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August 1st, 1899. Volume 2. About purity. This morning my most gentle Jesus, carrying me outside of myself, made me see the corruption into which mankind has decayed. It is horrifying to think about it. While I was in the midst of these people, almost crying, Jesus was saying, "Oh man, how you have disfigured, deformed, dis-knowable yourself! Oh man, I made you so that you might be my living temple, but you have made of yourself the dwelling of the devil. Look, even the plants, by being covered with leaves, flowers, and fruits, teach you honesty and the modesty you must have with your body. But you, having lost any modesty and even the natural reserve you should have, have become worse than the animals, so much so that I have nothing else to which to compare you. You were my image, but now I no longer recognize you. Even more, I am so horrified at your impurities that the mere sight of you nauseates me, and you yourself forced me to flee from you."
While Jesus was saying this, I felt tortured with the pain of seeing my beloved Jesus so embittered. So I said to him, "Lord, you are right that you find nothing good in man anymore, and that he has reached such blindness as to no longer be able even to keep the laws of nature. So if you want to look at man, you will do nothing but send chastisements. Therefore, I pray you to keep your gaze on your mercy, and in this way, everything will be remedied."
As I was saying this, Jesus told me, "Daughter, give me a refreshment for my pains." In the act of saying this, he removed the crown of thorns, which seemed to be sunken into his adorable head, and he drove it into mine. I felt most bitter pains, but I was content that Jesus was being refreshed. After this, he told me, "Daughter, I greatly loved pure souls, and just as I am forced to flee from the impure, I am drawn by the pure as by a magnet to dwell with them. To pure souls, I gladly lend my mouth to let them speak with my own tongue. Therefore, they have to make no effort to convert souls. With these souls, I delight not only in continuing my passion within them and so continuing Redemption, but what is more, I greatly delight in glorifying my own virtues in them."
August 1st, 1903. The humanity of Jesus is the mirror of the divinity. Chastisements. My adorable Jesus continues to come only very few times. Hand for his short time. This morning, I felt all annihilated, and I almost did not dare to go in search of my highest good. But always benign, he came, and wanting to infuse trust in me, told me, "My daughter, there is no one who can stand before my majesty in purity. Rather, all are forced to be terrified and struck by the Thunderbolt of my sanctity. Man would almost want to flee from me because his misery is such and so great that he does not have the courage to stand before the Divine Being. And here is why, giving the field to my mercy, I took on my humanity, which, tempering the Rays of the divinity, is to infuse in man trust and courage to come to me, placing himself before my humanity, which spreads temperate rays of the divinity. Man has the good of being able to purify, sanctify, and even divine-ize himself in my very deified humanity. Therefore, you remain always before my humanity, keeping it as a mirror through which you will clean all of your stains. Not only this, but as a mirror through which, by reflecting yourself in it, you will acquire beauty and little by little, you will keep adorning yourself in my own likeness. In fact, it is a property of a mirror to make an image appear within it similar to that of the one who is reflecting himself in it. If such is the material mirror, much more so the divine, because my humanity serves man as mirror in order to reflect my divinity, and here is how all goods come to man from my humanity."
While he was saying this, I felt such trust being infused in me that the thought came to me of wanting to talk to him about the chastisements. Who knows, he might grant me audience, and I might reach the intent of placating him completely. But while I was about to do it, he disappeared like a flash, and running after him, my soul found herself outside of myself. But I was unable to find him anymore, and to my highest sorrow, I saw many people entering prisons, others sectarians going out to make attempts on the lives of other kings and of other leaders. I saw that they were consumed with rage because they still lack the means to come out into the midst of the people's and make a slaughter. Yet, their time will come. Then afterwards, I found myself inside, all oppressed and afflicted.
August 1st, 1918. Volume 12. Effects of the privation of Jesus. "Hi, go on in the midst of privations and anxieties," and I often lament to my sweet Jesus. And he came, and drawing close to me, clasped me to his heart and told me, "Drink from my side." I drank the most holy blood which poured from the wound of his heart. How happy I was! But Jesus, not content with letting me drink the first time, told me to drink a second time, and then a third. I remained amazed at his goodness that without my asking, he himself wanted me to drink. Then he added, "My daughter, every time you remember that you are deprived of me and you suffer, your heart is wounded with a divine wound, which, being divine, has the virtue of being reflected in my heart and of wounding it. This wound is sweet, it is balm to my heart, and I use it to soothe my cruel wounds which creatures make me – the wounds of their indifference, of their scorn toward me, reaching the point of forgetting about me. So, if the soul feels cold, dry, distracted, and she suffers about it because of me, she remains wounded, and she wounds me, and I feel cheered."
August 1st, 1923. Volume 16. By virtue of the Divine Will, the whole creation brings to us the idol of view of Jesus, and in his will, we must give him our own. I was feeling very afflicted because today my son Jesus did not rise on my poor soul. Oh God, what it is to spend one day without some hallways night! Now, as I was feeling pierced through my soul, I had the good of looking at the starry heaven, when I said to myself, "How is it that my sweet Jesus no longer remembers anything about me? I don't know how the goodness of his heart can tolerate not making the son of his adorable presence rise." When he told me that he could not be without coming to his little daughter, because little ones cannot be too long without their father, so many are their needs that the father is forced to stay with them, to watch them, guard them, and nourish them. Ah, does he not remember when, carrying me outside of myself, leading me up there beneath the vault of the heavens, in the midst of the celestial spheres, walking together with him, I impressed my "I love you" in every star, in every sphere? Ha, I seemed to see it in every star, my "I love you." Oh, it seems to me that those glittering's of light that form around the stars resound among themselves with my "I love you, Jesus," and yet he does not listen to it, he does not come, he does not let his sunrise, which, eclipsing all the stars with my "I love you," may make of them one with his own. And so, rising again in the midst of the celestial spheres, I impress anew, "I love you, Jesus." Oh, please, stars, cry out loudly, make my "I love you" resound so that Jesus may be touched and come to his little daughter, to the little exiled. So, Jesus, come, give me your hand, let me enter into your holy well, that I may fill the whole atmosphere, the blue heaven, the light of the Sun, the air, the sea, everything, everything with my "I love you," with my kisses, so that everywhere you may be, if you look, you may look at my "I love you," hand up my kisses. If you hear, you may hear my "I love you" and the smacking of my kisses. If you speak and breathe, you may breathe my "I love you" and my anguishing kisses. If you work, may my "I love yous" flow in your hands. If you walk and tread the ground, may my "I love you" and the roaring of my kisses be under your steps. May my "I love you" be the chain that draws you to me, and may my kisses be the powerful magnet that, whether you want it or not, force you to visit the one who cannot live without you. But who can say all my nonsense now?
While I was thinking of this, my adorable Jesus came, all goodness, and showing me his opened heart, told me, "My daughter, place your head upon my heart and rest, for you are very tired. Then we will wander around together in order to show you my 'I love yous' spread over the whole of creation for you." So I hugged him, placing my head on his heart to rest, as I felt extreme need of it. After a while, as I was still outside of myself but always clinging to his heart, he added, "My daughter, I want you, who are the firstborn daughter of my Supreme Will, to know how the whole creation, on the wings of my eternal volition, brings my 'I love you' to the creatures, and the creatures, on the same wings of my will, making it the oan, should give me their 'I love you' in return. Look at the blue heaven; there is not one point in it without the steel of my 'I love you' for the creature. Every star and the glittering that forms its crown is studded with my 'I love yous.' Each ray of the Sun stretching toward the earth to bring light, and every drop of light, carry my 'I love you.' And since the light invades the earth and man sees it and walks over it, my 'I love you' reaches him in his eyes, in his mouth, in his hands, and lays itself under his feet. The murmuring of the sea murmurs, 'I love you, I love you, I love you,' and the drops of water are as many keys that, murmuring among themselves, form the most beautiful harmonies of my infinite 'I love you.' The plants, the leaves, the flowers, the fruits have my 'I love you' impressed in them. The whole of creation brings to man my repeated 'I love yous.' And man, how many of my 'I love yous' does he not have impressed in his whole being? His thoughts are sealed by my 'I love you.' The beating of his heart that beats in his chest with that mysterious tick-tick-tick is my 'I love you,' never interrupted, that says to him, 'I love you, I love you, I love you.' His words are followed by my 'I love you.' His movements, his steps, and all the rest contain my 'I love you.' Yet, in the midst of so many waves of love, he is unable to rise to return my love. What ingratitude! How grieved does my love remain there! For my daughter, I chose you as daughter of my will so that, as faithful daughter, you might defend the rights of your father. My love absolutely wants the return of the love of the creature in my will. You will find all my 'I love yous,' and following them, you will impress your 'I love you' in mine for you and for all. Oh, how happy I will be in seeing the love of the creature fused with mine! This is why I give you my will in your power, so that one creature may return to me that love which I gave in creation, defending the rights of my love."
August 1st, 1926. Volume 19. The secret of Jesus. The power and goodness of his secret. I was longing for my sweet good, the life of my life, and since he was not coming, I thought to myself, "How hard is his probation! Jesus does not love me any more." And not only have the caresses, the kisses, his great shows of love, which he so abundantly gave me before, ended, but his lovable and enrapturing presence also keeps me waiting longer and longer. Oh God, what pain! What a continuous martyrdom! What a life without life, without air, without breath! My Jesus, have pity on me, on your little exiled one!
But while I was thinking of this and other things, my always lovable Jesus came out from within my interior, and leaning his arms on my breast, told me, "My daughter, you deceive yourself in saying that I no longer love you as before. On the contrary, you must know that my kisses, my caresses, the shows of love I gave you were the outpouring of my love, unable to contain it in my interior. I showed it to you with any loving signs, and since between you and me there wasn't a great work to do, I amused myself with you with many signs and stratagems of love. But this served to prepare you for the great work that was to be carried out between you and me, and when one works, there is no time to amuse oneself. However, in spite of this, love does not cease, but has increased a hundred times, strengthened and sealed. Now, my daughter, having shown to you the outpouring of my constrained love, I wanted to move on to give you what I contained within me. I wanted to communicate to you the great secret of the kingdom of my will, giving you the good it contains. And when important secrets are communicated, and this is the most important secret of the whole history of creation, amusements, kisses, and caresses are put aside. More so since the work of the kingdom of the Supreme Volition is exuberant and the greatest that can exist in the whole history of the world. Therefore, manifesting my secret to you surpasses all loves together, because in the secret there is the sharing of one's life, of one's goods. In the secret, there is trust, there is reliance. And do you think it is trivial that your Jesus has trusted in you, and that you are the object of my hope? But not just any trust and hope, rather the trust of entrusting to you the kingdom of my will, and the hope that you will place its rights and safety, and that you will make it known for me. Now, having entrusted to you the secret of my will, my will being the essential part of the divine life, I would not know what to give you that is greater than this. How can you say then that I love you less than before? Rather, you must say that this is the great work required of you and of me in the kingdom of my will. You must know that I am always occupied and all intent on working in you. Now I expand your capacity, now I instruct you, many times I move on to work together with you, other times I make up for you. Hints, some. I am always occupied, and this says that I love you more and more, but with stronger and more substantial love."
End of August first. Fiat.