace is over the garden of the meeting. Love one another as He loved you
and gave Himself for you so that you might be afterwards. Give yourselves to Him, for my Son is
the One Who is. Amen, amen, amen.
― Oh, sweet mother, oh mother with longing! You long for the man and you long for My
comfort. It is only you that truly know that the man is My comfort. Oh, mother, full of longing!
Only if the man would want to know and to want to be My comfort, too! Let us rejoice now,
mother, for Our little ones from the earth have brought days of glory before Us, the joy of Our
meeting with the man, mother. Amen.
I, the Lord and the Teacher from the Father, bring heavenly fragrances over the garden. I
pour them out abundantly and they to come up from you to Us in the same way, you, those who
are gathered to the spring. Peace to you! Peace to you! Peace to you! And I will be again word
upon you in all the time of the feast.
And as for you, come all to the spring of life, to My wedding with My bride, you those
from the little village of My word. Let us enjoy our wedding, for My mother is in a celebration
with her Son and with all those from heaven over the garden of the meeting. Love what I have in
your little village. There is no one that has what you have, but you should know to seek and to
have and then to appreciate it. Amen. The spirit of the feast remains sweetly and with comfort over
the garden. Be holy as I have established the living in My gardens in which I show My glory
among the people. Be good and holy and rejoice for a moment as in heaven and not as on earth.
Be good! Be god! Be good! I, the Lord, give you power to become sons of God. My voice calls
Doina – lyrical poetry specific to the Romanian folklore which expresses a feeling of longing, of mourning,
of rebellion, of love, etc., being usually accompanied by an adequate melody; a musical variety of the folkloric Ro-
manian creation, characterized by its deep emotiveness and especially based on the feeling of longing, A good example
by Doina is: Doina mourning or Mocirita & Doina de jale by Gheorghe Zamfir, r.n.
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