|Born:|| ||February 26, 1874;|| ||Nantes, France|
|Died:|| ||June 9, 1950;|| |
Gabrielle Bossis (1874-1950)
was a Catholic Mystic and layperson who lived in France in the 20th century. She was the youngest child of a family of four children. Her father belonged to the wealthy middle class and there was no need for Gabrielle to earn her living. She obtained a Degree in Nursing, helped out in various parish projects, enjoyed sculpting, painting, illuminating and music. Later in life she began writing moral plays and also acting. From that point almost until her death she traveled extensively producing her own plays and acting in the principal role.
On very rare occasions in her early life, Gabrielle had been surprised by a misterious voice which she felt to be the voice of Christ. At the age of 62 this dialogue began in earnest, continuing until two weeks before her death on June 9, 1950. The journal that she kept of her dialogue with the Inner Voice has been published in numerous languages under the title
"He and I", translated by Evelyn M. Brown, published by Editions Mediaspaul, 1985, Imprimatur – Msgr Jean-Marie Fortier, Archbishop, Sherbrooke, Quebec.
"He and I"
February 6, 1938:
In the train, I was saying my prayers mechanically as I was eyeing the pedestrians and the shops. Gently He said to me:
“If I were just a man I should ask, 'Are you making fun of me?'”
September 30, 1948:
Coming back from a magnificent autumn walk, I was admiring the clouds in the form of gigantic animal heads. “Lord, they are as beautiful as if they were Your first Creation.”
“But each day is a first creation. Not one is like another. I never stop creating. And it is all for all of you. If I didn't hold you up, you would cease to exist. Will you love Me enough to thank Me for it?
This continuous creation of your body and your power of thinking comes from My everlasting love. So sing praises to Me. Sing with your body and your mind, as though you had begun this song at your birth and meant to continue it right to the moment of your death, only to take it up again for all eternity.
You saw the expression of that father's face as he listened to the song composed for him by his child. He was smiling at the little one, longing to put his arms around her. That was only a human father;
he hadn't given his child her soul. Your Father in heaven is the life of your soul. He is your soul. You are My breath. I give it to you with every second that passes. And My breath is My love. Breathe Me with great eagerness to this one end: that you may live only to love Me.
Pray for those who receive My gifts without wanting to know Me, to love Me, and to serve Me. They too would cease to exist were I not holding them up. So I wait for them. Pray that they may seize every opportunity of returning to Me. I am always thirsty for them. Let them come to Me and like little children say, 'Forgive. I won't do it again.' All will be forgotten. And immediately there will be great rejoicing in heaven. If they only knew... The Feast of My Heart will be even greater.
the tenderness of a God!
I am at the bottom of the stairs of your life and I'm listening. Will your feet approach or will they go away forever?”