Σάν σήμερα στίς 20 Μαϊου πέθανε ή γερόντισσα Γαλακτία τής

 ΓΕΡΟΝΤΙΣΣΑ ΓΑΛΑΚΤΙΑ: «ΦΩΝΑΖΩ ΤΟ ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ ΚΑΙ ΓΙΝΟΥΝΤΑΙ ΚΑΠΝΟΣ»

(21 Ἰουλίου 2016)

Ἡ Γερόντισσα ἀπευθυνόμενη στὸν κ. Α. Μωραϊτάκη. 

ΓΕΡΟΝΤΙΣΣΑ: «Νὰ ξέρετε τί μοῦ κάνει μέρα νύχτα ὁ θεοκατάρατος; Κοιμᾶμαι καὶ μὲ ξυπνᾶ: “Σήκω -μοῦ λέει- θὰ παντρευτεῖς. Φτοῦ, φτοῦ, φτοῦ. Δὲν ἔβαλα ποτὲ σὰν κοπέλα τέτοιο λογισμὸ καὶ τώρα μοῦ λὲς ἀναίσχυντε τέτοια πράγματα. Ἐγὼ παντρεύτηκα τὸν Ἀναστημένο Χριστό. Αὐτὸς ἦταν πάντα ὁ Νυμφίος τῆς καρδιᾶς μου". Ἄλλοτε φεύγει μὲ οὐρλιαχτὰ καὶ ἄλλοτε μὲ χαχανητά. Μὲ ξυπνᾶ πάλι καὶ μοῦ λέει: “Ξύπνα νὰ προσευχηθεῖς. Ὥρα γιὰ προσευχή”. Τοῦ λέω: “Νὰ κάνεις τὴ δουλειά σου ἐσύ... Ξέρω πότε θὰ προσευχηθώ... Δὲν θὰ μοῦ πεῖς ἐσύ;” “Ποιὰ δουλειά μου νὰ κάνω” μοῦ λέει. “Νὰ πειράζω τοὺς ἀνθρώπους;” “Νὰ μετρᾶς τὶς μέρες –τοῦ ἀπαντῶ– ποὺ θὰ ἔρθει ὁ Κύριος στὴ Δευτέρα Παρουσία Του καὶ θὰ κλεισθεῖς μόνιμα στὰ καταχθόνια”. Ἐκεῖ σκάει καὶ φεύγει ζεματισμένος. Ἄλλοτε πάλι προσπαθῶ νὰ φορέσω τὸ φουστάνι μου καὶ ἔρχεται καὶ μὲ κοροϊδεύει: “Μὴ βάλλεις μαύρο. Φόρεσε ρόζ σὰν αὐτό... Αὐτὸ τὸ χρῶμα μ' ἀρέσει ἐμένα”. Τοῦ ἐπιτίθεμαι καὶ πάλι μὲ τὴ δύναμη τοῦ Χριστοῦ καὶ γίνεται ἄφαντος. Βυθίζομαι στὴν προσευχὴ καὶ ἔρχεται: “Σταμάτα –μοῦ λέει – κάνε μικρὴ διακοπή. Σοῦ ἔφερα γλυκό νὰ ξαποστάσεις”. Καὶ κρατᾶ ἀκαθαρσίες. Μετὰ χαχανίζει καὶ φεύγει.

Ἄλλοτε ἔρχονται πολλοὶ μαζὶ ὡς γυμνές γυναῖκες καὶ γυμνοὶ ἄνδρες. “Κοίτα, κοίτα. Κοίτα νὰ μαθαίνεις ἄσχετη. Κοίτα πὼς ζεῖ σήμερα ὁ κόσμος. Κοίτα τί τοὺς βάζουμε καὶ κάνουν.” Ἐκεῖ φωνάζω τὸ “Χριστὸς Ἀνέστη” καὶ γίνονται καπνός. Μοῦ κρατοῦν τὸ ἀναπηρικό «Π», μοῦ μπερδεύουν τὰ λόγια τῆς προσευχῆς, μοῦ ρίχνουν αὐτὰ ποὺ κρατῶ στὰ χέρια, μὲ ἀπειλοῦν, μὲ ἀηδιάζουν. Συνήθως ἔρχονται ὅταν εἶμαι μόνη. Χαλιμπουρδίζουνε συνήθως, ἀλλὰ καταλαβαίνω μὲ ἄλλο τρόπο τί λένε. Γίνονται καὶ τάχατες ὄμορφοι, ἀλλὰ καταλαβαίνω ἀμέσως τὴν “ὀμορφιά” τους. Ἀναστατώνεται ὅλο τὸ μέσα μου, ἔχω τάση γιὰ ἐμετό. Ἀνατριχιάζω. Βρομᾶνε πολύ...».

Πηγή: “Η Οσία Γερόντισσα Γαλακτία της Κρήτης”, Ιερά Μητρόπολις Μόρφου, εκδ. Θεομόρφου, Β΄ έκδοση, σελ. 141-142.

Ο μ Μητροφάνης που είδε πως βγαίνει το Αγιο Φώς

Testimony of the Saint Mitrophanis Monk, who on M. Saturday of 1926 hid inside the Holy Sepulcher and saw everything that miraculously happens when the Holy Light touches it.

We transfer them as they are published in the book of Haris Skarlakidis "The Holy Light, The Miracle of the Great Sabbath at the Tomb of Christ".

For 12 hours he remained motionless and silent [Father Mitrophanis]. He had only a little water with him a small torch, which he used at 11 o'clock in the morning when the Tomb was sealed with beeswax and left alone in the dark.

One hour later, according to the Standard, on the twelfth noon, the door of the Tomb was unsealed, and later the Greek patriarch entered.

The passage that follows has been attributed to the elementary school and describes what takes place after the entry of the patriarch, exactly as Father Mitrophanis recounts it:

"Then I discerned the figure of the patriarch, stooping to enter the life-giving tomb. At that very moment, when my agony was in a terrible overdrive in the deathly silence, when I could barely hear my breathing, I suddenly heard a slight whistling. It was like a thin breath of wind.

And immediately I saw an unforgettable sight, a blue Light filling the entire sacred space of the life-giving Tomb... How worried was that blue Light, through which I could clearly see the patriarch, from whose face sweat was flowing...

And as if illuminated by that Light, he began to recite the wishes...

And immediately the blue Light began to transform into an all-white Light, like that of the Transfiguration of Christ.

Then that all-white Light transformed into an all-luminous orb like the sun, which remained motionless above the patriarch's head.

Then I saw the patriarch holding the bundles of 33 candles.

And as he slowly raised his hands, the holy candle and his four bundles of candles were automatically lit.

At that moment the bright orb disappeared.

My eyes filled with tears and my whole body was burning"!

NDE And devils

The realm of this world, both above and below, is full of demonic beings. So, the beings of light that people see when they die are demons, especially when they ask silly questions. God knows everything about you. A real God wouldn't be laughing or asking questions about your life. These creatures are devils, and we should not trust near-death experiences as a reality of the afterlife. There are many cases of this kind of deception by the devil. Wake up, people. No real God would ever ask you silly questions or start laughing. The real problem here is that people believe that when they die, they will face the same blissful feelings. The realm of this world, both above and below, is full of demonic beings. So, the beings of light that people see when they die are demons, especially when they ask silly questions. God knows everything about you. A real God wouldn't be laughing or asking questions about your life. These creatures are devils, and we should not trust near-death experiences as a reality of the afterlife. There are many cases of this kind of deception by the devil. Wake up, people. No real God would ever ask you silly questions or start laughing. The real problem here is that people believe that when they die, they will face the same blissful feelings?

 ΓΕΡΟΝΤΙΣΣΑ ΓΑΛΑΚΤΙΑ: «ΦΩΝΑΖΩ ΤΟ ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ ΚΑΙ ΓΙΝΟΥΝΤΑΙ ΚΑΠΝΟΣ»

(21 Ἰουλίου 2016)

Ἡ Γερόντισσα ἀπευθυνόμενη στὸν κ. Α. Μωραϊτάκη. 

ΓΕΡΟΝΤΙΣΣΑ: «Νὰ ξέρετε τί μοῦ κάνει μέρα νύχτα ὁ θεοκατάρατος; Κοιμᾶμαι καὶ μὲ ξυπνᾶ: “Σήκω -μοῦ λέει- θὰ παντρευτεῖς. Φτοῦ, φτοῦ, φτοῦ. Δὲν ἔβαλα ποτὲ σὰν κοπέλα τέτοιο λογισμὸ καὶ τώρα μοῦ λὲς ἀναίσχυντε τέτοια πράγματα. Ἐγὼ παντρεύτηκα τὸν Ἀναστημένο Χριστό. Αὐτὸς ἦταν πάντα ὁ Νυμφίος τῆς καρδιᾶς μου". Ἄλλοτε φεύγει μὲ οὐρλιαχτὰ καὶ ἄλλοτε μὲ χαχανητά. Μὲ ξυπνᾶ πάλι καὶ μοῦ λέει: “Ξύπνα νὰ προσευχηθεῖς. Ὥρα γιὰ προσευχή”. Τοῦ λέω: “Νὰ κάνεις τὴ δουλειά σου ἐσύ... Ξέρω πότε θὰ προσευχηθώ... Δὲν θὰ μοῦ πεῖς ἐσύ;” “Ποιὰ δουλειά μου νὰ κάνω” μοῦ λέει. “Νὰ πειράζω τοὺς ἀνθρώπους;” “Νὰ μετρᾶς τὶς μέρες –τοῦ ἀπαντῶ– ποὺ θὰ ἔρθει ὁ Κύριος στὴ Δευτέρα Παρουσία Του καὶ θὰ κλεισθεῖς μόνιμα στὰ καταχθόνια”. Ἐκεῖ σκάει καὶ φεύγει ζεματισμένος. Ἄλλοτε πάλι προσπαθῶ νὰ φορέσω τὸ φουστάνι μου καὶ ἔρχεται καὶ μὲ κοροϊδεύει: “Μὴ βάλλεις μαύρο. Φόρεσε ρόζ σὰν αὐτό... Αὐτὸ τὸ χρῶμα μ' ἀρέσει ἐμένα”. Τοῦ ἐπιτίθεμαι καὶ πάλι μὲ τὴ δύναμη τοῦ Χριστοῦ καὶ γίνεται ἄφαντος. Βυθίζομαι στὴν προσευχὴ καὶ ἔρχεται: “Σταμάτα –μοῦ λέει – κάνε μικρὴ διακοπή. Σοῦ ἔφερα γλυκό νὰ ξαποστάσεις”. Καὶ κρατᾶ ἀκαθαρσίες. Μετὰ χαχανίζει καὶ φεύγει.

Ἄλλοτε ἔρχονται πολλοὶ μαζὶ ὡς γυμνές γυναῖκες καὶ γυμνοὶ ἄνδρες. “Κοίτα, κοίτα. Κοίτα νὰ μαθαίνεις ἄσχετη. Κοίτα πὼς ζεῖ σήμερα ὁ κόσμος. Κοίτα τί τοὺς βάζουμε καὶ κάνουν.” Ἐκεῖ φωνάζω τὸ “Χριστὸς Ἀνέστη” καὶ γίνονται καπνός. Μοῦ κρατοῦν τὸ ἀναπηρικό «Π», μοῦ μπερδεύουν τὰ λόγια τῆς προσευχῆς, μοῦ ρίχνουν αὐτὰ ποὺ κρατῶ στὰ χέρια, μὲ ἀπειλοῦν, μὲ ἀηδιάζουν. Συνήθως ἔρχονται ὅταν εἶμαι μόνη. Χαλιμπουρδίζουνε συνήθως, ἀλλὰ καταλαβαίνω μὲ ἄλλο τρόπο τί λένε. Γίνονται καὶ τάχατες ὄμορφοι, ἀλλὰ καταλαβαίνω ἀμέσως τὴν “ὀμορφιά” τους. Ἀναστατώνεται ὅλο τὸ μέσα μου, ἔχω τάση γιὰ ἐμετό. Ἀνατριχιάζω. Βρομᾶνε πολύ...».

Πηγή: “Η Οσία Γερόντισσα Γαλακτία της Κρήτης”, Ιερά Μητρόπολις Μόρφου, εκδ. Θεομόρφου, Β΄ έκδοση, σελ. 141-142.

Metropolitan of Morphou Neophytos

"A good nun called me. Today is Thursday (October 5, 2023); she must have called me this past Monday. This nun is in a good monastery in Greece. It rained a lot there, and she was responsible for looking after the goats and feeding the animals of the monastery, assigned by her abbess. She said they had a few chickens and about twenty goats. The abbess told her, 'Sister, let's sell some goats, there are too many. Does a monastery now need twenty goats? Since you don't have time to feed them, we are thinking of giving some to various people who help the monastery from time to time and keeping only 2-3 for milk.'

At the end of a vigil, she went to sleep for 2-3 hours but was accustomed to the animals, so at 5:30 a.m., before going to the service, she went to feed them. She set the alarm for 5:30 a.m., got up, went to the stable, grabbed hay and feed to go to the chickens and especially the goats. Due to the vigil, they hadn't realized how much it had rained. The path to the pen was filled with mud, and it was dangerous to slip and step in the mud without being able to get out. She said, 'How will I get to the goats?'

Suddenly, she felt the presence of a radiant woman about 2-3 meters away, standing one meter above the ground. She turned and saw her. 'Who are you?' she asked. The woman was dressed like a nun but had a bright white, shining robe over her.

'I am Saint Galaktia. Didn't you recognize me?'

'Abbess, how did you dress like this? You were always in black.'

'This is how we are up here, in the Glory of God. Listen, my daughter, go feed the goats.'

'But how will I go, Abbess? Don't you see the rain and the mud it brought?'

'Where is the mud?'

'Look, you may be a Saint standing in the air, but I can't stand in the air; I have a body.'

'My child, in the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,' she blessed the area and with one gesture cleared the mud.

'The mud moved to the sides as if Moses parted the Red Sea.'

'Go ahead, my daughter. Haven't you learned to invoke us yet? We and the Holy Angels are in Heaven to help you. You should call on us continuously, even for the smallest things.'

The Metropolitan of Morphou: 'I was moved,' she said.

'Thank you, Abbess. Can I tell what happened to me?'

'Not just in your monastery. You will find some people who are heard worldwide, tell them so they can spread the word.'

The Metropolitan of Morphou: 'And now I am obeying! So the little sister got bold with the Elder and said:'

'And we who are thinking of slaughtering some goats and giving others away?'

'Not only will you not slaughter the twenty goats, but those who have twenty will make them forty. Those who have two will make them four. Those who have four will double them to eight.'

'What are you saying, Abbess? I can't even manage twenty; how will I manage forty?'

'And now, how will you manage them? Who cleared the mud? You? Call on me.'

'Abbess, will you come down from Heaven to clean every day?'

'Yes, my child, as long as you call on me and others with an open heart. Not just me. Because from now on, the world used to give money, food, fruits, cheeses to monasteries out of piety: "Let me take what I produce to the monastery of Saint Nicholas." From now on, no one will bring anything. For some time, you will eat only what you have, what you produce. There will be neither electricity nor fuel.'

'What are you saying, Abbess?'

'That's why you must increase the goats, and tell those who speak to tell others, and let everyone take responsibility.'

The Metropolitan of Morphou: 'She said, "Well, Abbess..." I liked this nun a lot; she had spiritual boldness!'

'...It's easy for you to say from Heaven, but do you know how difficult it is to raise forty goats?'

'I know, but do you know how easy it is to raise them with our help?'

'Yes, Abbess, you will help us with the chores and the mud. When I go to the stable to get hay...'

The Metropolitan of Morphou: 'That's how she told me, it impressed me, she told me in plural.'

'...the hay will be only for ten, the other thirty will starve. Since no one will bring us anything, there will be no cars, no electricity, no running water. How will we feed them? With how much hay will we feed these animals?'

The Metropolitan of Morphou: 'And what did the Abbess say?'

'Listen, my daughter, you will have four bales of hay in the stable. One day, you will take one, feed your animals. The next day, you will take another bale, feed the rest, and when you start thinking "we will run out of hay and the animals will die," we and your angels will multiply the remaining two bales into twenty-two. From now on, in the difficult days to come, you will not live with the logic of this age but with blessing and faith, as long as you call on us with faith.'

'Sorry, one last question, Abbess Galaktia. Will only the hay increase?'

'Everything, my child, everything! Remember the Prophet Elijah. You will live blessed days, even if there isn't much technology for a while, everything will be restored later. But you must pass the test of faith.'

The Metropolitan of Morphou: 'Do you hear? For now, our stomachs, our hearts, and our fears will be tested to see our trust in God, and only in Him, and in the Holy Mother and our Mother, in the Saints and the Holy Angels. Start now. Train yourselves and your children.'

Source: YouTube: KST' Spiritual Assembly Dialogue with Morphou Neophytos (05.10.2023)

(Speeches of Metropolitan Morphou) at 1:42.