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The Lord woke me up at midnight and asked me to write down a message:
I have called you Vassula, hear Me:
be firm, be firm like a rock do not be like quicksand I have chosen you, in spite of your weakness, nevertheless, I knew you would not swallow up My Words, like quicksand; My Word shall be placed on you, engraved on you and they will lie there, for everyone to read! Vassula, think, would a farmer choose to toil and cultivate a rich soil to sow his grains, or would he go and throw his grains in swamps and quicksand? My Vassula, what have you to fear? pray for discernment;
Vassula, I will write now My program for the meeting of the seventeenth, then I shall also write down My Message to them My child, you will sanctify the hall with incense and holy water; you will pray the exorcism prayer to Saint Michael;
(Here God made me understand that the rest of the program is to be left into my private copy-book.)
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