The Book of Heaven

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Volume 2 audio

Luisa writes out of obedience.

On the order of my confessor, on this 28th day of February of the year 1899, I begin to write what is happening day after day between Our Lord and me.

In truth, I feel a very great reluctance to do so. The effort it takes me is so great that only the Lord can know how tortured my soul is.

O holy obedience, your bond is so powerful

-that only you can persuade me to move forward

and, overtaking the almost impassable mountains of my repugnances,

-you bind me to the Will of God and the confessor.

O my Holy Bridegroom, the greater my sacrifice, the more I need your help. I don't ask you anything except that you hold me in your arms and support me. With your help, I will be able to tell only the truth,

-only for your glory and for my greatest confusion.

This morning, since the confessor was celebrating Mass, I was able to receive communion.

My mind was in a sea of confusion because of what the confessor asked me to do: to write down everything that happens in my heart.

Upon receiving Jesus, I began to speak to Him

-of my great sorrow, my inadequacies and many other things. However, Jesus did not seem to be interested in my suffering and said nothing.

A light lit my mind and I thought, "Maybe it's because of me that Jesus doesn't manifest himself as usual."

So, with all my heart, I said to him:

"Oh! Please, my Lord and my All, do not be indifferent to me

For you break my heart with pain!

If it's because of the writing, so be it.

Even if I have to sacrifice my life there, I promise to do it."

Then Jesus changed his attitude and said to me gently:

"What do you fear?

Haven't I always assisted you before?

My light will envelop you entirely and you will be able to manifest it. »

While Jesus was talking to me, I saw the confessor by his side. Jesus said to him:

"Everything you do goes all the way to heaven.

your steps,

your words and

your actions reach me.

With what purity should you act!

If your actions are pure, that is, made for Me,

I make it my delights and

I feel them surrounding me like so many messengers that make me think of you continuously.

But if they are made for earthly and vile motives, I am bothered by them."

While He was saying this,

He took the hands of the confessor and, raising them to heaven, He said:

"Let your eyes always be turned upwards. You are from heaven, work for heaven!"

These words of Jesus led me to think that

-if this is done,

everything happens for us as

when one person leaves their home to move into another.

What does it do?

First, she transfers all her belongings there, and then she goes there herself.

In the same way, we first send our works to heaven in order to prepare a place for ourselves.

And, at the time set by God, we go there ourselves. Oh! What a wonderful procession our works will make us!

As I looked at the confessor, I remembered that he had asked me to write about faith according to what Jesus taught me.

I was thinking about this when, suddenly, the Lord drew me so strongly to Him that I felt that I was leaving my body to join Him in the vault of heaven.

He said to me:

"Faith is God."

These words emitted such an intense light that it seems to me impossible to explain them; however, I will do my best.

I understood that faith is God Himself.

As material nourishment gives life to the body so that it does not die, faith gives life to the soul.

Without faith, the soul is dead.

Faith vivifies, sanctifies and spiritualizes man.

It helps him keep his eyes fixed on the Supreme Being.

so that he learns nothing of things from this world except through God.

Oh! The happiness of the soul that lives in faith! Its flight is always towards the sky.

She always sees herself in God.

When the trial comes, her faith lifts her up to God and she says to herself:

"Oh! I will be all the happier and richer in heaven!"

The things of the earth bore her, she hates them and tramples on them. The soul filled with faith resembles a person rich in millions,

possessing vast kingdoms and to whom someone would like to offer a penny.

What would that person say? Would she not be insulted?

Would she not throw that penny in the face of the person who called her out?

What if that penny was covered in mud like the things of this world and we just wanted to lend it to him?

Then the person would say:

"I possess immense riches and you dare to offer me your miserable muddy penny.

And, moreover, for a time only?"

It would refuse the offer immediately.

This is the attitude of the soul of Faith towards the goods of this world.

Now back to the idea of food.

When a person absorbs food, his body is not only raised,

but the absorbed substance is transformed into his body.

So it is with the soul that lives in faith. By nourishing oneself with God,

- it absorbs the substance of God.

And, as a result, she looks more and more like him. She is transformed into him.

Since God is Holy, the soul that lives in faith becomes holy. Since God is Powerful, the soul becomes powerful.

Since God is Wise, Strong and Just, the soul becomes wise, strong and just. This is the case for all the attributes of God.

In short, the soul becomes a little God. Oh!

How blessed this soul is on earth and will be even more so in heaven!

I also understood that the words "I will marry you in faith" that the Lord addresses to His beloved souls mean that,

-in mystical marriage, the Lord endows the soul with its own virtues.

It looks like what happens to two spouses:

by pooling their property,

-the property of one is no longer distinct from that of the other. Both are owners.

In our case, however, the soul is poor and all its possessions come from the Lord.

Faith is like a king in the middle of his court:

all other virtues surround and serve her. Without Faith, the other virtues are lifeless.

It seems to me that God communicates the Faith to man in two ways:

-first by baptism and,

-then, by releasing into the soul a particle of its substance, which gives it the gift

-to work miracles,

-to raise the dead,

-to heal the sick,

-to stop the sun, etc.

Oh! If the world had Faith, the earth would be transformed into an earthly paradise!

Oh! How high and sublime is the flight of the soul that is exercised to the virtue of Faith.

It acts like those shy little birds that,

-for fear of hunters or traps,

nest at the top of trees or in high places.

When they are hungry, they go down to get their food.

Then they immediately return to their nest.

The most cautious do not even eat on the ground.

For safety, they transport their beaks to their nest where they swallow their food.

The soul that lives by faith is embarrassed by the goods of this world. And, for fear of being drawn to them, she doesn't even look at them. His abode is higher, beyond the things of the earth,

-especially in the wounds of Jesus Christ.

In the hollow of these holy Wounds,

-she groans, cries, prays and suffers with her husband Jesus at the sight of the misery in which humanity lies.

While the soul lives in the wounds of Jesus,

Jesus gives her a piece of her virtues for her to appropriate.

However, even though she recognizes these virtues as her own, she knows that in reality they come from the Lord.

It happens to this soul what happens to a person who receives a gift. What does it do? She accepts it and becomes its owner.

But, every time she looks at him, she thinks to herself:

"This object is mine, but it is this person who gave it to me."

So it is for the soul that the Lord transforms into his image by communicating to him a particle of his divine Being.

Since this soul hates sin,

-she has compassion for other souls and

-she prays for those who are heading towards the precipice.

She unites herself with Jesus Christ and offers herself as a victim

in order to appease divine justice and to save creatures the punishments they deserve.

If the sacrifice of his life is necessary, oh!

with what joy she will do it, if only for the salvation of one soul!

When the confessor asked me to explain to him how I perceived God,

I told him that it was impossible for me to answer his question.

In the evening, my sweet Jesus appeared to me and almost reproached me because of my refusal.

Then he passed two very bright rays through me.

By the first, I understood intellectually that

Faith is God and God is Faith.

This is how, above, I was able to try to say something about faith.

Now, following the second ray,

I will try to explain how I perceive God.

When I am out of my body and in the heights of heaven, I feel like I see God as inside a light.

God seems to be this Light himself. In this light are found

-beauty, strength, wisdom, immensity, infinite height and depth.

God is present even in the air we breathe.

Thus, we breathe it and we can make it our own life. Nothing escapes God and nothing can escape Him.

This light seems to be completely voice, although it does not speak It seems to be completely action, despite the fact that it is always at rest. It is everywhere, despite having its own center.

O God, how incomprehensible you are!

I see you, I feel your presence, you are my life and you lock yourself in me, but you remain immense and lose nothing of yourself.

I really feel like I'm stuttering and not saying anything worthwhile about God. To express myself in human words,

I will say that I see reflections of God everywhere in creation:

in some places, these reflections are beauty,

to others, they are perfume,

to others, they are light, especially in the sun.

The sun seems to me to be particularly representative of God.

I see God as hidden within this sphere which is the king of all the stars. What is the sun? Nothing but a globe of fire.

This globe is unique but its rays are multiple.

The globe represents God and his rays, the infinite attributes of God. The sun is at the same time fire, light and heat.

The Most Holy Trinity is thus represented by the sun,

the fire representing the Father,

the light, the Son and

warmth, the Holy Spirit.

Although the sun is fire, light and heat, it is one.

Just as in the sun fire cannot be separated from light and heat,

-thus the power of the Father,

-that of the Son and

-that of the Holy Spirit are inseparable.

It is inconceivable that the Father takes precedence over the Son and the Holy Spirit, or vice versa. For all three have the same eternal origin.

Just as sunlight diffuses everywhere, God is present everywhere by his immensity.

However, the comparison with the sun here is flawed.

Since the sun cannot reach the places where its light cannot penetrate. While God is present absolutely everywhere.

God is pure spirit.

The sun also adjusts to this aspect of God

since its rays penetrate everywhere while no one can grasp them.

Like the sun, which is in no way affected by the ugliness of the objects it can illuminate, God sees all the iniquities of men.

-while remaining perfectly pure, holy and immaculate.

The sun spreads its light

-on fire but does not burn,

-on the sea and rivers, but does not drown.

It illuminates everything, fertilizes everything, gives life to everything by its warmth, but it loses nothing of its light or its heat.

Despite all the good he does to creatures, he needs no one and always remains the same: majestic, brilliant and unchanging.

Oh! How easy it is to see the divine attributes through the sun! By its immensity,

-God is present in the fire but does not consume Himself;

-it is present in the sea but does not drown;

-it is present under our footsteps but is not crushed.

-He gives to all without getting poorer and needs no one.

-He sees everything and hears everything.

-He knows every fiber of our hearts and every one of our thoughts although, being pure mind, he has neither eyes nor ears.

Man can deprive himself of sunlight and its beneficial effects,

-but it does not affect the sun in any way: t

-all the evil resulting from this deprivation falls on man

without the sun being affected in the slightest.

While sinning,

-the sinner distances himself from God and thus loses the enjoyment of his beneficial presence,

-but it does not affect God in any way. Evil returns to the sinner.

The roundness of the sun symbolizes the eternity of God

which has no beginning or end.

The sunlight is so intense that you can't fix it for long without being dazzled.

If the sun were to approach men, they would be reduced to ashes.

This is the case with the divine Sun:

-no created spirit can penetrate it, if one tried to do so,

-one would be dazzled and confused.

If, while we still inhabit our mortal body,

the divine Sun wanted to show us all his love,

-we would be reduced to ashes.

In short, God sows reflections of Himself in all creation. This creates in us the impression of seeing and touching Him.

Thus, we are continually joined by Him.

After the Lord told me the words:

"Faith is God",

I asked him, "Jesus, do you love me?"

He replied, "And you, do you love me?" I repeat:

«Yes, Lord, and you know that without you,

I feel like there's no life in me."

Jesus continued:

"So you love me and I love you! So, let's love each other and always stay together." Thus ended our meeting,

by the time the morning ended.

Who could say all that my mind has grasped about the divine Sun? I feel like I see And touch Him everywhere.

I feel clothed in it, inside and out.

However, even though I know some things about God, as soon as I see Him, I feel like I haven't understood anything. Worse still, I seem to have said nothing but nonsense.

I hope that Jesus will forgive me for all my nonsense.

I was in my usual state when my kind Jesus was embittered and afflicted.

He told me:

"My daughter,

My righteousness has become too heavy and the offenses I receive from men are so numerous that I can no longer bear them.

Thus, the scythe of death will soon have much to reap, either suddenly or through diseases.

The punishments I will send will be so numerous that they will constitute a kind of judgment."

I cannot say how many punishments he showed me and how terrified I was of them. The pain I feel is so great that I find it better to be silent.

But, since obedience requires it, I continue. I thought I saw streets strewn with human flesh,

the blood-flooded ground and several cities besieged by enemies who did not even spare the children.

It looked like furies out of hell

having no respect for priests or churches.

The Lord seemed to be sending a chastisement from heaven – I don't know what it was –

It seemed to me that all of us were going to receive a fatal blow.

and that some would die while others would recover.

I have also seen plants die and many other misfortunes affect the harvest.

Oh! My god! What a pain to see these things and be forced to talk about them!

"Ah! Lord, calm down!

I hope that your blood and wounds can heal us.

Rather, pour out your chastisements on the sinner that I am, for I deserve them.

Or take me and do with me what you want.

But as long as I live, I will do everything to oppose these punishments."

This morning, my beloved Jesus showed himself in a stern aspect and not full of gentleness and affability as usual.

My mind was in a sea of confusion and my soul annihilated,

especially because of the punishments that Jesus had shown me in recent days. Seeing Jesus in this state, I did not dare to speak to him.

We looked at each other in silence. O my God, what suffering! Suddenly, I also saw the confessor and, sending me a ray of intellectual light,

Jesus said, "Charity!

Charity is nothing but an outpouring of the divine Being on all creation which,

all of us, speak of my love for men and invite them to love me.

For example, the smallest flower in the fields said to the man: "See, by my delicate perfume.

Always looking to the sky, I pay homage to our Creator. You too, may your actions be fragrant, pure and holy.

Do not offend our Creator by afflicting Him with the bad smell of evil deeds.

O man, please do not be foolish in always looking at the earth.

Instead, look to the sky.

Your destiny, your homeland, is up there. There is our Creator and He is waiting for you."

The water that flows continuously before the eyes of men says to them: "Look, I come from the night and I have to sink and run.

until I return to where I came from.

You too, O man, run, but run to the bosom of God from where you come. Oh! Please do not run on the wrong paths, those that lead to the precipice. Otherwise, woe to you!"

Even the wildest animals tell man:

"See, O man, how fierce you must be towards all that is not God.

When someone approaches us,

we sow fear with our roars,

so that no one dares to approach us anymore and come to disturb our loneliness.

You too,

when the stench of earthly things, that is, of your violent passions,

-risk of falling into the abyss of sin,

you can ward off any danger

-by the roar of your prayers and

-by fleeing the opportunities of sin."

And so on for all the other creatures.

With one voice, they say to each other and repeat to man:

"See, O man, our Creator created us out of love for you We are all at your service.

So don't be ungrateful.

Please, love!

We repeat it to you, love! Love our Creator!"»

Then my kind Jesus said to me:

"All I desire,

-it is that you love God and

-that you love your neighbor out of love for God.

See how much I have loved men, they who are so ungrateful! How do you want Me not to chastise them?"

At that moment, I thought I saw a terrible hailstorm and a great earthquake causing great damage, to the point of destroying plants and people.

Then, soul filled with bitterness, I said to Jesus:

My ever kind Jesus, why are you so outraged?

If men are ungrateful, it is not so much out of malice as out of weakness. Ah! If they knew you only a little,

how humble and thrilling they would be with love for you! Please calm down.

In particular, spare my city Corato and my loved ones."

While I was saying this,

I understood that something was still going to happen in Corato,

but that it would be little compared to what was going to happen in other cities.

This morning, as I carried me with him, my most sweet Jesus made me see the multitude of sins that are committed on earth.

It is impossible for me to describe them because they are so horrible and numerous.

In the air, I could see a huge star whose center contained black fire and blood.

It was so horrible to see that it would be better to die than to live in such sad times.

Elsewhere, volcanoes with multiple craters were seen flooding the neighboring country with lava. We also saw fanatical people who kept lighting fires.

As I watched this, my kind Jesus said to me all afflicted:

"Have you seen how they offend me and what I am preparing for them? I withdraw from the land of men."

While he was telling me this, we came back to my bed. I understood that because of this withdrawal of Jesus,

the men were going to commit

-even more misdeeds,

-more murders, and

-stand against each other.

Then Jesus took his place in my heart and began to sob, saying:

"O man, how I love you!

If you knew how sad it bothers me to have to chastise you! But my Justice obliges me to do so.

O man, O man, how sorry I am with your destiny!"

Then He burst into tears, repeating these words several times. How to express

-the pity, the fear, the torment that invades my soul,

-especially seeing Jesus so afflicted.

I tried to hide my sorrow from him as best I could To console him, I told him:

"O Lord, you will never chastise man like this! Divine Bridegroom, do not cry.

As you have done so many times before, you will pour out your chastisements on me.

You will make me suffer.

Thus, your righteousness will not compel you to chastise your people."

Jesus continued to weep and I repeated to Him:

"Listen to me a little.

Didn't you put me in this bed so that I would be a victim for others?

Maybe I wouldn't have been ready to suffer the previous times

for you to spare your creatures? Why don't you want to listen to me now?"

Despite my poor words, Jesus kept crying.

Then, unable to take it anymore, I opened the dam of my tears too, saying:

"Lord,

-if you intend to chastise men,

-I too cannot bear to see your creatures suffering so much.

Consequently

-if you really want to send them plagues and

that my sins make me unworthy to suffer in their place,

-I want to leave,

"I don't want to live on this earth anymore."

Then the confessor came.

As He challenged me with obedience, Jesus withdrew and it all ended.

The next morning,

I always saw Jesus hiding in the depths of my heart. Even there, people came to trample on Him.

I was doing everything I could to free him and, turning to me, he said:

"Do you see how ungrateful men have become? They force me to chastise them.

I cannot do otherwise.

And you, my dear daughter, after seeing me suffer so much,

may you carry the crosses with even more love, and even with delight."

This morning, my beloved Jesus continued to manifest himself in my heart. Seeing that he was a little more joyful,

I took my courage with both hands and

I begged him to reduce the punishments.

He told me:

"Oh! My daughter, what prompts you to beg me not to chastise my creatures?"

I replied:

"Because they are in your image, and when they suffer, you too suffer."

He continued with a sigh:

"Charity is dear to me to a point that you cannot understand. It is simple as my being is simple.

Although simple, my being is immense, to the point that there is no place where it does not penetrate.

This is the case with charity: being simple, it spreads everywhere.

It has no regard for anyone in particular, whether it is

a friend or an enemy,

of a citizen or a foreigner, she loves everyone."

This morning, when Jesus showed up, I was afraid that it was not him, but the devil. After my usual protests,

Isaid to me:

"Girl, do not be afraid, I am not the devil. Besides, if the devil speaks of virtue,

it is a virtue with rose water and not a true virtue. He cannot infuse virtue into the soul, but only talk about it.

If, at times, he makes the soul believe that he wants it to do some good,

it cannot persevere in it and,

while she does, she is nonchalant and restless.

«I am the only one who can infuse myself into hearts

that they may practice virtue and

may they suffer with courage, serenity and perseverance.

Besides, since when does the devil seek virtue? Rather, it is the vices he is looking for.

So don't be afraid and be peaceful."

This morning, Jesus carried me out of my body and showed me several people arguing. Oh! How pained He was!

Seeing him suffer in this way, I asked him to shed his suffering in me.

He did not want to do so, since He persists in His intention to chastise the world.

However, after much insistence on my part,

He ended up answering me by pouring into me a little of his suffering.

Then, somewhat relieved, He said to me:

"The reason why the world is in such a lamentable state,

it is that he has lost all spirit of submission to his leaders.

And as God is the first leader against whom he rebels,

he lost all submission

to the Church,

its laws and

to any legitimate authority.

Ah! My daughter

what will happen to all these beings infected by the bad example of those themselves?

who are called to be

their leaders,

their superiors,

their parents, etc.?

Ah! We get to the point where

-nor the parents,

-nor kings,

-neither the princes will be respected.

They will be like vipers poisoning each other.

So you can see

-how necessary punishments are and

-why death must come to destroy almost entirely my creatures.

The small number of survivors will learn,

-at the expense of others,

to become humble and obedient.

Therefore, let Me do it.

Don't try to stop me from punishing my people."

This morning, my adorable Jesus showed himself on the cross. He communicated his suffering to me, saying:

"There are many wounds from which I suffered on the cross, but there was only one cross.

Thus, there are many ways in which I attract souls to perfection.

But there is only one heaven where these souls must gather. If the soul misses this heaven,

there is no other who can offer him a blessed eternity."

He added:

"There was only one cross, but this cross was made up of various pieces of wood.

Thus, there is only one heaven but, in this sky, there are different places, more or less glorious, attributed according to the degree of suffering that one will have endured here on earth.

Ah! If we knew how precious suffering is,

we would compete with each other to suffer more!

But this science is not recognized

Thus, men hate what could make them richer for eternity."

After a few days of deprivation and tears, I was all confused and devastated. Internally, I kept repeating:

"Tell me, O my Good, why have you distanced yourself from me?

In what way have I offended you so that you no longer come or that, when you come, you remain almost hidden and silent.

Please don't make me wait any longer because my heart can no longer bear it!

»

Finally, Jesus manifested Himself a little more clearly, and seeing me so devastated, He said to me:

"If you knew how much I love humility.

Humility is the smallest of plants, but its branches rise to heaven,

-surrounding my throne and penetrating deep into my Heart.

The branches produced by humility correspond to trust.

In short, no true humility without trust. Humility without trust is a false virtue."

These words of Jesus show that my heart was

-not only annihilated

-but also discouraged.

My soul continued to feel devastated and in fear of losing Jesus. He suddenly showed himself and said to me:

"I keep you in the shadow of my Charity.

Since this shadow penetrates everywhere, my love keeps you hidden everywhere and in everything. Why are you afraid?

How can I forsake you

while you are so deeply rooted in my love?"

I would have liked to ask him why he was not showing up as usual.

But he disappeared without giving me time to say a single word. O my God, what suffering!

I was still in the same state.

This morning, I was particularly immersed in bitterness. I had almost lost hope that Jesus would come.

Oh! So many tears shed! It was the last hour and Jesus still hadn't come. My God, what to do? My heart was beating very hard.

My pain was so intense that I felt in agony.

Inwardly, I say to Jesus:

"My good Jesus, don't you see that I am dying! At least tell me that it is impossible to live without you.

Despite my ingratitude in the face of all your graces, I love you very much.

And, to repair my ingratitude, I offer you the cruel suffering caused to me by your absence.

Come, Jesus! Be patient, you are so good! Don't make me wait any longer! Come! Ah!

Don't you know that love is a cruel tyrant! Do you have no compassion for me?"

I was in this lamentable state when Jesus finally came. In a voice filled with compassion, He said to me:

"I'm here, don't cry anymore, come to me!"

In an instant, I found myself out of my body in his company. I looked at him, but with such fear of losing him again that my tears began to flow.

Jesus continued:

"No, don't cry anymore! See how I suffer.

Look at my head, the thorns have penetrated so deeply that you can't see them anymore.

See the many wounds and blood all over my body. Come up and console Me."

Focusing on his sufferings, I somewhat forgot about mine. I started with those of his head. Oh!

I was so sorry to see the thorns so deep in his flesh that they could barely be removed!

As I worked hard to do so, he groaned in pain. When I had finished tearing off her crown of broken thorns I braided her again.

Then, knowing what great pleasure jesus can be given by suffering for him, I pushed it on my own head.

Then He made me kiss His wounds one by one. And, for some, He wanted me to suck the blood. I did whatever He desired, albeit in silence.

The Most Holy Virgin came and said to me:

"Ask Jesus what He wants to do with you."

This morning, Jesus came and took me to a church. There I attended Holy Mass and received communion from his hands.

Then I clung so hard to his feet that I couldn't detach them anymore.

Remembering the suffering of the last days caused by his absence, I was so afraid of losing him again that I said to him crying:

"This time, I won't let you go because, when you leave me, you make me suffer too much and wait too long."

Jesus said to me:

"Come into my arms

May I comfort you and make you forget the sufferings of these last days."

As I hesitated to do so, He stretched out his hands to me and lifted me up. Then He squeezed me on His Heart saying:

"Do not be afraid, for I will not abandon you.

This morning, I want to please you. Come with Me into the tabernacle."

Thus, we withdrew into the tabernacle. There

-sometimes He kissed me and I kissed him,

-sometimes I rested in him and he rested in me,

-sometimes I could see the offenses He was receiving

and I made acts of reparation accordingly.

How to describe Jesus' patience in the Blessed Sacrament? Just thinking about it leaves me amazed.

Then Jesus made me see the confessor who came to bring me back to my body and he said to me, "It's enough now, go, because obedience calls you."

So, I felt

-that my soul was coming back into my body and

-that, in fact, the confessor challenged me in the name of obedience.

Today, Jesus came without much delay.

He told me:

«You are my tabernacle.

For Me, being in the Holy Sacrament is like being in your heart.

Even though I find in you something more:

I can share my sufferings with you and

to have you with Me as a victim before divine justice, which I do not find in the sacrament.

In saying this, He took refuge in me.

While He was in me, He made me feel

sometimes the bites of the thorns,

sometimes the sufferings of the cross,

sometimes the sufferings of his Heart.

I saw, around his Heart, a braid of barbed wire that made him suffer a lot.

Ah! How pity I felt to see him suffer like this!

I would have liked to take upon myself his suffering, and with all my heart I begged him to give me his wounds and suffering.

He said to me:

"Girl, what offends my Heart the most is

-sacrilegious masses and

-hypocrisy."

I understood from these words that a person

-can outwardly express love and praise to the Lord and

-be internally ready to poison him;

-it may seem outwardly glorify and honor God

-while she seeks inwardly glory and honors for herself.

Every work done out of hypocrisy, even the most ostensibly holy,

-is poisoned and

-fills the Heart of Jesus with bitterness.

I was in my usual state when Jesus invited me to go and see what His creatures were doing.

I said to him:

"My adorable Jesus, this morning I don't want to go and see how much you are offended. Let's stay here together."

But Jesus insisted that we go for a walk. Wanting to please him, I said:

"If you want to go out, let's go to churches because there you are less offended." So we went to a church.

But, here too, He was offended, even more than elsewhere,

-not because more sins are committed there than elsewhere,

-but because the offenses committed there come from his beloved,

of those who should expend themselves body and soul for his honor and glory.

That is why these offenses hurt his Heart so deeply.

I have seen devout souls who,

because of futile concerns, they had not prepared well for communion.

instead of thinking of Jesus, their minds were occupied by vetilles.

Ah! How pity Jesus is on those souls who feel sorry for themselves! They fix their attention on trifles, without the slightest glance for Jesus.

Jesus said to me:

"My daughter,

see how these souls prevent me from pouring out my graces in them.

I do not stop at trifles but at the love with which one comes to Me. Instead of worrying about the things of love,

-these souls attach themselves to straw fetuses. Love can destroy straw but,

-even abundant, straw can not increase love in any way.

It is even the opposite, the straw of personal concerns diminishes love.

The worst thing for these souls is that they

become disturbed and

waste a lot of time.

They like to spend hours talking with their confessor about all these trifles.

But never make courageous resolutions to overcome these trivialities.

And what should I say, O my daughter, about certain priests? It can be said that they

-act almost satanically

by becoming idols for the souls they lead.

Oh! Yes! It is above all these sons who pierce my Heart.

For if others offend me more, they offend the members of my body,

while these offend me where I am most sensitive,

-that is, in the depths of my Heart."

How to describe the torments of Jesus? As He said these words, He wept bitterly.

I did my best to console him.

Then, together, we came back to my bed.

This morning I was in my usual state when, suddenly, I found myself unable to move. I realized that someone was entering my little room, closing the door, and approaching my bed.

I thought this person had sneaked in without my family noticing. So what was going to happen to me?

I was so scared

-that my blood froze in my veins and that I trembled with my whole being.

My God, what to do? I thought to myself:

"My family didn't see it. I am all numb and I cannot defend myself or call for help. Jesus, Mary, help me! Saint Joseph, defend me! »

When I realized that he was climbing on my bed to snuggle up to me, my fear was such that I opened my eyes and asked him, "Tell me who you are?"

He replied, "The poorest of the poor; I am homeless.

I come to you if you will keep me with you in your little room. See, I'm so poor that I don't even have clothes. But you're going to take care of that."

I looked at it.

He was a boy of about five or six years old, without clothes, without shoes. He was very handsome and graceful.

I replied:

"As for me, I would gladly keep you, but what will my father say? I am not free to do what I want. I have parents who prevent me from doing so.

As for clothes for you, I can provide for them with my poor labors and I will sacrifice myself if necessary. But it is impossible for me to keep you here.

Besides, don't you have a father, a mother, a home?" The little boy replied sadly:

"I don't have anyone. Oh! Please don't let me wander anymore, take me with you! »

I didn't know what to do. How to keep it? A thought touched my mind:

"Could it be Jesus? Or maybe a demon came to disturb me?"

Again, I said, "Tell me at least who you are." He repeated, "I am the poorest of the poor."

I resumed: "Have you learned to make the sign of the cross?- Yes," he said.

So, do it. I want to see how you do it." So he made the sign of the cross.

Afterwards, I added: "Can you recite the 'Hail Mary?' -

Yes, he replied, but if you want me to recite it, let's do it together."

I began the "Hail Mary"

and He said it with me when, suddenly, the purest light gushed from his forehead.

Then, in the poorest of the poor, I recognized Jesus.

In an instant, by His light, He made me lose consciousness and pulled me out of my body.

I felt very confused in front of him, especially because of my many rebuffs.

I said to him:

"My dear little one, forgive me.

If I had recognized you, I would not have refused you to enter. And then, why didn't you tell me it was you?

I have so much to tell you.

I would have told you instead of wasting my time on trivialities and fear unnecessarily.

Besides, to keep you, I don't need my family.

I am free to keep you, because you do not allow anyone to see you."

As I spoke like this, He left, leaving me with my sorrow for not being able to tell Him everything I wanted. It all ended like this.

Today I meditated on the dangers to our souls that come from human praise. As I examined myself

to see if there was in me complacency in the face of human praise,

Jesus said to me:

When a heart is filled with self-knowledge,

the praises of men are like the waves of the sea

that rise and overflow, but without ever going beyond their borders.

When praises make their cries heard and approach the heart,

-seeing that it is surrounded by the solid walls of self-knowledge,

-they do not find a place there and

-withdraw without causing any damage.

You must give no importance to the praise or contempt of creatures."

Today, while my kind Jesus was manifesting, I had the impression

-that he projected into me rays of light

-penetrating me completely.

Suddenly, I found myself out of my body in the company of Jesus and my confessor.

Immediately, I prayed to my beloved Jesus

-to kiss my confessor and

-to snuggle up for some time in his arms (Jesus was a child).

To please me,

he promptly kissed the confessor on the cheek, but without detachment from me.

All disappointed, I told him:

"My little Treasure,

-I would have liked you to kiss him not on the cheek, but on the mouth so that,

-touched by your very pure lips,

his are sanctified and healed of their weakness.

Thus, they could proclaim your word more freely and sanctify others.

Please answer me!"

Jesus then gave him a kiss on the mouth and said:

"I am so proud of souls detached from everything,

-not only on the emotional level,

-but also on the effective level.

As they strip away,

-my light invades them and

-they become transparent like crystal,

so that

-nothing prevents the light of my sun from penetrating into them,

-unlike buildings and other material things in relation to the material sun."

He added:

"Ah! These souls

-believe they are stripping but,

-in reality, they are clothed

spiritual things and even bodily things.

For my providence is concerned in a special way with the stripped souls.

My providence accompanies them everywhere.

They seem to have nothing, but they have everything."

Then

we left the confessor to go to several pious people who seemed to work solely for their personal interests.

Stepping forward in the midst of them, He said:

"Woe to you who work solely for the purpose of making money!

You already have your reward."

This morning, Jesus appeared to me so afflicted and suffering that He provoked in my heart a lot of compassion. I did not dare to question him.

We looked at each other in silence.

From time to time, He would give me a kiss and then, in turn, I would kiss Him. He has shown himself to be this way a few times.

Last time, He showed me the Church and said, "The Church is modeled on heaven.

Like heaven where there is a leader, who is God.

As well as many saints of different conditions, orders and merits.

There is in my Church

a leader, who is the pope -

with, on its head, the triple crown tiara symbolizing the Most Holy Trinity

-

-as well as many people dependent on him, namely dignitaries, the various orders, superior and inferior. All are there to beautify my Church.

Everyone is given a role, according to their position in the hierarchy.

The virtues that flow from the faithful fulfillment of their roles exude such an aroma that the earth and the sky are perfumed and illuminated.

The people are attracted by this fragrance and light, and are thus led to the Truth.

Following what I have just told you,

I ask you to stop for a moment at the infected members of my Church who,

instead of flooding it with light, cover it with darkness.

What trouble they are causing him!"

Then I saw the confessor near Jesus.

Jesus stared at him with a penetrating glance and, turning to me,

He said to me:

"I want you to have full confidence in your confessor,

even in the smallest things,

so that there is no difference between Him and Me. Whenever you trust him by listening to his words, I will be of the same opinion as him."

These words of Jesus reminded me of some of the temptations of the devil that had made me a little suspicious.

But, by his vigilance, Jesus corrected me

At the very moment, I felt freed from this mistrust.

May the Lord be blessed forever,

he who takes such great care of my miserable and sinful soul!

This morning, Jesus barely showed himself.

My mind was confused and I couldn't explain his absence when, suddenly, I felt surrounded by many spirits—angels, I think.

From time to time, while I was in their midst, I looked around in the hope of at least feeling the breath of my Beloved, but there was no indication of his presence.

Suddenly, I felt a sweet breath behind my shoulders and immediately shouted:

"Jesus, my Lord!"

He replied:

"Luisa, what do you want?"

I continued:

"Jesus, my Beloved, come, do not stay behind my shoulders for I cannot see you.

I was waiting for you and I looked for you all morning.

I thought I could find you in the middle of these angelic spirits surrounding my bed.

But I didn't find you.

So, I became very tired, because without you, I can't rest. Come, we will rest together."

Then Jesus came near me and held my head.

The angels said to Jesus:

"Lord, she recognized you very quickly,

"Not by the sound of your voice, but by your breath, and she called you immediately!"

Jesus answered them:

"She knows me and I know her. It is as intimate to me as the pupil of my eye." While he was saying this, I found myself in the eyes of Jesus.

How do I explain what I felt in those very pure eyes? Even the angels were amazed!

Several times during the day, while I was meditating, Jesus came near me. He told me:

"My person is surrounded by the actions of souls like a garment. The more pure their intentions and their love intense,

the more splendor they give me.

For my part, I give them more glory, so much so that on the day of judgment,

I will make them known to the whole world

so that they may know how much they have honored me and how much I honor them." With a grieving look, He added:

"My daughter,

what will happen to souls who have done so many deeds, no matter how good,

-without purity of intent,

-out of habit or selfishness?

What shame they will feel on the day of judgment when they see these actions,

-good in itself,

-but tarnished because of their imperfect intentions.

Instead of honouring them, they will be a source of shame for themselves and for many others.

In fact, it is not the magnitude of the actions that matters to me but the intention with which they are made."

Jesus remained silent for some time as I pondered the words

that He had told me

-on the purity of intention and also

-on the fact that by doing good,

creatures must die to themselves and become one with the Lord.

Jesus added:

"It is so: my Heart is infinitely great. But the door to enter it is very narrow.

No one can come to fill his void, except the stripped down and simple souls.

Since its door is narrow,

-the slightest hindrance

-the shadow of an attachment,

-an intention that is not straight,

-an action that is not intended to please me prevents them from coming to delight in it.

 Love of neighbor enters my Heart

But, for this,

-he must be so united to my own love that he becomes one with Him,

-that one cannot distinguish his love from mine.

I cannot consider love of neighbour as my own if it is not transformed into my own love."

This morning I was in a sea of afflictions because of Jesus' absence. After much suffering, Jesus came and came so close to me.

that I couldn't see him anymore.

He put his forehead against mine, leaned his face against mine, and did the same for all the other members of his body.

While He was in this position, I told Him:

"My adorable Jesus, don't you love me anymore?"

He replied, "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be so close to you."

I continued:

"How can you say that you love me if you don't let me suffer like you used to?

I'm afraid you don't want me in this state anymore.

At least free me from the confessor's annoyance."

I felt like he wasn't listening to what I was saying.

Instead, He made me see a multitude of people who were committing all kinds of sins. Indignant, He sent among them various contagious diseases, and as they died, many people became black as coal.

Jesus seemed to want to make this multitude of sinners disappear from the face of the earth. Seeing this, I begged him to pour out his bitterness in me in order to spare the people. But He didn't listen to me.

He said to me:

"The worst punishment I could send you,

to you,

priests and

to the people,

it would be to deliver you from this state of suffering

For, finding no more opposition, my Justice would then pour out in all its fury.

It would be a great misfortune for a person

-to be entrusted with a position

-to then have it removed

Because, by abusing his function,

-this person would not have benefited from it and

-would have made himself unworthy of it.'

Jesus came back several times today, but He was sad to split the soul. I tried to console him as best I could, sometimes by kissing him, sometimes by supporting his sore head, sometimes by saying words like these:

"Heart of my heart, Jesus, you are not used to showing yourself to me too suffering.

When you did it in the past,

you poured out your suffering in me and immediately changed your appearance.

But here, I am unable to console you. Who would have thought

-that after having made me share for so long your sufferings and

-after having done so much to dispose of it, are you depriving me of it now?

Suffering out of love for you was my only consolation.

It was suffering that allowed me to endure my exile on this earth. But I am now deprived of it and I do not know where to find support.

Life has become very painful for me.

Oh! Please, my Bridegroom, my Beloved, my Life, please give me back your sorrows, let me suffer!

Do not look at my unworthiness and my grave sins, but rather at your inexhaustible mercy!"

As I poured out my heart in Jesus, he approached and

He said to me:

"My daughter, it is my Justice that wants to pour out on all creatures. The sins of men have almost reached the limit

And Justice wants

-manifest his fury with brilliance and

-find redress for all these offenses.

So that you understand how full I am of bitterness.

To satisfy you a little, I will only pour my breath into you."

Bringing His lips closer to mine, He blew into me.

His breath was so bitter that I felt my mouth, my heart and my whole being intoxicated. If, on its own, his breath was bitter to this extent, what about the rest of his person?

He left me so sore that my heart was pierced.

This morning, always showing himself to be distressed, my adorable Jesus carried me out of my body and showed various offenses that He was receiving.

This time again, I asked him to pour out his bitterness in me. At first, He didn't seem to listen to me.

He simply told me:

"My daughter, charity is perfect only if it seeks only to please me.

Only then can it be called charity.

It can only be recognized by Me if it is stripped of everything."

Wanting to take advantage of these words of Jesus, I told him:

"My Beloved,

it is precisely for this reason that I ask you to pour out your bitterness in me,

-to free yourself from so much suffering.

If I also ask you to spare the creatures,

it is because I remember that on other occasions,

after chastising the creatures

then having seen them suffer so much from poverty and other things, you suffered a lot yourself.

Then, after I begged you to the point of getting tired, You took pleasure in pouring out your sufferings in me.

-in order to spare creatures and,

-then, you were very happy. Don't you remember?

Besides, aren't your creatures in your image?"

Joined by my words, he said to me:

"Because it is you, I will accede to your desire. Approach Me and drink on my side."

I approached to drink from his side,

but it was not bitterness that I drank,

but a very sweet blood that intoxicated my whole being with love and sweetness.

I was full of it, even though it wasn't what I was looking for. Turning to him, I said:

"My Beloved, what are you doing?

What flows on your side is not bitter but sweet. Oh! Please pour out your bitterness in me."

He looked at me kindly and said:

"Keep drinking, bitterness will come next."

So I started drinking again

After the sweet had flowed for some time, the bitter came. I cannot define the intensity of this bitterness.

Satiated, I stood up and, seeing the crown of thorns on his head, I removed it from him and pushed it on my own head.

Jesus seemed quite obliging

even if, on other occasions, he would not have allowed this.

How beautiful He was to see after pouring out His bitterness!

He seemed almost disarmed, without strength, and gentle as a little lamb.

I realized it was very late.

Since the confessor had come early in the morning, I did not know if he would return. Then, turning to Jesus, I said to him:

"Very sweet Jesus, do not allow me to be an embarrassment to my family or to my confessor by forcing him to return.

Oh! I beg you, make me come back into my body."

Jesus answered:

"My daughter, today, I don't want to leave you." I repeat:

"I, too, don't have the heart to leave you, but just do it for a little while,

so that my family may see me present inside my body. Then we will come back together."

After procrastinating for a long time and exchanging our farewells, He left me for a while. It was precisely lunch time and my family came to invite me.

Even though I felt that I had reintegrated my body, I was very suffering and I could not hold my head up.

The bitter and sweet I had drunk on Jesus' side left me both so full and suffering that I could not have absorbed anything else.

Bound by my word given to Jesus and under the pretext of the headache, I say to my family, "Leave me alone, I don't want anything."

Free again, I immediately began to call my adorable Jesus who, still very affable, returned.

How to say everything that happened to me today,

-the number of graces that Jesus filled with me,

-the number of things He made me understand?

After staying for a long time to soothe my sufferings, He let a succulent milk flow from his mouth.

In the evening, he left me assuring me that He would return soon.

I found myself in my body again, but a little less suffering.

For a few days,

Jesus continued to manifest himself in the same way, not wanting to detach himself from me.

It seemed as if the little suffering poured into me attracted him so much that He could not move away from me.

This morning he poured a little more bitterness from his mouth to mine, and then He said to me:

«The cross disposes the soul to patience.

It unites heaven to earth, that is, the soul to God.

The virtue of the cross is powerful.

When it enters a soul,

it has the power to remove rust from all things in the world.

The cross leads the soul to regard the things of the earth as boring, disturbing and despicable.

She makes him taste the flavor and delights of heavenly things.

However, few souls recognize the virtues of the cross. Therefore, we hate her."

By these words of Jesus, what things I have understood concerning the cross!

Jesus' words are not like ours, of which we only understand what is said.

A single one of his words spreads a Light so intense in us that we could spend the whole day in deep meditation to understand it.

Therefore, wanting to say everything would be too long and I cannot do it. A little later, Jesus returned.

He looked a little distressed.

I asked him why.

He made me see several devout souls and He said to me:

"My daughter, what I love in a soul,

-it is that she abandons her personal will.

Only then can mine

-invest in it,

-divinize it and

-make it my own.

Look at those souls who appear pious when all is well.

But who, at the slightest annoyance for example,

if their confessions are not long enough, or

if the confessor displeases them lose the peace.

Some even end up not wanting to do anything anymore. Which clearly shows

-that it is not my Will that dominates in them,

-but theirs.

Believe me, O my daughter, they have chosen the wrong path. When I see souls

-who really desire to love me,

"I have many ways of granting them my grace."

It was pitiful to see Jesus suffer for such people! I did my best to console him, and then it all ended.

This morning, I feared that it was not Jesus but rather the demon who wanted to deceive me.

Seeing me fearful, Jesus said:

"Humility attracts heavenly favors.

As soon as I find humility in a soul,

I pour out in abundance all kinds of heavenly favors.

Rather than disturbing you,

-make sure that you are filled with humility and

-don't worry about the rest."

Then He made me see several pious people,

among whom there were priests,

some of whom led a holy life.

But, as good as they were, they didn't have that spirit of simplicity that makes it possible to believe.

-the many graces and

-to the many means that the Lord uses with souls.

Jesus said to me:

I communicate myself to the humble and the simple, even if they are poor and ignorant.

For they immediately believe in my graces and they appreciate them greatly, but with those I am very reluctant.

What brings the soul closer to Me is first of all Faith.

These people, with all their science, doctrine and even holiness,

-never experience receiving a ray of celestial light. They follow the natural path

-but never manage to touch the supernatural in the slightest.

This is why, in my mortal life, there was no

not a scholar,

not a priest,

not a powerful man among my disciples.

All my disciples were ignorant and of modest condition.

Because these people were

-more humble,

-simpler and also

-better disposed to make great sacrifices for Me."

This time, my adorable Jesus wanted to have a little fun.

He would approach as if He wanted to listen to me, but as soon as I began to speak,

It disappeared like lightning.

O God, what suffering!

While my heart was bathed in this bitter pain and trembling with impatience,

He came back saying:

"What's the matter? What's wrong? Be calm! Speak, what do you want?

But as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, He disappeared."

I did everything I could to calm down, but I couldn't do it.

After a while, my heart started to twitch again, even more than before, because of the absence of its one and only comfort.

Coming back again, Jesus said to me:

"My daughter,

gentleness can change the nature of things. It can make bitterness sweet.

So be gentler!"

But he did not give him time to say a word.

That's how the morning went. Then I found myself out of my body with Jesus.

There were a crowd of people, including

-some aspired to wealth,

-others to the honors,

-others to glory or

-to something else.

There were also some who aspired to holiness. But none aspired to God Himself

All of them wanted to be recognized and considered important.

Turning to these people and nodding his head, Jesus said to them:

"You are foolish; you are working at your loss." Then, turning to me, He said to me:

"My daughter, that's why I recommend in the first place to detach

-of everything and

-of oneself.

When the soul has detached itself from everything,

-it no longer needs to struggle not to succumb to the things of the earth.

The things of the earth, indeed,

-seeing themselves ignored and even despised by the soul, say goodbye to him,

-leave and don't bother her anymore."

This morning, I was in such a state of annihilation that I had become impatient and execrable.

I saw myself as the most abominable being on earth,

like a little earthworm that turns and turns always in the same place,

-without ever being able to move forward or get out of the mud.

O my God, what misery, I am so wicked, even after receiving so many graces!

Always so benevolent to the wretched sinner that I am, the good Jesus came and said to me:

"Self-contempt is commendable if it is accompanied by the spirit of Faith. Otherwise, instead of leading to the good, it can harm the soul.

Indeed, if, without the spirit of faith, you see yourself as you are,

unable to do good, you will be carried away

-to discourage you and even

-to no longer take a single step on the way to good.

But, if you rely on Me, that is, if you allow yourself to be guided by the spirit of Faith,

-you will come to know and despise yourself but, at the same time,

-to know me better and

-to remain confident that I can do everything with my help. In this way, you will walk in the Truth."

Oh! How these words of Jesus soothed my soul! I understood that I need

-plunge into my nothingness and

-discover who I am, but without stopping there.

On the contrary, when I have seen who I am,

I must immerse myself in the immense sea of God

to withdraw all the graces that my soul needs, otherwise

my nature would get tired and

the devil would play well to lead me to discouragement.

May the Lord be blessed forever and may everything work together for His glory!

This morning, when I was in my usual state,

my adorable Jesus came with my confessor.

Jesus seemed a little disappointed with the latter.

Because, apparently, he wanted everyone to be of the opinion

that my state was god's work.

He tried to convince other priests by revealing things from my inner life to them.

Jesus turned to the confessor and said:

"This is impossible.

I myself was plagued by opposition,

even from very distinguished people, priests and other people in authority.

They found fault with my holy works,

going so far as to say that I was possessed of the demon.

I have allowed this opposition, even from religious people, so that the truth will come out more at the right time.

If you want to consult two or three priests among the best, holiest and most learned in order to be enlightened, I authorize you to do so.

But for the rest, no and no!

It would be wanting to spoil my works, to turn them into laughing stock, which I would dislike a lot."

Then Jesus said to me:

"All I ask of you is to remain righteous and simple. Don't worry about the opinions of creatures.

Let them think what they want without disturbing you in the slightest.

For by wanting to seek the approval of all, you stop imitating my own life."

This morning, my very sweet Jesus wanted me to touch my nothingness with my own hands.

The first words he spoke to me were, "Who am I and who are you?"

This double question was accompanied by two intense rays of light:

-one showed me the greatness of God and

-the other, my misery and my nothingness.

I realized that I was just a shadow,

such as those formed by the sun by illuminating the earth; These shadows depend on the sun.

As the sun moves, they cease to exist, deprived of its splendor.

So it is with my shadow, that is, with my being:

this shadow depends on God who, in an instant, can make it disappear.

What then to say about the fact that I distorted this shadow

-that the Lord had entrusted to me, and

-who didn't even belong to me?

This thought horrified me, seemed nauseating, infected and filled with worms. However, in my horrible state, I was forced to stand before holy God.

Oh! How I wish I could hide in the deepest of the abyss!

Then Jesus said to me:

"The greatest grace a soul can receive is self-knowledge.

Self-knowledge and knowledge of God go hand in hand. The more you know yourself, the more you know God.

When the soul has come to know itself,

she realizes that, alone, she cannot do anything right.

As a result, his shadow (that is, his being), is transformed into God.

She comes to do everything in God.

She is in God and walks by His side

-without looking,

-without probing,

-not to mention.

It's as if she's dead.

De facto

-being aware of the depth of its nothingness,

-she does not dare to do anything by herself,

but it blindly follows the trajectory of God.

The soul that knows itself well resembles those people who travel by steamboat. Without taking a single step, they undertake long journeys.

But everything is done thanks to the boat that carries them.

It is the same for the soul who, entrusting his life to God, makes sublime flights on the paths of perfection.

She knows, however, that she is doing them

-not by itself,

-but by the grace of God."

Oh! Like the Lord

-favors this soul,

-enriches it and

-the height of his greatest graces, knowing

-that it does not attribute anything to itself

-but gives thanks to him and

-attributes everything to him!

Happy are you, O soul who knows yourself!

This morning I was bathed in an ocean of afflictions because Jesus had not yet come.

He didn't even let me see the shadow of himself,

-as he usually does when he does not come directly, for example by letting me see his hand or arm.

My pain was so intense that I felt like my heart was being ripped out.

On the other hand, on the days when I have to receive Holy Communion (as it was going to be the case this morning),

He usually comes himself

-purify me and

-prepare me to receive it in the sacrament.

I said to him, "Holy Bridegroom, kind Jesus, what is going on? Won't you come and prepare me yourself?

How will I be able to receive you?"

The time finally came, the confessor came, but Jesus was not there.

What a heartbreaking sentence! So many tears shed!

However, after communion, I saw my good Jesus, still as benevolent to the wretched sinner that I am.

He carried me out of my body and I carried him in my arms (he had taken the form of a grieving young child).

I said to him, "My little child, my one and only Good, why didn't you come?

How have I offended you? What do you want from me to make me cry so much?" My pain was so intense that, even as I held him in my arms, I kept crying.

Before I had even finished speaking, Jesus, without answering me, brought his mouth to mine and poured his bitterness into it.

When he stopped, I would talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. Then he began to pour out his bitterness again.

Then, without answering any of my questions, he said to me:

"Let me pour out my pain in you, otherwise,

as I have chastised other places by hail,

I will chastise your region.

Let me pour out my bitterness and think of nothing else." He didn't add anything and it all ended.

My state of annihilation was still going on.

It became so deep that I didn't even dare to slip a word of it into my beloved Jesus.

This morning, having mercy on my sad state, Jesus wanted to rejoice me. Here's how.

When he showed up and as I felt all devastated and ashamed in front of him, he got so close to me that I believed that he was in me and I in him.

Then he said to me:

"My beloved daughter, what makes you suffer so much?

Tell me everything, because I will please you and remedy everything."

I did not dare to say anything to her, because I continued to perceive myself as I described her the other day, that is, very wicked.

But Jesus repeated:

"Come on, tell me what you want. Don't be afraid.

The dam of my tears burst and, seeing myself almost forced into it, I said to him:

"Holy Jesus, how not to be afflicted.

After receiving so many graces, I should no longer be wicked However, even in the good works I try to do, I mix so many flaws and imperfections that I hate myself.

How can these works appear before you, you so perfect and so holy?

And my sufferings that are becoming rarer than before, and your long delays to come, all this clearly indicates to me

that my sins, my terrible ingratitudes are the cause.

and, thus, because you are indignant against me, you refuse me even the daily bread

that you give to everyone, that is, the cross. Thus, you will eventually abandon me completely.

Is there greater affliction than that?"

Filled with compassion, Jesus hugged me on His Heart, saying:

"Don't be afraid. This morning we will do things together. I will be able to compensate for your own works."

I then had the impression that in Jesus' womb there was a fountain of water and a fountain of blood.

He plunged my soul into these two fountains, first into the water, then into the blood.

I cannot say how much my soul was purified and embellished. Then we recited together three "Glory to the Father"

He told me he was doing this in order to support my prayers and adorations.

-due to the majesty of God.

Oh! How beautiful and touching it was to pray with Jesus!

Afterwards, He said to me, "Do not be afflicted because of the lack of suffering. Would you like to get ahead of my time? I am not in a hurry. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Everything will be accomplished, but at the right time."

Then, due to a completely unforeseen providential circumstance, the viatic having passed for other sick people, I was able to receive communion.

After all that happened between Jesus and me, I cannot say how many kisses and caresses Jesus gave me. It's impossible to say everything.

After communion, I thought I saw the sacred host, and in its center I saw

-sometimes the mouth of Jesus, sometimes his eyes,

-sometimes one hand, then his whole body.

He carried me out of my body and I found myself

-first in the vault of heaven,

-then on earth in the midst of people, but always in his company. From time to time, he repeated:

"O my beloved, how beautiful you are! If you knew how much I love you! And you, how do you love me?"

Hearing this question, I thought I was dying, so confused I was. Despite everything, I had the courage to tell him:

"Jesus, unique beauty, yes, I love you very much.

And you, if you really love me, tell me, do you forgive me for all the harm I have done? But also give me suffering!"

Jesus answered:

"Yes, I forgive you and I want to satisfy you

pouring my bitterness into you in abundance." Then He gave his bitterness.

His Heart seemed to contain a full fountain, caused by the offenses of men. He poured most of it into me.

He added, "Tell me, what else do you desire?"

I replied:

"Most Holy Jesus, I commend to you my confessor. Make him a saint and grant him the health of the body.

However, is it really your will for this priest to come?"

He said, "Yes!"

I added, "If you wanted to, you would heal him."

Jesus continued, "Be quiet, don't try too hard to scrutinize my judgments." At that moment, He made me see the improvement of His bodily health and the sanctification of His soul.

Then He added, "You want to go too fast, while I, Jje do everything at the right time."

Then I entrusted my loved ones to him and prayed for sinners, saying:

"Oh! How I would like my body to burst into small pieces, as long as sinners convert."

Then I fucked his forehead, eyes, face and mouth doing different acts of worship and reparation for the offenses that the

sinners inflict on him.

Oh! How happy Jesus was, and so was I!

After getting the promise that He would never leave me again, I returned to my body and it all ended.

My adorable Jesus, full of gentleness and benevolence, continues to manifest himself.

This morning, when I was with Him, He repeated to me again:

«Tell me, what do you want?"

I answered, "Jesus, my dear, truly, what I desire most,

it is that everyone converts." What a disproportionate demand, isn't it?

Nevertheless, my kind Jesus said to me:

"I could answer you if all had the good will to be saved. And to show you that I will grant you everything you desire, let's go together to the middle of the world.

All those whom we find and who sincerely want to be saved, however evil they may be, I will give them to you."

So we went among the people in search of those who would like to be saved.

To my amazement, we found such a tiny number that it was pitiful!

Among these were my confessor, most of the priests and some of the faithful, but not all of them were from Corato.

Then He showed me various offenses that were afflicted to Him. I begged him to let me share his suffering.

And, from His mouth to mine, He poured out His bitterness.

Then He said to me, "My daughter, my mouth is too full of bitterness. Ah! Please fill it with sweetness!"

I said to him, "I would give you anything with pleasure, but I have nothing! Tell me what I can give you."

He replied:

"Let me drink the milk from your breasts, for in this way you will be able to fill me with sweetness."

Just now, he lay down in my arms and started suckling. So I was afraid that it was not the Child Jesus but the devil.

So I put my hands on his forehead and made the sign of the cross.

Jesus looked at me all joyfully, and as He continued to suck, He smiled and His sparkling eyes seemed to tell me, "I am not a demon, I am not a demon!"

Once full, He climbed on my lap and kissed me everywhere. Since I also had a bitter taste in my mouth

-because of the bitterness He had poured into me,

in my turn I wanted to suck her breasts, but I did not dare.

Jesus invited me to do so. Emboldened by his invitation, I began to suck. Oh! What heavenly sweetness came out of this blessed womb!

But, how to express these things?

Then I returned to myself, all flooded with sweetness and joy.

I must now explain that when Jesus suckles my breasts, my body does not participate in any of this. In fact, it happens when I'm out of my body.

Everything seems to happen only between the soul and Jesus, and when he does, he is still a child.

The soul alone is present when this happens:

I am usually in the vault of heaven or

walking around somewhere in the world.

Sometimes, when I come back to me, I feel pain in the place where he suckled.

For he does it with such force that one would think that he wants to tear my heart out of my chest.

I feel real pain, and as I return to me, my soul communicates that pain to my body.

The same thing happens on other occasions as well. Like what

when he carries me out of my body and makes me share his crucifixion:

He lays me down on the cross himself and pierces my hands and feet with nails. The pain is so intense that I think I will die.

Then, when I come back to myself, I feel this crucifixion in my body, so much so that I can't move my fingers or arms.

It is the same for the other sufferings that the Lord shares with me. To want to say everything would be too long.

I will add that when Jesus suckles my breasts,

I feel that it is in my heart that he draws what he is thirsty for.

This is so true that I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.

Sometimes, feeling this pain, I say to Jesus things like:

"My beautiful little one, you are a little too impertinent!

Go slower because it's very painful." As for him, He smiled.

Likewise, when it is I who suck jesus,

-it is from his Heart that I absorb milk or blood,

-so much so that, for me, suckling the breast of Jesus is like drinking from the wound on his side.

However, since the Lord pleases himself from time to time

to pour into me a sweet milk from his mouth or

to let me drink the most precious blood on His side, then, when He sucks at me,

he sucks nothing but what he himself gave me.

For I personally have nothing to soften his sorrows. On the contrary, a lot to give him.

This is so true that sometimes, while He is suckling me,

-I suckle it at the same time

-by clearly understanding that

what He draws from me is nothing but what He Himself gives me.

I think I have explained myself sufficiently and as best I could on this point.

All morning, I was very anxious because of the many wounds that men inflict on Jesus, especially some monstrous dishonesty.

What a pain for Jesus to see souls lost!

When it is a newborn who is killed without baptizing him, He suffers even more.

I feel like

-that this sin weighs heavily in the balance of divine justice and

-that it provokes more divine punishments.

Such scenes are frequently renewed. My sweetest Jesus was sad to die.

Seeing him like this, I did not dare to talk to him.

He simply told me:

"My daughter, join your sufferings and prayers to mine for

-that they be more acceptable to the Divine Majesty,

-let her accept them not as coming from you, but from Me."

He manifested himself in this way a few times, but always in silence. May the Lord be blessed forever!

My sweet Jesus continued to manifest Himself only a few times and almost only in silence.

My mind was confused because I feared

to lose my only Good and for many other reasons that it is not necessary to mention here.

O God, what suffering!

While I was in this state, he showed up briefly.

He seemed to hold a light from which other small lights emanated.

He said to me:

"Cast out all fear from your heart.

Look, I have brought you this light to place it between you and Me as well as these other little lights to place them in those who will approach you.

For those who will approach you with a straight heart and to do you good,

-these lights will enlighten their minds and hearts,

-will fill them with joy and heavenly graces and

-they will clearly understand what I am doing in you.

Those who approach you with other intentions

-will experience the opposite:

-these lights will make them stunned and confused. »

After these words, I became quieter. May everything work together for the glory of God!

As I was to receive communion this morning, I prayed to my good Jesus to come and prepare myself before the confessor arrived to celebrate Holy Mass:

"Otherwise, Jesus, how can I receive you, me so wicked and ill-disposed?"

While I prayed like this, my Jesus was happy to come.

And, seeing him, I had the impression that he penetrated me with his very pure and sparkling looks of light.

How to explain what these looks produced in me?

Not the shadow of a little dust escaped him.

I would prefer not to talk about these things, since

-the operations of grace can hardly be expressed in words and

-that there is a great risk of distorting the truth.

But lady obedience doesn't want me to be silent.

And, when it requires something, one must close one's eyes and submit without saying anything.

Being a lady, she knows how to be respected!

So I continue my narration.

From Jesus' first glance, I begged Him to purify me.

It seemed to me that everything that cast a shadow over my soul was swept away.

At his second glance, I asked him to light me up. Indeed, what would be the use of a precious stone to be pure if it can not attract the admiring eyes

-shining before their eyes?

We might look at it, but with an indifferent eye. I needed this light

-not only to make my soul shine,

-but also to help me grasp the greatness of what was going to happen to me:

I was going to be not only looked at by my sweet Jesus, but identified with Him.

Jesus seemed to penetrate me as sunlight penetrates the crystal. Then, as He was always looking at me, I said to Him:

"Very kind Jesus, since it pleased you to purify me, then to enlighten me, be kind now and sanctify me.

This is very important since I will receive you, the Holy of Holies. It is not fitting that I am so different from you."

Always so benevolent towards his wretched creature,

Jesus took my soul in his creative hands and made alterations everywhere.

How can I say what these retouchings have produced in me and how my passions have taken their place?

Sanctified by these divine touches,

-my desires, my inclinations, my affections,

-the beating of my heart and all my senses were completely transformed.

Without jostling as before,

-they formed a sweet harmony in the ears of my dear Jesus.

They were like rays of light hurting his adorable Heart. Oh! How he was having fun and what happy moments I enjoyed.

Ah! I have experienced the peace of the saints!

It was for me a paradise of joy and delight.

Then Jesus put on my soul with the mantle.

-of faith,

-hope and

-charity

whispering in my ear how to practice these virtues.

He continued by penetrating me with another ray of light that made me see my nothingness. Ah!

I felt like I was just a grain of sand at the bottom of a vast ocean (which is God) This grain of sand was dissolving in this immense sea (i.e. in God).

Then He rn' carried out of my body

-by holding me in his arms and

-by constantly whispering acts of contrition for my sins.

I only remember seeing myself as an abyss of iniquities:

"Ah! Lord, how ungrateful I have been to you!"

Meanwhile, I was looking at Jesus.

He wore the crown of thorns on his head.

I took it away from her, saying, "Give me the thorns, O Jesus, for I am a sinner.

The thorns suit me, but not you, the Righteous, the Most Holy." Then Jesus pushed it on my head.

Then, I don't know how, I saw the confessor from afar. Immediately, I prayed to Jesus to go and prepare him for communion as well.

I believe he went because, soon after, He came back and said to me:

"I desire that your way of acting with Me and with the confessor be the same. I want the same as far as he is concerned:

-he must see you and treat you as if you were another Self,

-for you are a victim as I was.

I want this so that everything may be purified and only my Love may shine in all things."

I said:

"Lord, it seems impossible to me to act with the confessor as I do with you, especially because of my instability."

Jesus continued: "True love makes all rough edges disappear, and with enchanting mastery it lets God shine alone in all things."

Then the confessor came to call me to obedience.

He celebrated Holy Mass on the occasion of which I received communion. It all ended like this.

How can I talk about the intimacy with which everything happened between Jesus and me? It is impossible to express; I have no words to make myself understood.

Therefore, I will stop here.

This morning, my adorable Jesus was not coming.

I thought, "Why doesn't he come? What's new now?

Yesterday he came so often, and today the hour is late and he has not yet come. I am heartbroken. How patient you have to be with Jesus!"

The desire to see Jesus raised such a struggle in my whole being that I thought I was dying of pain.

My will, which should dominate everything in me,

tried to persuade my senses, inclinations, desires, affections, and everything else to calm down, since Jesus was coming.

After a prolonged time of suffering, Jesus arrived holding in his hand

a cup of clotted, putrefied and foul-smelling blood.

He said to me:

"You see that cup of blood?" I will pour it over the world."

While he was speaking, my Mother (the Blessed Virgin) came and my confessor was with her.

They begged Jesus not to pour this cup on the world, but to make me drink it.

The confessor said to Jesus:

"Lord, why did you choose her as a victim if you don't want to pour the cup into her?"

I absolutely want you to make her suffer and spare the people."

My Mom was crying, and with the confessor, she told Jesus that she would continue to pray until Jesus accepted the fellowship.

At first, Jesus seemed almost disapproving of the suggestion and he persisted in wanting to pour the cup on the world.

I was confused and couldn't say anything.

For the sight of this horrible cup filled me with such terror that I trembled with all my being. How could I drink it? However, I was resigned.

If the Lord gives it to me to drink, I will accept.

If, on the other hand, the Lord decided to shed this blood on the world, who knows what punishments it would follow?

It seemed to me that he was keeping in reserve hail that was going to cause a lot of damage and that was going to continue for several days.

Then Jesus seemed a little calmer.

He embraced the confessor because he had prayed to him in this way,

without however deciding whether or not he would pay the cup on the world.

It all ended like this, leaving me in indescribable suffering because of what might happen.

Jesus continues to manifest Himself with the intention of chastising creatures. I begged him to pour out his bitterness in me and spare the whole world,

or, at least, mine and my city. The confessor agrees with me.

Somewhat conquered by our prayers, Jesus shed in me a little bitterness from his mouth, but not the cup of blood mentioned above (cf. 14 June).

The little he paid, I understand that he was doing it to spare my city and mine, but not completely.

This morning I was a source of suffering for Him.

As He looked calmer after pouring some of His bitterness into me,

I said to him without thinking too much:

"My kind Jesus, I beg you to free me from the boredom I cause to the confessor by having to come every day.

What would it cost you to free me yourself from my state of suffering, since it was you yourself who placed me there?

Indeed, it would not cost you anything and, when you want it, everything is possible for you."

At these words, Jesus' face expressed such affliction that it penetrated to the depths of my heart.

And, without answering me, He disappeared.

I remained very saddened, only the Lord knows how much! Especially at the thought that he would not come back again.

However, a little later, he came back even more distressed.

His face was swollen and bloodied because of the offenses He had just suffered.

Sadly, he said to me, "Look at what they did to me.

How can you ask me not to chastise creatures? Punishments are necessary in order to

-to humiliate them and

-to prevent them from becoming even more arrogant."

Everything is going as usual. However, especially this morning,

I put all my time to plead with Jesus:

He wanted to keep bringing down the hail as he has done in recent days and I didn't want to.

In addition, a thunderstorm was brewing.

The demons were about to strike a few places by the scourge of hail.

Meanwhile, I saw the confessor who was calling me from afar, ordering me to go and cast out the demons so that they could do nothing.

As I was on my way, Jesus came to meet me to prevent me from moving forward.

I said to her, "O my Lord, I cannot stop, it is obedience that calls me and you know like me that I must submit to it."

Jesus answered me, "Well! I'll do it for you!"

He commanded the demons to go further and not to touch the lands belonging to our city for the time being.

Then He said to me:

"Let's go!" So we came back, me in my bed and Jesus by my side.

When He arrived, He wanted to rest, saying that he was very tired. I challenged him and said, "What does this sleep mean?

You just made me do a beautiful act of obedience and now you want to sleep?

Is this the love you have for me and your way of contenting me in everything? So you want to sleep? Well!

You can sleep, as long as you give me your word that you won't do anything."

Sorry to see me so unhappy, He said to me:

"My daughter, despite everything, I want to satisfy you.

Let's go together once again in the midst of the people and see which ones deserve to be punished for their evil deeds.

Perhaps, thanks to the scourge, they converted. I will save

-the ones you want,

-those who need less punishment and whom you want to spare."

I repeat:

"Lord, I thank you for your infinite kindness in wanting to give me satisfaction. But, in spite of this, I cannot do what you tell me I have neither the strength nor the will to see one of your creatures chastised.

What torment it would be for my heart

if I learned that one of them had been punished and that I would have wanted it. May it never be so, never, O Lord!"

Then the confessor called me to obedience and it all ended.

Yesterday, having lived a day of purgatory due to

-of the almost total deprivation of my greatest Good and

-the many temptations of the devil,

I felt like I had committed a multitude of sins.

O God! What a pain to have offended my Jesus! This morning, as soon as I saw him, I said to him:

"Good Jesus, forgive me all the sins I committed yesterday." Interrupting Me, He said to me, "If you annihilate yourself, you will never sin."

I wanted to keep talking, but while He was showing me several devout souls,

He made me understand that He did not want to listen to me.

He continued:

"What displeases me most about these souls is their inconsistency in the good.

The slightest little thing, a disappointment, even a defect, is enough and,

Although it is more than ever the time to cling to Me, they are disturbed, irritated and neglect the good already begun.

How many times I have prepared graces for them, but in the face of their inconstancy, I have had to hold them back."

For my part,

-knowing that He refused to hear what I wanted to say to Him

-and seeing that my confessor was not physically well,

I prayed for him for a long time and asked Jesus some questions

-which it is not necessary to mention here.

With kindness, Jesus answered all of them, and then it all ended.

This morning, everything was going as usual.

Jesus seemed to want to rejoice me a little, since I had been waiting for him for a long time.

From a distance, I saw a child falling from the sky like a lightning bolt. I ran to him and took him in my arms.

A doubt touched my mind that it might not have been Jesus. So I said to the child, "My dear little treasure, tell me, who are you?"

And he replied, "I am your beloved Jesus."

I said to him, "My adorable little baby, please take my heart and bring it with you to heaven because, after the heart, the soul will follow well too."

Jesus seemed to take my heart and he united it so much with his that the two became one.

Then the sky opened and everything seemed to indicate that a very big party was brewing.

A young man of beautiful appearance came down from heaven,

-all dazzling with fire and flames.

Jesus said to me: "Tomorrow will be the feast of my dear Louis de Gonzaga. I have to be there."

I said to him, "So you will leave me alone! What am I going to do?"

He resumed, "You will come too. Look how beautiful Louis is!

But what is greatest in him, what distinguished him on earth,

it is the love with which he did everything. Everything in him was love. Love inhabited him internally and surrounded him externally,

so that it can be said that he breathed love.

That is why it was said that he never had a distraction because love flooded him from everywhere and will flood him eternally, as you can see."

Indeed, the love of St. Louis seems to me so great that his fire could reduce the whole world to ashes.

Jesus added:

"I walk over the highest mountains and there I delight." As I did not understand the meaning of these words,

He continued:

"The highest mountains are the saints who have loved me the most and in whom I delight, both during their stay on earth and when they are in heaven.

It's all in love!"

Then I asked Jesus to bless me and those I saw at that time. After blessing us, He disappeared.

As Jesus did not arrive, I said to myself:

"Maybe He won't come anymore and leave me abandoned."

And I kept repeating, "Come, my Beloved, come!"

Suddenly, He came saying:

"I will not leave you, I will never abandon you. You too, come, come to Me!"

I immediately ran into His arms, and while I was there, He continued:

"Not only will I not leave you, but out of love for you, I will not leave Corato."

And, without me realizing it, he suddenly disappeared. More than before, I was burning with the desire to see him again and again and again, "What have you done to me?

Why did you leave so quickly without even saying goodbye?"

While I expressed my sorrow, the image of the Child Jesus, whom I keep close to me,

seemed to come alive to me and, from time to time,

he took his head out of the glass bell to observe me.

As soon as he realized that I had seen it, he would take it inside.

I said to him:

"It is clear that you are too insolent and that you want to act like a child. I feel like I'm going crazy with pain because you're not coming, and you're having fun. Well! Play and have fun as much as you want.

Because I will be patient."

This morning my sweet Jesus continued with his little games and jokes. He put his hands on my face as if he wanted to caress me.

But, at the time of doing so, He disappeared.

He would then come back, surrounding my neck with his arms like a hug. When I stretched out my arms to kiss Him, He disappeared like lightning and I couldn't find Him. How do I describe the pain in my heart?

While I was crushed by this sea of suffering, to the point of feeling life abandon me,

the Queen of heaven came, carrying the Child Jesus in her arms.

The three of us kissed, the Mother, the Son and me. Thus, I had time to say to Jesus:

"My Lord Jesus, I have the impression that you have taken away your grace from me."

He replied:

"Little fool! How can you say that I have taken my grace away from you when

I live in you? What is my grace, if not Myself?"

I remained more confused than before, realizing

that I was unable to speak, and

that, in the few words spoken, I had said only nonsense.

Then the Queen Mother disappeared.

And it seemed to me that Jesus had locked Himself in me and stayed there.

During my meditation, He showed Himself sleeping inside of me.

I looked at him, delighting in his beautiful face but without waking him up, happy to at least be able to see him.

Suddenly, the beautiful Queen Mother came back.

She took him out of my heart and shook him sharply to wake him up.

When He was awakened, she put Him in my arms again , saying:

"My daughter, don't let him sleep because, if He sleeps, you'll see what happens!"

A thunderstorm was coming.

Half asleep, the baby stretched out his two little hands around my neck, and as he squeezed me, He said, "Mom, let me sleep."

I say: "No, no, my Treasure, it is not I who want to prevent you from sleeping, it is Our Lady Mary who does not want it.

Please please him.

You can't deny anything to a mom, let alone that mom! After keeping Him awake for a while, He disappeared and it all ended like this.

After I heard Holy Mass and received communion, my kind Jesus manifested himself in my heart.

I then felt that I was leaving my body but without the company of Jesus.

I saw, however, my confessor and, since he had said to me:

"Our Lord will come after communion and you will pray for me," I told him, "Father, you told me that Jesus was coming, but he has not yet come."

He replied, "It's because you don't know how to look for him. Look, for He is in you."

I began to look for Jesus in me and saw His feet protruding outside of me. I immediately grabbed them and pulled Jesus towards me.

I kissed him everywhere

And, seeing the crown of thorns on his head,

-I took it from him and placed it in the hands of the confessor

-asking him to push it on my head.

He did so but, despite his efforts, he could not push a single thorn. I said to him, "Push harder, don't be afraid to make me suffer too much because, you see, Jesus is there to strengthen me."

Despite his repeated efforts, he couldn't do it. Then he said to me:

"I'm not strong enough.

These spines have to get into your bones and I don't have the strength to do that.

I turned to Jesus and said:

"You can see that the father doesn't know how to push it. Do it a little yourself."

Jesus stretched out his hands, and in an instant he brought all the thorns into my head. This caused me great satisfaction as well as indescribable suffering.

Then the confessor and I prayed to Jesus to pour out his bitterness in me.

that He may spare creatures from the many plagues he intends for them,

as it seemed to be happening at that time. Because the hail was about to fall not far from here.

In response to our prayers, the Lord has brought down only a little.

Then, as the confessor was still there, I began to pray for him, saying to Jesus:

"My good and dear Jesus, I beg you

-to grant your grace to my confessor so that he may be according to your Heart, and also

-to give him physical health.

You saw how he cooperated, not only by removing the crown of thorns from your head, but also by letting you place it on my head.

If he didn't manage to push it into my head, it's not because he didn't want to relieve you, it's because he lacked strength.

So, all the more reason for you to answer it. So, tell me, O my one and only Good,

Are you going to heal him both in his soul and in his body?"

Jesus heard me but answered nothing.

I begged him again insistently, saying:

"I will not leave you and stop praying until you promise me to grant him what I ask of you."

But He hasn't said anything yet.

Then we found ourselves in the company of several people sitting around a table, eating. There was a portion for me.

Jesus said to me, "My daughter, I am hungry."

I replied, "I give you my portion. Aren't you happy?"

He said:

"Yes, but I don't want to be seen."

I continued, "Well, I'll pretend to take it for myself and give it to you without anyone noticing." That is what we have done.

After a while, Jesus stood up, brought his lips close to my face, and began to play a trumpet tune with his mouth.

All these people began to pale and tremble, saying to themselves:

"What's going on? What is going on? We're going to die!"

I said to Jesus, "Lord Jesus, what are you doing? How is it done? Until now, you wanted to go unnoticed and now you're having fun!

Be careful! Stop scaring these people! Don't you see that they are all scared?"

He replied:

"This is still nothing. What will happen when, suddenly, I play harder?

They will be so seized that many will die of fright!"

I resumed, "My adorable Jesus, what are you saying there? Do you still want to exercise your Justice?

Pity, pity for your people, I beg you!"

Then Jesus wore his gentle and benevolent air and I, still seeing the confessor,

I began to bother him again about him.

He said to me:

"I will make your confessor like a grafted tree into which the old tree is no longer recognizable, neither in his soul nor in his body.

And, as a token of this, I have placed you in his hands as a victim, so that he can benefit from it."

This morning, Jesus continued to manifest Himself only occasionally by sharing with me a little of His sufferings. The confessor was sometimes with him.

Seeing the latter, and seeing that he had entrusted me with some of his intentions, I begged Jesus to grant him what he asked.

As I prayed to Him like this, Jesus turned to the confessor saying:

"I want faith to flood you as the waters of the sea flood the boats.

Since I am faith, you will be flooded by Me

-who owns everything,

-who can do everything and

-who gives freely to anyone who trusts me.

Without you even thinking

to what will happen,

nor when it will happen,

or how you will act,

I will be there to help you according to your needs."

He added:

"If you practice immersing yourself in the Faith, then, to reward yourself, I will infuse into your heart three spiritual Joys.

First, you will clearly perceive the things of God and,

-by doing holy things, thou shalt be filled with such joy and joy,

-that you will be completely impregnated with it.

Secondt, you will feel

-indifference to the things of the world and

-joy for heavenly things.

Third,

-you will be perfectly detached from everything and

-things that once exerted an attraction on you will become annoyances.

This I have already infused into you for some time.

Your heart will be flooded with that Joy enjoyed by stripped souls,

-those souls whose hearts are so full of my Love

-that they are not distracted by the external things around them. »

This morning, Jesus renewed in me the sorrows of the crucifixion.

Our Queen Mother was there, and Jesus said to me about her:

"My Kingdom was in my Mother's Heart, since her Heart never experienced the slightest turmoil.

This is so true that, even in the stormy sea of passion, then

-that she has endured unspeakable suffering, and

-that his Heart was pierced by the sword of pain,

she did not experience the slightest inner turmoil.

Thus, as my Kingdom is a Kingdom of peace,

-I was able to establish it in her and

-reign freely without any obstacle."

Jesus returned several times, and I, aware of my sinfulness, said to him:

"My Lord Jesus, I feel totally covered with serious wounds and sins. Oh! Please, I beg you, take pity on this miserable creature that I am!"

Jesus answered me:

"Do not be afraid, for there are no grave sins. Of course, one must abhor sin

But we must not be disturbed.

For trouble, whatever its source, never does any good to the soul."

He added:

«My daughter, like Me, you are a victim.

May all your actions shine with the same pure and holy intentions as mine.

so that

-seeing my own image in you,

-I may freely flood you with my graces and, so adorned,

"I may present you as an odorous victim to divine Justice."

This morning Jesus wanted to renew in me the pains of his crucifixion. First, He carried me out of my body to a mountain and asked me if I would agree to be crucified.

I replied, "Yes, my Jesus, I long for nothing but your cross."

At the very moment, a huge cross appeared.

He stretched me out and nailed me with his own hands.

What excruciating pains I felt in my hands and feet, especially since the nails were sharp and very difficult to drive.

But, in the company of Jesus, I was able to endure everything. When He finished crucifying me, He said to me:

"My daughter,

I need you to continue my Passion. Since my glorious body can no longer suffer,

I use your body

-to continue to suffer my Passion and

to be able to offer as a living victim

reparation and atonement before divine righteousness."

Then I thought I saw heaven opening up and a multitude of saints coming down from it. All were armed with a sword.

Within this multitude, a thunderous voice was heard, saying:

"We are coming

-defend the righteousness of God and

-avenge her on the men who have so abused her Mercy!"

What happened on earth at the time of this descent of the saints? All I can say is

-that many were fighting,

-that some were on the run and

-that others were hiding. All seemed frightened.

These days, Jesus rarely shows up. His visits are like lightning:

while I hope to be able to contemplate it for a long time, it disappears quickly.

If, sometimes, There is a moment left, it is almost always in silence.

And if He speaks a little, as soon as He is gone, He seems to take back His word and his light.

So

-that I do not remember what He said and

-that my mind remains as confused as before. What misery!

My sweet Jesus, have mercy on my misery and be merciful!

Without wishing to dwell on my daily activities, I will now report some words that He has addressed to me over the past few days.

I remember that at one point when I was lamenting because He had abandoned me,

He called to him many angels and saints and said to them:

"Listen to what she says: she says I have abandoned her.

Explain to him a little: Is it possible that I abandon those who love me?

She loved me, so how can I abandon her?" The Saints agreed with the Lord, and I remained deeply humiliated and more confused than before.

On another occasion, after telling him, "In the end, you will abandon me completely," Jesus replied:

"Girl, I can't abandon you.

As proof of this, I poured out my sufferings in you."

Then, while I entertained the following thought:

"Why, Lord, did you allow the confessor to come? Everything could have happened between you and Me,"

I found myself at the very moment out of my body, lying on a cross. But there was no one to nail me to it.

I began to pray to the Lord to come and crucify me.

He came and Said to me:

"Do you see how necessary it is for a priest to be at the center of my works? He is simply a help to complete your crucifixion.

Indeed, one cannot crucify oneself, one needs another."

Things almost always happen the same way.

This time it seemed to me that Jesus-Host was there in my heart, flooding me with many rays from the holy host.

Several sons coming out of my heart intertwined with the rays emanating from the host. I felt like

-that, by his love, Jesus attracted me to him and

-that, through these sons, my heart attracted him and bound him entirely to me.

This morning, my adorable Jesus showed himself carrying a shining gold cross on his neck, which he looked at with great satisfaction.

Suddenly, the confessor appeared and Jesus said to him:

"The sufferings of the last few days have increased the splendor of my cross, so much so that it is a delight for me to look at it."

Then, turning to me, He said to me:

"The cross gives the soul such splendor that it becomes all transparent.

Just as one can give all the colors to a transparent object, the cross, by its light,

gives the soul facets as varied as they are splendid. On the other hand, on a transparent object,

dust, the slightest spots and even shadows can be easily detected.

This is the case with the cross:

Since it makes the soul transparent, it allows him to spot

-its smallest defects and

-its slightest imperfections,

so much so that no master hand can do better than the cross

-to transform the soul into a dwelling worthy of the God of heaven."

Who could say

-all that I have understood about the cross and

-how enviable the soul that possesses it seems to me!

Then He carried me out of my body

I found myself at the top of a very high staircase under which there was a precipice.

The steps of this staircase were mobile and so narrow that you could barely tiptoe on it.

The most terrifying was

the precipice itself and

the fact that the staircase had no ramp or support.

If someone tried to cling to the steps, they would tear themselves apart. Seeing that most people were falling, I was frozen to the bone. However, it was absolutely necessary to climb these steps.

So I walked down the stairs, but after two or three steps,

Seeing how much I was in danger of falling into the abyss, I begged Jesus to come to my rescue.

Without me knowing how, He was near me and He said to me:

"My daughter,

-what you have just seen,

this is the path that every man must travel on this earth.

Mobile steps you can't even lean on

are the things of the earth.

If a man tries to rely on these things,

instead of helping him, they push him to fall into hell.

The safest way is to climb and fly almost,

-without touching the ground,

-without looking at others and

-keeping my eyes fixed on Me, in order to receive Help and Strength.

Thus, one can easily avoid the precipice."

This morning, my adorable Jesus came

-under an appearance as magnificent as mysterious.

He wore a chain covering his chest entirely around his neck.

At one end of this chain hung a kind of arc and,

to the other, a kind of quiver filled with precious stones and jewels. In his hand, He was holding a spear.

He said to me:

"Human life is a game:

-some play for fun,

-others for money,

-others play their own lives, etc.

I also have fun playing with souls. So what tricks do I play on them? These are the crosses I send them.

If they accept them with resignation and thank me for them, - I have fun and play with them, -delighting me immensely,

-receiving much honor and glory,

and leading them to make the greatest progress."