… This word remains written and it is God’s Word, and I have on My right side, the myrrh giver, the bishop Spyridon, great before God, a gentle shepherd and humble in his heart, like his Shepherd, like Christ, for today is his day, and only after that the feast of Christmas follows as ordained by the ancestors in My church.
Oh, you were My servant on earth, great over the flock of My church, great in grace, the grace that put to shame those who were proud among the servants of the church who were full of the evil spirit of envy, a spirit serving satan, the old serpent, and since then you have remained on My side, righteous and humble, and great by these, and you worked over the synod, gathered for the confirmation of the church dogmas before the proud ones, who spread heresies, and then holy canons were established over the servants at the altar and over the flock, and the word of your mouth was given from heaven, from the Spirit of God, Who goes with the saints and gives them grace, and He gives them to speak at due time, as it is written. And when you confessed the unity of God’s Trinity and showed by the brick held in your hand, and with your zeal, and from which were separated the things out of which it was made; dust, water and fire, oh, those dressed in thin clothes were filled with envy in the churchly assembly of the bishops in your time, and then they sent their men to cut the heads of the horses at your wagon, which had carried you to the churchly council for the destruction of the enemies, who had been striking against My flock as in the time of My body. However, you were gentle, gentle then, and restored the heads at the bodies of your horses and, oh, and there was a great miracle, for your horses, which seemed to be like some angels that were carrying you, stood and served you, and many marveled on their way when they saw the head of the white horse on the black one, and the head of the black horse on the white one, and you were the wonderful one, the one praised by the angels from above.
… Oh, I suffer from you. I suffer because of you, sons, bishops and priests. You do not resemble Me in your spirit and in the love from heaven, and I am love, sons. You have looked with jealous eyes at the servants of My word here, standing in white clothes and ministering at the altar before My throne for the forgiveness of the men’s sins and for the resurrection of the dead, as My work with them is. Many of you have adorned yourselves with white clothes to serve, but the white dress is the wedding dress, and you are strangers to Me with life, and you have women, also strangers to the wedding garment and by your own consent you did that and adorned yourselves within white clothes, and you love only luxury, but grace is needed, sons, and you have to pass from body into spirit, to be My true worshippers as those in the citadel of My word are.