June 20th Daily Calendar Readings from the Book of Heaven

June 20th, 1899. Volume 2.

The love with which St. Aloysius operated, it continues always in the same way. This morning, it seems that Jesus wanted to cheer me a little bit. After I had gone and searched for him for some time, I saw a child from afar, like lightning that falls down from heaven. I ran up to him, and as I arrived, I took him in my arms.

A doubt came to me that it might not be Jesus, so I said to him, "My dear little treasure, tell me, who are you?" And he, "I am your dear and beloved Jesus." And I to him, "My beautiful little baby, I pray you to take my heart and bring it with you to paradise, for after the heart, the soul will come."

Jesus seemed to take my heart and he united it so much with his own that they became one. Afterwards, heaven opened. It seemed that a very great feast was being prepared. At that very moment, a young man of lovely appearance came down from heaven, all dazzling with fire and flames.

Jesus told me, "Tomorrow is the Feast of my dear Aloysius. I must go attend." And I, "And so you leave me alone? What shall I do?" And he, "You too will come. Look at how beautiful Aloysius is."

But the greatest thing in him, which distinguished him on earth, was the love with which he operated. Everything was love in him. Love occupied him interiorly. Love surrounded him externally. So one can say that even his breath was love. This is why it is said of him that he never suffered distraction, because love inundated him everywhere. And this love, he will be inundated eternally, as you see.

And in fact, it seemed that the love of St. Aloysius was so very great as to be able to burn the whole world to ashes. Then Jesus added, "Heist roll over the highest mountains, and there I formed my delight." Since I did not understand the meaning of it, he continued, "The highest mountains are the Saints who have loved me the most, and in them I form my delight, both when they are on earth and when they pass into heaven. So everything is in love."

After this, I prayed Jesus to bless me and those whom I was seeing at that moment, and he, giving his blessing, disappeared.

June 20th, 1903.

The most perfect humility produces the most intimate union with God in the soul. This morning, as I was outside of myself and not finding my highest good, I had to go round and round in search of him. And when I tired myself to the point of feeling faint, I felt him behind my shoulder sustaining me. So I stretched out my hand and I pulled him to the front, saying to him, "My beloved, you know that I cannot be without you, and yet you make me wait so much, to the point of causing me to faint. Tell me at least what is the cause of this, or have I offended you that you subject me to torment so cruel, to martyrdom so painful, which is your privation?"

And Jesus, interrupting my speaking, told me, "My daughter, my daughter, do not add more torment to my heart, which is embittered to the summit, finding itself in a continuous fight because of the violence that everyone does to me continuously. The iniquities of men do violence to me, as they draw justice upon themselves and force me to chastise them. And justice, clashing in a continuous fight with the love I have for men, tortures my heart in such a painful way as to make me die continuously. You do violence to me because when I come knowing the chastisements that I am sending, you do not remain quiet. No, but you force me, you do violence to me, and do not want me to chastise. And knowing that you cannot do otherwise in my presence, so as not to expose my heart to a yet fiercer fight, I abstained from coming. Therefore, do not want to force me to come. For now, let me give vent to my fury, and do not want to increase my pains with your speaking. As for the rest, I do not want you to think about it, because the most perfect, the most sublime humility is that of losing every reason and of not discoursing on why and how, but of undoing oneself in one's own nothingness. And while the soul does this without realizing it, she finds herself dissolved in God, and this produces in the soul the union most intimate, the love most perfect toward her highest good. This, however, to the greatest advantage of the soul, because in losing her own reason, she acquires divine reason. And in losing every discerning about herself, whether she is cold or warm, whether the things that happened to her are favorable or adverse, she will be interested in and will acquire a language fully celestial and divine. In addition to this, humility produces a garment of safety in the soul, in such a way that, wrapped in this garment of safety, the soul remains in the most profound calm, embellishing all of herself in order to be pleasing to her dearest and beloved Jesus."

Who can say how surprised I was left by the speaking of his? I had not a word to answer him. Then, after a little while, he disappeared, and I found myself inside myself, calm, yes, but afflicted to the summit, first because of the afflictions and the fights which my dear Jesus was in, and then out of fear that he might not come. "Who would be a people to endure? How will I be able to bear myself because of his absence? O Lord, give me strength to bear this martyrdom so hard, so unbearable for my poor soul. After all, say whatever you want, but I will not neglect any means. I will try always. I will use all stratagems to draw you to come."

June 20th, 1904. Volume 6.

The victim souls are the daughters of mercy. After I struggled very much, blessed Jesus came for just a little and told me, "My daughter, human perfidy has reached such a point as to exhaust my mercy on its part. But my goodness is so great as to constitute daughters of mercy, so that on the parts of creatures also, this attribute may not be exhausted. These are the victims who are in full ownership of the Divine Will, having destroyed their own. In fact, in these souls, the container given by me and creating them, it is in full vigor. And since they have received the particle of my mercy, being daughters, they administer to others. It is understood, however, that in order to be able to administer the particle of my mercy to others, they themselves must be in justice."

And I, "Lord, who can never be in justice?" And he, "One who does not commit grave sins and abstains from committing the slightest venial sins of his own will."

June 20th, 1906. Volume 7.

Everything must be reduced to one single point. Everything must become a flame. Feeling very much in suffering, soul and body, and having spent the night with a flaming fever, I felt I was burning and being consumed. My strengths were exhausted. I felt I was dying. And added to that, he was not coming. Truly, I could take no more.

Then, after a long time, I felt I was going outside of myself, and I saw our Lord within an immense light, and myself completely nailed, even the tiniest particles of my members. It was not just my hands and feet like other times, but each of my bones had its nail driven into it. Oh, how many bitter pains I felt! At each slightest motion, I felt lacerated by those nails, and I fainted. I felt I was about to die, but I was resigned and immersed in the divine volition, which seemed to me to be the key that would open divine treasures, from which I would draw strength to be sustained in that state of sufferings, to the point of making me content and happy. However, I was burning. Those nails seemed to produce fire, but I was all immersed in it. Blessed Jesus was looking at me and seemed to be pleased.

Then he told me, "My daughter, everything must be reduced to one single point, that is, everything must become a flame. And from this flame, filtered, pressed, beaten, a most pure light comes out, not like the light of fire, but of Sun, fully similar to the light that surrounds me. The soul who has become light cannot be away from the divine light. Rather, my light absorbs her into itself and transports her into heaven. Therefore, courage. This is the complete crucifixion of soul and body. Do you not see how your light is already about to take off from the flame, and my light awaits it in order to absorb it?"

While he was saying this, I looked at myself and I saw a great flame inside of me. A tiny little flame of life came out of it, which was about to detach itself and take flight. Who can describe my contentment at the thought of dying, at the thought of being always with my only and highest good, with my life, with my center? I felt paradise in advance.

June 20th, 1918. Volume 12.

Doing the office of priest, Jesus consecrates the souls who live in his will. Continuing in my usual state, my sweet Jesus made himself seen around me, of all attentions. He seemed to be watching me in everything. As he was doing this, a rope came out from his heart, coming toward my heart. And if I was attentive, the rope remained fixed in my heart, and Jesus moved this rope and used himself.

Then my beloved Jesus told me, "My daughter, I am all attention for souls. If they reciprocate me, paying as much attention to me, the ropes of my love remain fixed in their heart, and I multiply my attentions and amuse myself. Otherwise, the ropes remain loose, and my love rejected and saddened."

And then he added, "And the one who does my will and lives in it, my love does not find obstruction. I love her and have so much predilection for her, but I myself take care of all that is needed for her, both help and direction, both unforeseen aids and unexpected graces. Even more, I am jealous that others may do something. I myself want to do everything for her. I reach so much jealousy of love that if I give two priests the authority to consecrate me in the sacramental hosts, so that I may be given two souls, I reserve to myself the privilege to consecrate these souls. As they keep repeating their acts in my will, as they resign themselves, and as they make the human will go out in order to let the divine will enter, what the priest does over the host, I do with them. And not only once, every time she repeats her acts in my will, she calls me as a powerful magnet, and I consecrate her like a privileged host, repeating over her the words of the consecration. I do this with justice, because the soul who does my will sacrifices herself more than those souls who receive Communion but do not do my will. They empty themselves to take on me, they give me full dominion, and if needed, they are ready to suffer any pain in order to do my will. So cannot wait, my love cannot contain itself from communicating me to them until when it is convenient to the priest to give them the sacramental host. Therefore, I do everything by myself. Oh, how many times I communicate myself before the priest feels comfortable to communicate himself! If this were not the case, my love would remain as though hampered and bound in the sacraments. No, no, I am free. I have the sacraments inside my heart. I am the owner, and I can exercise them whenever I want."

And while he was saying this, he seemed to be wandering everywhere to see if there were souls who did as well, in order to consecrate them. How beautiful it was to see lovable Jesus going round, as though in a hurry, doing the office of priests, and to hear him repeat the words of the consecration over those souls who do his will and live in it. How blessed are those souls who, by doing his most holy will, receive the consecration of Jesus.

June 20th, 1921. Vol 13.

Simile of the son and one who lives in the divine will. As I was in my usual state, my always lovable Jesus came, but all majesty in love. He took my right hand in his hand, and drawing near my heart, he kissed it, and then he clasped my head with both hands, keeping them over my head for some time. Who can say what I felt being infused in me? He alone can tell you what he was infusing in me.

Then he told me, "Daughter of my will, my volition fills you. And in order to keep this will of mine in you, I offer myself as the keeper of my own will. The gift which I placed in you is so great that I do not want to leave it at your mercy, because you would not have sufficient care in order to keep it. Therefore, not only will I be its defense, but I will help you to make it pour outside, in such a way that the mark of my will will be seen everywhere."

Then he added, "One who lives in my will must be as the center of everything. And look at the Sun up there in the heavens. One can see the center of its light, its circle, but the light and the heat it spreads, beat and fill the whole earth, becoming life and light of all nature. In the same way, one who lives in my will must live as though surrounded with in my own center, which is life of everything. These souls are more than sun. They are also light, heat, and fecundity of all goods. Those who do not live completely in my will can be called plants, flowers, trees, which receive light, heat, and fecundity from these suns. And living down below, they are subject to grow and to decrease, and are exposed to winds, to frost, to storms. On the other hand, one who lives in my will, like son, excels over all, triumphs, and conquers everything. And while he touches everything and becomes life of everything, he is intangible, nor does he let anyone touch him, because since he lives up high, nobody can reach him."

June 20th, 1924. Volume 17.

How the Divine Will contains the full happiness and the second Humanity of our Lord. As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, together with my most sweet Jesus. He was all goodness and all admirable. He took my hands in his and pressed them tightly to his breast, and all love told me, "My beloved daughter, if you knew what pleasure would taste I feel in speaking to you about my will! Had three additional things I manifest to you on my will: one, happiness I unleashed from me and which communicates itself to the creature, and I feel happier in her by virtue of my own happiness. In fact, the distinctive specialty of my will is exactly this: to make God and man happy. Don't you remember, my daughter, how much we delighted together? I am speaking to you, and you are listening to me, and how we made each other happy. And since my will alone contains the seed of happiness, we, by manifesting it, and the soul by knowing it, form the plant and the fruits of true, everlasting, and eternal happiness, which never ceases. And not only us, but also those who listen or read the admirable and surprising things of my will, feel the sweet and gentlement of my happiness. Therefore, in order to make myself happy and my works, I want to speak to you of the nobility of my will, of where the soul can reach, and of what she can enclose if she lets my will enter. The nobility of my will is divine, and since it comes from heaven, it does not descend if not in one in whom it finds a noble court. And so, the first one to let it enter was my humanity. It is not content with little, but it wants everything, because it wants to give everything. And how can it give everything if it does not find everything for itself to be able to place all of its goods in it? So my humanity gave it the whole liyan noble court, and its centralized everything and everyone in me. See then, in order for my will to come and reign in the soul, the soul must enclose within herself all that my humanity did. And if the other creatures have shared in part in the fruits of my Redemption according to their dispositions, this creature will concentrate them all in order to form the noble court to my will. And my will will concentrate in the soul the love which it gives and wants to give to all, in order to receive the love of all and of each one. It is not content with finding in her the return of her love alone, but it wants the return of all. My will wants to find in the soul in whom it wants to reign all the relations which exist in creation between creator and creature, otherwise its happiness would not be full, nor would it find all of its things or itself. My will must be able to say in the soul in whom it reigns, 'Here I find my happiness.' In spite of this, if no one loved me or required me, I would always be happy in myself. No one can sat in my happiness, because in this will of mine I find everything, I receive everything, and I can give everything. I would repeat the sentence which is in the three divine persons: we are intangible, as much as the creatures might do, no one can touch us or even slightly shade our eternal and immutable happiness. Only one who possesses our will can touch us lovingly and can become one with us, because in this way the creature would be happy of our own happiness, and so we remain glorified by the happiness of the creature, only when my will will rein in the creature in a complete way. Then will charity reach complete perfection in the creature, because then, by virtue of my will, everyone will be found in every creature loved, defended, and sustained, just as her creator loves her, defends her, and sustains her. Each one will be transfused in the other as in one's own life. Then all virtues will reach complete perfection, because they will not be nourished by human life, but by divine light. Therefore, I needed to humanity's my own in order to form the redemption, and the other of one creature to form the Fiat voluntas tua on earth as it is in heaven, one more necessary than the other, because if in the first one I was to come to redeem man, in the second I was to come to restore him to the only purpose for which he was created, to open the currents of graces between the human will and the divine, and to make the divine reign on earth as it does in heaven. And just as my humanity, in order to redeem man, let my will reign on earth as it does in heaven, so do I keep looking for another humanity which, letting it reign within itself on earth as it does in heaven, may let me accomplish all the designs of my creation. Therefore, be attentive and letting my will alone reign in you, and I will love you with the same love with which I loved my most holy humanity."

June 20th, 1925. Vol 17.

How the soul who makes the divine will live within herself sets divine joys and Beatitudes in motion. I felt immersed in the holy will of God, and my sweet Jesus, drawing me to himself, squeezed me very tightly in his arms, and then he said to me, "My daughter, oh, how beautiful is my rest in the soul who has my Will as life and who lets my will act in love entirely and completely within her. You must know that as the soul breathes, palpitates, works, thanks, loves, acts, even though everything is carried out within her, since my will has become the center of life in her, it is my will that breathes, palpitates, loves, thinks, acts, gives motion to her work, circulation to her blood, thought to her mind, love to her heart, and the like. Now, since this will is the same as the one which the three divine persons have, it happens that they feel within them the breath of the soul, her heartbeat, her motion. And since every time our will decides to form one act, it releases from us new joys, new Beatitudes, new happinesses, which, harmonizing everything among the three divine persons, form immense seas of new happiness. And in wrapping all the blessed, these remain and raptured within these joys, and are shaken by this rapture. And while they are shaken, they remain enraptured more strongly within our immeasurable Beatitudes. Using our will, she wants to form more acts of will to make us happy and to make us release more Beatitudes. Now, the soul who lets our will live within her reaches such a point that, as she lets it operate, she gives us the occasion to set our Beatitudes, our harmonies, and the infinite joys of our love in motion. She makes us release new beauties and new glories of ours. Our will operating in the creatures, so very pleasing, tender, and lovable to us, it makes us new surprises, it sets our things in motion in order to give us the return of our glory, of our love, of our happiness, and all this through the creature who has given the place within herself to let our will live. How not to love this birth from our will? More so since our will renders this creature more loveable, gracious, beautiful to us, in such a way that in no one else do we find her qualities. She is a work done by our will with such mastery as to enchant all of heaven and to render her lovable to all, and even more so to the Sacrosanct Trinity."

And while he was saying this, he squeezed me more tightly, and letting me place my mouth in his heart, he added, "You to drink our Beatitudes in large gulps. Say she ain't yourself in the way you want, then as much as you want."

June 20th, 1926. Vol 19.

"Ecce Homo." Jesus felt as many deaths for as many as were those who cried out, "Crucify him!" One who lives in the Divine Will takes the fruit of the pains of Jesus. The ideal of Jesus in creation was the kingdom of his will. And souls, after going through most bitter days because of the privation of my sweet Jesus, I felt I could take no more. I moaned under a press that crushed my soul and body, and I longed for my celestial fatherland, in which not even for one instant would I be without the one who was all my life and my highest and only good.

Then, when I reduced myself to the extremes without Jesus, I felt myself being filled completely with him, in such a way that I remained like a veil that covered him. And since I was thinking about the pains of his passion and accompanying him, especially in the act in which Pilate showed him to the people, saying, "Ecce Homo," oh, my sweet Jesus told me, "My daughter, as Pilate said 'Ecce Homo,' all cried out, 'Crucify him, crucify him, we want him dead!' And so did my very celestial Father and my inseparable and pierced Mama. And not only those who were present, but all the absent and all generations past and future. And if some did not say it with words, he said it with facts, because there was not a single one who said he wanted me alive and to keep silent. This confirmation of what others want, this cry of death from all, was so very painful for me. I felt as many deaths for as many as were the people who cried out, 'Crucify him!' I felt as though drowned with pains and with death, more so since I could see that each death of mine would not bring life to each one, and those who received life because of my death would not receive all the complete fruit of my passion and death. My sorrow was so great that my moaning humanity was about to succumb and breathe its last.

But while I was dying, with its all, seeing this, my supreme will made present to my dying humanity all those who would let the eternal volition reign in them with absolute dominion, who would take the complete fruit of my passion and death. Among them, there was my dear Mother as their head. She took all the deposit of all my goods and of the fruits contained in my life, passion, and death. Not even one breath of mine did she allow to be lost, nor did she fail to keep its precious fruit in her custody. And from her, they were to be transmitted to the little newborn of my will and to all those in whom the supreme volition would have its life and its kingdom. When my extinguishing humanity saw the complete fruit of my life, passion, and death placed in safety and secured, it was able to resume and continue the full course of its sorrowful passion. So it is my will alone that brings all the fullness of my Goods and the complete fruit contained in creation, redemption, and sanctification. Wherever it reigns, our works are all full of life, nothing is halved or incomplete. While where it does not reign, even if some virtues were present, everything is misery, everything incomplete. And if they produce any fruit at all, it is unripe and without maturity. And if they take the fruit of redemption, they take them with measure and without abundance. Therefore, they grow as weak, sick, and feverish. And if they do a little bit of good, they do it strained, and they feel crushed under the weight of that bit of good that they do. On the other hand, my will empties the human will, and in that void, it places the divine strength in the life of good. Therefore, one who lets a train within herself does good without strain, and the life she contains leads her to operate good with an irresistible strength. So my humanity found life in my passion and death, and in those in whom my will would reign. Therefore, creation and redemption will always be incomplete until my will has its kingdom.

And souls, after this, I was doing my usual acts, and the supreme volition and my sweet Jesus, coming out from within my interior, followed everything I did with his. And since he saw that all my acts identified with his, and by virtue of the supreme well, they followed the same course as his acts and repeated the same good and the same glory for our celestial Father, taken by emphasis of love, he clasped me to his heart and told me, "My daughter, even though you are little and newly born in my will, and you live in the kingdom of my will, your littleness is my triumph. And when I see you operate in it, I find myself in the kingdom of my will like a king who has fought a long war. Since his ideal was victory, in seeing himself victorious, he feels cheered from the bloody battle, from the hardships suffered, and from the wounds still impressed on his person. And his triumph is formed as he sees himself surrounded by the conquests he has made. The king wants to look at everything, his gaze wants to delight in the kingdom conquered and triumphant, he smiles and makes feast. So I am. My ideal in creation was the kingdom of my will in the soul of the creature. My primary purpose was to make of man the image of the Divine Trinity by virtue of the fulfillment of my will upon him. But as man withdrew from it, I lost my kingdom in him. And for as long as six thousand years, I had to sustain a long battle. But long as it has been, I have not dismissed my ideal and my primary purpose, nor will I dismiss it. And if I came in Redemption, I came to realize my ideal and my primary purpose, that is, the kingdom of my will in souls. This is so true that in order to come, I formed my first kingdom of the supreme volition in the heart of my immaculate Mama. Outside of my kingdom, I would never have come upon earth. Then I suffered hardships, and I was wounded and killed. At last, but the kingdom of my will was not realized. I laid the foundations, I made some preparations, but the bloody battle between the human will and the divine has yet continued. Now, my little daughter, when I see you operate in the kingdom of my will, and as you operate, its kingdom is established more and more in you, I feel victorious in my long battle, and everything around me takes the attitude of triumph and feast. My pains, the hardships, the wounds, smile at me, and my very death gives me back the life of my will in you. So I feel victorious in creation and in Redemption. Even more, they serve to form the long rounds for the newborn of my will, her rapid flights, her endless strolls in the kingdom of my will. And so I boast in triumph, and the lighting I follow with my gaze all the steps and acts of my little daughter. See, all have their ideal, and when they realize it, only then are they content. The little baby also has his ideal: to attach himself to the breast of his Mama. And while he cries and sobs, as soon as his Mama opens our lot to him, the baby stops crying, takes on a smile, and flinging himself, he attaches himself to the breast of his Mama, and victorious, he suckles and suckles, and till he is full, and while he suckles, triumphant, he takes his sweet sleep. So I am. After long crying, when I see the lap of a soul who opens the doors to me to give place to the kingdom of my will, my tears stop, and flinging myself onto her lap, I attach myself to her, and suckling her in the fruits of the kingdom of my will, I take my sweet sleep and I rest victorious. Even the tiny little bird, its ideal is of the seed, and when it sees it, it beats its wings, it runs, curls itself over the seed, victorious, it grabs it with its beak and triumphs it, and continues its flight. So I am. High fly and fly, I go round and round to form the kingdom of my will in the soul, that she may form for me the seed to nourish me, because I use no other food but that which is formed in my kingdom. And when I see this celestial seed, more than little bird, that's a lie to make of it my food. So for each, everything is in realizing the ideal one is set for himself. This is why when I see you operate in the kingdom of my will, I see my ideal realized, and I feel repaid for the work of creation and redemption, and the triumph of my will established in you. Therefore, be attentive and let the victory of your Jesus be permanent in you."

Then, after this, my sweet Jesus moved in my interior, and all tenderness told me, "My daughter, tell me, what about your ideal, your purpose? What is it?" And I, "My love Jesus, my ideal is to fulfill your will, and all my purpose is to reach the point at which no thought, word, heartbeat, and work of mine may ever go out of the kingdom of your supreme well. Even more, in it may they be conceived, nourished, raised, and form their life, and if needed, also their death, though I know that in your will no act dies, but once it is born, it lives eternally. So it is the kingdom of your will and my poor soul that I long for, and this is all my ideal and my primary and ultimate purpose."

Then Jesus, all love, then making feasts, added, "My daughter, so my ideal and yours are one, and therefore one is our purpose. Brava, brava, the little daughter of my well! And since your ideal and mine are one, you too have sustained a battle of long years to conquer the kingdom of my will. You had to endure pain, privations, and have been even a prisoner in your little room, bound to your little bed, to conquer that kingdom so much wanted and longed for by me and by you. It cost much to both of us, and now we are both triumphant and conquerors. So you too are the little Queen and the kingdom of my will. And even though little, you are always queen because you are the daughter of the great King of our celestial Father. Therefore, as conqueror of a kingdom so great, take possession of all creation, of all redemption, and of all heaven. Everything is yours, because your rights of possession extend wherever my will reigns as whole and permanent. All are waiting for you to give you the honors that fit your victory. You too are the little baby who has so much cried and longed for her Jesus, but as soon as you have seen me, your tears have stopped, and flinging yourself onto my lap, you have attached yourself to my breasts, and victorious, you have suckled my will and my love has, though in triumph, you have taken rest in my very arms, and I rocked you so that your sleep might be longer, and I might enjoy my newborn in my own arms, and triumphant, I extend the kingdom of my will in you. Also, you are the tiny little that has gone around and around me, and while I spoke to you about my will, manifesting to you the knowledge of it, its goods, its prodigies, and even its sorrow, you beat your wings, and hurling yourself over the many seeds I placed before you, you grabbed them with your beak and triumphant, you continued your flight around me, waiting for more seeds of my will which I would place before you, and again grabbing them with your beak, you nourished yourself and victorious, continued your flight, manifesting the kingdom of my will. So my prerogatives are horse, my kingdom and yours are one. We have suffered together, it is right that together we enjoy our conquests."

I remained surprised on hearing this and I thought to myself, "But is it really true that in my poor soul there is this kingdom of the supreme well?" I felt all confused, and if I wrote this, I did it to obey. But as I am writing, Jesus has surprised me, coming out from within my interior, he has thrown his arms around my neck, squeezing me so very tightly to the point that I could not write anymore, because my poor head was no longer in me. But immediately Jesus disappeared, and I continued writing.

So, while I was afraid, Jesus told me, "My daughter, my celestial Mama was able to give me to others because she conceived me within herself, she raised me and nourished me. No one can give something he does not have. And if she gave me to the other creatures, it was because she possessed me. Now, I would never have told you so much about my will had I not wanted to form its kingdom in you, nor would you have loved it so much had it not been the things that are not one's own are kept reluctantly and cause bother and wait. Had you not had this bringing font of the kingdom of my will within you, you would not have been able to repeat what I have told you nor put it on paper. Lacking the possession, you would lack the light and the love to manifest it. So if the Sun shines in you, and with its rays it feeds you the words, the knowledge, and how it wants to reign, it is a sign that you possess it. And therefore, your task is to make it known, just as the task of a sovereign Queen was to make me know and to give me for the salvation of all."

June 20th, 1927. Vol 22.

How God in creating man had given him a fertile and beautiful land. The reason why he keeps Louisa alive. How everything that is done in the Divine Will has continuous life. I was feeling oppressed and all annihilated within myself, good at nothing. So very often the privations of my beloved Jesus render me incapable of anything. And while on one hand I feel them vividly lacerating my poor soul, on the other hand they render me dazed, petrified, as if I had no more life, or I feel life only to feel myself dying. Oh God, what pains they are, without mercy and without pity, to live in the nightmare of a pain that brings me an infinite, immense, and eternal weight. I have no place to go, nor anything that I can do so as not to feel the enormous weight of this tremendous pain. So I thought to myself, "I am no longer good at anything but to feel all the weight of my greatness, fortune of being without him, whom it seems to me that everyone else possesses. Only for me was this pain so harrowing reserved, of not possessing my life, my all, my Jesus. Jesus, come back to her whom you wounded and left prey to the pain of the wound that you yourself gave her. And besides, why keep me alive when I am no longer good at doing anything?"

But while I was pouring out my sorrow, my highest good Jesus moved in my interior, and clasping me all to himself, told me, "My daughter, the earth created by God is fertile and beautiful, with a most refuge and Sun that illuminated it and delighted it. It became full of thorns and all stony because of sin. The human will put to flight the son of mine, and thick darkness covered it. And I keep you alive because you must remove all the stones from the earth and render it fertile again. Each act of the human will has been a stone that covered the beautiful earth created by me. Each venial sin has been a thorn. Each grave sin has been a poison. And each good done outside of my will has been like sand scattered over the land that, invading it completely, prevented the vegetation of even the smallest plant or some blade of grass that might sprout from underneath the stones. Now, my daughter, each act of yours done in my will must remove one stone. And how many acts it takes to remove them all! And by never giving life to your will, you will call back the refuge entrer of the son of the supreme Fiat to shine over these ten adverse lands. And these rays will call the mighty wind of grace that with empire will stir all that sand, that is, all that good done neither to do my will, nor in it, nor out of love for me, but good done to earn human esteem, glory, and interest. How heavy this apparent good is, more than sand that prevents the vegetation of souls and renders them so sterile as to arouse pity. Then the son of my will, with its fecundity, will change the thorns into flowers and fruits, and the wind of my grace will be the counter poison and will pour life into souls. So you must be convinced that I keep you still alive in order to reorder the work of creation. And just as one human will, by placing itself outside of mine, puts everything in disorder to the point of changing the face of the earth, in the same way, another human well that enters into mine and with repeated and incessant acts must reorder everything and return to me the sweet enchantment, the harmony, the beauty of the first times of creation. Don't you feel within yourself how larger field is and as though going back to the terrestrial Eden, in which my divine will celebrated with the first acts of man, and they enjoyed together the fertile and beautiful land it had given him? I call you to bind those first acts and to make you follow all the lands invaded by the human will, so that embracing all times together, you may help to remove the stones, the thorns, the sand with which the human will has reduced those lands to such a state as to arouse pity. So my poor mind in the divine will went back to Eden to enter into the unity of that one act that can only be found in it, and to descend to the very last times, so that my love, my adoration, and so forth might extend to all times and all places, for all and for each one. But while I was thinking and doing this, I said to myself, 'How much nonsense I speaking! In the last times, I hope by the Lord's grace to be up there in the celestial fatherland. How will I be able to love in time while I am an eternity?'"

And my sweet Jesus, moving in my interior, told me, "My daughter, everything that is done in my will has continuous life, because everything that is done in it has its origin, the love of its creator, that is not subject to ending. It loved, loves, and will love always, nor can anyone interrupt this love. So one who loves, who adores in my will, does nothing but follow that eternal love, that perfect adoration of the divine persons, that have no beginning and no end. As the soul enters into my will, she enters into the midst of our acts and continues to love with our love and to adorn with our adoration, and she remains bound to our reciprocal love, to our will that has the virtue of being unceasing in its acts. And everything that others may do is nothing other than the continuation of the act done in my divine will. The acts done and it have perennial and continual life. And therefore, your love in the last times will be in nothing dissimilar to that of today. And if others love, they will love in and with your love, because it will be first act, having its origin and God. And therefore, from the celestial fatherland, you will love in time and in eternity. My will will keep your love jealously, just as it keeps its own, and wherever it extends and has its life, it will make you love and adore everywhere. For one who lives in my will, all of her acts have all the divine acts, our very way of operating, as their beginning. And so the soul doesn't nothing but follow what God does. The sovereign Queen who lived perfect life in the royal palace of our will had no other love, no other adoration but our own. All of her acts can be seen as so fused in ours that what an our axes nature in her as grace. And since her acts did not have their origin in her will but in ours, by right, she has primacy over all the acts of creatures. Therefore, if you love the celestial Queen has primacy over your love, and you follow her love just as you follow ours. And the great lady and we continue to love in your love. And so with anything that you may do in our will. So when you come to the celestial fatherland, your love will not depart from the earth, but will continue to love in each creature. And therefore, even from now, my divine Fiat makes you extend your love to the past, to the present, and to the future, to give you the right that your love may extend everywhere and to all times, and it may never cease to love. Here is the great difference between one who lives in my will and one who lives outside of it."

June 20th, 1928. Vol 29.

God is one single act. Example of the son. One who lives in the Divine Will lives in this single act and feels all of its effects. Value of what is done in the Divine Will. How Jesus who had always been with his mother moved away when he carried out his public life. Application to the soul. My abandonment in the supreme Fiat and my flight and all of its acts are continuous.

And while going around in the creation, I was thinking of the order and harmony of things and of the multiplicity of the acts of the eternal volition in the whole universe. But while I was thinking of this, my always lovable Jesus told me, "My daughter, God is one single act. And if many acts can be seen in creation, they are nothing other than the effects of the one act of God. It happens as to the son: the son is one, its light as one, but as its light touches the earth and rapidly extends over it, the effects of it are innumerable. It can be said that it produces a distinct effect over each thing it touches, distinct in the color, in the sweetness, and in the substance it infuses in each thing it touches with its hands of light. It seems that the Sun creates many subsequent acts, one more beautiful than the other, but it is not true. They are nothing other than the effects of its one act of light. In fact, the strength of one single act has the virtue of producing many effects as if they were many subsequent, indistinct acts, as indeed they are. So everything you see in the whole universe are nothing other than the effects of the one single act of God. And because it is one single act, it possesses the virtue of order and harmony, and all the effects it produces. The same happens with the soul who lives in my divine will. By living in the one act of God, she feels all the effects of that single act of."

God in all of her acts, she feels within herself the order, the harmony, the beauty, the strength of the one divine act that more than light produces so many effects. That she feels heavens sons cease, flowery fields, and everything good present in heaven and on earth being produced in her acts. What can one who lives in my will not in close of what is great and of what is good? Everything she is the through son that in whatever it does and touches produces various tints of beauty, of sweetness, of goodness, and of multiple effects because all of its acts hang upon the one act of he who created it.

After this, I was thinking of the great good that what is done in the Divine Will and closes its great good. And my sweet Jesus added, "My daughter, what is done and my Divine Will encloses an incalculable value. It is as if the soul had to scale pans in her hands, placing in each pan an object of equal weight and of equal value. One is the weight of these objects, one the value, one the price that she can collect. Now, in one pan God places as well, in the other the soul places what she doesn't. It as the two pans rise, they remain perfectly balanced and they both elevate to the same level because since the will of God and that of the soul are one, wherever it operates, whether in God or in the creature, one is the value. My will alone elevates the soul to the likeness of her creator, what it's done and it places her in the order of the Divine works."

After this, I was feeling oppressed and I thought to myself, "What a change! Before, my sweet Jesus would come always. It seemed that he was unable to nor could be without me. And now, days upon days, and he does not hasten at all, nor does he run toward me as he used to do before. When he sees that I cannot take any more, it seems that when he comes, it is to say things that regard his Fiat. It seems that this alone interests him. My extreme need of him no longer makes a breach into him."

Now, while I was thinking of this and other things, he moved in my interior and told me, "My daughter, I am behaving with you as I did with my mama during my life. We always lived life together, except for the three days when I was lost. As for the rest, wherever the mother was, there was the Sun, and wherever the Sun was, there was the mother. We were inseparable. Then, when the fulfillment of Redemption came and I had to carry out my public life, we separated. Even though the one will that animated us kept us always identified with each other, however, it is certain that our persons were far away from each other. One was in one place, one in another. And since true love is unable to nor can be separated for too long from the beloved, because they feel the irresistible need to rest one within the other and to confide to each other their secrets, the outcome of their undertakings and their sorrows. And this is why now I would make my little escapes to see her again. Now the Queen Mother would leave her mass to see again her son, who wounded her from afar, and again we would separate to give course to the work of redemption. So I am doing with you. Before, I used to be with you always. Has indeed I am still now, but since we must work for the kingdom of my divine will and you must fling yourself into its acts, and the work seems to move us away from each other. And while you work, I work in preparing more work for you to do by making known to you more things regarding my Fiat and what you must follow in it. But I come back often to receive and to give you rest. Therefore, do not be surprised. This is required by the great work of the Fiat voluntas tua on earth as it is in heaven. So trust me and do not fear."

June 20th, 1938. Vol. 36. One who lives in the divine volition is in continuous communication with God. New birth and rising love. How it gives happiness and joy to all. How Jesus himself will become the vigil custodian of these writings, the interest being all his own. I am under the Empire of the Divine Will. Its power raises me in its center. It's love embalming me, brings me its celestial air. It's light purifies, embellishes, transforms me, enclosing me in the range of the Divine will so that all is forgotten. So great and so many are the joys, so enchanting the scenes of the Supreme Being that one remains enraptured. Oh Divine Will, how I'd love for all to know you, to enjoy choice so pure, gladness so ineffable that can be found only in you.

And while my mind was feeling such an unspeakable happiness, my beloved Jesus, repeating his short little visit, how goodness told me, "My little daughter of my will, see how beautiful it is to live in my will. We are in continuous communication with the creature. We prepare for her new joys for every new act she does to make her more and more happy in our residence. The actions done in the Fiat remain always in the act of being being done. Our life rises again continuously. Our love ascends and investing everyone with its waves calls all into that act so that all would repeat it and we hear the echo of them loving and glorifying us. The angels and the Saints are all attentive and anxiously longed for the act of the creature done in our will. Do you know why? Because in this way they received double glory: the glory of heaven and the new glory, joy and happiness of the act done in my Fiat. How grateful they are to me and how much they love the creatures that redouble for them new happiness and endless choice. Who would not love the one who lives in my will? The one who gives us joys and happiness, the one who gives us the great glory of letting us do what we want in her, the one who gives happiness and joys to all. There is no good that does not come from her. Therefore, one who lives in our will is not subject to discouragement or fear. Distrust just doesn't find its way in because the creature possesses everything. She feels as though she were the owner of everything and she takes what she wants. Her life is nothing other than our love and will to the extent that she even suffers our same love follies and would be happy to give her life for anyone to give us the glory of making our well known."

After this, I was feeling concerned for these bless of writings here and for the insistence of my beloved Jesus and wanting me to keep writing after so many sacrifices. "Where will they end up?" And my Jesus interrupting my thinking told me, "My daughter, do not trouble yourself. High will be their vigil custodian and they cost me too much. They cost me my will that enters these writings as primary life. I could call them testament of love which my will does for the creatures. It donates itself and calls them in its heritage, but with such supplicant, attractive, loving modes that only the hearts of stone would not be moved to compassion and would not feel the need to receive such a great good. Therefore, these writings are full of divine lives that cannot be destroyed. If one tried to do so, the same would happened to him as to one who would try to destroy heaven. Offended, it would fall back upon him from every side, annihilating him under its blue vault. For us, one trying to destroy the Sun, which would laugh at him and burn him up. Forced to another who would want to destroy the waters of the sea and be drowned by them. It would take too much to touch what I made you write on my will. I can call this a new living and speaking creation. It will be the last display of my love to the human generation. You must know that at each word I have you right on my Fiat, I double my love for you and toward those who will read them to make them remain and bombed by my love. And therefore, as you write, you give me the space to love you more. I see the great good these writings will do for you. I feel each one of my words and the palpitating lives of the creatures who will know the goodness of my word forming within themselves the life of my will. So the interest is all mine and you leave everything to me. You have to know that these writings come out of the center of the great Sun of my will, whose rays are full of the truths coming from the center and embraced all times, all centuries, all generations. This Great Wheel of light fills heaven and earth and through light, it knocks at every heart, praying, begging them to receive the palpitating life of my Fiat that our paternal goodness condescended and deign to dictate from within its center with the most unusual, charming, affable, sweet modes, can with such a great love as to seem almost incredible to astound the very angels. Every word can be called a portent of loved one greater than the other. Therefore, trying to touch these writings is wanting to touch myself, the center of my love, the loving keenness with which I love creatures. I will know how to defend myself and confound anyone who would slightly disprove of even one word of what is written on my divine will. And therefore, continue to listen to me, my daughter. Do not obstruct my love. Do not tie my arms by rejecting back into my womb what you keep writing. These writings cost me too much. They cost me as much as myself. And therefore, I will take so much care of them that I will not allow even a word to be lost."

End of June 20th. Fiat.