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True Life in God Conferences and Meetings Experience Signs and WondersI was particularly blessed to see that as we read the
messages we could insert our own names thus personalizing the
Messages and for a long time thereafter and more recently again
I heard I Am reverberate in my heart! There has been
since then a continuous revelation in my life of what this
Precious Name means. It has brought new awakening, new
awareness. When there was some question regarding the Messages I
sadly set them aside and was overjoyed by the announcement once
again of their acceptance. Recently, within the past few months
I have felt a deep hunger to hear the voice of Jesus through His
vessel. When Vassula spoke in Winnipeg I saw the face of Jesus
replace hers. At that time I was unaware that this was taking
place elsewhere. As I write this I am aware of the deep
spiritual groaning within my soul which has been stirred by the
cries of Jesus over His divided family. Staying in one corner of the YMCA room, listening to Vassula
answer questions asked by a bishop, priests, a journalist, etc.,
tears rolled down my face when she said that Jesus assured her
that He will send people to her and she would go to them to
disseminate His messages. Being one of the organizers, I thanked
God for making me one of those who made Vassula's visit to
Bangkok possible. At this instance, Vassula turned to me smiling
but it changed to a smiling face of Jesus. Since that time,
March 1998, with my simultaneous reading of the Bible and True
Life in God, I find myself converted daily, exerting more effort
to live the ways of the Lord more fully especially in my
relationship with God and with others. On the stage was a picture of Jesus. I saw the picture change
into a picture of a man who was badly beaten. Vassula's own face
changed while she was speaking. It looked like she grew a beard.
I wanted to get a better look so I reached into my purse for my
glasses. I heard a male voice whom I believed to be Jesus say,
"Look with your heart J." So I put my glasses away. By the time
Vassula finished speaking, her face had returned to its original
state and the picture on the stage looked like a handsome Jesus
again. … I wanted to tell everyone. I wanted to shout. What happened is not for me. It is to testify that what
Vassula is saying is true. What I have just experienced proves
it to me. I have never had experiences like this. This is the
first time. In fact, I never pray out loud and today before the
Healing Service I said a prayer out loud. I felt that I had to
say it. There was a power in me, which made me pray out loud to
thank Vassula for being here. I have prayed to be able to see
Jesus and my prayer was answered, I saw Him in Vassula. As she
was blessing me I kissed her hand because I saw Jesus in her.
She repeated several times: "it's true, it's true, it's true."
On Vassula's talk, the 12 of February, 1994 at Manates,
Puerto Rico, she was explaining and reading the messages she
receives from Jesus. As I was sitting on the front seat close to
the podium, I could see her better than the rest of the people
sitting far away. All of a sudden, when I look at her, I didn't
see her face, I saw the face of Jesus, a very clean-cut face
with his hair in a pony tail. I looked around seeing other faces
but then I looked at Vassula again I kept seeing Jesus face. I
shivered and was filled of deep emotion…After this, at one point
of the Conference instead of Vassula's face I saw her head
covered with the mantle of the Blessed Virgin. I didn't see her
face or any face, just the mantle, the way some sculptures make
her statue in heavy thick layers of clay showing the folds of
the mantle. The graces which Jesus bestowed upon me occurred during your
prayer of the Rosary began during the first mystery when I
started feeling inner currents of electricity over my body. At
the end of the mystery I began to see a constant and pulsing
aura of white light around your head, Vassula. Then, to my
amazement and joy began to see that your whole face and figure
was becoming that of Jesus. She looked at me, to my eyes - but she was not Vassula
anymore. Those were not her eyes, they were the most pure, sad,
clear and tender eyes I have ever seen. I could say that the
closest to it has been when contemplating Jesus in a beautiful
statue or a painting. Those eyes looked at me directly into my
eyes profoundly and smiled at me with the most beautiful,
loving, tender and pure smile I have ever experienced. I started
to feel that I was such a sinner and such an unworthy person and
yet that smile told me that I was loved and I was called. Then I
grieved for all my continued offenses and my imperfections.
Again, I lowered my eyes and tears came into my eyes before this
Powerful Presence I felt there. I saw Vassula Ryden for the first time at a home in
Fairfield. I was seated in the audience about 50 feet away from
her as she spoke. After she had been speaking about a half hour,
I began to see the face of Jesus in Vassula. Her face changed to
the face of Christ similar to one that she has painted. He had a
beard and long hair, and there seemed to be a mist surrounding
him. I should point out that at this time I had not seen the
face she painted. It was not until the next day someone showed
it to me, and I realized the similarity…Then, several minutes
before her talk ended, I saw Christ's face again, but this time
He had a crown of thorns, and I could actually see blood
dripping down the sides of His face…Vassula's face returned as
she was ending her talk. In October, 1994 during Vassula's conference in New York at
`Pray, pray, pray activity' while I was looking at Vassula on
the screen, her face suddenly seemed to fade out slowly and the
face of a man was appearing. I recognized the features of Jesus
Christ with beard, moustache and His hair darker than Vassula's.
While Vassula was speaking Jesus was moving his lips too as
though he was speaking as well. At first I did not believe what
I was seeing, so I picked up my glasses to see whether I was
mistaken. When I wore them I still saw Jesus and this time I
recognized the face of the Shroud. The one that is on the covers
of True Life in God. I noticed His fine long nose while he was
still moving His lips. After a few seconds, He faded away so
that I could see Vassula's feminine face again on the screen.
Then again He appeared and so forth, back and forth several
times and finally Vassula's face reappeared till the end. I was
so happy and I bless God for this grace. During Vassula's Conference in New York at Pray, Pray, Pray
activity, I saw Jesus' face instead Vassula face for several
seconds. This happened in different occasions during her talk. I
saw Jesus' face and what really struck me was the fact that in
the left screen I had Jesus' face with clear and beautiful blue
eyes with no microphone and in the screen to the right side was
Vassula's face, very clear with the microphone in front of her.
I tried to avoid to look at the left screen but I had to look. I
also saw the face of Our Lady in the right screen. What a
beautiful face with her veil. When Vassula was speaking it was more
easy to me to look at the screen instead than to her. On the
screen her face was half Jesus and half hers. I did not want to
say it, but when I heard another person saying it to Father
O'Carroll, I thought I should say it too. I, Erin von Uffel, hereby declare that I saw, on the 9th day
of October, the face of Our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. The
face of Jesus was one with Vassula Ryden as she spoke during the
Marian Conference. I saw the face of Jesus throughout her talk.
I did not expect it, I did not look for it, I did not ask for
it. I completely surrender it for God's Glory. After a moment on the conference I was sure Vassula's face
had disappeared and in its place I could see Our Lady of Narek.
Later just when the conference was about to end, I saw God the
Father's Face. I say so because His beard and moustache were
grayish. This testimony refers to what I myself saw, not knowing
what other persons saw. After Father O'Carroll's presentation and when Vassula came
to the messages transmitted by Jesus, I began to feel a strange
force, which made me drowsy and clouded my intellect. I wasn't
able to control it. I was almost unable to open my eyes and look
then I began to see a change in Vassula's face: it changed to
the one of a man with a moustache and short brown hair, his
complexion was tanned and I noticed brown curl locks on both
sides, his lips thinned and he stared towards us frequently. `It
is Jesus', I thought. And it was then, during the praying of the
rosary that I, as driven by that interior force which made me
drowsy; saw, over Vassula's face, the appearance of another
face; the one of an old man with white hair, white moustache and
white, straight, short hair. This image was full of light and it
forced you to close your eyes. He also looked towards us. I,
bewildered, asked myself, `What am I seeing?' Vassula was impressive indeed and I certainly saw her one
moment as Jesus, the next as herself, rather like a hologram she
seemed to move imperceptibly from one mode to the other. It was
a relief to find this quite a concrete, physical, matter-of-fact
phenomenon - not alarming, embarrassing or revolting! She is a
great inspiration and does lead one to Christ in the Eucharist.
I love to read her honest record of how she resisted Jesus so
many times in such a human fashion. When we went to see and hear Vassula in London on 18
November, 1995 where Father Michael was talking, we looked at
Vassula and saw the Face of Jesus, then when Vassula was giving
us the messages from Jesus, her voice changed, we feel we saw
the figure of Jesus and saw tears on His Face, then we saw Our
Lady's face. The Face of Jesus was there till Vassula had nearly
finished speaking. What an experience, what a privilege. During Vassula's talk she had a picture of Christ on the
Platform with her; the Turin Shroud picture. I realized about
midway through her talk that her face was changing appearance. I
thought it was a trick of my eyes, so I looked away blinked a
few times and looked at her again and her face had taken on the
appearance of the picture. She looked just like Christ, her face
and her head were glowing in a kind of bright misty light. It
looked so beautiful that, unfortunately, I cannot describe in
words how it made me feel. The whole thing happened for about
ten minutes, I continued for quite a few minutes to shake my
head, rub my eyes, look away etc to make sure that what I was
seeing was real. I feel very humbled and honoured that my Lord
should allow me to experience something so wonderful through
Mrs. Ryden. Having been a skeptic all my life, I now have a
stronger, almost childlike faith because of this. I turned to look at Vassula, but the face I saw was not hers. It
was the face of Jesus, looking straight at me. His hair and face
and eyes had the same coloring as Vassula's and the same shape,
but he had effaced her completely. It was as though he was
borrowing her countenance. His face was full of a radiant
brightness. He was looking right into my eyes with a look of
great tenderness and love - and ENJOYMENT. Watching Vassula during her talk, she seemed to disappear and in
her place came Our Blessed Lady, Young and serene, looking so
beautiful in a short white veil. She only seemed to stay for
about 5 minutes; I didn't want Her to leave us. My daughter
attracted my attention; she could see the Divine Merciful Jesus
as He appeared to Sister Faustina. She and I were looking at Our
Divine Saviour. He was suffering, and sorrowful, and was looking
at all the people packed into the church. His beautiful dark
eyes were filled with the tenderest loving look that I have ever
seen. He stayed twice as long as Our Blessed Lady, I just
couldn't take my eyes from Him. I couldn't talk about this on
the return journey, my thoughts were completely full of Our
Blessed Saviour, and how He loves us all, and how a lot of
people don't even know Him. While I was reading the book there was a strong fragrance,
which seemed to be coming from the book. Some time later after
returning to London (I was either given the same book or I
bought it) the same smell filled the room, but this time it was
stronger. This experience was to be repeated many times. I don't
remember when I was told that the smell of incense indicated
that Christ is present. This fragrance did indeed have the same
smell as incense. Also during one of Vassula's talks, I saw the
image of Christ efface Vassula's. He was covered in blood. Sometime in June of 1994, I heard Vassula Ryden talk in South
Hadley, Massachusetts, USA. Her talk on prayer and the Holy
Spirit affected me deeply, igniting within me a deeper thirst
for God and the need of more prayer within my daily life. My
mother and my sister accompanied me to Vassula Ryden's talk, and
all three of us were struck by her humility and peaceful
demeanor. During her talk, I became aware that I was no longer
seeing Vassula Ryden, but a bearded man with long brown hair and
golden highlights standing in her place. Blinking, rubbing my
eyes, and looking away and then back again did not change what I
saw: a very real looking "solid" man. Nothing like this has ever
happened to me before or since. I do believe that the "man" I
saw was Our Lord Jesus Christ. While pondering this going home,
I mentioned to my mother and sister that either I saw Jesus
Christ or I was losing my mind! The astonishment in the car was
great when my sister and mother simultaneously exclaimed that
they too had seen a bearded man in Vassula's place. Some minutes into Vassula's talk, I saw the Face of Jesus. I
recognized the same face as the person on the image of the
Shroud of Turin. I am moved again as I remember the experience.
I saw the Face of what I described to my mother afterwards as
"the deepest face I have ever seen in my life". I could not look
away for long without returning. His Face was there on and off
for the best part of the talk. Nothing I did made the Face go
away. I felt a great sense of peace after the meeting and told
my family all about it. I return to the memory of that day once
in a while and as I recall Jesus' Face I am once again filled
with a great sense of peace. I would like to testify and witness what happened to me when I
went to see Vassula with my friend in London on 18th November
1995, during the talk Vassula was giving I witnessed the
following: Vassula's head was transformed into the Head of the
crucified Jesus. Going home in the car later my friend shared
with me her experience of seeing the Head of the crucified
Jesus. I then shared with her my own experience. Prior to this
date I knew very little about Vassula. Before my very eyes, right across the stage I saw two small
flames, as if peaks, go in her direction. I was upset, thinking
it might be the start of a fire! Yet, there was no smoke nor any
odour of burning! My friend beside me nudged the friend beside
her and said, "Do you see what I see?" When I could no longer
contain myself I asked, "what do you see?" She replied "Look,
look at the flames!" So that confirmed my own observations. It
was not my imagination! After a while, I noticed it happen
again. More "flames", if I may call them such - seemed to leap
faster and higher, and head towards her! The phenomenon repeated
itself at quick intervals, the "flames" or "peaks on fire"
moving more rapidly and leaping higher! By the time Vassula was
concluding her address and we all stood up to express our
profound thanks what I saw seemed incredible! Indeed I was left
awe struck and speechless! There stood Vassula framed with
"tongues of fire"! It was exquisitely, ethereal! While Vassula was talking I began to see the face of Jesus
Christ on her. I couldn't believe what I was seeing because I'm
near-sighted and I thought, was my sight playing tricks on me?
But an hour and a half later I told my girlfriend what I was
seeing. She answered me that one of Vassula's miracles was some
people could see a feature of Jesus Christ. I said to her "you
didn't tell me anything about that!" With the spotlight beaming on Vassula, she came down the stage
to pray over the first person on the line. While doing so,
Vassula’s face changed and became Jesus' face. Since that time,
I tried hard to change my life to conform to God's ways. I know
that with God's love and mercy, I will find THE WAY. At the 1998 San Francisco conference, I saw a bright, intense
light come from Vassula. It was a spiritual light, but so
bright, I had to close my eyes. The light was strongest in her
head area but seemed to come form her upper body, especially the
heart area. The picture of Jesus on the podium also seemed to
acquire some life and began to enlarge and glow. I thought,
"This is too much!" so decided not to look at the picture. I
kept my attention on Vassula, then saw her face change to what
appeared to be the face of Jesus. Then she was no longer
standing there. Jesus was standing there. I attended Vassula’s first talk in San Francisco in 1996, and
now this second one in 1998. On stage in front of the podium was
a large photo of Jesus. To the side was a banner of the Virgin
Mary mounted on a tripod stand. I sat in the second row and
could see a large mass of white light at a distance behind
Vassula during most of the presentation. At some point, a small
golden light appeared above Vassula’s head very briefly. I, Georges Habre, Civil Aviation Engineer, was present at Hamea,
at the convent of St. Francis during a presentation given by
Vassula. I saw, by the grace of God, her face transformed into
the face of God the Father (a very old man with long white hair
and a long white beard). This happened while she was talking
about Him. Glory to God! As Vassula spoke, I felt my vision becoming a bit blurry and
distorted. I felt my eyes straining to focus on Vassula's face.
It is still very hard to describe. I looked away for a while and
re-focused on Vassula's face. That same distorted vision
persisted. I looked around at other people to change the view. I
kept seeing this still face, looking at me. At that point, I had
dismissed it as fatigue. We had traveled from Texas to Canada
and I thought I simply needed to rest my eyes. To be honest, I
had not expected to experience anything from this presentation.
I simply wanted my mother to hear Vassula speak. I tried to
concentrate on her presentation but I still did not understand
what I had seen. After the presentation, my mother and I were
speaking to a lady who had been sitting near us. She was
speaking to my mother when I noticed a medal around her neck. I
asked what it was. As she flipped it over, I almost fell to my
knees. On her medal, I saw the exact same image I had seen as
Vassula spoke. It was the face of Jesus. I wept. I sat in a
corner, trembling and wept. From that point on, my life changed.
It's as if my world has transformed from "black-and-white" to
"color" (for the lack of a better comparison). I was taken to a
deeper spiritual level. I did have an experience of seeing Christ with a long white robe
in place of Vassula one afternoon early evening in a high school
in Gaithersburg, MD. Later talking to my sister I learned she
also had the same experience as well as a friend of ours'
sister. That same day at dusk, or before the sun started not
only spinning but dancing and moving up and down and from one
side to another. I dropped on my knees. During Vassula's talk I kept smelling roses even though all I
could see, by our Lady's statue which was next to me, was
poinsettias. At the intermission I asked the person next to me
about it and she told me it was Our Blessed Lady - that she
always accompanies Vassula wherever she goes. It was the most
beautiful scent I ever smelled and I believed it was Our Lady.
I was very impressed by the message but was totally unprepared
for what I saw. On two or three consecutive occasions as Vassula
raised her head I actually saw the face of Jesus rather than
Vassula's. The vision remained each time until she returned her
head to the podium. I was not only not surprised but remember
thinking how unusual it was to see a man's face and hear a
woman's voice. At the time I just did not register the
significance of the event. The vision was as in the picture one
sees on the cover of the TLIG books but with what appeared to be
a gold metallic halo in place of the hair on His head. The
impact of the event hit me the next day or so. During one of Vassula's talks in Peterborough,
Ontario, Jesus' face twice effaced Vassula's for a few brief
seconds. I was incredulous and did not tell anyone about this
for a long time. TLIG has made my faith deeper, richer, ever
more personal and my heart longs for Church unity - especially
the unification of the dates of Easter, the conversion of
Russia, that God be All to all. TLIG has lead me in an ever
gradual way deeper into the hearts of the most holy Triune
Trinity, Mary, St. Joseph and all the angels and saints. At the latter half of Vassula's conference Miwa saw Vassula's
face change to that similar to the face of the Holy Shroud medal
(with eyes closed), with large amounts of wavy hair coming down
to the shoulders and the face having a dark complexion. There
was authority like Jesus must have had giving the Sermon on the
Mount, and spontaneously, "Oh, Jesus!" came on her lips. This
lasted for quite a while. She had come to the conference with
her two grandchildren and the husbands of her second and third
daughters. Afraid that she was just imagining, she later found
that the husband of her third daughter also saw Vassula's face
transfigured to that of Jesus. When we were listening to her testifying about God, I saw her
face changed! (Our seat was on the fifth bench directly opposite
Vassula). I saw a face tender, lovely and beautiful with blond
wavy hair and a beard - after, it looked like the face came
nearer to me - and the eyes became very blue - after that I saw
Him standing still - with a long white robe...I told my husband:
"Her face looks just like the face of Jesus Christ" I never
heard of this happening before. Since then I have faith in God.
I still read the books more that once. I take the books along
with me everywhere I go. It is a very great grace. I thank and
praise the Lord! On the stage was a picture of Jesus. I saw the picture change
into a picture of a man who was badly beaten. Vassula's own face
changed while she was speaking. It looked like she grew a beard.
I wanted to get a better look so I reached into my purse for my
glasses. I heard a male voice whom I believed to be Jesus say,
"Look with your heart J." So I put my glasses away. By the time
Vassula finished speaking, her face had returned to its original
state and the picture on the stage looked like a handsome Jesus
again. I wanted to tell everyone. I wanted to shout. I was particularly blessed to see that as we read the messages
we could insert our own names thus personalizing the Messages
and for a long time thereafter and more recently again I heard I
Am reverberate in my heart! There has been since then a
continuous revelation in my life of what this Precious Name
means. It has brought new awakening, new awareness. When there
was some question regarding the Messages I sadly set them aside
and was overjoyed by the announcement once again of their
acceptance. Recently, within the past few months I have felt a
deep hunger to hear the voice of Jesus through His vessel. When
Vassula spoke in Winnipeg I saw the face of Jesus replace hers.
At that time I was unaware that this was taking place elsewhere.
As I write this I am aware of the deep spiritual groaning within
my soul which has been stirred by the cries of Jesus over His
divided family. Mrs. H. had experienced seeing Christ [Sacred Heart statue]
shining when Vassula was giving her conference on March 30
[1995] at Tokyo. Mrs. H. decided to give the account after
reading your article on similar experiences in other countries!
Vassula was explaining about how kind, gentle and not
reprimanding Jesus is. I had been watching the microphone and
all of a sudden it was not her arm I seen but a white sleeve
covering the arm. White so very bright it made my eyes tear. It
was not Vassula I was seeing and listening to but Jesus himself.
He had a gold ring kind of collar on the white gown and a gold
throw over his shoulder. The most beautiful gold I have ever
seen. I was in a state of amazement. I seen him for what seemed
like 3 minutes. I only know all I could do was cry. Thank you
for printing Jesus’ messages, to bring them to the world for
Jesus. I began to see the face of Jesus in Vassula. As she was
speaking, I blinked, I moved my head in several positions,
thinking it was an illusion caused by lighting or shadows;
however, the face remained the same, and I watched it for about
10 minutes more before it turned back to the face of Vassula. I
saw Christ's face again, but this time He had a crown of thorns,
and I could actually see blood dripping down the sides of His
face. On two other occasions, at St. John's University in New
York, I intermittently saw her face change to that of Christ.
The second day He appeared as Christ the King with a shimmering
gold crown. She (Vassula) reached out her hand and as I touched her hand and
looked into her face, I saw the face of Jesus Christ. At first,
I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't even move. It was the
most beautiful face I have ever seen. His eyes were magnificent.
I hope this will help you in your efforts in promoting Vassula
and the Divine messages she is delivering to all of us. In December 1993, I found myself spiritually, emotionally (and
wanting to be physically) dead. My marriage of 20 years over,
the sudden death of my father, loss of my job and home. June 12,
1994, Vassula arrived and began to speak. She then turned
towards the area where I was sitting and my sister hit me and
said, "Do you see that?" I did. It was Jesus standing in front
of us. I felt as if he were looking right at me, his beard, the
long face and his head hanging to one side, a crown of thorns.
He looked exhausted and sad. I began to cry and begged for
forgiveness and the same time I started to thank Him. I felt
like someone had taken all my anxiety and replaced it with shear
peacefulness and joy. Celebration of Mass started and it meant
more to me than any mass I had ever attended. I heard every word
and felt God's presence in me after communion. Driving away from
the site, I yelled, look at the sun! In the sky was the sun and
a huge disc in front of it and the outer part spinning.
Different colors were shooting out of it. Circles or balls of
blue and green and pink were falling all around it, even the
children saw it. 3 weeks later, I received all the volumes of
True Life in God from my mother. My life will never be the same.
For me, it's a very personal message of love from my creator.
When people at church see how joyful I am they say, `if that's
what you got from reading Vassula Ryden I want to read those
messages'. After the talk I had the chance to tell Mrs. Aquino that I saw
her rubbing her eyes during Vassula's talk. Mrs. Aquino told me
that she saw Vassula's face look like the face of Jesus with a
beard, which is exactly the way I saw her too. Mrs Aquino said
she could not believe what she saw so she kept on rubbing her
eyes. The lady beside her had told her that she also saw
Vassula's face change and it was only then that she found out
that she really saw what she did. I saw Jesus Christ in person of Vassula Ryden when she and the
group pray `Our Father'. Her face change to a man and this is
Jesus Christ our Lord. I'm so happy and I'm praising the Lord.
The first time I saw and heard Vassula speak was last Thursday
18.6.93 at the Stella Maris Chapel, Cubao, Philippines from 9
o'clock - 11.30 a.m. Vassula transformed before my eyes (I was
sitting at the first row) into Jesus' Mother Mary and other
spirits who I am not sure who they were. Especially the part
where in Jesus talks to Vassula about the 'REBEL' I saw Vassula
transform (even her clothes) into a man in a silver metal
warrior's costume. I saw different beings, queens, Jesus at 10
year old; Jesus at around 13 years old - different ages -
different women I think one was Mary Magdalene w/long clothes.
There was constant light around her, engulfed in clouds also.
Vassula's height stayed the same. What I saw through the camera was her face with a suffering
expression, with a very intense and profound gaze in her eyes. I
did not see, but immediately recalled, the face of Jesus in the
photo of the Shroud of Turin. The look in her eyes moved me to
sadness, as when you see an injustice being done to someone. I
asked myself, I wonder if it hurts her that I film her.
Immediately, the thought came to my mind that she was asking:
"What have I done to you that you hurt me so much?". After that
I was hesitant to film any more from a close distance because I
thought it hurt her. Later, however, I was given to understand
that it was not she who was asking the question. It was a
question that came from Jesus. And I was also given to
understand that my sins hurt Him. She again took the position of the cross. She tried again to
stand up and laid her head on my arm (I was kneeling beside
her). Her head was down and I caressed her face and her hair and
said "Jesus I love you". She opened her eyes, showing a light
blue color (Vassula's eyes are brown) with a sweet and loving
look that I will never forget. Her weight was so heavy that I
could not hold her and she had the Third Fall. I was so shaken
with emotion since I felt and truly believed that I had Jesus in
my arms. I asked for help to accommodate her on the floor. She
called me with her eyes and I approached her. She then made the
sign of the cross on my forehead with the two fingers that were
maintained erect and which felt like two bars of ice. It was
impossible to bend the fingers. At the time I was introduced to her, her face faded out and
changed to look like Jesus face. At that moment I realized I was
in front of her but also and as well in front of Him, this was
for about thirty seconds. I looked around and again at Vassula's
face and still His face was there looking at me with the
greatest kindness I have ever seen, and a crown of thorns was on
His head. Despite smiling at me He was in some sort of deep
pain; I wanted to kneel. Then a soft voice coming from Vassula
said something to me but I could hardly answer. Again I saw His
face. By this time the group noticed something was happening; I
was speechless. Now, as Thomas, I also repeat "because I have
seen, I believe". I closed my eyes and started to cry and to pray. I could not
believe in that moment what I was experiencing. When I opened my
eyes I saw Vassula levitating, holding all her body just with
the tip of her feet and the top of her head. She had both arms
stretched. She was some 4 inches from the floor for about 4 to 5
minutes. She gave a message and it was written. Your interview is making many conversions, even among the
clergy. I know a priest, here in Brasilia, that does not believe
in Heaven, In Purgatory, in Hell, in Lourdes, in Fatima, in
Medjugorje and in you. After he saw your [Vassula's] interview, he became
another man (at least about you [Vassula]). He phoned to many friends of
his saying that he now believes in you. And he cried: `It's
wonderful! I believe, it's Jesus really that's talking to her!
She's not lying I'm sure! I saw her, it's truth! |