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April 10th, 1903. The desire to see Jesus draws them to the soul. Blessed Jesus continues not to come. Oh God, what an unspeakable pain his probation is! I tried as much as I could to remain at peace and all abandoned in Him, but no, my poor heart could take no more. I did as much as I could to call Him, that saying, "My heart, let us wait a little longer. Who knows, He might come. Let us use some stratagems to draw Him to come." So turning to Him, I said, "Lord, come. It is getting late and You have not come yet this morning. I am trying to remain calm as much as I can, yet You do not let Yourself be found. Lord, I offer You the martyrdom of Your probation as a proof of love and as a gift to induce You to come. It is true that I am not worthy, but it is not because I am worthy that I look for You. Rather, I do it out of love and because without You I feel life missing in me." And since He was not coming, I said to Him, "Lord, either You come or I will tire You with my speaking, and when You are tired, even then You are not going to come." But who can say all my nonsense? I told Him so many things that I would be too long if I wanted to say everything.
After this, I just barely saw my sweet Jesus moving in my interior, as if He were waking up from a sleep. Then He showed Himself more clearly and transporting me outside of myself, He told me, "Just as the bird flaps its wings when it must fly, so does the soul flap the wings of humility at the flights of her desires, and in that flapping, she sends a magnet that attracts Me in such a way that while she takes wing to come to Me, I take wing to go to her." "Ha, Lord," it shows that I lack the magnet of humility. If I could spread the magnet of humility everywhere on my path, I would not have to struggle so much in waiting and waiting for Your coming.
April 10th, 1903. Volume 5. Since men do not surrender, Jesus will play the trumpet of new and graves. Gorgeous as I was in my usual state, I saw an Lord with a rod in His hand, with which He touched the people. As they were touched, they scattered and rebelled, and the Lord said to them, "I have touched you to reunite you around Me, but instead of reuniting, you rebel and scatter away from Me. Therefore, it is necessary that I blow the trumpet." And while saying this, He began to blow the trumpet. I understood that the Lord will send some chastisement, and men, instead of humbling themselves, will take the occasion to offend Him and to move away from Him. And I'm seeing this, the Lord will make the trumpet of more grave scourges resound.
April 10th, 1904. Vol 6. The three little ropes that bind Jesus all over and clasp Him more intimately to the soul: assiduous sufferings, perpetual reparation, persevering love. This morning, finding myself with the fear that blessed Jesus, and seeing me still soak ateva, meaning bad, had left me, I felt Him come out from within my interior, and He told me, "My daughter, why do you occupy yourself with useless thoughts and with things which are not? Know that you have three titles before Me, which like three little ropes bind Me all over and clasp Me more intimately to you, in such a way that I can believe you. And these are: assiduous sufferings, perpetual reparation, persevering love. If you, as a creature, are constant in this with the Creator, perhaps be inferior to the creature, or would He let Himself be surpassed by her? This is impossible."
April 10th, 1910. Volume 9. Preparation and Thanksgiving at Communion. I write to obey, but I feel my heart crack from the effort I am making. But Viva obedience! Viva the will of God! I write, but I tremble, and I myself do not know what I am saying. Obedience wants me to write something about how I prepare myself and thank blessed Jesus at communion. I don't know how to say anything about it, because my sweet Jesus, in seeing my incapacity and that I am good at nothing, does everything Himself. He prepares my soul and He Himself administers the Thanksgiving to me, and I follow Him. Now, the way of Jesus is always immense, and together with Jesus, I too feel immense and as if I were able to do something. Then Jesus withdraws, and I remain always the stupid one that I am, the little ignorant one, the little bad one. And it is exactly because of this that Jesus loves me, because I am ignorant and I am no one and I can do nothing. Knowing that I want to receive Him at any cost so as not to receive dishonor and coming in to me, but rather highest honor, He Himself prepares my poor soul. He gives His own things, His merits, His clothing, His works, His desires, in sum, all of Himself. If necessary, also that which the Saints did, because everything is His own. If necessary, also that which the most holy Mama did. And I, to say to all: "Jesus, give honor to Yourself." And coming in to me, my Queen Mama, Saints, all angels, I'm so very poor. Everything that is Yours, put it in my heart, not for me, but for the honor of Jesus. And I feel that all of Heaven contributes to preparing me. And after Jesus has descended within me, I seem to see Him all pleased, seeing Himself honored by His own things. And sometimes He tells me, "Brava, brava, my daughter! How happy I am! How pleased I am! Everywhere I look within you, I find things worthy of Me. Everything that is Mine is Yours. How many beautiful things you made Me find!" Knowing that I am so very poor, that I have done nothing, and that nothing is mine, I laugh at the contentment of Jesus and I say, "Thank goodness Jesus thinks like this. It is enough that He came. This is enough for me. It doesn't matter that I have used His own things. The poor must receive from the rich." Now, it is true that a few glimmers here and there remain in me about the way Jesus has at communion, but I am unable to reunite these glimmers together and form a preparation and the Thanksgiving. I lack the capacity. It seems to me that I prepare myself in Jesus Himself, and that I thank Him with Jesus Himself.
April 10th, 1912. Vol 11. The souls who have more trust will shine more in the crown of the divine mercy. Continuing in my usual state, as soon as blessed Jesus came, He told me, "My daughter, the souls who will shine the most like bright gems in the crown of My divine mercy are the souls who have more trust. Because the more trusting they are, the more they give space, or the attribute of My mercy, to pour into them all of the graces that they want. On the other hand, the soul who does not have real trust closes the graces within Me, remaining poor and unequipped, while My love remains contained within Me and suffers greatly. In order not to suffer so much and to be able to freely pour out My love, I deal more with souls who trust than with the others. With these souls, I can pour out My love, I can play, I can cause loving contrasts, since there is no worry that they may feel ashamed or afraid. Rather, they become more brave and take everything in order to love Me more. Therefore, trusting souls are the outpouring and the amusement of My love, the most graceful and the richest ones."
April 10th, 1913. Volume 11. Value in effects of the Hours of the Passion. How Jesus wants them to be done. The love of Jesus is fire which destroys evil and gives life to good. This morning, my hallways adorable Jesus came and hugging me close to His heart, told me, "My the soul who always thinks about My passion forms a spring within her heart, and the more she thinks, the larger the spring becomes. Since the waters which spring are waters common to everyone, this spring of My passion which is formed in her heart serves to the benefit of the soul, to My glory, and to the benefit of all creatures." And I tell me, "My good, what will You give as a reward to those who will do the Hours of the Passion the way You taught them to me?" And He, "My daughter, I will not look at these hours as your things, but as things done by Me. I will give you the same merits as if I were in the act of suffering My passion. In this way, I will let you obtain the same effects according to the dispositions of the souls. This while on earth, and I could not give you a greater thing from My own. Then in Heaven, I will place these souls in front of Me, flashing them with lightnings of love and contentment for as many times as they did the Hours of My passion, while they will flash to Me. What a sweet and chant meant this will be for all the Blessed." Then He added, "My love is fire, but not like material fire which destroys things and reduces them to ash. My fire vivifies and perfects while it burns and consumes all that is not holy desires, affections, thoughts which are not good. This is the virtue of My fire: to burn evil and to give life to good. And therefore, if the soul does not feel any tendency to evil within herself, she can be certain that My fire is in her. But if she feels fire mixed with evil within herself, it is very doubt about whether that be My real fire."
April 10th, 1914. Vol 11. Jesus crowned with thorns. Jesus has His center and His throne on earth in the soul who does His divine will. How love operates and how the Divine Will operates. This morning, my always adorable Jesus came as crucified and shared with me His pains. He pulled me toward Himself so much into the sea of His passion that I could almost follow Him step by step. Who can say all that I could understand? There are so many things that I don't know where to start. I'm just going to say that in seeing the crown of thorns being torn off, the thorns prevented the blood from gushing out. As they tore the crown off, the blood that gushed forth from those little holes flowing on His face and heart, rivulets on His hair, and then flowing down on all the person of Jesus. And Jesus, "Daughter, these thorns which prick My head will prick the pride, the haughtiness, and the most hidden wounds of man to let the pus which they contained come out. The thorn soaked in My blood will heal him, returning to him the crown which sin had removed." Then Jesus made me go to other steps of the passion, and they felt my heart being transfixed in seeing Him suffering so much, and He almost asked to relieve me. Continued to speak about His holy volition. "My daughter, My center on earth is the soul who does My will. See, the Sun spreads its light everywhere on earth, though maintaining its own center in Heaven. I am the life of each blessed, but I still keep My Center and My throne. In the same way, I am everywhere on earth, but My Center, the place in which I raise My throne in order to reign, My charisms, My satisfactions, My triumph, My own palpitating heart, in which I find the whole of Myself as if in My own Center, is in the soul who does My most holy will. This soul is so much identified with Me that she becomes inseparable from Me, and all My wisdom and power cannot find the means to detach Me from her in the slightest." Then He added, "Love has its anxieties, desires, orders, and restlessness. My will is instead perpetual rest. Do you know why? Because love contains the beginning, the means, and the end of any work. Anxiety and restlessness arise in order to accomplish it, and much of love and imperfection mixes with them. But if My will and love are not united together at every step, poor love, how dishonored it remains, even in the greatest and holiest works. On the other hand, My will operates in a simple act, giving to the soul the full attitude in order to accomplish the work in the manner of My will. And while My will operates, the soul rests. Therefore, since it is not the soul that operates, but My will within her, there is no anxiety or restlessness, and she remains free from any imperfection."
April 10th, 1938. Volume 35. How Jesus wants to find everything in the creature who lives in the Divine Will and wants to find her and everyone. How God wants to find in our love the support for His works and the hiding place of His life. My poor mind is always returning to the Divine volition. Having had communion, I was saying to my adorable Jesus, "In Your will, all is mine, so I love You with the law, with my mother and queen, and Yours. I kiss You with her lips, I hug You very tight with her arms, and carrying You with me, I take refuge inside her heart to give You her joys, heard the lights, her maternity, so that You may find the sweetness and protection that only Your Mama can give You." But while I was enclosing myself together with Jesus inside my Momma, all tenderness, sweet Jesus told me, "My daughter, and daughter of My Mother, how happy I am to find the daughter with My Mother and My Mama with her daughter. She wants the creatures to love Me with her own love and to use her lips to kiss Me and her arms to hug Me. She wants to give them her maternity to keep Me safe, so that I may have all of them as My Mama. To find the daughter and the Mother loving Me with one single love is the greatest joy for Me. I feel that both of them give Me a new paradise on earth. But this is not enough. I want to find everything in one who lives in My will. If something is missing, I cannot say that My will is complete within the creature. Not only do I want to find My Mama within the creature, in her place of honor as queen and mother, but also My celestial Father and the Holy Spirit. Also, I want her to make their love her own and to love Me with the immensity and the infinity of their love. So, my daughter, delight Me by telling Me that you love Me as the Father and the Holy Spirit loved Me." Jesus remained silent, waiting for me to tell Him what He wanted. Hallo, unworthy to content Him! I said, "I love You with the immense power and love of the Father and with the endless love of the Holy Spirit. I love You with the love with which all the angels and saints love You. I love You with that love with which all the creatures past, present, and future love You or should love You. I love You for all created things, and with the same love with which You created them." My dear Jesus heaved a long sigh, and then He added, "Finally, I feel satisfied in My yearning to find everything in the creature. I find our endless seas of love. I find the delights of My loving Mama. I find everything and everyone. Therefore, I must find everything and everyone in the creature who lives in My will, and I must find her in every one. After all, My celestial Father generated Me through love, so I feel together with Me in the act of giving and receiving continuous love those who loved Me and led nothing of our love escape them." Then He added, "My daughter, this is why in our love we feel an intense need that the creatures know Us and Our works. If they do not know Us, we remain as if set aside from them, even though we live inside and outside them. And while we are aware of anything they do and think, loving them in each one of their acts, not only do they not love Us, but they do not even recognize Us. What pain! If they do not recognize Us, love cannot arise, and if love is missing, we do not have a place for Our works, nor can Our love find a refuge in which to pour itself out and take shelter. Everything remains suspended. Therefore, we want to find the 'I love You' of the creature in Our works, so that arming it with Our power, we can lean Our greatest works on it. Oh, how happy we are in finding her little 'I love You' as the shelf for Our works! It is a sorrow for Us to operate without finding a place for Our works. It seems as though the life of Our works were missing. Our operating love remains repressed, suffocated. We are able to do and cannot do, and only because the creature, ungrateful, does not recognize Us nor does she love Us. Creatures tie Our hands and confine Us to uselessness, since all Our works are directed to their benefit. We cannot give because knowledge and love are missing, and with them the space in which to place Our works. In the end, why should we operate if we cannot find anybody willing to receive Our works? Further, you must know that before doing any work, we first look for someone to know that work, receive it, and love it, and then we do it. My very humanity did no act before finding one to love and to receive that act, and even then, if I didn't find anyone who would receive it, I could see across the centuries and I directed my act to the one who would love it, know it, and receive it. Even when I cried as little newborn baby, I directed those tears of mine to those who were going to repent, be sorry for their sins, and be washed in order to reacquire the life of grace. As I walked, my steps were directed to those who had to walk along the way of good, to be their strength and guide in their path. There was not a work that I did, a word that I said, or a pain that I suffered in which I did not look for the works of the creatures as the shop for my works, or for their words in which to place my word, my pains searched for a shelf in their pains in order to give the good contained. And all that I did, it was my passion of love that made me do nothing other than what could be useful for my children. And this is one of the most powerful reasons for which I want the creature to live in my will. Only then would all my works, the creation, the redemption, and even once fie of mine, find a place on which to lean to become more cover work of the creatures, pains of their pains, life of their life. Then all that I did and suffered will turn into glory and victory, so as to cast away all enemies and recall order, harmony, peace, and the celestial smile of the Heavenly Father land in the midst of the creatures." In hearing this, I remained surprised, and my beloved Jesus added, "My blessed daughter, life and My will will contain such surprises and so many divine novelties as to astonish even the angels and the Saints. More so, since in My will there are no words but facts. My will converts words, desires, and intentions into facts and accomplished works, while all that the creature wants outside of My will is reduced to words, desires, and intentions. In My will, which possesses the creative virtue, all that the creature wants becomes accomplished fact and works full of life. More so, since living in Our will, she is already aware of what We do and feels what We want, so she follows Us in the works, wanting whatever We want. She just cannot do without it, nor could she put herself aside. Our Fiat becomes her greatest necessity, and she cannot do without it. It is more than breath for her, which has to give and to receive, more than motion, which feels the extreme need to move. In some, My will is everything for her. It is impossible for her to live without it. Therefore, be attentive, and may your flight be always in Our Fiat."
End of April 10th. Fiat.