5 October 1992, Vassula prays:

Father, once,
before Your Majesty revived the memory of my poor soul,
I had forgotten who had made me.
The next moment You restored my memory
You asked me to lift up my eyes to the heavens,
then a ray of Light shone on me
and like a consuming fire, Your Spirit rested on me.

True Light, Inexhaustible Treasure,
You are awe-inspiring, and stupendously Great!
How can I not thank and praise You, most Tender Father,
for resting Your Spirit on my wretched soul
and making Your Spirit one with me?

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