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July 6, 1922. Vol. 14. Blessing which Jesus gave to his mama before the passion. One who lives in the divine will is the depository of the sacramental life of Jesus. I was thinking of Jesus and accompanying him in the hour of the passion when he went to his divine mama to ask for her holy blessing, and my most sweet Jesus and my interior told me, "My daughter, before my passion, I wanted to bless my mama and be blessed by her. However, I did not bless only my mama, but all creatures, and not only those which are animate, but also the inanimate. I saw the creatures weak, covered with wounds, poor. My heart had a throb of sorrow and of tender compassion, and I said, 'Poor humanity, out decayed you are! I want to bless you so that you may rise again from your decay. May my blessing impressing you the triple seal of the power, the wisdom, and the love of the three divine persons, and may it restore your strength, heal you, and enrich you.' And in order to surround you with defenses, I blessed all things created by me, that you may receive them all blessed by me. I blessed for you the light, the air, the fire, the food, so that you may remain as those submerged and covered by my blessings. But since you did not deserve this blessing, I wanted to bless my mama, using her as channel through which my blessing might reach you. And just as my mama required me with her blessings, I want creatures to requite me with their blessings. But alas, instead of her paying me blessings, they were paying me with offenses and maledictions. And for my daughter, enter into my will and rising upon the wings of all created things, seal all of them with the blessings that all should give me, and bring the blessings of all to my sorrowful and tender heart."
Then, after I did this, as though to repay me, he said to me, "My beloved daughter, I bless you in a special way. I bless your heart, your mind, your motion, your word, your breath. I bless all of you and everything in you." After this, I continued with the other hours of the passion. And while I was following the Eucharistic Supper, my sweet Jesus moved in my interior, and with the point of his finger, he knocked strongly within my interior, so much so that I heard him with my ears. And I said to myself, "What may Jesus want that he is knocking and he calling me?" He told me, "It was not enough to knock for you to hear me, but also to call you so as to be listened to. Listen, my daughter, while I instituted the Eucharistic Supper, I called everyone around me. I looked at all generations from the first to the last man, in order to give my sacramental life to all. And not once, but as many times as they need food for their bodies, I wanted to constitute myself as food for the soul. And I felt very sad at seeing that my sacramental life would be surrounded by scorn, by indifference, and even by ruthless death. I felt ill. I experienced all the grips of death of my sacramental life, so harrowing and repeated."
Then I looked better. I made use of the power of my will and I called around me the souls who would live in my will. Well, how happy I felt! I got surrounded by these souls whom the power of my will kept as submerged, and for whom my will was the center of their lives. I saw my immensity in them and I found myself well defended from all. And to them I entrusted my sacramental life. I deposited it in them so that they would not only take care of it, but repay me for each consecrated host with one life of theirs. And this happens naturally because my sacramental life is animated by my eternal will, and the life of these souls has the life of my will as its center. Therefore, when my sacramental life is formed, my volition acting in me acts also in them, and I feel their life in my sacramental life. They multiplied with me in each host, and I feel I am given life for life. Oh, how I rejoiced! And seeing you as the first one, you whom I called in the special way to form your life in my will, I made in you the first deposit of all my sacramental lives. And I entrusted you to the power and the immensity of the supreme volition that they might render you capable of receiving this deposit. From that time, you were present to me, and I constituted you as depository of my sacramental life. And in you, all the other souls who would live in my will. I gave you primacy over all, and with reason, because my will is subject to no one, even over the apostles and the priests. In fact, if they consecrate me, however, they do not remain as life together with me. On the contrary, they leave me alone and forgotten, not caring about me, while these souls would be life within my own life, inseparable from me. This is why I love you so much. It is my own will that I love in you.
July 6, 1931. Vol. 29. The Book of the Fiat in the depth of the soul. The Book of the Fiat in creation. How the Divine Will keeps all creatures under the reign of its continuous act. My poor mind seemed to be able to do nothing rather than think about the Divine Will in each thing that I see. It keeps looking for its life, and as the interior does this, on the outside it finds nothing other than that divine Fiat that so much loves it. And once loved, I feel the need to find it in all things in order to breathe it, to feel its heartbeat of light that like blood circulates in my soul and constitutes itself primary life of my poor being. And where I am unable to find it, I feel I lack a continuous heartbeat, a breath of air to facilitate the life of the Divine Will in my soul. And I was praying Jesus to teach me how to find it in all things so that its perennial life would never be lacking in me. And my highest good, Jesus, with all goodness, told me, "My daughter, one who does my will and lives, and it forms in her soul the book of the divine Fiat. But this book must be full, not empty or with only a few pages written. If it is not full, she will soon finish reading it and have nothing to read. She will occupy herself with something else, and therefore the life of my Divine Will will be interrupted and as though broken in the creature. On the other hand, if it is full, she will have always something to read, and if it seems that it ends, I will add other pages more sublime, so that she may never lack the life, the knowledge ever new, and the substantial nourishment of my divine volition. So the interior must be like many pages in order to form this book: page the intelligence, page the will and the memory, page the desire, the affection, the heartbeat, page the word that must be able to repeat what it read, otherwise it will remain like a book that will do good to no one. While for one who forms a book, the first purpose is to propagate it. So the whole interior must be written with pages of my divine will, and this book must be so full that she must be unable to find anything else to read but my will alone. Now, when the soul has her interior book full, she will know very well the external Book of the Divine Will. All of creation is nothing other than a book of it. Each created thing is a page that forms an immense book and of many volumes. So, having formed her interior book and read it thoroughly, she will be able to read very well the external Book of all creation, and in all things she will find my divine will, an act of giving her its life, its lessons most high, sublime, and its delicious and holy food. It will happen to one who has formed in her interior this book of the Divine Fiat and has read it thoroughly, as to someone who has possessed a book, has read it over and over again, has studied well the most difficult things, has smoothed out all difficulties, elucidated the most obscure points, in such a way that he has consumed his life over that book. If a person from outside brought to him another similar book, he will most certainly be able to read it and will recognize in that one his own book. More so, since my Divine Will has enclosed the creature within its most holy circle and has placed in the depth of the soul the book of its Fiat, and in creation it has repeated its divine book in such a way that one echoes within the other and they understand each other in an admirable way. Here is why it is necessary to recognize the book of the Divine Fiat and the depth of one soul, read it thoroughly to make of it perennial life, and in this way, one will easily be able to read the beautiful pages and the great book of my will of all creation."
After this, I continued my acts in the Divine Will, and my sweet Jesus added, "My daughter, my Divine volition has its continuous act that never ceases. Two ports continuous act upon all creatures and to invest them with its continuous act of light, of sanctity, of beauty, of love, of help, of power, of happiness. Its love is so great that one act does not wait for another, and like a torrent, more than pouring rain, they pour themselves over all creatures. This continuous act is recognized and received by all the inhabitants of the celestial fatherland, in such a way as to form the ever new surprise of ineffable joys and of happiness without end. It can be said that it forms the life and substance of the beatitude of all the blessed. Now, since my divine will possesses this continuous act by nature, it cannot nor does it want to change regime. Just as it gives this continuous act of good in heaven, so does it give it to all creation and to all creatures and to each one, because all receive life from this, its continuous act. If it ceased, the life of all would cease. At the most, there can be changes of effects because it acts according to the dispositions of each one, and therefore its same continuous act produces for some one effect, for some another. And there are some who, unfortunately, while being under the reign of this continuous act of light, of sanctity, of beauty, and more, who remain not even wet, nor illuminated, nor holy, nor beautiful, and convert within themselves the continuous act of good into darkness, into passion, and maybe even into sin. But in spite of all of this, my will never ceases its continuous act of pouring its divine goods over all, because it finds itself in the condition of the Sun that, even if human beings or trees, plants, or flowers would not want to receive its light that could communicate the many admirable effects that its continuous act of light contains, that is sweetness, flavor, the beautiful rainbow of all colors, it would continue its act of always giving light. But if the Sun had reason, it would cry with tears of burning light for the sorrow of seeing in the great wheel of its light how the goods that in reality it gives, but are not received. My divine will is more than Sun. It keeps everyone and everything enveloped within its infinite light. Its nature is of always wanting to give, and in fact, it gives. If everyone took, everyone would be holy, the world would change into happiness. But with highest sorrow, its goods are not received, but rather rejected into its very light. Yet, it does not stop with tender and insuperable love, it continues its continuous act of giving what its light possesses."
July 6, 1938. Vol. 36. How everything triumphs in the Divine Volition. Joys and conquests. The Divine Will as mother. Example of the sea and those who live in it. I am in the arms of the Divine Will, and I can say that I spend every day at sea. Anything it did, both in creation and in Redemption, all its acts come toward me, telling me, "We are already yours. See with how much love the Creator donated us to you, and you insert your little love so that the creative love may love in the created love, and the created love may love in the creative love, and both of them may be victorious." But as I was following the acts of the Divine volition, I wanted to take all heaven in one jump, walking myself and the celestial region, never to leave again. Well, how heavy is this exile for me! If it wasn't for the Divine Fiat that lets flow its rivulet of joys and celestial happiness, I do not know how I could bear it. And I felt embittered. So my beloved Jesus, who watches over me and everything and does not want me to occupy myself with anything other than living in His will, having compassion for me and sweetly scolding me, said, "My good daughter, why do you embed yourself? Bitterness clashes against my will because it is the source of all the sweetness, triumphs, and conquests. If the creatures feel bitterness, it is because they do not live in my will, and there they tyrannize as them, so they suffer from bitterness and remain defeated. And therefore, courage, my daughter, you must know that as the creature lives in my will, she feels the need for her heavenly fatherland, she feels it already her own, so depriving herself of the heavenly glory for love of me. I feel as if she would give back to me everything. In each of her acts, she gives me all heaven, the whole ocean of joys and happiness contained in the celestial regions. Wouldn't you give this content to your Jesus? Moreover, if I do not finish forming in you the kingdom of my will, how can I transmit it to the others? So please, just let me do."
After this, he added, "My daughter, my love toward one who lives in my will is such that I behave as a mother who had a crippled son but possesses the power to give her son the rarest beauty. This mother lies over him, warming him with her heat, by kissing and hugging him over and over again. She restores the use of his limbs, she makes him beautiful, and looking at him as the fruit of her maternal love, she feels happy. However, the mother doesn't really have this power, so she will always be unhappy with her son. But what the mother doesn't have, I do have. My love is such that as she enters into my will, I lay over her, warming her with my love to call her to new life. I kiss her again and again. I squeeze her to my heart to remove any evil that may shade her and take away from her divine freshness and beauty. Then I blow, sending her my recreating breath to regenerate her into new life and to give back to her the rarest beauty. Not satisfied yet, I formed the throne of all my works and I put my will on it as a king on his throne, reigning and dominating in this creature. Then I can say, 'What else could I have done that I did not do? Could I perhaps have loved you more?' And did not you must know that my love reaches the point of excess? As the creature does her own acts in my will, I call in each act all of our acts, all possible imaginable acts that we have done, even the very generation of the Word done by the Holy Spirit, the whole creation, and my incarnation in time. Everything in that act we enclose, everything to be able to say, 'It is our act, a complete act, nothing can miss.' And the creature must be able to say, 'In your will, everything is mine, and I can give you everything, even your very self.' Therefore, our glory and love echoes in all our works, gathering everything. It pours even into art of behind wound. Oh, how sweet it is to hear everything resound with glory and love to our Creator! But who gives us the opportunity to receive so much glory? The one who lives in our will. After a while, he added, "My daughter, as the creature calls my will in her act, in her prayer, my will repeats that act together with her, praying together with the creature. And since its immensity is everywhere, the creation, the Sun, all heaven, the angels and the Saints feel within themselves the strength of that creative prayer, and all of them pray. The prodigy of this prayer is omnipotent and it involves all, giving itself to all. Only those who ungrateful do not want to receive it and remain without its effects. And therefore, my will possesses the virtue of prayer. Oh, how beautiful it is to see it praying in its divine way and with its creative virtue that imposes itself on all, making everything pray. This prayer imposes itself on our divine attributes, making us pour rains of mercy, graces, forgiveness, and love. It is sufficient to know that it is our prayer to say it can give everything. Now, you must know that whether the creature does or does not do our will, whether she lives in it or not, she is already in its immensity, or better still, my will is life of her life and act of her acts, and it continuously assists her with its creative and preserving act. And therefore, one who lives in it can feel its life, its power, its sanctity, and how much I love her. It happens to her as to the fish who lives in the sea and who knows it. She feels this divine sea that is her bed, carrying her in the arms of its celestial waters. It feeds her, it makes her consume herself within it, it amuses and embellishes her. And if she wants to sleep, it forms her bed in its depths, permits nobody to awaken her, it even sleeps together with her. Such is the love of my will for the one who lives inside at sea and who knows it, that it does in her all the arts it wants to do. If it wants to think, it thinks in her; if it wants to look, it looks through her eyes; if it wants to speak, it speaks, keeping her in continuous communication, telling her many of the wonders of our eternal love. If it wants to work, it works; if it wants to walk, it walks; if it wants to love, it loves. My Fiat is always busy with her, and she not only recognizes it, but she never leaves it alone. She sinks more and more in its sea because she knows that if she gets out of the sea, she'll lose her life. The creatures that live in our will are our celestial residents, and with their love, they delight in forming the waves of our sea to amuse us and make us happy. On the other hand, those who live in the immensity of our love that do not know us, do not feel anything of this. They don't feel our paternal attentions that press them to our womb. They live inside our sea as if they did not live at all, so unhappy, as if they were not our children. They are like strangers, and since we are not known, we are forced by their ingratitude not to tell them even a word and to keep repressed inside our womb the goods that we had to give them. And seen our poor children dissimilar from us only because they do not know us is a suffering for us. Even if we give to them, it would happen as the gospel says, 'Do not give pearls to the pigs, because they do not know what they are, and they would cover them with mud and trample on them.' And therefore, it is knowledge that allows creatures to understand where we are, with whom they live, what they can receive, and what they have to do. So those who do not know are the true blind, because they cannot see anything. No matter how many goods are placed around them, they are the vagabonds of creation."
End of July 6. Fiat.