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2004.01.07.
in Me, mother of My pain. And after you started to know from the prophets about My coming
and about My pain, you wanted to do anything for My coming, for My pain, written ahead of
time in the Scriptures. Then you were My mother and since My angel came to you and who
told you that you were to give Me birth, your pain for Me became greater and greater and you
had never known any joy but only pain. Your joy was that that I was your Son and no one
on earth had been able to love Me more than you, for I was not only your Son, but also
the true God, born of the eternal Father, and I was your God, Whom you loved with
greater longing not only after the annunciation of the angels but also before that time.
You were My house on earth after the angel told you about Me and then you were always My
house, for there was nothing in your heart, nothing even for a split of a second, but there was
only your pain for Me. Your little heart was full of pain all the time at the thought of the torment,
which I had to go through for every man, from every man, all My life on earth, and at its end,
the road of the cross, and the cross and My death on it.
There was no day or night or sleep in which you had not been able to see Me on the
road of the cross and dying on the cross, and there was no heart more wounded than yours
on earth, and out of which I was not absent even for little a moment, and your heart was My
house, and I had always, always dwelt in it, for I could not have a single moment than I not
think about you and of your pain for Me even for a little time, as everywhere I was walking in
order to finish the work for which I became man and for which My Father took Me from His
bosom and sent Me after the man, mother.
Oh, I could not help being hurt even for a moment by My thought, which was only at
you once with My mercy and yours for the man. Wherever I was, I was hurt because of you,
and you were hurt in Me, and I could not be in My thought without you as your image was
always in My eyes and I loved you with so much power, with so much longing that My love
and My longing after you were My power in all of My pains, and I was with you in them, and
I could bear them. However, you bore the pain of the mother of God for Me, and there has never
been a more painful heart on earth like yours.
You were so good before everyone because of the pain of My love in you, and no one
had been able to see on your face anything else but a deep, deep thought and a holy tear, with
much pain in it, known and unknown by everyone who had seen you, and your whole tear was
gathered by God’s angels and with it they watered the heaven, mother. You bathed Me in tears,
when you took Me in your arms after I was taken down from the cross by Joseph and Nicode-
mus. Oh, mother of love, you covered your tears when you embraced Me in the time of My life
to the cross and you poured them out like a spring, and I saw them wherever I was and I was
also crying and I hid in order that could cry, because I loved you so much, so much, and the
power of My spirit melted for your mercy, for your longing, for you, the one full of pain and
longing for Me, because you could not leave Me out from your thought even for a moment,
from your heart which wanted to be My house until I took you near Me after I went to My
Father to make room for you and to take you there so that all who loved God, mother, might
gathered together in the same place. (See, The Assumption, and forever virgin Mary, written by
John, archbishop of Thessalonica)
Oh, how beautiful, how beautiful is the pain after God and the being of those who carry
it! Oh, how beautiful are those who are wounded for Me and with Me, mother! Behold with
how much power We come within those who are Our house in the days of My second
coming with the saints on earth to make the world again, mother, and with My creative
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