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June 23rd, 1899. Volume 2.
Louis sissies the Confessor, together with Jesus, and praise for him. After I listened to Holy Mass and received communion, my loving Jesus made himself seen within my heart. Then I felt I was going outside of myself, but without Jesus. I saw my confessor, and since he had told me, "Our Lord will come after communion, and you will pray to him for me," as I saw my confessor, I said to him, "Father, you told me that Jesus was going to come, but he has not come." He said to me, "It is because you do not know how to look for him. This is why you say that he has not come. Look well, for he is in your interior."
I went about looking within me, and I saw the feet of Jesus, which had come out from within my interior. Immediately I grabbed them with my hand, and I pulled Jesus out. I hugged all of him, and in seeing him with the crown of thorns on his head, I removed it from him and I placed it in the hand of the Confessor, telling him to drive it onto my head. And so he did, but no, as hard as he tried, he could not manage to make even one thorn penetrate. It said to him, "To it harder, to not be afraid that I might suffer very much, because as you see, there is Jesus here that gives me strength." But as much as he tried, it all turned out impossible. And therefore he said to me, "I am not strong enough for this. It isn't a bond that these swords must penetrate, and I don't have the strength to do it."
So I turned to my sweet Jesus, saying, "You see how father does not know how to put it on. Do it yourself a little bit." And so Jesus stretched out his hands, and in one instant he made all those thorns penetrate into my head, too unspeakable pain and contentment. After this, the Confessor and I together prayed to Jesus that he would pour his bitterness --iz and to me, so as to spare the people the so many scourge is which he is pouring over them. As he seemed to do today, since Hale was ready to come down not too far from us, and the Lord, to condescend to our prayers, did pour a little bit more over.
Since I continued to see the Confessor, I began to pray to Jesus for him, saying to him, "My good and dear Jesus, I pray you to give grace to my confessor to make him all yours according to your heart, and to give him corporal health also. You have seen how he cooperated both in relieving your head from the thorns and in having you pour. If he could not manage to drive the thorns into my head, it wasn't for the purpose of not relieving you, nor was it his will, but because he did not have enough strength to do it. Therefore, because of this also, you must answer him. So tell me, o my soul and only good, will you make him be well both in soul and in the body?" Jesus would hear me, but would not answer me. I would pray him with greater solicitude, saying, "This morning I will not leave you, nor will I stop praying if you do not give me your word that you will grant what I ask for him." But Jesus would not say a word.
Then, all of a sudden, we found ourselves surrounded by people. They seemed to be sitting around a table eating, and there was also my portion. Jesus told me, "My daughter, I am hungry, and I I give you my portion. Aren't you happy?" And Jesus, "Yes, but I do not want to be seen." And I, "Well, then I will pretend that I take it for myself, and without letting others notice, I will give it to you." And so we did.
After a little while, standing up and drawing his lips new to my face, Jesus began to play something like the sound of a trumpet from his mouth. All of those people turned pale and trembled, saying among themselves, "What is this? What is this? Now we die." I said to him, "Lord, my Jesus, what are you doing? How is this? Up until now you do not want to be seen, and now you start playing." "Be quiet, be quiet, do not make people scared. Don't you see how they are all frightened?" And Jesus, "And this is nothing yet. What will happen when all of a sudden I will play even louder? They will be caught by such fear that many, many will lose their lives." And I, "My adorable Jesus, what are you saying? You always go there that you want to do justice, but no mercy, mercy on your people, I pray."
So Jesus assumed his sweet and benign look, and I, continuing to see the Confessor, began to importune him again. And Jesus told me, "I will make your confessor like a grafted tree, in which the old tree can no longer be recognized either in the stole or in the body. And as a pledge of this, I have placed you in his hands as victim, so that he may take advantage of it."
June 23rd, 1905. Vol 6.
One who is United with the humanity of Jesus finds herself at the door of his divinity.
Continuing in my usual state, I was thinking of how Jesus Christ died, and that in no way could he fear death, because being so United with the divinity, or rather transmuted into it, he was already safe, like someone in his own palace. But for the soul, oh, how different it is. Well, I was thinking of this. Another nonsense, bless of Jesus came and told me, "My daughter, one who is united with my humanity already finds herself at the door of my divinity, because my humanity is mirrored for the soul, from which the divinity is reflected in her. If one is in the reflections of this mirror, it is natural that all of her being be transmuted into love, because my daughter, everything that comes out of the creature, even the movements of her eyes, of her lips, the moving of her thoughts, and all the rest, everything should be loved and done that of love. And since my being is all love, wherever I find love, I absorb everything within my staff, and the soul dwells safely in me, like someone in his own palace. So what fear can the soul have, and her dying of coming to me, if she is already in me?"
June 23rd, 1906. Volume 7.
Obedience makes her continue to live in the world as victim.
Continuing to feel ill, I told the Confessor what I have written above, keeping silent about a few things regarding the same topic, partly because of the extreme weakness I felt, because I had no strength to speak, and partly out of fear that obedience might set some trap for me. Oh, holy God, what fear! God alone knows how I live. I love dying continuously, and my only relief would be dying to find my life again in God. Yet obedience wants to act as a cruel executioner, keeping me dying continuously rather than forever in God. How obedience, how terrible and strong you are! So the Confessor told me that he would not permit it, and that I was to tell the Lord that obedience did not want it. What a most bitter pain!
So finding myself in my usual state, I saw our Lord and the Confessor, praying him not to let me die. Fearing that he might listen to him, I was crying, and the Lord told me, "Daughter, be quiet, do not afflict me with your crying. I have every reason to take you, because I want to scourge the world, and out of regard for you and your sufferings, I feel as though bound. But the Confessor is also right in wanting to keep you on earth, because poor world, poor urato, and the state in which it finds itself, what would happen to it if no one protects it? And also for himself, because since you are there, I make use of you sometimes directly saying something regarding him, and sometimes indirectly, not reprimanding him, now pushing him, now keeping him from doing something that may displease me. So if I call you to myself, I will make use of his sufferings. But courage, as things are now, I feel more disposed to make you content rather than the Confessor, and I myself will know how to change as well."
Then I found myself inside myself, without having told him that obedience did not want it. It did not seem necessary to me to say it, because since I had already seen the Confessor together with our Lord, it seemed to me that he would already know everything.
June 23rd, 1907. Volume 8.
The most beautiful act is the abandonment in the will of God.
As I was in my usual state, blessed Jesus wouldn't come, and I was thinking to myself about which would be the most beautiful act and most pleasing to our Lord, which might more easily induce him to come. Sorrow for one's own sins, or resignation? In the meantime, he came for just a little and told me, "Daughter, the most beautiful act and most pleasing to me is the abandonment in my will, but so great that the soul would remember no more that her being exists, rather everything for her is defined. Well, even the sorrow for one's own sins is good and praiseworthy, yet it does not destroy one's own being, while abandoning oneself completely in my will destroys one's own being and makes one reacquire the divine being. And therefore, by abandoning herself in my will, the soul gives me more honor, because she gives me everything I can demand of the creature, reacquiring in me that which had come out of me. And the soul comes to reacquire that which alone she should reacquire, that is, she react with all the kids that God possesses. However, as long as the soul remains completely in the will of God, she reacquires God. But as she goes out of my will, she requires her own being with all the evils of the corrupted nature."
June 23rd, 1911. Vol 10.
Love is not subject to death. There is no power or rights over love.
As I was in my usual state, blessed Jesus came for just a little and told me, "My daughter, love is not subject to death. There is no power, there are no rights over love. Love is eternal, and one who loves is eternal with me. Love fears nothing, doubts about nothing, and converts evils themselves into I myself am loved and I love so much one who loves me and everything and who does everything out of love, that woe to those who touch him! I will make them be burned by the fire of my terrible Justice."
June 23rd, 1922. Vol 14.
One who is not completely empty of his own will cannot have a sure knowledge of the will of God. The truths about the Divine Will are more than son.
I was thinking to myself, "Jesus says many things about his most holy well, but it seems that he is not understood, even by the confessors themselves. They seem doubtful, and in the face of a light so immense, they are neither illuminated nor drawn to love a will so lovable." Now, while I was thinking of this, my always lovable Jesus, throwing his arm around my neck, told me, "My daughter, did not be surprised at this. One who is not completely empty of his own will cannot have a sure knowledge of mine, because the human will forms the cloud between mine and his and hinders the knowledge of the value and the effects which mine contains. But in spite of this, they cannot say that it is not light. See also the things which can be seen down here are not understood by man. Who can ever tell how I created the Sun, or how much light and heat it contains? Yet they see it, they enjoy its effects, it is with them all day, and it's heat and light follow them everywhere. Yet with all this, they neither know nor can they tell its height or the light and heat it possesses. And if anyone wanted to rise in order to know it, the light would eclipse him, and the heat would burn him up. Therefore, man is forced to keep his eyes low and enjoy its light without being able to investigate it, contenting himself with saying that his son. So if this happens with the Sun, which can be seen, in which I created for the natural good of man, more so with the truths which contain oh how much more light and heat than the Sun itself, especially the truths that regard my will, which contain eternal effects, goods and value. Who can ever measure all that it contains? It would be as though wanting to be eclipsed. It would be better for them to lower their foreheads and enjoy the light which my truth brings, loving it and making that little light which the human intelligence comprehends their own, rather than putting it aside as something which does not belong to them, because they do not comprehend all the fullness of its light. So they enjoy the light of the Sun as much as they can, although they do not comprehend it. They make use of it in order to work, to walk, to look. Oh, how they long for the day so that its light may keep them company and live with them. But then my truths, which are more than light and make the Sun of the day rise in the human minds, are neither regarded nor loved nor longed for, and are considered as a trifle. What sorrow! However, when I see that they put my truths aside, I put them aside, and I allow my truths to follow their course with souls who longed for them and love them and use their light in order to model their lives and become one with them. Do you think that I have told you everything about the truths, the effects, and the value that my truth contains? Oh, how many more sons do I have to make rise, and do not be surprised if you do not understand everything. Be content with the living of its light. This is enough for me."
June 23rd, 1931. Vol 29.
How the creation manifests the divine paternity and how God feels himself father of those who recognize him in his works.
I was doing my round in the creation to follow the acts done in it by the Divine Will. It seemed to me that in each created thing the adorable Will was present as noble Queen, has center of life, to make in each thing its sweet encounter with the creatures. But only those who recognized it, and each created thing received this encounter, him, this happy encounter. The correspondence is open on both sides, they celebrate together, and the Divine Will gives and the creature receives. But while my mind wandered by going around in the created things, my highest good Jesus told me, "My daughter, all creation manifests the divine paternity, the power, the love, the harmony of he who created it. But do you know of whom do we feel ourselves father? Of one who remembers and recognizes all creation as property of her creator, who wanting to manifest his paternity toward the creatures created so many beautiful things for love of them. So one who recognizes them in order to requite him by loving him and thanking him, draws closer around her celestial father as a daughter who recognizes his Goods. And that if he created them, it means that he wants his daughter to possess his possessions within the possessions of her father. If you knew what our joy and happiness is, and feeling ourselves father and in seeing our children close around us by means of our created things. So the creature, by remembering and recognizing what God has done for her, loves us as her father, as we love her as our daughter. We feel that our paternity is not a sterile paternity, but the kund. In the same way, with one who remembers and recognizes what I did and suffered in my life and passion, I feel myself Redeemer and I give her to possess the goods of redemption. So my pains, my works, my steps line up around the happy creature in order to help her sanctify her and make her feel within herself the effects of all my life. And with one who recognizes what our love has done and can do in the order of grace, I feel myself passionate mother and I give her the possession of my love in such a way that she will feel such love for me as to be unable to live without loving me. And since true love is an always doing my will, I make of her a prodigy of my love and of my will. What sorrow would it not be for a father to have children and not to see them around himself so as to love one another and enjoy the fruit of his inmost being? And if these children did not possess the goods of their father, would it not be an even greater sorrow? Such is our divinity. We extended our paternity in an infinite way in all creation. As father, we are all eyes over our children, that they may lack nothing. Our arms feel the extreme need of love to clasp man to our bosom so as to give him love and receive love. And when we see the creature running to us, wanting our embraces, oh, how happy we feel that our paternity is recognized and can carry out the office of father for our children. Our generation is almost innumerable, yet a few children surround us, while others are far from us, far with the heart, with the will, far from our likeness. And then our sorrow, and seeing the few children around us, we say, "And the other children, where are they? How can they not feel the need to have a celestial father, to receive our paternal caresses, to possess our Goods?" And therefore, be attentive, recognize our goods or works, and you will feel our paternity in the heavens studded with stars that in their meek twinkling call you daughter and attest to you the love of your father. Our paternity extends in the Sun that with its vibrant light calls you daughter and says to you, "Recognize in my light the great gift of your father who loves you so much that he wants you to be the possessor of this light." Our paternity extends everywhere, in the water you drink, in the food you take, and the varieties of the beauties of all nature. They have a common voice, all calling you daughter of the great celestial father, and as a daughter of his, they want to be possessed by you. Now, what would be our contentment if in all things created by us, at our tender voice calling you daughter, we heard your voice calling us father and saying to us, "This is a gift of my father. Oh, how he loves me, and I want to love him very, very much."
End of June 23rd. Fiat.