… Oh, sons, if I were still in the body, I could no longer stay on earth. My body is at the right hand of the Father, and My Spirit has come to fulfill the work. I am the One Who was with a body and I came down into the darkest hell, and I brought out My beloved ones. I crushed the gates of hell, I forgave every sin, with the blood from the cross, and I passed from the old law into the new law, in heaven and on earth. I did not die, but it was a great work. I had power to lift the sword against the Pharisees and to crush their work.
Woe to the sinner who has returned to his sins! Son Israel, hold on well, for I look at you from heaven; I look from My Father at you and I do not forsake you. Neither do I forsake the sinner, but on the day of judgment he will be separated.
My people, why do you not know your enemy, who takes you to death and to the sword? I send you words of salvation, but you do not love Me as you love the evil spirit. God has made that through this clay the work may be done and I will show you at the end all, all the stumps, all the little paths on which I climbed with little fishes, on which I drew the little ship, and all the banks on which I drew it. And what will you do, Christian with a heart of stone and with a defiled body?
Oh, many things have come out on earth with money, but God you cannot pay with money. How shall I still make of the man of today one to become like Peter and like Paul? Oh, I need disciples!
I left man for only a minute, and when I returned, I found him like the pig, rolled in mud; I found him in the tavern and in dirty places and I left weeping. From where shall I take another? I have no one among you to carry My work to the end, but I tell you that the greatest condemnation and curse falls on this age.
Woe to the Christian who has no vine near his nest and goes to buy drink from the evil spirit! Oh, little flower of God, who are torn from My word, if you saw how the evil spirit walks with your body in his arms and takes it to unclean places!…
The greedy man at all breaks God’s building. Greed is the evil spirit. Son, Christian, fast to lose your desire and ask God for temperance of your body! Christian, you get up at night and you cannot say your prayer, but can do other bad things and the whole hours pass this way. Young man, my eyes hurt me looking at your sins. Oh, only if you were the one who keeps heaven and earth in his hand. Oh, what great pain!
My little flowers, be one with Me in sorrow and in sighing and let your heart hurt you too as it hurts Me. Oh, sons, you see your brother making sins. Be with pain, even if he is not a relative of yours, for I tell you that if someone escaped from hell, he would no longer do what you do, and he would come to you from the world and would shake you until your teeth fell out of your mouth.
… I have wonderful words, but whom shall I give them? You say that you are Christian, but you do not leave the bottle from your hand. You know that you are a driver and you do not drink as you get off your job, but from the Kingdom of God will you not be driven out? From your job you do not miss an hour for you get fired, but are you not afraid that you will be driven out from the garden of God when you miss?
Jerusalem, he comes to take from your chicks. Look how he comes, today more, tomorrow more, until he comprises everything. The devil has entered, he has crossed the border, he has entered Romania and has changed everything.
I do not want your wealth, nor money, nor house. I want mercy and obedience, for the pains are from the kingdom of the heavens.
The sin goes from man to man, to the last man, but if the last man overcomes the sin through deeds, he wins. You listen and you sing, but you are not happy unless you fulfill. These are like the peel of the beautiful apple.
… How nice it is in the city! It writes taproom, tobacconist, food store, only death it is not written, but death is written in another language. Do not rise against Me, as you have the right to say that I did not tell you that it is written death. It is not sin to buy, but buy only what you need. Blessed are those in the city if you do not touch your little clothes with this pitch.
My little flowers, be wise, for you will not remain unwatered and unmoistened. A little more and things change and the bound hands of the faith are loosed.