A simple woman, Elder Galaktia, was honored to experience a revelation that.

surpasses all human logic. An experience that, if you contemplate it

carefully can change the way you see yourself, the world,

and even God himself. The Elder did not just see a dream.

She lived a heavenly reality. And what she conveyed is not philosophy,

nor theological imagination. 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

majesty of heaven. With this phrase, the Elder began.

She spoke of a light that has no beginning, middle, or end. A light that does not resemble

any earthly light. It has no shape, no shadow. You cannot

touch it. And yet it contains everything. Information, mysteries, explanations that cannot

fit in the human mind. It was the light of the Father, the Son, and the

Holy Spirit. A common light, but at the same time, three lights that

are distinguished. A great mystery that you cannot describe.

The anarchic father is not visible. No one has seen him. Not even the angels.

And no one will see him. His multifaceted light covers him.

But his goodness, his love, his care for the world,

His tolerance and his long-suffering spread everywhere.

The Son is visible because he became like us. He took on a human body and

clearly seems to emit light. He has blue eyes and brown-blond hair.

and forked cheeks, medium height, and a symmetrical body. He is Christ

as he was crucified. His wounds remain unhealed, so that.

We can recognize him. The Holy Spirit has no form; he is

light. He moves with power, with a bang, but no one hears him.

He passes by everyone, but only the repentant ones does he stand. He bows down where

There is humiliation and crushing. He came into the world and did not leave. Let us

stop and wonder. Do we ever feel this light?

surrounds us? In another experience of hers, the elderly

Milky Way saw something even more shocking.

A sweating man sitting on a terrible throne.

In his hands, he held a small ball. Inside it, something

Like microbes began to grow. When she came to herself, she prayed with all her heart.

soul to understand what she saw. And she received information. The one

Sitting on the throne was the Ancient of Days, our Lord Jesus Christ.

And that ball was the universe, so small in front of him that it was not even.

a grain of sand in his immaculate hands. And the microbes were people.

We who are puffed up with egoism grow within ourselves and think that.

We have become gods and forget that without him, we are nothing. We may

be great because we are his children. After all, the entire universe

was created for us. But we must feel nothing before the

Lord. And now think how differently we would

live if we remembered this every day.

When the Elder 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 membrane that smelled.

And then the voice of God was heard telling the archangel Michael to take out.

This dirty piece of flesh with his sword. The stench comes from people, from

their mouths, their nails, their noses, and all

their evil deeds. The Elder cried, she begged for

The knife was to be inserted gently, so that the wound would not bleed too much.

But the answer was negative. It is impossible.

Let us stop and ask ourselves why we are really afraid of this.

cleanser. When you see a world drowned in sin, you cannot.

ask for a cure without pain, just as surgery saves you, but it requires

a knife. Then the old woman turned to

her homeland. With tears, she begged God to

have mercy on her, and He replied, your homeland drowned in this stench, but for

For my mother's sake, it will come out very lightly. They will not feel the knife much.

It was then that she came to her senses. She understood that the world would be cleansed with blood. It will be

cleansed with unbearable pain and wars. But Greece,

Our small homeland will receive oil. Not because it deserves it, but because

The Virgin Mary covers it. Let us also begin to ask.

the Lord for mercy. But tears are needed. Difficult times await us. This

What Elder Galaktia saw is not a threat, but an opportunity for repentance.

The light of God is here.