Jesus is so distinct this morning. Sometimes I'm so afraid all this might be wrong, that maybe I don't see Him but think I see Him, yet when its like this He somehow convinces me it is all exact to the point. Is it really You Jesus?

I feel that these moments I'm in God's Presence elated. I do not want this moment to ever leave, I need nothing more, everything around me becomes so seemingless, unimportant, God's Presence fills up every empty corner, It fills you up and one feels full; complete. I see Him, garbed in the way we know Jesus. My ears could almost hear physically the shuffle of His tunic, His step; now He is standing on my left side while I am knelt on my small table where in front of me is His picture of the Holy Shroud. Then an icone of St Mary with Jesus as a child. Jesus is 2 feet away from me, His Holy Face is beauty in Itself. He asked me to look at Him, He showed me His Heart, all His Breast was lit, shining, glowing, out of Love.

(I have been praying these prayers for some time in the beginning, but later on I stopped. St. Mary reminded me to continue. Since the reminder I do it regularly, Jesus explains here of how to open the day of writing by these 3 prayers, because I was not sure whether I had to do it every time before I write, which could be 3 or 4 times a day; sometimes for one sentence, or if He meant once a day as opening.)

Vassula assemble My children and read the Message I had dictated to you some time ago, ¹ I want you to read It out to them, I love them and among them all I Am, My creation, you are Mine, you are My seed, beloved I am your Saviour, will you return to Me, will you fall into My Arms? I will forgive your sins, come and eat My Bread come and taste My Wine, if you repent I will forgive you, listen to My Heart beats, every beat is a call for a soul

Yes Lord, I will.