The Word of God at the feast of the saint apostle Andrew (Excerpt)

I, the Lord, am becoming a river of word on this day and I am writing Myself into My book of today with the memorial of the days in which I have sealed with My holy law the little garden of My word into the midst of the Romanian people and My ark of covenant in it, and I have opened before those in heaven My Holy of Holies of the New Jerusalem and the service in it before Me, and I have got as witnesses coming from heaven with Me, the apostle Andrew and My trumpet, Verginica, (Saint Virginia, the sixth apocalyptic trumpet, r.n.) and from the earth, I have got here My bishop of today, (Irineu, r.n.), and with whom I have proclaimed My word of hallowing and sealing with the law of holiness of the little garden of the spring of My word, My little garden set apart for Me and for My glory of today, a mysterious glory, the word of resurrection upon those on earth. Amen.

… Oh, it is great the health for Me in man, for without it, man is not healthy, even if his body is. The real treasure of the man’s health is then when his body can work for God and like God on earth among people, for My health and living in man bring forth fruit to Me, souls taken out of fire and brought to resurrection. I am the One Who was resurrected from the dead so that man may come to life as I did, for I came to life for man, and I am the beginning of the resurrection, and happy and holy are those who have part of the first resurrection, and against whom death has no more power, as it is written. Oh, be filled with wisdom, as for My mysteries wisdom from above is needed, faith is needed; well founded faith, unshaken to the end, to its payment, for I deeply suffer from those who do not want to walk with Me on this way to its end, jumping out of My little boat again in the midst of the world full of sin and which spoils the earth all over, and the world and its spirit banishes Me from all over. Oh, do not rejoice, do not rest, do not be patient as long as you live in the midst of the world with your steps, for the world swims in sin and leaves its track all over it rules and grows with its poisonous venom for man. Have in you My Spirit and holy water from My spring of word and become a path with it among the dead, for there is no greater sickness for man than the spirit of the world, a spirit that calls on earth the day of My wrath, a day of great pain over the man’s joys without God on earth.