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July 2nd, 1900. William 3 with her sufferings. Louisa holds back at a sties meant I continued to be embittered and afflicted as though days. This morning he did not come at all. Ville the Confessor came and placed the intention of the crucifixion. At first blessed Jesus did not concur, but then after I prayed him to deign to let me obey, he just barely made himself seen and told me, "What do you want? Why do you want to do violence to me by force when it is necessary to chastise the peoples?" And I, "Lord, it is not I, it is obedience that wants it so." And he, "Well then, since it is obedience, I want to share with you my crucifixion, and in the meantime I want to refresh myself a little bit." While saying this, he shared with me the pains of the Cross, and while I was suffering, Jesus placed himself near me and seemed to refresh himself quite a bit. Now, while I was in this position together with him, he showed me a pitch-black cloud approaching from one point in the air, such that it struck terror and fright at the mere sight, and everyone was saying, "This time we die." While all were terrified, over field and cross rose from between Jesus and me and, advancing toward that storm, put it to flight in great part, so much so that the people seemed to calm down. I cannot tell for sure, but it seems to me that it was a hurricane accompanied by bolts of lightning and by hail, so violent as to have the power to sweep factories away, and the cross which dispelled it in great part seemed to be my little suffering which Jesus had shared with me. May the Lord be blessed, and may everything be for his glory and honor.
July 2nd, 1906. Volume 7. With her sufferings she forms a ring for Jesus. If I was in my usual state and my sufferings kept increasing a little, blessed Jesus came for just a little and told me, "My daughter, truly I want to take you, because I want to disengage myself from the world." It seemed he wanted to tempt me, but I did not say anything about his taking me, because obedience was opposed and also because I am sorry for the world. In the meantime, he showed me his hand. He had a most beautiful ring with a white gem on his finger, and many little gold rings were hanging from this gem, which were intertwined and formed a beautiful ornament for the hand of our Lord. He kept showing it, so much did he like it, and then he added, "You have done this for me in the past days by means of your sufferings, and I am preparing a more beautiful one for you."
July 2nd, 1911. Volume 10. Wherever love is, there is life; without love, everything is dead. Continuing in my usual state, blessed Jesus came for just a little and told me, "My daughter, wherever love is, there is life, and not human life but divine life. There, for all the works also good which are not done out of love, are like a painted fire which gives no heat, or like painted water which quenches no one's thirst and which does not purify. Oh, how many painted or dead works are done also by persons consecrated to me. In fact, love alone is that which contains life. No other theme contains as much power to give life to all; or rather, without love everything is death."
July 2nd, 1918. Vol. 12. As the soul abandons herself in Jesus, he abandons himself in the soul. I was saying to my beloved Jesus, "Jesus, I love you, but my love is small. So I love you in your love to make it big. I want to adore you with your adorations, pray in your prayer, thank you in your thanksgivings." Now, while I was saying this, my lovable Jesus told me, "My daughter, as you placed your love and mine in order to love me, your love remained fixed in mine, and it became longer and larger within mine, and I felt I was being loved the way I would want the creature to love me. And as you adored in my adorations and prayed and thanked, these remained fixed in me, and I felt I was being adored, prayed, and thanked with my adorations, prayers, and thanksgivings. My daughter, great abandonment in me is needed. As the soul abandons herself in me, I abandon myself in her, and filling her with myself, I myself do all that she must do for me. But if she does not abandon herself, all that she does remains fixed in her, not in me, and I feel the work of the creature as full of imperfections and miseries, which cannot please me."
July 2nd, 1926. Vol. 19. The great difference between the sanctity of virtues and that of living in the unity of the light of the Divine Will. As I was in my usual state, my sweet Jesus showed divine justice in the act of unloading itself over the earth, commanding the elements to rage against creatures. I trembled, and seeing that somewhere there were waters inundating towns almost to bury them, somewhere the wind transported and eradicated plants, trees and houses with a mighty power to the point of making a heap of them, leaving various regions in the most squalid misery, somewhere else there were earthquakes crawling with considerable damage. But who can say all the evils that are about to swoop down on earth? In addition to this, my always lovable Jesus made himself seen in my interior a suffering in a harrowing way because of the many offences that creatures were giving him, especially because of the many hypocrisy. It seemed that under the apparent good they had poison, swords, spears and nails hidden to wound him in every way. Then, as if Jesus wanted me together with him to suffer, he told me, "My daughter, the scale of my justice is full and is overflowing upon creatures. As daughter of my will, do you want me to place you in the reflections of my justice that you may share in its blows? Indeed, it is about to make a heap of the earth, and while satisfying justice with your suffering, you will spare your brothers. One who lives in the high kingdom of the supreme will must defend and help those who are down below." Now while he was saying this, I felt as if divine justice was pouring its reflections over me, and as Jesus identified me with himself, I suffered his blows, his wounds and his pains together with. There were so many that I myself did not know whether I would be left alive or dead. But to my highest sorrow, withdrawing, my Jesus mitigated my pains, and I remained once again crossing my heart and long exile, but always "Fiat! Fiat!" I would rather have passed over all this, but obedience imposed itself, and to my greatest reluctance I had to make a little mention of it. Who can say how I was left? And my sweet Jesus, to cheer me, resumed his speaking about his most holy will. "My daughter, come with me in the midst of creation. Heaven and earth awaits you. They want the one who, animated by that same will that animates them and gives them life, would make the whole creation resound with that most sweet echo of the eternal love of their Maker. They want your voice which, flowing in each created thing, would animate their mute language with that perennial glory and adoration to their Creator. And since all things are bound to one another and one is the strength of the other because one is the supreme will that vivifies them and preserves them, one who possesses it is bound to them with the same strength and with the same union. So if you are not present in the midst of creation, because of your absence they would feel the universal strength and the bond of inseparability lacking to them. Therefore, come into our dominions, for everyone longs for you, and at the same time I will make you comprehend more things about the great distance that exists between the sanctity of one who possesses the unity of the light of the kingdom of my will and the sanctity of submission, of resignation and of virtues." Now while he was saying, as I found myself outside of myself, and I tried to make my "I love you", my adoration resound over all created things, and Jesus, all goodness, added, "My daughter, look at the heavens, the stars, the sun, the moon, the plants, the flowers, the sea. Look at everything. Each created thing has its distinct nature, its own color, its little nests and its height. Each of them has its distinct office, and one cannot do what the other does nor produce the same effects. So each created thing is a symbol of the sanctity of virtues of submission and resignation to my will. According to the virtues they have practiced, souls have drawn a distinct color within themselves. Therefore it can be said that one is red flower, another purple, another white; one is plant, one is tree, another is star. And according to how they have submitted to the reflections of the supreme will, so have they developed fecundity in height, in beauty. But one is their shade, because my will, like solar ray, gives them the color of the seed which they themselves had placed in their souls. On the other hand, the sanctity of one who lives in the unity of the light of my will is a birth from that single act of her Creator, which is one in the creative hands, and yet the rays of his will coming out of God invade everything and produce works and effects so innumerable that man cannot arrive at counting them all. So since this sanctity is a birth from that single act, it will be the supreme will's care and jealousy for to enclose all colors, all the four beauties and all possible imaginable goods within itself, and so, more than blazing sun, that will enclose and eclipse within itself all of creation with its different beauties. One will see all the goods of redemption enclosed in it as well as all sanctities, and I, showing off my love more than ever, will place the seal of my very sanctity within one who has possessed the kingdom of my will. Do you know how it will be for your Creator with regard to the sanctity of living in my will? It will happen as to a king who has no offspring. This king never enjoys the affection of a child of his own, nor does he feel like lavishing all his paternal caresses and his affectionate kisses, because in no one does he see his own progeny, his own features, someone to whom to entrust the destiny of his kingdom. Poor one, he lives always with a nail in his heart. He lives always surrounded by servants, by people who do not resemble him, and if they remain around him, it is not out of pure love but out of self-interest, to gain riches and glory, and maybe even to betray him. Now suppose that a son comes to the light for him after a long time. What is not the feast of the scheme! How he kisses him, caresses him! He cannot remove his gaze from his son in whom he recognizes his own image. Just newly born, he gives him his kingdom and all of his goods as inheritance, and his complete joy and feast is that his kingdom will no longer belong to some strangers, to his servants, but to his dear son. So it can be said that what belongs to the father belongs to the son, and what belongs to the son belongs to the father. Now one who will possess the kingdom of my will will be for us like a child born after about six thousand years. What joy, what feast will not be ours! And seeing our image in him intact, beautiful, just as we delivered it from our paternal womb, all the caresses, the kisses, the gifts will be for this child. More so, since having given in creation the kingdom of our will to man as his special inheritance, and since this kingdom of ours has been in the hands of strangers, of servants, of traders for so long a time, seeing this son who will possess it as a son and will give us the glory of the kingdom of our will, our inheritance will be placed in safety on the part of this son. Is it not right that we give him everything, even our very selves, and that he enclose everything and everyone?" While Jesus was saying this, I became concerned and I said to him, "How can all this be possible, my love?" And Jesus added, "My daughter, do not be surprised. By possessing the kingdom of the supreme will, the soul will possess a divine, infinite, eternal will which encloses all goods, and one who possesses everything can give us everything. What will be our contentment, our happiness and his! And seeing the littleness of the creature in this kingdom of ours, taking from us continuously as the owner, has our true child convinced? What he takes from us is divine. He takes the divine, and the divine he gives to us. He takes the infinite, and the infinite he gives to us. He takes immense things from us, and the immense things he gives to us. He takes light from us, and light he brings to us. He will do nothing but take and give to us. We will place all our things at his disposal, so that in the kingdom of our will given to him by us, nothing extraneous to us may enter anymore, but only our own things, and we may receive the fruits, the glory, the love, the honor of the kingdom of our will. Therefore, be attentive and let your flight in our volition be continuous."
July 2nd, 1931. Vol. 29. How the Divine Will has the virtue of converting the good that the creature does into her nature. The return of the works doer creator. How the creation has a determined act while the creature a growing act. I was doing my round and the divine will to follow its acts, and I arrived at the point in which the celestial baby was in Egypt, and the celestial mama rocking him tried to make him fall asleep, and at the same time she was occupied with her maternal hands and making a little garment for the divine infant. And I, uniting myself with his mama, made my "I love you" to Jesus flow between her fingers and in the thread that was flowing, so as to form and weave the little garment together with my "I love you". And upon the foot of the queen that was swinging the cradle, I put my own, so that I too might rock Jesus and do for him what his mama was doing. And while I was doing this, the celestial baby, between vigil and sleep, was saying "My two mommas." So remembering this and what was written in the 24th volume, which is volume 24, September 2nd, 1928, I thought to myself: but is my dear Jesus still repeating the sweet words "my two mamas" after such a terrible storm that like devastating hail struck my poor soul? Who knows how many defects I have committed? Jesus must no longer feel that tender love of saying so sweetly "my two mamas". But while I was thinking of this, my lovable Jesus told me, "My daughter, if you have not ceased repeating, uniting yourself with our celestial mama, rocking me, placing your 'I love you' for me and what she was doing, could I see? You sang 'my two mamas'. Then I would be below you and loving you, while I never let myself be surpassed by the love of the creature. Not only this, but you must know that everything that the creature does in my will has the virtue of converting that good that she does into her nature, and true good in nature is never lost, nor are there strings and repeating it as many times as one once. Do you perhaps strain yourself in order to breathe, to palpitate? Because it is in your nature. Even more, if you do not want to do it, you must emit a string, but a strain that perhaps if you can get yourself to do it, will cost you your life. And this is the greatest prodigy of my will: to convert the prayer, the love, the sanctity, its knowledge into one's nature. And when I see that the creature has given herself at the mercy of my will, but so much that my will was able to change the divine goods into her nature, my words resound in the soul with my creative power and give the maternity as her nature. And how can I not repeat 'my two mamas'? When I speak, what I say is in reality. Is it perhaps not true that my mama is mother to me according to the order of nature, and is also mother to me in the divine order by virtue of the Divine Will that she possessed? Had she not possessed my will, she could not have been mother to me either in the human order or in the divine order. Oh, how many things it knows how to do, and one who lets herself be dominated by it, it knows how to make the divine order descend into the human, and it converts the divine order into one's nature, and it makes of her such portents as to astonish heaven and earth. And therefore, let yourself be dominated by my will, and I will make mice sweet word resounding: you, my dear mama, my Fiat keeps for me on earth."
After this, I was following the divine Fiat in the creation and was saying to myself: I want to enter into the sun in order to empty it of the love that got placed in it for love of creatures, and on the wings of its light bring it back to my Creator as requital of my love. I want to empty the wind to bring back to him the requital of the mighty love of the moaning, ruling love, that it may rule over the divine heart and snatch from at the kingdom of the divine will upon earth. I want to empty the heavens of the love they contain to bring back to him the love that never ends, that never says enough, so as to take him from all sides and bring him the requital of loving him everywhere and in everyone. But who can say all my nonsense that I spoke in each created thing? I would be too long, therefore I will not go any further. So while I was doing this, my sweet Jesus told me, "Daughter of my will, how pleasing to me is the soul who enters into my will to find in it all my works, and flying from one created thing to another with her little capacity, she makes her calculations to find out what dose of love, of goodness, of power, of beauty and more I placed in each created thing. And since for one who is in my will, what is mine is hers, she embraces them all and brings them back into my womb and around me as requital of her love. And I feel being returned to me the love that we issued in creating the whole creation, the goodness, the power, the beauty with which we strewed all creation. And in our emphasis of love, we say: the daughter of our will returns to us our works, our love, our goodness and more. And while she returns them to us, she leaves them at their place, and we feel being repeated to us the glory, the happiness, as if we were again putting out the whole creation. Now you must know that in creating the whole universe, the variety of many manifold things, we placed a determined act and enough to each thing in such a way that they cannot surpass any limit from the way in which they were created. However, even though it was a determined act and they cannot go any further, it was yet a full act, so much so that creatures are unable nor do they have the capacity to take all the good that each created thing contains. This is so true that who can say, 'I can take all the light of the sun'? 'The heavens are not enough for me over my head'? 'All the waters are not enough for me to quench my thirst'? 'The earth is not sufficient under my feet'? And so with many other things. And this because, as our divinity does enact create things, our love, the superabundance we possess, is so great that we put in display luxury, pomp. Of none of our works can it be said that it is, for they all make display: some of luxury of light, some make pomp of beauty, some a variety of colors and more. They seem to be saying in their mute language, 'Our Creator is immensely rich, beautiful, powerful, wise, and therefore all of us, as worthy works of him, make display of luxury in the office given to us by God.' Now, my daughter, it was not so in creating man. In him was placed not a determined act but an act ever-growing. Our love did not want to say an 'enough' to men; it would have been like hampering our love, arresting our ardor. No, no, 'enough' did not pronounce itself in the creation of man. It did not put a limit but an act ever-growing, leaving it almost to his liking where he wanted to reach, and our growing act at his disposal, so that our display of love would not have a limit but could make pomp of luxury, have grace of sanctity, of beauty, of goodness and more as much as he pleased. We bound our growing act to his free will, so that it might have no hindrance to displaying as much luxury as it could, and so that this growing act of ours might have in man all possible and imaginable helps. We gave him also our Divine Will at his disposal, so that it could maintain for him at its own expense all the luxury he wanted and the superabundance of the goods of his Creator. Our love did not have the heart to say 'enough' to man, our son. 'Up to here you can reach'? No, no. It would have been as if a father wanted to say to his son: 'Up to such and such day you will sit at my table, and then enough.' This would not be love of paternity but of mastership. That a son may put a limit in receiving the alimony of his father, this could be; but that a father would say to him, 'You will remain on an empty stomach', this he will never do. Such is our goodness: we will never say 'enough' to the creature. Our growing act will serve her as continuous nourishment to always grow, preserve herself. And if ungrateful she does not make use of our growing act, great gift given by her Creator, we will have the sorrow of seeing our dear child on an empty stomach, poor, and our act hampered and without life, and our order of love will change into order of sorrow. So if you want our growing act to have life in you, never go out of our divine will, which will be jealous of making you always, always grow. End of July 2nd. Fiat.