Gerontissa Galactia was claimed to experience an apocalypse that surpasses all human
reason. An experience that, if you consider it carefully, can
change the way you see yourself, the world and
God himself. The Old Lady didn't just have a dream.
He lived a heavenly reality and what he conveyed is neither philosophy
nor theological fantasy. it is the fruit of experience in the uncreated light of the Holy
Trinity. Let us stand with respect and silence before
her words. No one can describe the
greatness of heaven. Gerontissa began with this phrase.
He spoke of a light that has no beginning, middle, and end. A light unlike
any earthly light. It has no shape. You have no shadow. You can't touch it.
And yet it contains all information, mysteries, explanations that do not fit into the
human mind. It was the light of the Father, the Son, and the
Holy Spirit. One common light, but at the same time three
distinct lights. A mega mystery that you cannot describe.
The anarchic father is nowhere to be seen. No one has seen him. Neither do the angels.
And no one will see him either. His polylight covers him.
But his goodness, his love, his provision for the world,
his tolerance and his longsuffering spread everywhere.
The Son is seen because he became like us. He took on a human body and is
clearly seen emitting light. He has blue eyes, auburn hair
and forked sideburns, average height and a symmetrical body. It is Christ
as crucified. His wounds remain unhealed to
recognize him. The Holy Spirit has no form. It is
light. It moves with a clattering force, but no one hears it.
He passes by all, but only the repentant stands.
He dwells where there is humiliation and brokenness.
He came into the world and did not leave. Let's stop and wonder.
Do we ever feel that this light surrounds us?
In another experience, the old galactia saw something even more
shocking. He saw a shining man sitting on a
terrible throne. In his hands he held a small ball.
Something like germs started to grow inside her.
When she came to, she prayed with all her soul that she would understand what she saw.
and received information. He who sat on the throne was the ancient of
days, our Lord Jesus Christ. And that ball was the universe, so
small before him that it is not even a grain of sand in his callous hands. And
the germs were the people. We who are puffed up with selfishness
grow inside and think we have become gods and forget that without
him we are nothing. We can be great as we are
his children. After all, the entire universe was created for us. But we must
feel a nothingness before the Lord.
And now think how differently we would live if we remembered this
every day. When the Old Woman dared to ask to
see the earth, she saw it as small as a sphere in the hands of God, but it was not
clean. It was wrapped in a
stinky membrane. And then the voice of God was heard
telling the archangel Michael to take out that dirty face with his sword.
The stench comes from men, from their mouths, their nostrils,
their sinews, and all their wicked works.
Gerontissa was crying, begging for the knife to go in gently, so that the
world wouldn't bleed too much. But the answer was no. It 's not
possible. Let's stop and ask ourselves
why we really fear this purge. When you see a world
drowned in sin, you cannot ask for a doctor without pain, just as an
operation saves you, but a knife is needed.
Then Gerontissa turned towards her homeland.
With tears she begged God to have mercy on her and he replied,
your country is drowned in this stench, but for my mother's sake it will come off very
lightly. They won't feel the knife much. It was then that he came to his senses. He understood that the
world would be cleansed with blood. It will be filled with unbearable pain and
wars. But Greece, our little homeland, will be lucky.
Not because it deserves it, but because the Virgin Mary covers it.
Let us also begin to ask for mercy from the Lord. But tears are needed.
Difficult times await us. What Gerontisa Galactia saw is not
a threat, but an opportunity for repentance. The light of God is here.
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