… Know that every prayer you raise here reaches to the altar of heaven, and what you work is of great value to God. For this good I come down, for this good I lose the time.
… Until there is at the patriarchy a leader after God’s pleasure, there is no peace. Oh, sons, guard yourselves from this priest, for soon I will do what I will do with him. Either I tame him after My pleasure, or I take him out of the altar of the church.
… All rejoice in freedom, but I have brought the freedom of salvation, and only that one will live, only that one will overcome, who wants the freedom of salvation.
The earth no longer gives Me peace with its cries. It cries to Me to cleanse it sooner, for it is full of filth and of mange and of itch; it scratches itself until blood. This word is spiritual. The itch upon it is satan’s filth.
… I make Myself a path to come out with My word into the light. For what should I keep the earth? For the one who has hate on God? You have seen, in the newspaper it writes little, little about God. Everything is their rustle, it is their word. Each one makes himself master over what he has.
… Can I take into consideration the ministry of the priest who both commits adultery and serves at the same time? The priesthood, which hates God’s people; who is to hear those that have hate in their heart? Look at the icons about the second judgment. All the priests who defile My gift go there.
The youth of nowadays does no longer want God. God’s greatest pain comes from the youth of nowadays. Sons, call out Romania’s cleaning in a loud voice and with tears. The cries of My little people have turned the wheel, but We have to work to bring about the freedom fully, for I want to make My word known so that all Romania may know of it, but the steel is made little by little. The sour grapes turn into honey with patience and silence.
Everything that is in Romania is like black and muddy water, with horrifying waves. (After the events of the Revolution against the dictatorship of Ceaușescu, within the first years of democracy, no.).