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June 24th, 1903. The cross is the nourishment of humility. After going through a few days of privation, at the most a few shadows and flashes, I felt all of my powers asleep in such a way that I could not understand what was happening in my interior. Hidden, the sleepiness only one pane was awakened, my interior, and it was the fact that it seemed it had happened to me as to one who, while sleeping, loses his sight or is deprived of all his riches. The miserable one can neither green nor defend himself, nor use some means to free himself of his misfortunes. Poor one, and what a pitiful state he finds himself. But what is the cause of it? His sleep. Because if he had been awake, he would certainly have known how to defend himself well from his misfortunes. Such as my miserable state, it is not given to me even to let out a moan, a sigh, or to shed one tear, because I have lost sight of the one who is all my love, oh my good, and who forms all my contentment. It seems that in order not to make me grieve from his probation, he made me fall asleep and left me on board. Wake me up yourself, that I may see my miseries and know at least of what I am being deprived.
Now, while I was in this state, from within my interior, I heard less of Jesus moaning continuously, and those moans wounded my hearing. Waking up a little bit, I said, "My soul and only good, from your mom's, I perceived the too painful state you're in." This happens because you wanted to suffer alone and do not want to let me share in your pains. Even more so, as not to have me in your company, you made me fall asleep and you left me without letting me understand anything anymore. I understand where all this comes from. It is though that you may be more free in chastising. But oh, please have compassion on me, for I am blind without you, and on yourself, what is always good in all circumstances to have someone who would keep you company or leave you and somehow break your fury. In fact, now you are determined than you send chastisements, but when you see your images perish from misery, you will let out more moans than now. Maybe you will say to me, "Huh, if you had tried harder to placate me, if you had taken the pains of creatures upon yourself, I would not see my own member so tormented." His until my most patient Jesus, how please relieve yourself a little bit and let me suffer in your place.
While I was saying this, he moaned continuously, almost in the act of wanting to be compassionated and relieved, but he wanted this relief to be snatched almost by force. So after of my importunity, he stretched out his nail to hands and feet in my interior and shared a little bit of his pains with me. After this, giving a little respite to his moans, he told me, "My daughter, it is these sad times that forced me to this, because men have grown so bold and proud that everyone thinks he is the god of himself, and if I do not lay hand discourages, I would do harm to their souls, because the cross alone is the nourishment of humility. So if I did not do it, I myself would cause them to lack the means to be humiliated and to surrender from their strange madness. Even though the majority of them offends me more, but I'd do this like a father who breaks the bread for all to be nursed, a bread which some of his children do not want to take. Even more, they use it to throw it in their father space. What has the poor father done wrong? So I am therefore compassionate me in my afflictions." Having said this, he disappeared, leaving me half awake and half asleep, not knowing myself whether I have to wake up completely or go back to sleep.
June 24th, 1906. Volume 7. She continues to long for heaven. After I told the Confessor what is written above, he got upset, for he absolutely wanted me to oppose the Lord, because obedience did not want it. As for myself, I was feeling worse. The thought of the many privations of blessed Jesus, which had burned me to the quick over and over again, made me long for heaven. I felt like for humanity vividly has it kept grumbling against obedience. I felt my poor humanity as if under oppress and I could not make up my mind. In the meantime, our Lord came with an arch of light in his hands. A scythe came out also of light, which touched the arch that blessed Jesus held in his hands, and as the arch was touched, it remained absorbed in Christ, and he disappeared without giving me the time to tell what obedience wanted. I understood that the arch was my song and the scythe was death.
June 24th, 1974. Good. The soul who has no appetite for good feels a sort of nausea and repulsion for good itself. Therefore, these souls are the refuse. God.
June 24th, 1934. Volume 33. One who lives in our will feels the divine heartbeat in her works. She knows it same. She operates together and is the beloved of our Fiat. I felt myself in the arms of the divine well, that with an insuperable goodness makes present to me everything that it had done for love of the creatures, in order to receive the pleasure of letting me know them, and in order to renew the glory of everything that it has done for our love. And since it has done everything for pure love, it seems that it is not content if it does not feel itself known and real of by the one who was the cause of letting it operate works so great and of indescribable magnificence. But while my mind was lost in the multiplicity of so many divine works, always lovable Jesus repeating his little visit told me, "My little daughter, our love, our works want to have life in the creature. They want to make themselves felt palpitating in order to give them the love and the fruits that our works contain. That has been born in them, they also produce divine love and fruits. Everything that we have done is always an act, and we called the creature into the same act that we are operating in order to let her know our works, how much love they contain, with how much wisdom and power they have been formed, and how in everything that we have done our aim is always toward her. We have put nothing forth from us that did not palpitate love and did not call the heartbeat of the creature to let us be loved. We have no need of anything, because we possess in ourselves, in our own Divine Being, oh possible and imaginable goods. And possessing the creative virtue, however many goods we want to create are in our power. Therefore, all our external works were done for her, in order to give her love, in order to make known the one who it is who has loved her so much, and they are like stairs in order to let her ascend to us and give us her little love. We feel ourselves robbed by one who does not know us, and we feel ourselves betrayed by one who does not love us. Now, my daughter, do you know who receives our heartbeat of created things, our aim, the knowledge is and gives us her heart beat, her exchange of love? One who lives in our will. As the creature enters into it with its wings of light as arms, it presses her to its bosom, and since she possesses its incessant act, it says, "Look at me, how I am operating. Rather, let us do it together so that you know what I do, my distinct love from one created thing to the other, and you receive all these degrees of my ardent love in a way is to cover yourself and let yourself be drowned by love, but so much so that you will not know how to tell me anything but that I love me. He loved me. He loved me." If you do not know, you will not be capable of receiving the fullness of love, nor enjoy the fruits of our works.
Now I want to tell you another surprise. As the creature enters into our will, not only of what we have done in creation and redemption, in everything does she remain enriched in an admirable way with the works of her Creator, but she gives us new glory, as if our works were being repeated again. Everything that we have done passes through the channel of the creature, in which it is our will that this would happen, and we feel repeated to us in virtue of it the glory, as if we were to extend a new heaven, we were to operate a new creation. And as we feel her comin to our volition, we welcome her and overflowing with new love, we tell her, "Come, touch with your hand what we have done. Our works are living for you, not dead, and by knowing them you will repeat the new glory and the new exchange of love." It is true that our works praise us and glorify us by themselves. Rather, we ourselves are who praise and glorify ourselves continually, but in our will, the creature gives us something more. She gives us her will operating in our works, her intelligence in order to know them, and her love in order to love us. So we feel the glory that a human will repeats for us, the glory as if our works were being repeated. And therefore, I want you always in my divine Fiat in order to receive its secrets and drink in large sips its admirable knowledge. By being known, life is communicated, the works are repeated, and the purpose is obtained.
End of June 24th. Fiat.