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April 25th, 1903
Purity and operating is light, as I was in my usual state and not finding my sweet Jesus, I had to go around very much to go in search of him. Finally, I found him in the arms of the Queen Mama, suckling milk from her breasts. As much as I said and did, he did not seem to pay attention to me; rather, he did not even look at me. Who can say the pain of my poor heart? And seeing that Jesus was not paying attention to me, then after I gave vent to my tears, having compassion for me, he came into my arms and poured from his mouth a little bit of that milk which he had suckled from the Queen Mama. After this, I looked into his breast and he had a little pearl.
"Solar fusion has to invest the most holy humanity of our Lord with light. Wanting to know the meaning of it, I asked Jesus, 'What that pearl was which, while appearing so small, spreads so much light?'"
"Can Jesus, it is the purity of your suffering which, though small, is the cause of so much light because you suffer only for love of me and would be ready to suffer more if I conceded it to you, my daughter. Purity and operating is so great that one who operates with the sole purpose of pleasing me alone does nothing other than spread light from all of his operating. One who does not operate in an upright way, even and good, does nothing other than spread darkness."
Then I looked into the breast of our Lord and he had a most clear mirror, and it seemed that those who walked in an upright way remained completely absorbed in that mirror. All those who did not remained outside without being able to receive any imprint of the image of blessed Jesus.
"Oh Lord, keep me all absorbed in this divine mirror, that I may have no other shade of intention in my operating."
April 25th, 1902
Volume 4
The Crosses Sacrament
This morning I found myself outside of myself, and after going in search of my sweet Jesus, I found him, but in such a pitiful state as to break my heart. He had his hands wounded, contracted because of the sharpness of the pain, to the point that they could not be touched. I tried to touch them in order to extend his fingers and heal his wounds, but I could not because blessed Jesus was crying for the strong pain. Then, not knowing what to do, I squeezed him to myself and said to him, "My loving good, it has been a while since you shared with me the pains of your wounds; maybe this is why they are so embittered. I pray you to let me share in your pains so that, as I suffer myself, your sufferings might be lessened."
As I was saying this, an angel came out with a nail in his hand, and he pierced my hands and feet through. As he was driving the nail into my hands, the fingers of my dear Jesus loosened up and his wounds were healed. And while I was suffering, the Lord told me, "My daughter, the crosses sacrament. Each one of the sacraments contains its special effects. One removes sin, another confers grace, another unites one with God, another gives strength, and many other effects. But the cross alone unites all these effects together, producing them in the soul with such effectiveness as to render her in a very short time similar to the original from which she came."
After this, as though wanting to take some rest, he withdrew into my interior.
April 25th, 1906
Volume 7
Sheet Suffers Together With Jesus
He gives her all of his sufferings and all of himself as a gift. As I was in my usual state, I seemed to see blots of Jesus inside of me, how afflicted in the act of suffering the crucifixion. And it seemed that I would suffer a little together with him. And then he told me, "My daughter, everything is yours. My sufferings and all of my self, I give you everything as a gift."
Then he added, "My daughter, how many things creatures do against me! What a thirst for sins they have! What a thirst for blood! I would want to do nothing but pour the bowels of the earth inside out and burn them all up."
"And I, Lord, what are you saying? You told me that you were all mine, and one who gives himself to someone else is no longer the master of himself. I do not want you to do this, and you must not do it. If you want satisfaction from me, make me suffer whatever you want, for I am ready for everything."
So I felt him within me as if I were keeping him bound, and oftentimes he would repeat, "Let me do, for I can take no more. Let me do, for I can take no more." And I would repeat, "I do not want it, Lord, I do not want it." But as I was saying this, I felt my heart split with tenderness and admiring his goodness so condescending to a sinful soul such as I, I could comprehend many things about the divine goodness, but I cannot say them well.
April 25th, 1918
Volume 12
Jesus Plays With Louisa
I was saying to my sweet Jesus, "My life, how could Eva! I am 'cattiva' (Italian means bad, wicked), but even though I am 'cattiva', I know that you love me." And my beloved Jesus told me, "My little cat Eva, you surely are 'cattivo'. You captivated my will. If you had captivated my love, my power, my wisdom, and so forth, you would have captivated a part of me. But by captivating my will, you have captivated all of the substance of my being, which crowns all of my qualities, and so you took me all together. This is why I often speak to you not only about my will but of the living in my will. Since you have captivated it, I want you to know its qualities and how to live in my volition so that you may live a communal and inseparable life together with me, and I may reveal to you the secrets of my will."
"Could you have been more 'cattiva'?"
"And I, my Jesus, you make fun of me. I want to tell you that I am really 'cattiva' and to help me to become good."
"Pen Jesus, yes, yes," and he disappeared.
April 25th, 1922
Volume 14
Thousands of Angels Are the Guardians and Custodians of the Acts Done in the Divine Will
Continuing in my usual state, I felt all immersed in the divine volition, and my sweet Jesus told me, "My daughter, just as the Sun does not leave the plant but caresses it with its light, fecundates it with its heat until it produces fruits and flowers, and then, jealous, it makes them mature, it keeps them with its light, and only then does it leave the fruit when my farmer picks it to make of it as food. The same for the acts done in my will. My love, my jealousy toward them as such that grace caresses them, my love conceives them, fecundates them, and matures them. I place thousands of angels as custodians of one single act done in my will. In fact, since these acts done in my will are seeds so that my will may be done on earth as it is in heaven, everyone is jealous of these acts. Their due is my breath; their shadow is my light. The angels remain enraptured by them and reverent; they adore them because in these acts they see the eternal volition which deserves all their adoration. Only then do they leave these acts when I find souls who, picking them as divine fruits, make of them food for their own souls. Both the fecundity and multiplicity of these acts, the creature herself who does them cannot count them."
Then I was thinking to myself, "How is it possible that these acts be so great, and why do even angels remain enraptured?"
Pen Jesus, squeezing me more tightly in his arms, added, "My daughter, these acts are so great that as souls keep doing them, there is nothing both in heaven and on earth in which she does not take part. She remains in communication with all created things. All the good, the effects, the value of the heavens, of the Sun, of the stars, of water, of fire, and so forth, are not only in continuous relations with her, but they are her own things. She harmonizes with the whole creation, and the whole of creation harmonizes within her. Why then? Because those who live in my will are the tories, the preservers, the supporters, the defenders of my will. They foresee what I want, and without me commanding, they execute what I want. And comprehending the greatness, the sanctity of my will, they keep it and defend it jealously. How could everyone not remain enraptured and seeing these souls who form the support of their God by virtue of the prodigy of my will? Who can ever defend my rights if not one who lives in my will? Who can ever really love me with love of disinterest similar to my love if not one who lives in my will? I feel stronger in these souls, but strong of my own strength. I am like a king surrounded by faithful ministers who feel stronger, more glorious, more sustained in the midst of his faithful ones, and by himself alone if he remains alone, he regrets not having his ministers because he has no one with whom to pour himself out and to whom to entrust the lot of his kingdom. So I am. And who could ever be more faithful to me than one who lives in my will? I feel my will being duplicated, and therefore I feel more glorious. I pour myself out with them and I trust them."
April 25th, 1923
Volume 15
The Will of God is the Royal Way Which Leads to the Sanctity of the Likeness of the Creator
As Louisa continues on from where Adam left, God constitutes her the head of all and the bearer of the happiness and the goods which had been assigned to all. I was praying, and my sweet Jesus came, placing himself near me in order to pray together with me. Even more, his intelligence was reflected in mine, and I prayed with his; his voice echoed in mine, and I prayed with his word. But who can say the boundless effects of this prayer?
And then afterwards, my beloved Jesus told me, "My daughter, I wanted to pray together with you in order to strengthen you in my will and to give you the grace of letting you be present before the supreme majesty in the act of the creation of man, as we endowed him with all goods and his will was ours and ours was his. Everything was harmony between him and us. Whatever he wanted, he would take from us: sanctity, wisdom, power, happiness, and so forth. He was our prototype or portrait, our happy son. So at the beginning of his existence, Adam had a period in which he perfectly fulfilled the purpose for which he was created. He experienced what it means to live of the will of his Creator, and we also were happy and seeing our acts being reproduced in our image. Then, as he broke his will from ours, he remained separated from us. But the first acts of man are still in our will, and I want nothing else from you but to come into our will to continue on from where Adam left, so that you may bind within yourself all the harmonies that he broke. And just as this first creature, because he was created by us as the head of the whole human family, by withdrawing from our will brought unhappiness to all, in the same way, as you come to continue on from where he left, we constitute you the head of all and therefore the bearer of that happiness and goods which had been assigned to all had they lived in our will."
"And I, my Jesus, how can this be possible? It's not even when you yourself came upon earth to redeem us and to suffer so many pains was the happiness acquired which the first man lost for himself and for all. How can it be now that by binding myself with your eternal volition, I may give back this lost happiness?"
"And Jesus, my daughter, all times are in my hands. I give to whomever I want and I use whomever I want. I could very well bring the happiness that my will contains upon earth, but I found no human will that wanted to live perennial life in mine so as to retie the bonds of creation, give me back all the acts of the first man as if he had done them all with the seal of my supreme will and therefore placed the lost happiness in the field. It is true that I had my dear Mama, but she had to cooperate with me for redemption. Besides, man was a slave, imprisoned by his very sins, infirm, covered with wounds, the most repugnant ones, and I came as a loving father to shed my blood in order to rescue him, as a doctor to heal him, as a teacher to teach him the way, the escape so as not to fall into hell. Poor ill one, how could he have extended himself in the eternal flights of my volition if he was unable to walk? Had I wanted to give the happiness which my will contains, it would have been as though giving it to the dead and letting it be trampled upon. He was not disposed to receive such a great good, and this is why I wanted to teach the prayer to dispose him, and I contented myself with waiting for different eras, letting centuries upon centuries go by to make known the living in my will, to give the start to this happiness. And I, my love, is with your redemption, not all are saved. How can it be that we'll we'll give this happiness to all?"
"And Jesus, man will always be free. I will never take away from him the rights which I gave him in creating him. Only in Redemption I came to open many ways, small paths and shortcuts to facilitate salvation. The sanctity of man, while with my will I come to open the Royal and straight way which leads to the sanctity of the likeness of their Creator, and which contains true happiness. But in spite of this, they will always be free to remain some on the Royal way, some on the small paths, and some completely outside. However, in the world there will be what now is not: the happiness of the Fiat voluntas tua on earth as it is in heaven. Man did his first acts in my will, and then he withdrew; therefore, he was ruined, and since he was the head of all, all members were ruined together. My humanity formed the plane of all human acts in the Divine Will. My Mama followed me faithfully, so everything is prepared. Nothing else is now needed but another creature who, wanting to live perennially in this will, may come to take possession of the plane formed by me and may open the Royal way to all which leads to terrestrial and celestial happiness."
April 25th, 1926
Volume 19
Currents and Waves of Love Among God, the Creation, and the Soul Who Lives in Divine Will
How that Fiat is Triumphant in Heaven and Conquering on Earth
I am going through most bitter days because of the privations of my sweet Jesus. I feel I am breathing a poison air which is enough to give me not one death, but a thousand deaths. But as I am about to succumb under the mortal blow, I feel the vital and balsamic air of the supreme volition which serves me as counter-poison so as not to let me die, but it keeps me alive that I may suffer continuous deaths under the incalculable weight of the privation of my highest and only good. Oh, privation of my Jesus, how painful you are! You are the true martyrdom of my poor soul. Oh, supreme Will, how strong and powerful you are! By giving me life, you prevent my flight toward the celestial fatherland to find the one whom I so much longed for and desire. Oh, please have pity on my heart, exile, pity on me who live without the one who alone can give me life.
But while I was feeling crushed under the weight of his privation, my lovable Jesus moved in my interior and fixed his gaze on me. Had his compassionate gaze, I felt restored from death to life. And since I was doing my usual acts in his supreme volition, he said to me, "My daughter, while you were impressing your 'I love you' in my will upon all created things, all creation felt the love of its Creator being doubled. And since created things do not have reason, that love flowed with impetus toward the one who had created them. And the celestial Father, in seeing the love that he issued in creation being doubled by the little newborn of his will, so as not to be surpassed in love, redoubles his love and makes it flow over all created things to follow the same course which his little daughter has followed. Then he centralizes all this love in the one sent him, his love doubled, and with paternal tenderness awaits the new surprise that his newborn would double his love again. Oh, if you knew the currents and the waves of love which come and go from Earth to heaven and from heaven to Earth, how all the things of creation, though in their mute language and without intellect, feel this doubled love of the one who created them. And if she for whom they were created, and they all assumed the attitude of smile, of feast, and of letting flow benevolent their effects toward creatures. The living in my will moves everything, invests everything, and fulfills the work of the Creator in the creation. The Fiat on earth as it is in heaven has a prodigy, a note more harmonious, a characteristic more beautiful which it does not enjoy and possess even in heaven. In fact, in heaven it possesses the prodigy of a Fiat of absolute triumph which no one can resist, and all the enjoyment in the celestial regions comes from the supreme Fiat. But here in exile, in the depth of the soul, it contains the prodigy of a conquering Fiat and of new conquests. Well, in heaven there aren't new conquests because everything belongs to it. In the pilgrim soul, my Fiat is not absolute but wants the soul with it in its own work, and so it delights in manifesting itself in commanding and even in praying her to operate with it. And when the soul surrenders and lets herself be invested by the supreme Fiat, such harmonious notes are formed, produced on both sides. But the Creator himself feels cheered by his own divine notes coming from the creature. Notes do not exist in heaven because heaven is not a dwelling of works but of enjoyments. Therefore, my Fiat on earth has the beautiful characteristic of impressing its own divine operating within the soul and of making her the repeater of its works. So in heaven my Fiat is triumphant, and no one in the celestial regions can say, 'Here I have done a work to prove my love, my sacrifice to the supreme Fiat.' Here on earth it is conquering, and if one likes the throne, much more does one like new conquests. Indeed, what would my Fiat not do in order to conquer one soul, to make her operate in its volition? How much has it not done then? Does it not do for you then?"
Afterwards, my sweet Jesus made himself seen crucified, and he was suffering very much. I did not know what to do to relieve him. I felt annihilated by the privation suffered. And Jesus, un-nailing himself from the cross, threw himself into my arms, telling me, "Help me to placate divine justice, for it wants to strike the creatures." A strong earthquake could be felt, such as to cause the destruction of towns. I was left frightened. Jesus disappeared, and I found myself inside myself.
April 25th, 1937
Volume 34
Prodigy of the Operating Act of the Divine Will in the Creature
How One Who Lets It Operate in Her Is the Longed-For, the Welcome One, the Beloved of the Whole Celestial Court
Everything that she does in it acquires the virtue of producing divine life. I was thinking about the divine volition operating in the creature. "My God, how many surprises, how many moving scenes, how many marvels and prodigies that only a God can do, and the human littleness remains amazed, enchanted in seeing the immensity of the divine Fiat that, while it remains immense, it encloses itself in her little act and with the creative power it forms its operating act there with a chain of unheard-of divine prodigies. But such and so many that the heavens are amazed and the earth trembles before the operating act of the Divine volition and the creature."
But while my mind was lost in these surprises, my highest good Jesus, repeating his brief little visit, all goodness, told me, "My little daughter of the supreme Fiat, our love is so much that as soon as the creature calls our volition into her act, it runs and descends into her act. Indeed, calling it is nothing other than preparing the little place for where it must operate. Calling it means loving it, and that she feels the need of the operating act of my will so that hers does not operate alone but remains as footstool and admirer of a volition so holy. So descending, it brings with itself its creative virtue, its joys and celestial Beatitudes. The Sacrosanct Trinity itself has Spectator and Actor of its operation, and while it pronounces its Fiat in the little place of the creature, it forms such prodigies and marvels that the sky, the Sun remain behind, and it surpasses all the beauty of creation. It creates there its divine music, the most resilient Suns, it creates its operating life, its new joys. Such and so much is this act that the angels, the Saints would want to empty the celestial regions in order to enjoy the operating act of their Creator's Fiat. And such and so much is the beauty, the sumptuousness, the vivifying virtue of this divine act that my divine volition brings it into heaven as conquest and triumph of the soul in which it has operated, in order to gladden the whole celestial court with new joys and Beatitudes. Such is the joy, the glory that they receive that they do nothing other than thank my divine volition that with so much love has operated in the creature, because there is neither glory nor greater joy than its operating and conquering act in her."
And I, in hearing this, surprised, said, "My love, if this act is brought into heaven, the poor creature remains without and is deprived of this act."
And Jesus added, "No, no, my daughter, the act is always hers. No one can take it away. And while it gladdens the celestial fatherland, it remains as base foundation and property in the depth of the soul. The conquest is hers. And while it gladdens the celestial court, she loses nothing. Rather, she feels in herself the creative and continuous virtue of my Fiat in the act of always making new conquests. And while it remains in the soul, at the same time it is brought into heaven as a new glory and joy for the Saints and as beneficial rain for all the wayfarers. More so, because the human family is bound with heaven and heaven with the earth. There is a bond between them such that everyone has the right to participate in the good that they do. They are members united among themselves, and as natural goods run in order to give itself to every. And then, as my will operates in the soul, heaven places itself in expectation, because swimming in the Fiat, they feel that it is about to operate, and therefore they place themselves at attention. They demand, they yearn to receive the new conquests and joys of the life of the Divine Will that they possess. It is primary life of the Saints in heaven. Therefore, in the acts that it does, it lets everyone concur. So with right they want to receive the new joys and the beautiful conquest that my will knows how to do. So one who lets it operate in her acts is the new joy of heaven, the beloved, the welcome one, the longed-for of the whole celestial court. More so, because there are no choice of conquest up there, and therefore they await them from the earth. Oh, if all would know all these secrets of my divine Fiat, they would give their lives in order to live of it and let it reign in the entire world."
After this, I continued to think about the Divine Will, nor could I do less. I feel it within me that it gives me a life. I feel it outside of me that is the most tender of mothers. It carries me in its arms, it nourishes me, it raises me, and it defends me from everything and everyone. And my sweet Jesus added, "My daughter, how beautiful my will is! No one can boast of loving the creature as it loves her. So much is its love that it wants to do everything for her. It does not want to entrust her to anyone. With its Fiat it creates her, it raises her, it nourishes her, it carries her always in its arms of light. It acts as teacher for her, teaching her the most sacred sciences. You reveal to her the most mysterious and hidden secrets of our Supreme Being. It makes her aware of our love, of the flames that burn us in order to let her burn together with us in every act that she does. It never leaves her alone. It runs in order to place its life there. In fact, every act is animated by its divine life, and they possess the virtue of being able to produce divine life. And my will takes these lives from within the act of the creature in order to give divine life, life of grace, life of light, life of sanctity to other creatures, and life of glory to the whole celestial court. My will is the true all-doer. It wants to give itself to everyone by means of the one who lives in its volition. And when it has formed the fullness of its masterpiece, it carries her to heaven as triumph and victory of its power and divine art that it knows how to and can do in the creature, provided she lends herself to living with it and lets it carry her in its arms. Therefore, be attentive and let a volition so holy that loves you so much and wants to be loved in return work."
April 25th, 1938
Vol 36
The Sign That the Divine Will Reigns in the Soul Was the Need to Love It Incessantly
The Great Evil of Not Doing Good in the Divine Will
The Little Flame Fed by the Great Light of Good
My poor mind runs, flies in the divine Fiat, and if I don't do this, I feel restless, with no strength, no food, no air to breathe. I feel as if I had no feet to walk, no hands to work, no heart to love. So I need to run in the will of the divine Fiat to find its act, shaping with these acts feet that run, hands that operate, and then close everything, a love with no heart that takes the love of the eternal in order to never cease loving, fed by eternal love to love unceasingly.
But while I was thinking all this nonsense, my always adorable Jesus, coming for his short little visit, pleased by my nonsense, how love, said, "My blessed daughter, do not be surprised by your nonsense. This is what happens: one who lives in my will leaves her own being and will by entering mine. She uses our works to form the new members needed to live within it. Therefore, she acquires new steps, motion, and love to be able to identify herself with our works and to let my will reign and dominate in her soul. This is the continuous motion of love. And since she knows that this love and these works are unceasing, she multiplies them, giving them to me to love me. What does she do then? She enters the endless fields of my will, sees the great theater of creation, the splendor and magnificence of the love that invades all creatures. She runs from work to work, picking up all the love that we spread through our creation, gathers it on her lap, and comes before our majesty to give us the many different varieties of love that we placed there. Then she plays her love song with the various notes of our creative love. Oh, what a joy we received from the feast starting between heaven and earth, and the oceans of love with which she surrounds our throne. Then, after celebrating the feast of all creation, to love us more and with double love, she goes from our throne to all created things, spreading our doubled love on them. And by the power of our will which she possesses, she makes everybody say, 'Love, love to our Creator.' The soul who lives in our will is really like a continuous feast for us, the pouring out of our love."
Then he added with a note of sadness, "My daughter, how the creature sinks to the bottom when she does not live in our will. Even if she does good, lacking the light of our will, the strength of our sanctity and its effects, this good remains covered by smoke, blinding and producing self-esteem, pride, and love of self. It remains poisoned, unable to produce any real benefit for anybody. Poor good works without my will, they are like bells with no sound, coins without the image of the king that have no value as money. At the most, they turn into self-satisfaction. Many times I'm forced, for the love of the creatures, to embitter a good they do so that they enter themselves and try to operate truly and generously. On the other hand, for the one who lives in our will, there is no danger that the smoke of self-esteem may enter, even the greatest works she may do. She is the little flame fed by the great light that is God, and the light knows how to get rid of the darkness of passion, the smoke of self-esteem. Being light, she really knows that all the good she does is done by God himself operating within her nothingness. And if this nothingness has not been completely emptied of all that does not belong to God, God will not descend into it to make great works worthy of them. Therefore, not even humility can enter our will, only nothingness knowing to be nothing. Oh, the good that enters it is only divine work, God who brings God. In my will, everything changes for the creature. She is nothing other than the little light that has to absorb as much as she can the great light of my Fiat so that she may be fed only by light, love, goodness, and divine sanctity. What an honor to be fed by God! So it is no wonder that, being the creature the little flame of God, he also feeds himself with it."
Then he added, "On top of the unceasing love, there is another sign that the soul lives in my will. This sign reigns inside the soul: the immutability, never moving from good to evil. This can only be of God, a firm, constant character, hard to change in its action. The constancy that only a divine patience can have, always to repeat an act without ever getting tired, never being bothered, never regretting it, is only of God. Now, one who lives in our Fiat feels her immutability and is invested by such firmness that she would never change her action, not for heaven and earth. She would rather die than stop doing and redoing what she does. Furthermore, everything she does with a firm heart, without ever changing, had its origin in God, so she feels God in her act. And in repeating it, she feels that act flowing and her action animated by God himself. How can she have her stopped doing what she started together with our Supreme Being? She would have to get out of our will to change action. Our will is unchanging in its works, and it renders so whoever lives in it. Oh, and one does not live in it, how clearly it shows: today she wants to do something, tomorrow something else. One time she likes to make a sacrifice, another time she runs away from it. One cannot trust her. She is like a stem that bends following the wind of her passions. The mutability of human will is such that it reaches the point of making the creature its own toy, and perhaps even a toy for the demons themselves. This is why I call the creature to live in our will, to be sustained and strengthened, so that she can give honor to our creative work, since only man is voluble, while all our other works never change. Heaven's place is always fixed, never tiring of its extension. The Sun always runs its course and never changes action, and giving light to the earth. The air is always ready to be breathed, and things stay the same and keep doing the same action the way we created them. Holy man, by not wanting to live in our divine will, clashes with the modes of his Creator. He cannot finish his works, so he cannot love or appreciate them, neither can he receive credit for them."
End of April 25th. Fiat.