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June 22nd, 1899. Volume 2.
Luisa does not let Jesus leap this morning. My sweet Jesus wanted to continue to play his little games with me. Him to joke, he would come, he would place his hands on my face and the act of wanting to caress me, but as he was about to do it, he would disappear. And then he would come again. He would stretch out his arms around my neck in the act of wanting to hug me, but as I stretched out my arms to hug him, he would escape me like a flash, and I could not find him.
Who can say the pains of my heart, while my heart was swimming in the sea of immense grief, to the point of feeling life abandoning me? Queen, the mocking, carrying a child in her arms, we hugged the three of us together, mama, the son, and I. So I could have the time to say to him, "My Lord, she says, it seems to me that you have withdrawn your grace from me." And he, "Silly, silly little one that you are, how can you say that I've withdrawn my grace when I am within you? What is my grace if not myself?"
I remained more confused than before, seeing that the hind was unable to speak, and that in those two words I had uttered, I had spoken nothing but nonsense. Afterwards, the queen-mother disappeared, and Jesus seemed to enclose himself in my interior, and there he remained. Today, then, during the meditation, he made himself seen sleeping inside of me. I was looking at him, delighting in his beautiful face, but without waking him up, content with at least seeing him.
When in one instant, the beautiful queen mama came again. She took him from within my heart, moving him all over hurriedly so as to wake him up. After he woke up, she placed him in my arms again, telling me, "My daughter, do not let him sleep, because if he does, you will see what happens." A thunderstorm was preparing. "Have to sleep," the baby stretched out his little hands around my neck and clasping me, he said to me, "My mama, my mama, let me sleep." And I, "No, no, no, my beautiful one, I am not the one who does not want to let you sleep, it is Our Lady mama that does not want it, and I pray you to content her. It is certain that nothing can be denied to a mama." And besides to that Mama, after I kept him awake for a little while, he disappeared, and so it ended.
June 22nd, 1906. Volume 7.
A garment similar to that of Jesus. Continuing in my state of sufferings ever increasing, bless if Jesus came for little and showed me a garment all adorned and whole, without seeing and opening, suspended above my person. While I was seeing this, he told me, "My beloved, this garment is similar to my garment, which I have communicated to you by having shared with you the pains of my passion and by having chosen you as victim. This garment covers and protects the world, and since it is whole, no one can escape its protection. But the world with its abuses no longer deserves to be covered by this garment, but to feel all the weight of the Divine indignation. So I am about to draw it to myself to be able to give vent to my Justice, which has been restrained for a long time by this garment."
At that moment, it seemed that the light I had seen in the past days was inside this garment, and the Lord awaited both one and the other to absorb them into himself.
June 22nd, 1908. Volume 8.
The Divine Will triumphs over everything. This morning I was feeling very oppressed because of the privation of my adorable Jesus, and I said to myself, "I cannot take any more. How can I go on without my life? What patience it takes with you! What would be the virtue that would induce him to come?" At that moment, he came and told me, "My daughter, the virtue, the triumphs over everything, that conquers everything, levels everything, sweetens everything, is the will of God, because it contains such power that nothing can resist it."
While he was saying this, a road all full of rocks, thorns, and steep mountains appeared before me. Once all this was placed in the will of God, by the power of it, the rocks were pulverized, the thorns were changed into flowers, the mountains leveled. So in the will of God, all things have one same appearance, they all assumed the same color. Me, His most holy will be always blessed.
June 22nd, 1920. Volume 12.
The sanctity of the humanity of Jesus was complete absence of self-interest. I was bringing the whole human family to my sweet Jesus, according to my usual way, praying, repairing, substituting in the name of all for everything that each one is obliged to do. But as I was doing this, a thought told me, "Think about and pray for yourself. Don't you see and what a pitiful state you have reduced yourself?" And I was almost about to do so, when my sweet Jesus, moving in my interior and pulling me to himself, told me, "My daughter, why do you want to move away from my likeness? I never thought about myself. The sanctity of my humanity was total unselfishness. I did nothing for myself, rather I did and suffered everything for the creatures. My love can be called true because it is founded on disinterest for my own self. Wherever there is interest, one cannot say that there is a source of truth. On the other hand, the soul with no self-interest is the one who advances the most, and as she advances, the sea of my grace reaches her from behind, inundating her in such a way that she remains completely submerged without ever thinking about it. One who thinks about herself instead is last in the sea of my grace is in front of her, and she is the one who has to cross the sea by the armful if she manages at all. In fact, the thought of herself will create many obstacles for her, such as to strike into her the fear of diving into my sea, but she runs the risk of remaining on the shore."
End of June 22nd. Fiat.