I want to make a home to Me but there is no one to build with. I do not have a place. I want to make a home to Me and the heathen made himself a master of My own land and got high power to stop Me. Oh, what an emptiness! Where shall I find a place to make Me a house? Where are you Noah to make a house for Me? I made then, I accomplished, but what got left to Me I cannot fulfill to Me today. The heathen took away My home. He is not afraid of Me; he goes side by side with Me. Oh, son, I do not complain as the poor does because he has not got a place to make him a house, but I whine you, Christian, that the time for harvest has come; the time of mash has come and there is no more time. On the vine stake I will mash them! Worship Me, groan, repent and cry for poverty as you do not have a cage. Do not cry of hunger as the one that does not eat lives as well. Only the homeless does not live. Spiritually! Get up, as I have a whistle and you are not going to know to whom I whistled and when I whistled.
… My people, I am sorry that the holy name has been lost, although it is written that everything will perish, but God with His people will not perish. The wolves have entered the sheepfold and have eaten the sheep. Oh, My people, do not give up, and heal yourself at your wound. But know that after the rising again of the earth something will remain with Me; not in heaven, but on earth.
… Israel, where is your barn? Do you have something in it? Israel, for as long as you have spoken with Me, do you have something in the barn? Israel, son, My little children, know that if you perish, judged you will be, for you were well fed, you were not beaten, you were not naked, you were not unfed, and you were well shown mercy. Israel, you could have had the barn full. The hard time is coming, and you will be the first to complain, you who have eaten at the table with God. You will be the first to suffer of hunger and of cold.
… My people, it has not been since the age began that I should fight so hard for My home. It is not for Myself that I make a house, but for you I make a house. My people, do not be eager only to see, but be eager to fulfill. My people, I have come not to leave you any more, so that the time may be that you are not an orphan, so that at the time that comes you may know to come to Me. Write on paper, sons, and do not lose any of the words from Me. Do not say, My child, that you come to God, and then find yourself in the arms of the evil spirit, for many will come in My name, and it is the evil spirit. My people, write My pain on paper.
… God made your image beautiful, but He made it that you may come to Him and fulfill. And you, beautiful one, and you, ugly one, come to God! Oh, sons, what a beautiful bride has come to Me into My house! Who is more beautiful than the martyr Barbara? Who is more beautiful than the martyr Philothea, than the martyr Catherine or the devout Parascheva, or than My dear Mother? Write, Daniel, write, for they did not ask for an earthly bridegroom, but they wanted a heavenly Bridegroom.
… It will flow as the rain flows on the earth, so will the money flow over you, and be careful, for you have nothing to buy with it, and do not deceive yourself, for the lack of fruit is coming, both spiritual and earthly. The earthly one will come and will say: „I see that you are red and beautiful. It means that you have bread. Give me some too“. He does not know that you live with Me and that is why you live and are beautiful.
… Daniel, do not be grieved any more, for the joy is coming too. In the morning the joy comes, have you heard? And we will knead all the pains, with the remedy. So it is, sons, in every place where God works, the evil spirit comes too and spoils. Weep together with Me.
… Christians, the wolves are howling at the borders. My Christian children, here lies the Romanian hearth, from where honey and milk will flow. You shall not go elsewhere, you shall settle here. Wait for the estranged one (King Mihai, r.n.), who is now preparing himself, far away, for Lord brings him onto his land.