Jesus, I can't stand to have them wound You constantly. Hurry and let those thorns out!

O daughter I will point them out to you, one after the other I will tell you where they are placed and with My Strength you will pluck out one by one and instead of those thorns that wounded Me I will let you offer Me only flowers from My garden of delights, for they have been growing under My Light, exhaling on earth their sweet fragrance embellishing My garden within My Heart and in Its most intimate depths, I still have the lance's blade Vassula, this too will be removed with My Power I will pull it out I will not spare them this time!

unite My lambs and tell them that

"I, the Lord bless them"

Vassula, I am sending you to him ¹ so that he hears of My Message will you ask him to receive you? will you ask him to guide you?

(In an instant I suddenly saw in a vision given by the Lord, the demons who roam earth, overthrown! it was as if the dry soil they were standing upon, shook and cracked, lifted itself upward like a fist, overthrowing them and helplessly fell backward, powerless,)

This friday I met the Greek priest inside the Greek Orthodox church. I told him everything. He listened accepting all that I said. He wants to study now the revelation.