The Book of Heaven

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Volume 9 audio

Being in my usual state, I found myself out of my body with Baby Jesus in my arms.

I said to him, "Tell me, my dear little one, what is the Father doing?"

He replied, "The Father is one with me; everything the Father does, I do." I said, "And, for the saints, what are you doing?"

He replied:

"I give myself to them all the time.

Thus, I am their life, their joy, their bliss, their immense good, endless and limitless.

They are filled with Me and it is in Me that they find everything. I am everything to them and they are everything to Me."

Hearing this, I made the capricious one by saying to Him:

"To the saints you give yourselves without ceasing.

But, with me, you give yourself so thinly and at intervals!

You go so far as to make me go part of the day without coming.

Sometimes you wait so long that I am afraid that you won't come before the evening.

And, then, I live a death of the most cruel. Yet You told me that you loved me very much!"

He replied:

"My daughter, to you too I give myself without ceasing,

-sometimes personally,

-sometimes by grace,

-sometimes through the light, and

-in many other ways.

So how can you say that I don't love you very much?"

At that moment, the thought came to me to ask him if my condition was in accordance with his Will. That seems to me to be more important than what we were talking about.

he therefore asked him the question.

But he, instead of answering me, approached and put his tongue in my mouth, so that I could no longer speak.

I could only suck something without knowing what it was. When he withdrew his tongue, I barely had time to tell him:

"Lord, come back right now, who knows when you will come back?"

He said, "I'll be back tonight." Then He disappeared.

Being very suffering, to the point of not being able to move, I associated my little sufferings with those of Jesus.

I was trying to put in it the intensity of love that He puts himself,

when, through His sufferings, He glorifies the Father

-to repair for our faults and

-to get us all the goods.

I thought to myself:

"I will consider

-his sufferings as if they were mine and constituted my martyrdom,

-my bed as if it were my cross, and

-my stillness like the ropes that hold me attached so that I may be more precious in the eyes of my Supreme Good.

But the executioners, I don't see them.

Who then is the executioner who tears me so much and brings me to shreds,

-not only in my exterior

-but in the depths of my being, so much so that my life seems to want to burst?

Ah! My executioner is my beloved Jesus himself! At that moment, He said to me:

"My daughter,

it is a very great honor for you that I am your executioner. I act towards you like a gentleman

-who is preparing to marry his fiancée and

-who, in order to make it more beautiful and more worthy of him,

does not trust anyone else, not even his fiancée herself.

It is he himself who washes it, combs it, dresses it and adorns it with precious stones and diamonds. This is a great honor for the bride. In addition, she does not have to worry with questions like:

"Will I please my husband or not?

Will he like the way I am adorned or will he scold me like a fool for not knowing how to please him?"

This is how I act with my beloved wives.

The love I have for them is so great that I don't trust anyone else. I even make myself their executioner, but an executioner in love.

This is how

sometimes I wash them,

sometimes I comb them,

sometimes I dress them so that they are even more beautiful,

sometimes I adorn them with precious stones,

not those that come from the earth and its superficial things, but those that come from the earth

-that I bring out of the depths of their souls and

-which are formed by the touch of my fingers which create the suffering from which these stones result.

My touch transforms into gold their will, which reveals all kinds of magnificent things:

the most beautiful crowns,

the most magnificent clothes,

the most fragrant flowers and

the most pleasant melodies.

Just as I gave birth to them with my own hands, with those same hands, I arrange them in such a way that they are more and more beautiful.

All this happens in suffering souls.

Therefore, am I not right to say that

what I do in you is a very great honor for you?"

I was in my usual state when my benevolent Jesus said to me in a soft voice:

"My daughter,

-mortifications, miseries, deprivations, pains and crosses

serve, for who knows how to welcome them well,

to engrave my Holiness in their souls.

It is as if these people are embellished with all the varieties of divine colors. Their sufferings are heavenly perfumes whose souls become all fragrant."

Being in my usual state,

my kind Jesus showed himself briefly and said to me:

"My daughter,

if someone speaks a lot, it is a sign that he is empty in his interior.

While the one who is filled with God, finding more pleasure in his interior,

-does not want to lose this pleasure and

-speaks only out of necessity.

And even when he speaks,

-it never leaves its interior and

-he attempts, as far as he is concerned,

to engrave in others what he feels in himself.

On the other hand, the one who speaks a lot is

-not only empty of God

-but, by his many words, he tries to empty others of God."

Finding me in my usual state, Blessed Jesus came and said to me:

"My daughter, the sun symbolizes grace.

If he finds a void, whether it is a cave, an underground, a crack or a hole, provided that there is a void and a small opening to penetrate it, he enters and floods everything with light.

This in no way reduces the light it gives elsewhere.

And if its light does not illuminate more, it is not because it lacks it, but rather because it lacks space to diffuse it.

So it is with my grace:

more than a majestic sun, it envelops all creatures with its beneficial radiance.

However, it only enters hearts where it finds an empty space;

so much emptiness it finds,

so much light it makes penetrate.

And this void, how is it formed?

Humility is the spade that digs the heart and forms emptiness.

Detachment from everything, including oneself, is emptiness par excellence.

The window for bringing the light of grace into this void is

-trust in God and

-distrust of oneself. As much as trust is great,

as much opens the door to let in the light and let more graces pass.

The babysitter

-which protects the light and

-which makes it increase is peace."

While I was in my usual state, Jesus showed himself briefly and said to me:

"My daughter,

there is nothing that surpasses Love:

-nor knowledge,

-nor dignity, and

-even less the nobility.

At most, well-meaning people who use these things to speculate about me manage to improve somewhat.

their knowledge of Me.

But what leads the soul to make Me its property? Love. What leads the soul to eat me like a dish? Love.

Who loves Me devours me and finds my Being identified with each particle of his being.

There is just as much difference between the one who truly loves me and others (regardless of their condition and qualities)

that there is a difference between

-the one who knows a precious object, appreciates it and esteems it without being the owner and

-the one who is the owner. Who is happiest:

-the one who only knows the object or

-the one who is the owner?

Of course, the one who owns it.

Love supplements knowledge and surpasses it,

it replaces dignity and surpasses all dignities by giving divine dignity. It makes up for everything and surpasses everything."

This morning, after communion, blessed Jesus did not come.

I waited for it for a very long time being between the waking state and sleep.

As I saw the hour passing and He did not come, I wanted to get out of my sleep and, at the same time,

I wanted to stay there because of the torment I felt in my heart because I hadn't seen it.

I felt like a child who wants to sleep but is forcibly awakened and then makes a scene.

As I struggled to wake up, I said inwardly to Jesus:

"What a bitter separation! I feel lifeless while I live and my life is more painful than death.

May this deprivation be out of love for you,

may this bitterness which I feel be out of love for you, that the torture that my heart lives is out of love for you,

may the life that I do not feel while being alive be out of love for you.

But, in order for everything to be more acceptable to you, I join my suffering to the intensity of your love.

And, by joining my love to yours, I offer you your own love." While I was praying like this, He moved within me and said to me:

"How sweet and delectable in my ears is the note of Love! Say it, say it another time, repeat it again,

rejoice my hearing with those notes of Love which are so harmonious that they descend to the depths of my Heart and satiate my whole Being."

Yet, who could believe it - I am ashamed to say this - in my frustration I replied:

"You are consoled while I become more bitter."

My Jesus kept silent as if He had not liked my answer. As soon as I woke up, I repeated my love notes several times. As for Him, He did not let Himself be seen or heard for the rest of the day.

I continued in my usual state and Blessed Jesus did not come. Nevertheless, throughout the day,

I felt as if someone was standing above me and urging me not to waste a minute and pray incessantly.

However, one thought distracted me:

"When the Lord does not come, you pray more, you are more attentive, and thus you encourage Him not to come because He says to Himself:

"Since she behaves better when I am not coming, it is better that I deprive her of My presence."

As I could not waste time stopping at this thought, I tried to slam the door in the face of this thought by saying:

"The more Jesus continues not to come, the more I will confuse Him with my love. I don't want to give him the opportunity to feel sorry by stopping praying.

That is what I can and will do. As for Him, He is free to do what He wants."

And, without stopping at the stupidity of the thought that had come to me, I continued to do what I had to do.

In the evening, when I didn't even remember that this thought had come to me,

the good Jesus came and said to me almost smiling:

"Bravo, congratulations to my lover who wants to confuse me with her love! However, I want to tell you that you will never confuse me.

If, at times, I seem to be confused by your love, it is I who give you the opportunity to manifest it to me.

For the thing that delights me most from creatures is their Love.

In fact, it's Me

-who stimulated you to pray,

-who prayed with you,

-who gave you no respite,

so that it was not I who was confused, but yourself.

You were confused by my love.

How you felt all filled with love and confused by him,

-seeing that my love filled you so much, you thought that you were confusing me with your love.

As long as you try to love Me more, I revel in this mistake on your part and make it an amusement between you and Me."

I went through a very bitter period because of the deprivation of my good Jesus.

At most, He showed Himself as a shadow or a lightning bolt. In pieces, there was not even lightning anymore.

My intelligence was troubled by the following thought:

"How cruelly He left me! Jesus is so good!

Maybe he wasn't the one coming. His kindness would not have done that to me. Who knows, maybe it was the devil or my imagination, or dreams."

But, deep within me,

my soul didn't want to pay attention to these annoying thoughts and she wanted to stay in peace.

She was sinking deeper and deeper into the Will of God,

she hid in Her, falling into a deep sleep. And there was no question of her getting out of that sleep.

It seemed that the good Jesus locked him so much in his Will that he did not allow anyone to even find the door to knock on it and say that Jesus had left it.

Thus, my soul slept and remained in peace.

Receiving no answer, my intelligence thought, "Am I the only one who wants to worry? I too want to calm down and do God's Will. Come what may be done, provided that his Holy Will is done." That is my current state.

This morning, as I was thinking about what I have just said, my good Jesus said to me:

"My daughter, if it had been imagination, dreams or demons,

they would not have had enough Power to make you possess the halo of peace. And this, not only for a day, but for at least twenty-five years.

No one could have made you exhale that breath of sweet peace

-both inside and outside of you, except that which is total peace.

If a breath of trouble reached Him, He would no longer be God,

Her Majesty would darken,

its Greatness would diminish,

its Power would weaken.

In short, his whole divine Being would be shaken.

The one who possesses you and whom you possess watches over you constantly so that no breath of trouble reaches you.

Remember that every time I come,

I have always corrected you if a breath of trouble was in you.

Nothing displeases me as much as not seeing you in perfect peace.

And I left you only after you had regained your peace.

Neither fantasy, nor dream, let alone the devil, have this ability. Even less can they communicate this peace to others.

Calm down, then, and do not be ungrateful to Me."

I thought of the great misery of my state and I said to myself:

"It's really all over for me! Jesus forgot everything!

He no longer remembers the tribulations and sufferings that I experienced for so many years confined to bed out of love for him."

My mind remembered some particularly great sufferings. The good Jesus said to me:

"My daughter,

all that is done out of love for Me,

enter into Me and

turns into my own works.

And since my works are made for the good of all, that is to say

-for travellers from below,

-for the souls of purgatory and

-for those of Heaven-,

all that you have done and suffered for Me

-is in Me and

-accomplishes its mission for the good of all as well as my own works. Would you like to remember this for yourself alone?"

I replied, "No, never Lord!"

I still kept thinking about it,

thus being somewhat distracted from my usual inner deeds.

The good Jesus said to me:

"Don't you want to stop this? I'm going to make you stop this myself."

And He placed Himself inside me and began to pray aloud, saying all that I had to say.

Seeing this, I became confused and followed the good Jesus.

When He saw that I was no longer paying attention to anything else,

He fell silent and I continued alone to do what I used to do.

Being in my usual state, I thought, "What am I doing here on earth?

I am no longer of any use.

He does not come and I am like a useless object because, without him, I am worthless,

I suffer from nothing; why keep me on this earth any longer!"

Appearing to me briefly, He said to me:

"My daughter, I keep you like a toy, and toys are not always kept in your hand; often, it is not touched for even months and months.

However, when his owner wants to, he has fun with them for a long time.

And you, wouldn't you like me to have one toy on earth?

Let me have fun with you at will while you are on earth, and in return, I will let you have fun with Me in Heaven."

Being in my usual state, I thought to myself:

"Why does the Lord absolutely insist that no trouble should enter into me and,

that in all things I am always at peace?

It seems that nothing pleases him,

-even great works,

-heroic virtues or excruciating suffering, if He detects in the soul a lack of peace:

he then seems disgusted and disappointed with this soul."

At that moment, in a dignified and imposing voice, He answered my question by saying to me:

Because peace is a divine virtue, while other virtues are human.

Thus, any virtue that is not haloed with peace cannot be called virtue, but rather vice. That is why peace is so close to my heart.

Peace is the surest sign that one suffers and works for Me,

It is a foretaste of the peace that my children will enjoy with Me in Heaven."

I was thinking about what I had written on the 27th of the previous month and I thought to myself:

"I, who thought I was something in the hands of the Lord, now I am just a toy!

Toys are made of clay, earth, paper, elastic band or other

And it is enough that they are escaped or that the slightest jolt happens to them so that they are broken and that, no longer being useful for the game, they are thrown away.

O my Good, how overwhelmed I feel at the thought that one day or another you might throw me away!"

The good Jesus then made himself seen by saying to me:

"My daughter,

don't overwhelm yourself. When toys are made of worthless material and they break, they are thrown away.

But, if they are made of gold, diamonds or any other precious material, they are repaired and they are always used to amuse the one who has the happiness to possess them.

This is what you are to Me: a toy made of diamonds and extremely pure gold, because you have my image in you and I have paid the price of my Blood to buy you. Moreover, you are adorned with sufferings similar to Mine.

Therefore, you are not a worthless object that I could throw away.

You cost me dearly.

You can be quiet, there is no danger that I will throw you away."

Being very distressed because of my poor condition,

I felt disgusted in my own eyes and abominable in God's eyes. I felt as if the Lord had left me halfway and that, without Him,

I couldn't go any further.

I had the feeling that he no longer wanted to use me to spare the world from punishment and that was why he had removed from me the crosses, the thorns and put an end to all participation in his Passion and his communications. The only thing I saw was that he made sure I stayed in peace.

"My God, what pain!

If you did not distract me from my loss of the cross, of you and of everything, I would die of pain. Ah! if it were not for your Holy Will, in what ocean of difficulties I would be drowned! Oh! always keep me in your Holy Will and that is enough for me."

I was in my usual state and, crying, I said to myself, "The good Jesus took no account of me, nor of my years spent in bed, nor of my sacrifices, of nothing; otherwise he wouldn't have left me." And I was crying and crying.

At one point, I felt that He was moving in me and I lost consciousness. However, even out of my body, I kept crying.

Then, as if a door had opened in me, I saw Jesus. I felt so irritated that I didn't tell her anything and just kept crying.

He told me:

"Calm down, calm down, don't cry.

If you cry, I feel that my Heart is touched and I faint from Love for you!

Do you want to increase my suffering because of your love?"

Then, taking a majestic look and as if sitting on a throne in my heart, he seemed to hold a pen and write.

Turning to me, He said to me:

"See if I don't take your things into account,

-not only from your years spent in bed,

-of your sacrifices,

-but still thoughts you had for Me:

I write your affections, your desires, everything, and even what you would like to do and suffer.

but that you can't because I don't allow you.

I count everything, weigh everything and measure everything

so that nothing is lost and you are rewarded for everything. All these things that I write, I keep them in my Heart."

Then, I don't know how, I found myself in Jesus whereas before I was in my own interior.

My head seemed to be in his place and all my limbs formed his body.

He said to me:

"See how I keep you, as my own body."

Then He disappeared. A little later,

as I continued to be afflicted and burst into tears at all times,

He said to me:

"Courage, my daughter, I didn't leave you.

I remain hidden because if I showed myself as before, you would keep me continually attached and I could no longer chastise the world.

I didn't leave you halfway either.

Have you forgotten what these last years of your life are like? These are years desired by your confessor.

Don't you remember that on four or five occasions you found yourself in struggle against Me,

I wanted to take you away when you told me that your confessor didn't want it.

Thus, I who had prepared you to take you with Me, I was obliged to leave you. As a result, you live years of pause and patience.

Charity and obedience have their own thorns that

-open large wounds and make the heart bleed,

but which hatch vermilion roses of the most fragrant and beautiful.

By perceiving in your confessor

-his good will, his charity and

-his fear that the world would be punished, I cooperated with him in a way.

But, if no one had intervened, you certainly wouldn't be here. Come on, courage, the exile will not be so long.

And I promise you that the day will come when I will not let myself be defeated by anyone."

Who could say in what sea of bitterness I swim.

I am comforted, yes, but saddened to the marrow of my bones.

I can't remember all this without crying, so much so that as I told my confessor this, my tears flowed so abundantly that I seemed to be angry with him.

I really told him, "You are the cause of my ailments."

I continued in my state of affliction because of the loss of my good Jesus.

As usual, I was completely busy meditating on

the Hours of Passion.

I was at the time when Jesus was charged with the heavy wood of the cross.

The whole world was present to me: past, present and future.

My imagination seemed to see all the faults of all generations oppressing and crushing the benevolent Jesus, so that, compared to all sins,

the cross was only a strand of straw, the shadow of a weight.

I was trying to hold myself close to Jesus by saying:

"See, my Life, my Good, I come to stand here in the name of all. Do you see all these waves of blasphemy?

I stand here to repeat to you that I bless you on behalf of all.

How many waves of bitterness, hatred, contempt, ingratitude and lack of love!

I want to

console yourself on behalf of all,

to love you in the name of all,

thank you, worship you and honor you on behalf of all.

However, my reparations are cold, miserable, and limited, while you, the offended, are infinite.

Therefore, I want to make my love and reparations infinite. And, in order to make them infinite, immense, endless, I unite

-to You,

-to your Divinity,

-as well as to the Father and the Holy Spirit,

and I bless you with your own Blessings, I love you with your own Love,

I console you with your own Sweetness,

I honor and worship you as you do between You, the divine Persons."

Who could say everything that came out of my intelligence in this way, although I am only good at saying nonsense.

I wouldn't finish it all if I wanted to say it all.

When I do the Hours of Passion,

I feel as if, with Jesus, I am embracing the immensity of his work.

And, on behalf of all,

-I glorify God,

-I repair and implore for all.

It is difficult for me to say everything. A thought came to me:

"You think about the sins of others and what do you say about yours? Think of yours and repair for yours!"

So I tried to think about my evils, my great miseries, my privations of Jesus caused by my sins.

Thus distracted from the usual things of my interior, I wept over my great misfortune.

In the meantime, my Jesus, always kind, moved in me.

And He said to me in a sensitive voice:

"Do you want to be the arbiter of yourself?

The work of your interior is mine, not yours, you just have to follow me. The rest, I do it Myself.

You must stop thinking about yourself, do nothing but what I want I will take care of your evils and possessions Myself.

Who can do you or Me the most good?" And He showed himself to be dissatisfied.

So, I started to follow him.

Afterwards, arrived at another point on the way to Calvary where,

more than ever, I penetrated into the various intentions of Jesus, a thought came to me:

"Not only do you have to

-stop thinking about sanctifying yourself, but

-also stop thinking about being saved.

Don't you see that, by yourself, you are not good at anything? What good can you get by doing this for others?"

Having turned to Jesus, I said to him:

"My Jesus, your Blood, your sorrows and your cross are not for me too? I have been so wicked that, through my sins, I have trampled on everything, and so you have exhausted everything for me. But, please, forgive me, and if you do not want to forgive me, leave me your Will and I will be happy; your Will is everything to me.

I was left alone without you. And only you can know the loss I suffered. I have no one. Creatures without you bore me.

Je me sens dans la prison de mon corps comme une esclave enchaînée. Au moins, par pitié, ne m'enlève pas ta Sainte Volonté.»

En pensant à cela, je me distrayais de nouveau de ma méditation et

Jésus me dit d'une voix forte et imposante:

«Tu ne veux pas arrêter ça?

Veux-tu gâcher mon travail en toi?»

Je ne sais pas, c'est comme s'Il avait fait taire ma pensée. Ensuite, j'ai tâché d'arrêter ça et de le suivre.

Après avoir reçu la Communion, mon toujours aimable Jésus vint brièvement. Comme j'avais eu une dispute avec mon confesseur au sujet de l'amour vrai, je lui demandai si j'avais raison ou tort. Il me dit:

«Ma fille,

c'est exactement comme tu l'as dit, à savoir

-que l'amour vrai facilite tout, bannit toute crainte, tout doute, et

-que son art consiste à prendre possession de la personne aimée.

Et, quand il en a pris possession, l'amour lui-même lui enseigne les moyens de préserver l'objet acquis.

Par la suite, quelles craintes, quels doutes l'âme peut-elle avoir concernant ce qui lui appartient?

Que ne peut-elle pas espérer?

Que dis-Je, quand l'âme est parvenue à prendre possession de l'amour, celui-ci devient hardi et en vient à des excès incroyables.

L'amour vrai peut dire: "Je suis à toi et tu es à moi", si bien que les êtres aimés peuvent

-disposer l'un de l'autre,

-se féliciter l'un l'autre,

-s'amuser ensemble.

Chacun peut dire à l'autre:

"Puisque je t'ai acquis, je peux disposer de toi à ma guise."

Comment l'âme pourrait-elle alors s'arrêter aux défauts, aux misères, aux faiblesses,

si l'objet acquis

-lui a tout remis,

-l'a embellie en tout et

-la purifie continuellement?

Voici les vertus de l'amour vrai:

-purify everything,

-triumph over everything and

-reach everything.

Indeed, what love could one have for a person?

-that one would fear,

-which one would doubt,

-of which we would not expect everything?

Love would lose its most beautiful qualities.

It is true that, even among the Saints, we can see variations on this. It simply shows that, even among the saints,

love can be imperfect and can vary from state to state.

As far as you are concerned, here is what it is:

as you should be with me in Heaven

and that you sacrificed this out of love for obedience and for your neighbor,

-love has been confirmed in you,

-your will has been confirmed not to offend,

so much so that your life is like a life already over.

Therefore, you do not feel the burden of human miseries.

So, be attentive

to what suits you and to love me until you attain infinite Love."

Finding me in my usual state, Blessed Jesus came briefly and said to me:

"My daughter,

my jealousy and the precautions I take for my creatures are so great that,

-so as not to let them go to ruin,

I am obliged to surround their souls and bodies with thorns, so that they prevent the mud from defiling them.

I accompany with thorns, that is,

-bitterness, deprivation and various inner states,

even the greatest favors of which I favor the souls dear to me, so that these thorns may

-keep them for me and

-warn that they get dirty with mud

self-love and the like."

Then He disappeared.

Being in my usual state, it seemed to me that I had found myself with a child in my arms.

He changed into three children afterwards in whom I felt immersed. When my confessor came in the morning, he asked me if Jesus had come.

I told him what I just wrote, without adding anything.

My confessor said to me:

"Didn't they tell you anything? Didn't you hear anything?"

I said, "I can't quite say that."

He continued, "The Holy Trinity was here and you can't say anything? Have you become stupid? We can see that these are dreams." I resumed:

"Yes, it's true, these are dreams."

He added something else.

As he spoke, I felt strongly seized by Jesus' arms, so strongly that I almost lost consciousness of them.

Jesus said to me:

"Who wants to molest my daughter?"

I replied, "The Father is right since I cannot say anything.

There is no sign that it was Jesus Christ who came to me."

Jesus went on to say to me:

"I act with you as the sea would with a person who would come to dive into its depths:

I immerse you entirely in my Being so that all your senses are imbued with it.

Thus

-if you want to talk about my immensity, my depth and my height, all you can say is that they are so great that your sight is obstructed.

-if you want to talk about my delights and my qualities,

all you can say is that there are so many of them that as soon as you open your mouth to count them, you drown in them.

And so on for the rest.

On the other hand, what happens?

You say I didn't give you any sign that it was Me? It's not true!

-Who kept you in bed for twenty-two years without breaking you and in total calm and patience?

Is it their virtue or Mine?

-And what about the tests they made you undergo in the first years of your

in the present state, when they made you stand still for seventeen or eighteen days without taking any food: was it they or I who kept you?

After that, as my confessor had called me, I returned to my body. Then he celebrated Holy Mass and I received communion.

Then Jesus returned.

I complained that He was not coming as before, that the great love He had for me seemed to have changed coldly.

I told him:

"Every time I complain, you make excuses

Thus, you say that you want to chastise and that is why you do not come. But I don't believe that.

Who knows what evil is in my soul, that's why you don't come.

At least tell me, so that whatever the price, including the price of my life,

I remove it.

Without you, I can't be.

Think what you want, I can't go ahead like this:

whether I am either with you on earth or with you in Heaven!"

Cutting me off, Jesus said to me:

«Calm down, calm down, I am not far from you.

I am always with you. You don't always see me, but I'm always with you.

What do I say, I am deep in your heart to rest. And, while you seek me and live your privations with patience,

you surround me with flowers to comfort me and allow me to rest more in peace."

While He was saying this, there seemed to be so many varied flowers around Him that they almost hid Him.

He added:

"You do not believe that it is to chastise the world that I deprive you of me. And yet, it is indeed so.

When you least expect it, you'll hear about things that will happen."

While He was saying this, He showed me

-wars throughout the world,

-revolutions against the Church and

-churches on fire: this was almost imminent.

Finding myself in my usual state, I was thinking about the Chooses of my past. The good Jesus showed himself briefly and said to me:

"My daughter,

do not dwell on the past because the past is already in Me and because you might dwell on it

-distract you and

-bring you to spoil the little bit of road that you still have to travel, to slow down your step.

On the other hand, by focusing your attention only on the present,

-you will have more courage,

-thou shalt keep oneself more closely bound to Me,

-you will advance further on your path and

-there will be no danger that you will be deceived."

After receiving Holy Communion, I said to my adorable Jesus:

"I am now closely related to you, I am even identified with you. And since we are one,

-I leave my being in You and I take yours,

-I leave you my mind and I take the Tien,

-I leave you my eyes, my mouth, my heart, my hands, my steps, and the rest.

Oh! How happy I will be from now on! I will think with your Spirit,

I will look with your Eyes, I will speak with your Mouth, I will love with your Heart, I will act with your Hands,

I will walk with your Feet, and the rest.

And if there is an obstacle, I will say:

"I left my being in Jesus and took His, so go to Him, He will answer you in my place!"

Oh! How happy I feel!

Ah! I also want to take your Beatitude, don't I, Jesus?

But, O my Life and my Good, by your Beatitude, you make all Heaven happy, while I, by taking your beatitude, make no one happy."

Jesus said to me: "My daughter, you too, by taking my Being as well as my Beatitude, you can make others happy.

Why does my Being have the power to spread happiness?

Because everything is harmony in Me:

one Virtue harmonizes with another, Justice with Mercy,

Holiness with Beauty, Wisdom with Strength,

Immensity with Depth and Height, and so on.

Everything is Harmony in Me, nothing is discordant. This harmony makes me happy and fills with happiness all those who approach Me.

Also, putting on my Being,

make sure that all the virtues harmonize in you.

This harmony will communicate Beatitude to whoever approaches you.

Because, if he sees in you

Kindness, Gentleness, Patience,

Charity and Equality in all things, he will feel happy to be near you."

While I was complaining to Jesus about my privations, He showed Himself briefly and said to me:

"My daughter, the cross brings the soul closer and closer to Me.

These privations from which you suffer make you hover above yourself.

Because, by not finding in yourself the one you love, you no longer have a taste for life. All around you are bored and you can't find anything to lean on.

The one on whom you are accustomed to relying seems absent to you.

And, as a result, your soul hovers until it is purified of everything to the point of being completely consumed.

Afterwards, your Jesus will give you the final kiss and you will find yourself in Heaven. Aren't you happy?"

Finding me in my usual state, it seemed to me to see Jesus playing a sonata on an organ inside me. He found a lot of fun playing.

I said, "Oh! How much fun you seem to be!"

He said, "That's right.

You must know that since you have acted in union with Me, that is,

-that you have loved with my own Love,

-that you have worshipped with my own Adorations,

-that you have repaired with my own Reparations,

and so on, everything is immense in you as in Me. This union between you and me formed this organ.

In addition, every time you suffer again,

-you add a new note to the organ.

Just now, I come to play my sonata to see what sound gives this new note.

Thus, I taste a new joy.

Therefore, the more you suffer, the more harmonies you add to my organ and the more I have fun."

After living bitter days of deprivation and after receiving communion, I complained to my kind Jesus, telling him:

"It really looks like you want to leave me completely! But tell me at least if you want me to leave this state?

Who knows what disorder is in me so that you have moved away like this. Help me: with all my heart I promise you that I will be better."

Jesus replied, "My daughter, don't worry.

when I make you lose consciousness, stay calm,

when I do the opposite, stay even calmer, without wasting your time.

Take everything with my hands, as it happens to you.

Can I not suspend your condition for a few days?

As for the mess in you, if there were any, I would have told you.

Do you know what makes the mess in the soul?

Only sin, however small.

Oh! As it distorts it, discolors it, weakens it.

However, the various moods and deprivations do not cause him any harm.

Therefore, be careful not to offend me, even very little. Eet have no fear that there is disorder in your soul."

I repeat:

"But, Lord, there must be something wrong in me. Before, You kept coming and going

And, during your visits, you made me participate in the cross, the nails and the thorns.

But, now that my nature has become accustomed to these things, that they have become natural to me, so much so that it is easier for me to suffer than not to suffer,

you withdraw. How come there's nothing important going on in me anymore?"

With gentleness, Jesus said to me, "Listen, my daughter,

I have had to arrange your soul so that you may delight in suffering, so that I can do my work there.

I had to test you, surprise you, burden you with suffering so that your nature would be reborn to a new life.

I have completed this work since your participation in my sufferings has become permanent, sometimes more, sometimes less.

Now that this work has been completed, I enjoy it. Don't you want Me to rest?

Listen, don't think about this, let your Jesus who loves you so much do it. I know

-when my activity is necessary in you and

-when I have to rest from my work."

Finding me in my usual state, my sweet Jesus came briefly.

He said to me, "My daughter,

he who considers the cross from a human point of view finds it

-muddy and, therefore, heavy and bitter.

On the other hand, he who considers the cross from a divine point of view finds it.

-full of light, light and soft.

Looking at life from a human point of view,

one is devoid of graces, strength and light.

Therefore, we come to say things like, "Why did this person do this wrong to me?

Why did this other one cause me this sorrow, did she slander me?"

And we fill ourselves with indignation, anger, ideas of revenge. Thus, the cross seems muddy, dark, heavy and bitter to us.

On the other hand, divine ways of thinking are filled with graces, strength and light., Therefore, one does not have the taste to say: "Lord, why did you do this to me?"

On the contrary, we humiliate ourselves, we resign ourselves.

And the cross becomes light and brings to the soul light and sweetness."

Finding myself in my usual state, I reflected on jesus' agony in the Garden. Showing himself briefly to me, my kind Jesus said to me:

"My daughter, men have acted only on the bark of my Humanity. While eternal Love was acting on all my interior.

Thus, during my Agony, it was not men,

-but eternal Love,

-immense Love,

-incalculable Love,

-the hidden Love that

-opened in Me great wounds,

-pierced me with flaming nails,

-crowned me with burning thorns and

-watered me with boiling fiel.

"And, unable to bear so many martyrs at the same time,

-my Humanity caused great streams of blood to spring up,

-She contorted herself and came to say:

"Father, if it is possible, remove this chalice from me.

However, let not my Will be done, but yours." This did not happen again during the rest of my Passion.

All that I suffered in the course of the Passion, I suffered all together during the Agony and that,

-more intensely,

more painful and

deeper.

For Love then penetrated me.

-up to the marrow of the bones,

-even in the most intimate fibers of my Heart,

where a creature could never descend. But Love reaches everything, nothing resists it.

Thus, my first executioner was Love.

That is why, during my Passion,

I didn't even have a reproachful look at those who served me as executioners. Because I had a more cruel and active executioner in Me: Love.

And the places where the external executioners did not arrive,

where a small part of Me was spared, Love took over and spared nothing.

And this is what happens in all souls: the main work is done by Love.

And when Love has acted and filled the soul,

what appears on the outside is only the overflow

-of what has been carried out inside.'

Having received communion, I complained to the good Jesus

-of my privations and

-the fact that, when He comes, it is almost always like a lightning bolt or in complete silence.

Jesus said to me:

"My daughter, in almost all souls

-to whom I have manifested myself in an extraordinary way,

I allowed at the end of their lives these periods of abandonment.

This, not only because of certain reasons that belong to them, but also so that I am honored and glorified in all my interventions.

Many say:

"These souls were destined for such a high level of holiness and they loved him so much!

After receiving so many favors, graces and charisms, they would have been truly ungrateful if they did not reach this level.

If we had received these things, we too would have reached this level and even more."

Also, to justify my conduct, I make them live abandonment and deprivation,

which is for them a real purgatory.

I also have to take into account

-their fidelity,

-the heroism of their virtues and

-the fact that it is easier to endure poverty for the one who has never known wealth than for the one who used to live richly.

I must also take into account that supernatural riches are not like material riches that serve the body and are only external.

Supernatural riches penetrate to the point

-in the bone marrow,

-in the most intimate fibers of being,

-in the noblest part of intelligence.

Suffice it to say that to be deprived of it is more than a martyrdom.

These souls pity me so much that my Heart becomes broken with tenderness for them.

Unable to resist, I give them the strength to go to the end of their martyrdom.

All angels and saints have their eye on them and watch over them so that they do not succumb, knowing the cruel martyrdom they suffer.

My daughter, courage, you are right, but know that everything is Love in Word."

While He was saying this, He seemed to be moving away.

I felt my deep nature being consumed and disappearing into nothingness. These seeds of strength, light, and knowledge that I seemed to possess were turning into nothingness. I felt like I was dying, and yet I was still alive.

Jesus returned and, taking me in his arms, seemed to support my nothingness.

He said to me:

"Do you see, my daughter, that if

-the little germ of your strength,

-the faint lamp of your light,

-the little knowledge you have of Me and

-all your other small qualities disappear,

then my Strength, my Light, my Wisdom, my Beauty and all my other qualities take over and come to fill your nothingness.

Aren't you happy?"

I said to him:

"Listen, Jesus, if you continue like this, you will lose the desire to leave me on earth."

I told him this several times.

And Jesus, who did not want to hear my words, answered me:

"Listen, my daughter, I will never lose the taste for you.

If I keep you on earth, I will have my taste on earth. If I bring you to Heaven, I will have my taste in Heaven.

Do you know who will then lose the taste? Your confessor."

This morning, at communion, I complained to Jesus that I was no longer able to manifest my condition to the one to whom I had to do it. Yes, often, when I feel filled with Jesus,

I have the feeling of touching him everywhere; even by touching myself, I touch Jesus.

But I don't know how to talk about it. I wish I could lose myself in Jesus in the strictest silence.

And when I'm pressed to talk about that, oh! What effort do I have to put into it! I feel like a child who is very sleepy and wants to wake up by force:

he makes a fuss. ·

So I said to Jesus:

"You have rid me of everything, of your sufferings, of your favors, of your harmonious, gentle and sweet voice. I no longer recognize myself in what I have become.

If you make me understand something, it's so deep in my being that it can't rise to the surface. Tell me, my Life, what should I do?"

He replied:

"My daughter, if you own me, you own everything, and that is enough for you.

If you feel filled with Me, it is a sign that I am keeping you in the house of My Divinity.

If a rich person admits a poor person to his home, he gives him everything he needs, even if he does not talk to him all the time or do not caress him.

Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to her.

And am I not more than this rich person?

Therefore, calm down and try to manifest what you can to your confessor.

For the rest, give up everything to my care."

My state of deprivation continues and even worsens. O God! What a tumble!

I never thought I would end up this way!

I hope at least never to leave the circle of your Most Holy Will. She is everything to me.

I would feel like crying over my lamentable state and that's what I do sometimes.

But Jesus then rebukes me by saying things like:

"So you still want to be a little girl?

It is clear that I am dealing with a little girl. I can't trust you. I hoped to find in you the heroism of sacrifice for Me.

But I find instead the tears of a little girl who does not want to sacrifice herself."

So when I cry, He is harder and He goes so far as not to come at all that day. Therefore, I am obliged

-to arm myself with courage and

-to suppress my tears by telling him:

"You say that it is out of love that you deprive me of your Presence.

And, for my part, it is out of love for you that I accept this deprivation.

Out of love for you, I won't cry."

And if I can do that, He is a little more forgiving. Otherwise He punishes me more strongly,

which makes me live a continual death while remaining alive.

So, after spending a day like this, I couldn't suppress my tears.

Jesus made me pay for it as I deserved.

But late at night, having mercy on me, He manifested Himself as if a small window of light had opened in my mind.

He said to me:

"Don't you want to understand that before you leave this world, you must die to everything:

-to suffering, to desires, to favors.

Everything in you must die in my Will and in my Love.

In Heaven, what enters eternity is only my Will and my love.

All other virtues come to an end: patience, obedience, suffering, desires.

Only my Will and Love never end.

Therefore, you must die in advance in My Will and in Love.

It must be so for all my saints.

And I myself did not want to be an exception

having been forsaken by the Father,

in order to die totally in His Will and in His Love.

Oh! How much I wish I had suffered more!

Oh! How I wish I had done more for souls! But all this died in the Will and in the Love of the Father. This is how the souls who truly loved me acted.

And you don't want to understand that!"

This morning my beloved Jesus came briefly and Said to me:

"My daughter, the right intention is light for the soul.

It covers her with light and tells her how to act divinely.

The soul is like a dark room.

And the intention straight as the sun that penetrates and illuminates it,

with the difference that the sun does not change the walls into light, while acting with rectitude transforms everything into light."

I was in my usual state and the good Jesus came briefly.

He said to me, "My daughter,

my Will perfects love, modifies it, constrains it, and sanctifies it. Love sometimes wants to escape and devour everything.

But my Will seeks to subdue him by telling him:

"Calm, don't run like that because you could hurt yourself. By wanting to devour everything, you could deceive yourself."

Love is pure to the extent that it conforms to my Will.

The two walk hand in hand and constantly give each other the kiss of peace.

Sometimes, because of his mood or because, after escaping, he did not succeed as he wanted,

Love wants to criticize me or sit lazily.

Then my Will spurs him on by saying:

"Go ahead, true lovers are not lazy, they do not do on the spot." Love is safe only when it is lived in my Will.

Love is attracted to the left and right and brought to excesses.

My Will will moderates him, calms him and nourishes him with solid and divine food.

In Love, there can be many imperfections, even in the face of holy Choose.

In my Will, this never happens, everything is perfect.

-it is not surprising that she remembers her sins and miseries.

Keep in your mind that,

-in my Will,

-these thoughts of sins and self cannot enter.

My daughter, this happens especially in the souls in love who have had the grace of my visits, my kisses and my caresses.

These souls are prey to Love when I deprive them of My Presence. Love takes hold of them and makes them panting, languishing, delusional, crazy, worried, impatient.

If it were not for my Will that nourishes them, calms them down and strengthens them, Love would kill them.

Although Love is the firstborn of my Will, It still needs to be corrected by my Will.

And I love him as much as I love Myself."

During a discussion between my confessor and me,

he told me that it is difficult to be saved because Jesus Christ said:

"The door is narrow and you have to strive to get through it."

After communion, Jesus said to me:

"Poor of Me, how petty I am considered.

Tell your confessor that it is from their own pettiness that they consider me petty.

They do not see me as the great Being, without limits,

-powerful and infinite in all its perfections,

which can pass large multitudes through narrow doors better than through wide doors."

As He spoke, it seemed to me to see a very narrow path leading to a very narrow gate, but crowded with people competing.

to see who could advance the most and get through the door.

He added:

"See, my daughter, what a big crowd is jostling to find out who will arrive first. In a competition, there are a lot of activities.

If the trail were wide, people would not rush, knowing that there is

plenty of room to walk there whenever they want. However, while they take their time well,

death could occur and they might not be on their way on the narrow path.

They would then find themselves on the threshold of the wide gate of hell.

Oh! How useful this narrowness is!

The phenomenon occurs even among you:

if there is a party or service offered and we know that the place is small, many will hurry to get there

and there will be more people to enjoy the party or service.

But if we know that there are a lot of places,

we will not rush and there will be fewer spectators

because, knowing that there is room for everyone, everyone will take their time.

Some will arrive in the middle of the show, others towards the end, others will arrive when it's all over and they won't enjoy anything.

This is the case with salvation: if his path were wide, few would hasten to arrive,

and the feast of Heaven would be for few people."

I was in my usual state and complained to my Jesus that I was being deprived of him. He came briefly and said to me:

"My daughter,

I advise you not to leave my Will because my Will carries so much Power that it is like a new baptism for the soul, and even more.

Whereas

-in the sacraments, my grace is received partially,

-in my Will, it is received in fullness.

Through Baptism,

the task of original sin is removed, but the passions and weaknesses remain.

In My Will, destroying His personal will,

the soul destroys its passions, its weaknesses and all that is human in it. She lives virtues, strength and all divine qualities."

Hearing this, I thought, "He's going to end up telling me.

that living in His Will is greater than communion itself."

He continued:

"Of course, of course.

For sacramental communion lasts a few minutes. While Life in My Will is

-a perpetual communion, even more,

-an eternal communion: it extends eternally in Heaven.

Sacramental communion may encounter obstacles: for example, one may not be able to receive communion because of illness or for other reasons,

or the one who has to administer it may be indisposed.

Communion in my Divine Will is not subject to any impediment. It is enough that the soul wants it and it is done.

No one can prevent the soul from obtaining this great good, which constitutes the happiness of earth and Heaven:

-nor the demons,

-nor creatures,

-nor even my omnipotence itself. The soul is free.

No one has rights over her and cannot prevent her from living in My Will.

That is why I promote My Will. And I want the creatures to accept it.

This is the thing that matters most to me, that I cherish the most.

Not all the other things interest me as much, even the holiest ones.

And when I get the soul to live in My Will, I triumph

because it is the greatest thing in Heaven and on earth."

I write out of obedience.

But I feel my heart breaking because of the effort it takes me. Anyway, long live obedience, long live the Will of God!

I write, but I tremble and don't know what I'm saying myself. Obedience wants me to write something about

-how I prepare for communion and

-how I do my thanksgiving.

I can't say anything about it.

Because, seeing that I am not good at anything, my sweet Jesus does everything himself.

same.

He prepares my soul and tells me the thanks to be made, and I am. The paths of Jesus are always immense, and I, with Him,

I feel immense as if I know how to do something.

After, when Jesus withdraws, I am still the stupid girl, the ignorant little girl, the little cattiva [bad].

And that is precisely why Jesus loves me.

Because I am ignorant, I am nothing and I can do nothing.

Knowing that I want to receive Him at all costs,

and not to be dishonored by coming into me,

-but rather to receive the greatest honors, He Himself prepares my poor soul.

He gives me his own things, his merits, his clothes, his works, his desires,

in short, all Himself.

If necessary, He also gives me what the Saints have done, for everything is His. If necessary, He even gives me what His Most Holy Mother has done.

And I too say to everyone:

"Jesus, do yourself honor by coming into me.

Mother, my Queen, all the saints and all the angels,

I am so poor that all you have, put it in my heart,

"Not for me, but for Jesus."

And I feel that all of Heaven is cooperating to prepare me.

And after Jesus has descended into me, I have the feeling that he is quite satisfied,

-seeing himself honored by his own things.

Sometimes He says to me:

"Bravo, bravo, my daughter, how happy I am, how I like here! Wherever I look, I find things worthy of Me.

All that is Mine is yours.

How many beautiful things you have made me find in you."

Knowing that I am very poor, that I have done nothing and that nothing is mine, I rejoice in the contentment of Jesus.

And I say:

"I am glad that Jesus thinks so! It is enough for me that He has come.

It doesn't matter to me for having used his own affairs: the poor must receive the rich."

It is true that there are here and there in me glimmers of Jesus' way of doing things in communion, but I do not know how to gather these glimmers and make them an appropriate preparation and thanks: I lack the capacity. It seems to me

-that I prepare myself in Jesus himself and

-that I thank Him with the help of himself.

Being in my usual state, I felt like I was really useless. I felt unable to say anything,

-nor on sin,

-nor on the coldness,

-nor on fervor.

I saw everything the same way.

I felt indifferent to everything, dealing with nothing but God's Holy Will, and all this without anxiety, in the most perfect calm.

I thought to myself, "What a pitiful state I am in! If at least I thought about my sins!

It even seems like I'm happy with it.

O my God, what misery I am plunged into!"

While I entertained these thoughts, my beloved Jesus came and

He said to me:

"My daughter,

those who live here on earth and breathe the air that everyone breathes are forced to feel the various variations in climate:

cold, heat, rain, hail, winds, nights, days.

But those who live up there, where the air no longer exists, are not subject to climate variations.

Because, there, there is only the perfect day.

Not feeling these mutations, they don't worry about anything at all. This is the case for the one who lives only from the divine air.

Since my Being is not subject to change but is

-always the same,

-always in peace and in perfect contentment,

what is astonishing that she who lives in Me, of my Will and of my own air,

doesn't worry about anything at all?

Would you rather live here on earth as the majority does,

that is, out of Me, with human air, passions, etc.?"

Feeling very bad as if everything was over for me,

I complained to Jesus about the total neglect He made me live.

He said to me:

"My daughter, these are the ways of God: to die and to be resurrected without ceasing. Nature itself is subject to these deaths and resurrections.

Thus, the flower is born and then dies, but to resurrect more beautiful. If she never died,

it would age, lose the vivacity of its colors, the aroma of its perfume.

Here too there is a resemblance to my Being: always old and always new.

We put the grain in the ground as if to make it die. And, indeed, it dies, to the point of becoming dust.

Then it resurrects even more beautiful, and even multiplied. That is the case for everything else.

If this happens in the natural order,

it happens much more in the spiritual order, where the soul must live these deaths and resurrections.

While it seems

-to have triumphed over everything and

-abound in fervor, in graces, in union with Me, in virtues,

and that she seems to have acquired new lives on all points, I hide and everything seems to die for her.

I beat her as a true master so that everything dies for her.

And when I see that everything is dead for her, like the sun, I appear.

And, with me, everything resurrects and becomes

more beautiful, more vigorous, more faithful, more grateful, more humble. So that if there was something human in her,

death destroyed him, resurrecting everything to a new life."

I was in my usual state, all filled with privations and bitterness, and I meditated on the Agony of Our Lord.

He said to me:

"My daughter,

I wanted to suffer the Agony in the Garden to help especially the dying to die well.

See how this Agony corresponds well to the agony of Christians:

-weariness, sadness, anguish and sweats of blood.

I felt the death of each and every one

as if I really died for everyone in particular.

Thus, I felt the weariness, sadness and anguish of each one. And, through my sufferings, I offered them help, comfort, and hope.

By feeling the death of each one, I obtained for them the grace to die in Me,

-as if their breath and mine were one, and to be immediately beatified by my Divinity.

If I suffered my Agony in the Garden especially for the dying, my Agony on the Cross was to help them.

-at their very last moment,

-to their last breath.

These were two different agonies:

-my Agony in the Garden was full of sadness, fear, anxiety and fear, while -My Agony on the Cross was filled with Peace and unperturbed calm.

If I then shouted sitio - I'm thirsty, it was extreme thirst

that I felt that all exhale their last breath in mine.

Seeing that many were going to ignore this desire, in deep sorrow,

I shouted "sitio." This "sitio" continues to be heard by everyone and everyone

like a bell at the door of their hearts:

"I thirst for you, O soul. Please,

-never come out of Me, but enter into Me and exhale with Me."

Thus, I dedicated six hours of my Passion to help men die well:

-the three in the Garden to help them during their agony and

-the three on the Cross to help them with their very last breath.

Therefore, shouldn't everyone look at death with a smile, especially those who love me and try to sacrifice themselves on my own cross?

Do you see how beautiful death is and how much things have changed?

During my life, I was despised and my very miracles did not have the effects of my death. Even on the Cross I suffered insults

But as soon as I exhaled, My Death had the Power to change things: All of them beat their chests recognizing me as the Son of God. My disciples took courage.

Some who had stood in hiding became emboldened, claimed my body and gave me an honorable burial.

In unison, Heaven and earth confessed that I was the Son of God.

Death is something great, sublime!

Things happen like this for my own children: During their lives, they are despised, oppressed.

Their virtues, which, like light, should shine in the eyes of those around them, remain half-flying.

Their heroism in suffering,

their self-denial and zeal for souls project both

-light and

-doubts in the people around them.

And it is Myself who allows this

so that the virtue of my dear children may be preserved.

But, as soon as they die, as these veils are no longer needed, I remove them and

-doubts become certainties,

-the light is full and makes us appreciate their heroism.

We then begin to estimate everything in them, even the smallest things. Therefore, what cannot be done during life, death makes up for it.

That's how it's going here on earth.

But what happens up there is really surprising and worthy of the envy of all mortals."

I was very distressed by the deprivation of my Supreme Good.

Upon receiving communion, the holy host stopped in my throat As I tried to swallow it, I had in my throat a sweet and exquisite taste. After continuing for a long time my efforts to swallow the host,

she went downstairs and I could see her change into a baby who told me:

"Your body is my tabernacle,

your soul the ciborium that contains me and

your heartbeat - the host that allows me to transform into you.

With this difference that, - because the host is consumed, I am subject to continual deaths.

While your heartbeat, which symbolizes your love, is not subject to stop.

This allows my Life in you to be continual.

Why, then, afflict you so much with your deprivations? If you don't see me, you feel me.

If you don't feel me, you touch me.

Sometimes it is the fragrance of my perfumes that spreads around you, sometimes the light you feel invested,

sometimes a liquor that cannot be found on earth and that descends into you,

sometimes there is the simple fact that I touch you

And there are many other ways that are invisible to you."

Now, out of obedience,

I'm going to talk about those things that Jesus says happen to me often, and even when I'm fully awake.

This perfume that I am unable to describe, I call it the perfume of love. I feel it at communion, when I pray, when I work, especially when I have not seen it.

And I say to myself:

"Today you didn't come.

Don't you know, O Jesus, that I can't and won't be without you? Immediately, I feel as if invested by this perfume.

Other times, when I move or shake my bed sheets, I feel this scent and from my inside I hear Jesus say to me, "I am here."

Other times, when I am all afflicted and about to look up, a ray of light presents itself to my sight.

But I, these things, I don't really take them into account, they don't take me.

do not satisfy.

The only thing that makes me happy is Jesus himself Everything else, I receive in a certain indifference.

I wrote this out of pure obedience.

I was in my usual state and felt very mean.

Moreover, I was troubled because my confessor had told me that I had deviated a lot from my previous state and that, if it were not so, Jesus would come.

Having received communion, I complained to Jesus blessed of my privations, asking him to have the kindness to tell me what evil I am doing,

-For I would gladly give my life so as not to displease him:

"How many times have I not told you that if you see me about to offend you, even slightly, make me die."

Jesus said to me:

"My daughter, don't be troubled.

Didn't I tell you, several years ago,

-that in order to be able to chastise the world, I would not discharge myself so often on you and

-that, therefore, I would not come as often as before, although I will never abandon you.

I have also told you that, to make up for my frequent comings and goings,

I would allow mass and communion for you every day so that you can draw from it the Strength that you previously received through my continual visits.

I even came to threaten your confessor if he didn't lend himself to this.

Who does not know the punishments that have happened since then?

Whole cities destroyed, revolts, the withdrawal of my grace for those who do evil and also for the evil religious, so that this poison, these wounds that they have inside, can come out outside.

Ah! I can no longer take it, the sacrileges are enormous. Yet all this is nothing compared to the punishments to come.

If I hadn't already spoken to you like this, you'd be a little right to be alarmed.

In order to be able to live with confidence, you have to rely on two columns.

One of them is my Will.

In her there can be no sins.

My Will shatters all passions and sins, what do I say, it pulverizes them to the point of destroying their roots.

If you rely on the column of My Will,

-darkness is transformed into light,

-doubts in certainty,

-hopes in reality.

The second column to lean on is

the firm will and constant attention not to offend me, even slightly,

by laying out your will

to suffer everything,

to face everything and

-to submit to everything rather than displease me.

When the soul is continually leaning on these columns, what do I say, when these columns are for her more than her own life,

she can live with more confidence than if she lived with my continual favors, especially since I also allow this state to prepare you to leave this earth."

Being in my usual state, the good Jesus came briefly and Said to me:

"Listen, my daughter, to the miseries and weaknesses

are means to get to the port of the Divinity.

Because, feeling the burden of human misery,

the soul gets bored, bothers and seeks to get rid of itself. And, in doing so, she finds herself in God."

Then, having placed my arm around his neck, He hugged my face and disappeared. Later, He came back and I complained that He ran away like lightning, without giving me any time.

He replied:

"Since you do not like it, take Me,

tie me up as you want and don't let me run away."

I said to him: "Bravo, bravo, Jesus, what a beautiful proposal you make to me! However, can we really do this with you?

You can let yourself be tied up and hugged as much as you want but, in the middle, You disappear and do not let yourself be found. Bravo, Jesus, You want to joke with me!

But, after all, do what you want. What matters to me is that You tell me

-when I offend you and

-in what I displease you so that you do not come as before."

Jesus continued, "My daughter, don't worry.

If there is a real fault, it is not necessary for Me to say so. The soul perceives it for itself.

Because, when a sin is voluntary, it disturbs natural moods. Man undergoes as a transformation into evil.

And he feels imbued with the fault he has voluntarily committed.

Conversely, true virtue transforms the soul into the good,

-his moods remain in harmony and

-his nature feels as if imbued with gentleness, charity and peace. This is the opposite of what happens with sin.

Did you feel this upheaval in yourself?

Did you feel imbued with impatience, anger, trouble? »

And while He was saying this, He seemed to look deep inside me to see if these things were there and it seemed that they were not there.

He continued, "You have seen with your own eyes!"

I don't know why, but while He was saying that, He was making me see

-no more earthquakes with cities completely destroyed,

-revolutions and many other misfortunes. Then He disappeared.

Being in my usual state, I found myself out of my body. I saw some priests, as well as Jesus all dislocated,

whose members were seconded.

Jesus pointed to these priests and made me understand that even though they were priests, they were detached members of his body.

He complained, saying, "My daughter, how offended I am by some priests! Their superiors do not watch over their way of administering the sacraments and they expose me to enormous sacrilege.

The ones you see are separate members. Despite the fact that they offend me a lot, my Body no longer has any contact with their abominable actions.

But the others,

-which pretend not to be separated from Me and

-who continue to exercise their priestly ministry, oh! how they offend me more!

What an atrocious massacre I am exposed to, how many punishments they attract! I can't stand them anymore."

As he said this, I saw several priests fleeing from the Church and turning against her to wage war on her.

I looked at these priests with great sadness. I felt a light that made me understand

-that the origin of evil in some priests is:

that they direct souls over human things, all material,

-without strict necessity.

These human things constitute for the priest a net that

-obsesses his mind,

-makes his heart insensitive to divine things and

-hinders his steps on the path that should be his according to his ministry.

This is also a net for souls.

For because these priests are too concerned with human things, graces remain absent from them.

Oh! How much harm is committed by these priests, how much carnage of souls they do."

May the Lord enlighten everyone.

I was in my usual state.

I found myself out of my body inside a church.

Above the altar, there was the heavenly Queen with the Crying Child Jesus.

By a sign of the eyes, my heavenly Mother made me understand

-to take the Child in my arms and

-to do everything possible to calm him down.

I approached, hugged him, hugged him, and said to him:

"What's the matter, my beautiful child?" Confide in me.

Isn't love the balm and appeasement of all sorrows?

Isn't it love that makes us forget everything, that softens everything and that soothes after quarrels?

If you cry,

there must be something discordant between your love and that of creatures.

Therefore, let us love each other.

Give me your love and I, with your own love, will love you."

Who could say all the nonsense I told him like that?

He seemed to have calmed down a little, but not completely. Then he disappeared.

The next day, out of my body again,

I found myself in a garden where I was doing a Way of the Cross.

In doing so, I found myself with Jesus in my arms.

When I arrived at the eleventh station,

Jesus most holy, unable to restrain himself, stopped me and,

-bringing his mouth closer to mine,

-poured into it something that was both liquid and dense.

The liquid part, I was able to drink it, but the dense part did not want to go down,

to the point that when Jesus moved his mouth away from mine, I had to throw it back to the ground.

Then I looked at Jesus and saw that a dense, very black liquid was flowing from his mouth.

I was frightened and said to him:

"I think

-that you are not Jesus, the Son of God and Mary the Mother of God,

-but the demon.

It is true that I want you and that I love you,

-but it is only Jesus whom I want,

-never the demon.

I don't want to know anything about the devil.

I'd rather be without Jesus than deal with the devil at all."

To be more sure, I made the sign of the cross on Jesus and then on myself. So, to remove all fear from me,

Jesus took up the black liquid in him,

-this liquid whose sight I could not bear.

He said to me:

"My daughter, I am not the devil.

What you see is nothing else

-that the great iniquities that creatures do against Me, and

-which I will pour out on them.

For I can no longer keep them in Me.

I poured it into you and you couldn't hold everything back.

You threw him on the ground. I will continue to pay it on them."

While He was saying this, He made me understand what plagues He will rain from Heaven.

He will envelop people in mourning and in bitter tears.

The little He has poured into me will spare our city, at least partially. He made me see a lot of mortalities as a result of epidemics and earthquakes,

as well as other misfortunes.

So many desolations, so many miseries!

Being in my usual state, I had lost consciousness.

I saw many people fleeing Jesus most holy. He fled and fled, but wherever He went, He could not find a place. Finally, He came to me all dripping with sweat, tired and afflicted.

He threw himself into my arms, hugged me very tightly, and said to those who pursued him:

"From this soul, you cannot make me flee." Sheepish, they withdrew.

Jesus said to me:

"Girl, I can't take it anymore, give Me a little refreshment." And He began to drink from my womb. Then I reintegrated my body.

I was thinking of Jesus

-carrying his cross on the way to Calvary at the moment

where he met women and where, ignoring his sufferings,

He took care of consoling them, responding to them, and instructing them.

How all was love in Jesus!

It was he who needed to be consoled, and yet it was he who consoled. And in what state He was!

All covered with wounds,

the head pierced with sharp spines,

panting and almost dying under the cross.

However, He consoled others. What an example!

What a shame for us who only need a small cross to make us forget the duty to console others!

Then I remembered the times when, overwhelmed

by suffering or

by the deprivation of Jesus, and

filled with bitterness to the marrow of my bones,

I tried to console and teach those around me

-forgetting myself,

-incited to this by Jesus himself

in order to imitate him in this particular moment of his Passion.

Then I started thanking him.

-to be now free and exempt from being surrounded by people -

-because of the obedience that keeps me withdrawn -, which allows me to take care of myself.

Then, moving in me, Jesus said to me:

"My daughter,

-it was a comfort to Me and I felt relieved,

-especially because these women really came to do me good.

In these days,

there is truly a lack of those people who put the true inner spirit in souls:

not having it in themselves,

they are unable to infuse it into others.

They are susceptible, scrupulous, frivolous souls,

without true detachment from everything and everyone.

This produces sterile virtues that die before hatching.

And there are some who believe in advancing souls by advocating meticulousness and scruple.

Rather, they are real hindrances for souls. My love remains fasting with them.

As for you,

-as I have given you much Light on the inner ways and

-that I made you understand the Truth about true Virtues and True Love, I could by your mouth make others understand

-the Truth about the true paths of the Virtues. I was delighted about that."

I said to him:

"But, Most Holy Jesus, after the great sacrifice I had made,

these people were going gossip. Obedience has rightly forbidden the coming of these people."

He continued:

"Here's the mistake: pay attention to gossip and not to the good one has to do.

On Me too they have come together.

If I had stopped at these tales, I would not have accomplished the redemption of men.

Therefore, it is necessary to take care of

-what we have to do and

-not what people say.

As for gossip, it remains the account of those who make it."

Finding me in my usual state, Jesus the Most Holy came in the form of a child. He kissed me, squeezed me and stroked me for a long time.

I was surprised that He gave me such displays of affection, me so miserable. I returned these signs of affection to him, but timidly.

Through a light that came out of Him, He made me understand that when He comes it is always a great blessing,

-not only for me,

-but also for the whole world

Because by loving a soul and pouring into it, He reaches all of humanity.

In fact, in this soul, there are several links linking it to all the others: links

resemblance,

paternity or filiation,

of fraternity, of having all been created by his hands,

to have all been redeemed by Him, so that all are marked with His Blood.

Therefore, when He loves and gives favors to a soul,

others too are loved and favored,

if not completely, at least partially.

That is why, coming to me during this time of plagues and kissing me, stroking me and looking at me,

Most Holy Jesus wanted to join all other creatures and

save them in part, if not completely.

Afterwards, I saw a young man, I believe he was an angel, who marked those who were to be affected by plagues.

He seemed to go to a large number of people,

I was in my usual state and Jesus Most Holy did not come.

I thought to myself, "How Jesus has changed, how He no longer loves me as before!

Before I was permanently bedridden, while there was cholera, He had told me that if I accepted this suffering for a few days, He would stop cholera, and as I accepted it, the plague ceased.

But, now that He continually holds me in bed,

we hear about cholera, about the havoc He wreaks on poor people.

And He doesn't want to listen to me. It's as if He doesn't want to use me anymore."

As I said this, I looked inside and saw Jesus who, with his head raised, looked at me and listened to me all tender.

When He saw that I had realized that He was looking at me, He said to me:

"My good daughter, how you bother me!

You want to win by force, don't you?

It's good, it's good, but it doesn't bother me anymore." Then He disappeared.

I was in my usual state

It seemed to me that my confessor wanted me to suffer the crucifixion. After a few quarrels, the benevolent Jesus cooperated somewhat and He said to me.

"My daughter, because of the world, I can't take it anymore.

Many fill me with indignation and tear the plagues out of my hands

by force." While He was saying this, it seemed to me that a heavy rain was damaging the vineyards.

So I prayed for my confessor who seemed to be there.

I wanted to take his hands so that Jesus would touch him, and it seemed to me that Jesus did so. I prayed to Jesus to tell this priest what He expected of him. Jesus said to him:

«I want Love, the thirst for Truth and Righteousness.

What contributes the most to making a creature different from me is not possessing these three qualities."

Then, pronouncing the word Love, he seemed to seal with Love.

-all members,

-the heart and

-the intelligence of the priest. Oh! How good Jesus is!

Later, when I told my confessor what I wrote on the 9th of this month, I hesitated and thought to myself, "How I wish I didn't have to write these things!

Is it true that Jesus suspends the plagues to satisfy me, or is it my imagination?"

Jesus said to me: "My daughter, Justice and Mercy are in continual struggle.

But mercy wins more often than Justice.

When a soul is perfectly united to my Will, it takes part in my actions.

And when she is satisfied by her suffering,

Mercy obtains its most beautiful victories over Justice.

Since I delight in crowning all my attributes of Mercy,

including Justice, when I see Myself bothered by a soul united to Me.

So, to satisfy her, I yield before her

since she has abandoned everything of herself in my Will.

This is why I don't come when I don't want to give in. Because I don't think I can resist.

So where does your doubt come from?"

This morning I was in my usual state.

Jesus most holy came briefly and Said to me:

"My daughter, every virtue is a heaven that the soul acquires.

Thus, the soul is formed as many heavens as it acquires virtues.

These skies

overcome in the soul all human inclinations, destroy all that is earthly and

make her walk freely

in the purest spaces,

in the most holy delights,

in the heavenly divine perfumes,

and make him taste in anticipation a little of the eternal Joys." Then He disappeared.

Having received communion, I felt all transformed into a most holy Jesus and I said to myself:

«How can we maintain this transformation into Jesus?"

Then I thought I heard Jesus inwardly say to me:

"My daughter, if you want

-to remain always transformed in Me, and

-even to be one with Me:

love Me always.

Thistransformation into Me will be maintained.

In fact, love is a fire.

Any piece of wood thrown into it, small or large, green or dry,

takes the form of this fire and

turns into fire itself

After several pieces of wood were burned,

-they are no longer distinguished from each other,

-including the pieces that were green of those that were dry. We only see the fire.

So it is for the soul that never ceases to love me.

Love is the fire that transforms the soul into God.

Love unites. Its flames

-invest all human actions and

-give them the form of divine actions."

I was in my usual state. I prayed to my Jesus with love

-to obtain the happy passage into the other life of a priest

-who had been my confessor for several years.

I said to my beloved Jesus:

"Remember

how many sacrifices he made,

how zealously he worked for your honor and glory, and

everything he did for me? How much did he not suffer?

Deign to give it back to him by making him pass straight to Heaven."

Jesus Most Holy said to me:

"My daughter, I don't look so much at sacrifices

than to the love with which they are made, and

to the union with Me in which they are made.

The more the soul is united to Me,

the more I take into consideration his sacrifices.

If the soul is very closely united with Me,

-I attach great importance to his small sacrifices because, in this union, there is the measure of love.

The measure of love is an eternal and limitless measure. On the other hand, for the soul

-who sacrifices himself a lot but

-who is not united with Me,

I look at his sacrifices as those of a stranger and

I give her the reward she deserves, a limited reward.

Imagine a father and a son who love each other very much. The son makes small sacrifices.

And the father, because of the links

paternity,

filiation and

of love, - this last bond being the strongest -,

look at these small sacrifices as if they were big things. He is triumphant,

He feels honored,

he gives all his riches to his son and

he gives him all his consideration and care.

Now consider a servant who

-works all day,

-is exposed to heat and cold,

-executes all orders to the letter and, if necessary,

-even watches at night for his boss. And what does he receive?

The miserable salary of a day.

So that if he does not work every day, he will be forced to run out of food.

This is the difference between the soul that is united to Me and the soul that is not."

While He was saying this,

I felt out of my body in the company of Jesus Most Holy and I told him:

"My sweet Love, tell me, where is this soul?"

He replied, "In purgatory.

Oh! If you saw what light he was swimming in, you would be amazed."

I said, "You say he is in purgatory and, at the same time, swimming in the light?" Jesus continued:

"Yes, he swims in the light, because this light he had in deposit.

When he died, she invested him and she will never leave him."

I understood that this light came from

of his good deeds done with purity of intention.

I was extremely distressed by the deprivation of my kind Jesus. Having received communion, I complained about his absence.

He said to me internally:

"My daughter,

there are sad things, very sad things that are happening and that are going to happen." I was terrified by these remarks.

Several days passed without Jesus coming. I only heard him say to me several times:

"My good daughter, patience, I will tell you later why I am not coming."

Thus, I sailed in bitterness, but in tranquility. I had a dream that saddened and even disturbed me a lot. Especially since, not seeing Jesus,

I had no one to turn to to be surrounded by an atmosphere of peace

which can only come from Jesus.

Oh! As is to be pityed the troubled soul.

Trouble is like an infernal air that we breathe. This air of hell

drives the celestial area of peace and

takes God's place in the soul. By its infernal fumes,

-the disorder dominates so much the soul

-that even the holiest, purest things appear to be the ugliest and most dangerous.

It makes everything messy. The soul,

-imbued with this air of hell,

-is bored by everything and by God himself.

I felt this air of hell,

-not inside me, but around me.

He was doing me so much damage that I no longer cared about jesus not coming. it even seemed to me that I did not want to see Him.

The matter was very serious.

It was the fact that I had been assured

-that I was not in a good condition

And therefore,

-that the sufferings and comings of Jesus were not the Will of God and

-that I had to put an end to it once and for all.

I am not saying everything about it because I do not think it is necessary. I write this only out of obedience.

The next night, I saw that

-water descended from the sky: a flood, to do a lot of damage and bury entire regions. This dream impressed me so much that I didn't want to see anything.

At this moment, a dove that was circling around me, said to me:

"The stirring of leaves and herbs,

-the murmur of the waters,

-the light that invades the earth,

-the movement of all nature,

-everything, everything comes from the fingers of God.

Can you imagine that only your state would not come from the fingers of God?"

Afterwards, my confessor came. I described all this to him. He told me that it was the devil who had wanted to disturb me.

When he left me,

-I was a little quieter,

-but as someone with a serious illness.

I was in my usual state.

It seemed to me that Jesus had shown himself a little and I said to him:

"Life of my life, my dear Jesus, in recent days I have been troubled. You who have been so jealous of my peace,

you have not had a single word during all these days

to give me that peace you want so much."

He replied:

"Ah! My daughter, I was on the train

to flog and destroy entire regions and

to bury human lives. That's why I wasn't coming. Today being a day of truce,

-I hastened to come and visit you

-before resuming the whip.

Know that if I did not reward

things done with purity of intent,

just works and

all that is done out of love for Me,

I would be failing in a duty relating to my Justice

and all my other attributes would be obscured.

That said, here are the three most powerful weapons.

to destroy that venomous and infernal drooling that is the disorder.

Assuming

-that the need to flog forces me not to come for a few days and

-that this air of hell would like to invest you, oppose him these three weapons:

purity of intent,

the right and good work in itself -

to be a victim, the sacrifice for Me for the sole purpose of loving Me.

Thus

thou shalt overcome any disorder and

thou shalt send him to the depths of hell.

By your indifference, you will turn the key so that he can no longer

-go out and

-come and bother you again."

Being in my usual state, Jesus the most holy came and Said to me:

"My daughter,

the Supreme Union takes place

when the soul comes to such a close union with My Will

-that it consumes all shadow of its own will, so that one can no longer distinguish

-which is my Will and

-which is his will.

Then my Will becomes the Life of this soul so that

-no matter what I have for her,

-as for the others, she is satisfied.

Everything seems appropriate to him: death, life, the cross, poverty, etc.

She considers all these things as belonging to her and serving to maintain her life.

She reaches such a point that even punishments do not frighten her.

It is filled with the Divine Will in everything.

-If I want something, she wants it too, and

-if she wants something, I grant it to her.

I do what she wants and she does what I want.

This is the last breath of the consumption of the human will in mine,

-that so many times I have asked you and

-that obedience and charity towards one's neighbour have not allowed you.

Many times,

-it is I who have yielded before you by not chastising

"But you did not yield before Me.

This forced me to hide from you, to be free.

-when Justice forced my hand and

-when the men provoked me to take the whip to punish them.

If

during the action of flogging,

I had had you with Me, with My Will, I might have limited and diminished the scourge.

Because there is no greater power in Heaven and on earth than a soul that,

-in everything and for everything, is consumed in my Will.

This soul reaches the point

-to weaken me and to

-Disarm me as he pleases. This is the supreme union.

There is also the mixed union

-in which the soul is resigned, yes,

but it does not consider my provisions

-as being her own things,

-as being his life.

She

do not revel in My Will, or

does not dissolve his own in mine.

I look at her, yes But she doesn't arrive

-that I fall in love with her,

-that I may become mad with her,

as is the case for souls in the supreme union."

This morning, Jesus most holy showed himself in my interior in an attitude of relaxation,

in order to recover from all the bitterness that creatures give Him He said to me these simple words: "You are my Paradise on earth, my comfort."

Then He disappeared.

Love is a fire and any piece of wood that is thrown into it, small or large, green or dry, takes the form of this fire and turns into fire itself.

After several pieces of wood were burned, they are no longer distinguished from each other, including the pieces that were green from those that were dry.

We only see the fire.

So it is for the soul that never ceases to love Me.

Love is the fire that transforms the soul into God.

Love unites.

His flames invest all human actions and give them the form of divine actions."

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