Divine Will for every day of the year - April 7, 1919 Volume 12

… I will give some idea of what He was saying, because it is impossible for me to say everything. I remember that in the Will of Jesus I could see all of His thoughts, all the good He had done to us with His Intelligence, and how all human intelligences received life from His mind. But — oh God, what abuse they did — how many offenses! And I said: “Jesus, I multiply my thoughts in Your Will, to give to each one of Your thoughts the kiss of a Divine Thought, an adoration, a recognition of You, a reparation, a love of Divine Thoughts, as if another Jesus were doing it. This, in the name of all and for all the human thoughts, past, present and future; and I intend to compensate even for the intelligences of lost souls. I want that the glory on the part of the creatures be complete, and that no one miss the roll call; and whatever they do not do, I do it in your Will, to give You divine and complete glory."

Then, looking at me, Jesus was waiting, as if He wanted a reparation to His eyes. And I said: “Jesus, I multiply myself in Your Gazes, so that I too may have as many gazes for as many times as You have looked at the creature with love. I multiply myself in Your Tears, to cry, me too, for all the sins of the creatures, to be able to give You gazes of Divine Love and Divine Tears in the name of all; to give You complete glory and reparation for all the gazes of all creatures.”

Then, Jesus wanted me to continue the reparations to everything — to His mouth, to His Heart, to His Desires, etc., multiplying myself in His Will, such that It would be too long to say everything, therefore I move forward. Then Jesus added: "My daughter, as you did your acts in My Will, many Suns were being formed between Heaven and earth; and I look at the earth only through these Suns, otherwise the earth would be so disgusting to Me that I would not be able to look at it. But the earth receives little of these Suns, because the darkness that creatures spread is such that it places itself in front of these Suns, and they cannot receive of all their light, nor their heat." …

Divine Will for every day of the year - April 6, 1922 Volume 14

… Now, in this state I tried to fuse myself in the Holy Will of God, and I said: “My Love, in Your Will what is Yours is mine; all created things are mine. The Sun is mine, and I give it to You in return, so that all the light and heat of the Sun, each drop of its light and heat, may tell You that I love You, I adore You, I bless You, I pray to You for all. The stars are mine, and in every flickering of the stars I seal my ‘I love You’, infinite and immense, for all. The plants, the flowers, the water, the fire, the air, are mine, and I give them to You in return, that all of them may say to You, in the name of all: "I love You with that same Eternal Love with which You created us..." But if I wanted to say everything it would take too long.

Then Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: "My daughter, how beautiful are the prayers and the acts done in My Will! How the creature is transformed in God the Creator Himself, and gives Him the return for what He has given to her! I created everything for man and I gave everything to him as gift! In My Will the creature rises up to her God and Creator, and finds Him in the act in which He created all things to give them to her as gift; and, trembling before the multiplicity of so many gifts, not having within herself the Creative Power to create as many things for as many as she has received — she offers her own things to requite Him in love.

“I gave you Sun, stars, flowers, water, fire, air… to give you love; and you, grateful, accepted them, and putting My Love in circulation, you gave Me the return for them. So, I gave you Sun, and Sun you gave to Me; I gave you stars, flowers, water… and you gave them back to Me. The notes of My Love resounded again over all created things, and with one voice they gave Me the Love which I made flow over the whole Creation. In My Will the soul places herself at the level of her Creator, and, in His own Will, she receives and she gives. Oh, what a contest between creature and Creator! If all could see it, they would remain stupefied at seeing that in My Will the soul becomes a little god — but everything by virtue of the Power of My Will."

Divine Will for every day of the year - April 5, 1908 Volume 8

Continuing in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, within a garden, in which I could see the Queen Mama placed on a very high throne. I yearned to go up there to kiss Her hand, and as I tried to go, She came to meet me, giving me a smacking kiss on my face. In looking at Her, I saw as though a globe of light in Her interior, and within that light there was the word ‘Fiat.’ From that word descended many different unending seas of virtues, graces, greatnesses, glory, joys, beauties, and everything that our Queen Mama contains as a whole. Everything was rooted in that Fiat, and all of Her goods took their origin from the Fiat. Oh, omnipotent, fecund, holy Fiat! Who can comprehend you? I feel mute... It is so great that I can say nothing; therefore I stop here.

So I looked at Her with amazement, and She said to me: "My daughter, all of my Sanctity came out from within the word ‘Fiat.’ I did not move even for one breath, one step, one action, or anything at all, if not within the Will of God. My life, my food, my all, was the Will of God; and this produced such Sanctity, Riches, Glories, Honors for Me... not human, but Divine. So, the more the soul is united, identified with the Will of God, the more she can be called holy, and she is loved more by God. And the more she is loved, the more she is favored, because her life is nothing but the product of the Will of God. How can He not love her if she is His own thing? Therefore, one must not look at how much or how little he does, but rather, at whether it is wanted by God. In fact, the Lord looks more at something little, if it is according to His Will, than at something great, without It."

Divine Will for every day of the year - April 4, 1926 Volume 19

Finding myself in my usual state, I felt all immersed in my lovable Jesus, and my poor mind wandered through the Divine Knowledges; but everything was silence, on my part and on the part of Jesus, nor am I able to say what my mind comprehended. Afterwards, however, He resumed His speaking, and said to me: “My daughter, everything I do in the soul – oh, how it surpasses all that I did in Creation! See, each knowledge of My Perfections which I manifest, each Truth which pertains to the Divinity, is a New Heaven that I extend within the soul. And as the soul rises in the Truths she has known in order to resemble her Creator, it is new suns that I come to form within the space of these heavens. Each grace I pour and each time I renew her union with Me, are seas that are laid in the soul; and her love and correspondence form the sweet murmuring of these seas, as well as mighty waves which rise up to Heaven and come to unload themselves at the foot of the Divine throne. As the soul practices her virtues, since the body too contributes to the exercise of them, the body can be called the little field of the soul, over which I lay the most beautiful flowery meadows, in which I delight in creating ever new flowers, plants and fruits.

“Just as I am one single act which, after it is done once, is done forever, Creation also was to be One Single Act; and just as in Creation My Single Act continues by preserving It ever new, whole and fresh, so is My Creating in souls continuous - I never stop. I am always – always in the act of forming more beautiful things, surprising and new things, unless I find souls who close the doors to Me and arrest My Continuous Act of Creation. Then I find another device: I abound, I multiply My Continuous Act in the souls who keep the doors open, and with them I delight and continue the office of Creator. But do you know where this Continuous Act of Mine is never interrupted? In the soul who lives in My Will. Ah, yes, only in her can I do, freely, whatever I want, because My Will, which the soul contains, prepares her for Me to receive My Fiat that came out in Creation. So, My Will, possessed by the soul, and That which I Myself keep, extend hands to each other, kiss each other, and form the greatest portents. Therefore, be always attentive, and let your flight be always in My Will. …”

Divine Will for every day of the year - April 3, 1920 Volume 12

Continuing in my poor state, I felt my lovable Jesus in my interior, Who was uniting with Me in prayer. Then He told me: "My daughter, My whole Will in creating man was that he would do My Will in everything. And as he would continue to do My Will little by little, I would complete My Life in him in such a way that, after repeated acts done in My Will, forming My Life in him, I would come to him. And finding him similar to me – as the Sun of My Life would find Sun of My Life formed in his soul, It would absorb him within Me; and as the two would be transformed together, like two Suns into one, I would bring him into the delights of Heaven.

“Now, as the creature does not do My Will, or if she does It every now and then, My Life is halved by the human life, and the Divine Life cannot be completed. It is obscured by the human acts, and does not receive abundant food sufficient to the development of a life. Therefore, the soul is in continuous opposition to the purpose of Creation. And, alas, how many are those who, by living the life of passions and of sin, form the diabolical life within themselves!"

Divine Will for every day of the year - April 2, 1921 Volume 12

I feel my poor mind as though stunned, and I lack the words to put on paper what I feel. If my Jesus wants me to write, He will deign to say in words what He infuses in Me by means of light. I just remember that, in coming, He said to me: "My daughter, in one who prays, loves, repairs, kisses Me, adores Me in My Will, I feel as if all were praying Me, loving Me, etc. In fact, since My Will envelops everything and everyone in My Volition, the soul gives Me the kiss, the love, the adoration of all; and in looking at everyone in her, I give her as many kisses, as much love, as I should be giving to all.

“In My Will the soul is not content if she does not see Me fully loved by all, if she does not see Me kissed, adored and prayed by all. In My Will things cannot be left half-done, but must be complete. And I cannot give small things to the soul who acts in My Volition; but rather, immense things, which can be sufficient for all. I behave with the soul who acts in My Volition like a person who wanted to have a work done by ten people. Now, only one of these ten people offers himself to do the work; all the others refuse. Is it not fair that he give to that one everything which he should give to all ten? Otherwise, where would be the difference between one who acts in My Will and one who acts in his own will?"

Divine Will for every day of the year - April 1, 1900 Volume 3

After waiting and waiting, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen within my heart. I seemed to see a Sun spreading its rays, and in looking into the center of this Sun, I could see the face of Our Lord. But that which amazed me was seeing many maidens clothed in white within my heart, with crowns on their heads, surrounding this Divine Sun and nourishing themselves with the rays which this Sun was spreading. Oh, how beautiful they were! – modest, humble, all intent on Jesus, and delighting in Him!

Not knowing the meaning of this, with a little bit of concern I asked Jesus to let me know who those maidens were; and Jesus told me: “These maidens were your passions, which now, by My Grace, I have changed into as many virtues, which form My noble cortege, remaining all at My disposal. And I, as recompense, keep nourishing them with My continuous Grace.” Ah, Lord, yet, I feel I am so bad that I am ashamed of myself!

Divine Will for every day of the year - Easter Sunday - The Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will

Day Twenty-Nine

Blessed child, you know that I was present at the Resurrection of my Son. But I did not say a word to anyone, waiting for Jesus Himself to manifest Himself as risen, gloriously and triumphantly. The first one to see Him risen was the fortunate Magdalene; then the pious women. All came to Me telling Me that they had seen Jesus risen, and that the sepulcher was empty; and I listened to all, and with an air of triumph I confirmed all in the faith in the Resurrection. By evening, almost all of the apostles had seen Him, and all felt as though triumphant at having been the apostles of Jesus. What change of scene, dear child! - symbol of those who have first let themselves be dominated by the human will, represented by the apostles who run away, abandoning their Master; and their fear and fright is such that they hide, and Peter reaches the point of denying Him. Oh, if they had been dominated by the Divine Will, they would never have run away from their Master, but, courageous and triumphant, would never have departed from His side, and would have felt honored to lay down their lives to defend Him. Now, dear child, my beloved Son Jesus remained forty days, risen, on earth. Very often He appeared to His apostles and disciples to confirm them in the faith and certainty of His Resurrection; and when He was not with the apostles, He was with His Mama in the cenacle, surrounded by the souls who had come out of Limbo. But as the forty days ended, Jesus instructed the apostles, and leaving His Mama as their guide and teacher, He promised us the descent of the Holy Spirit. Then, blessing us all, He departed, taking flight for the vault of the heavens, together with that great crowd of people who had come out of Limbo. All those who were there, and they were a great number, saw Him ascend; but as He went up high, a cloud of light removed Him from their sight

Divine Will for every day of the year - Holy Saturday - The Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will

Day Twenty-nine
The Fugitives cling to the Virgin as the Ark of Salvation and of Forgiveness.

[Our Lady speaking]

”…Now, listen to Me, dear child. You must know that after the death of my Son I withdrew in the cenacle, together with beloved John and Magdalene. But my Heart was pierced because only John was near Me, and in my sorrow I said: "And the other apostles…where are they?" But as they heard that Jesus had died, touched by special graces, all moved and weeping, the fugitives drew around Me, one by one, surrounding Me like a crown; and with tears and sighs, they asked for my forgiveness for having so cravenly abandoned their Master, and having run away from Him. I welcomed them maternally in the ark of refuge and salvation of my Heart; I assured them of the forgiveness of my Son, and I encouraged them not to fear. I said to them that their destiny was in my hands, because He had given them all to Me as my children, and I recognized them as such. …”

Divine Will for every day of the year - Good Friday - Hours of the Passion 3 PM

Twenty-third Hour: From 3 to 4 PM Jesus, Dead, is Pierced by the Thrust of a Lance.
The Deposition from the Cross.

My dead Jesus, all nature has sent out a cry of sorrow at Your last Breath, and has cried over Your sorrowful death, recognizing You as its Creator. The Angels, thousands upon thousands, hover around the Cross, and cry over Your death. They adore You as our True God, and accompany You to Limbo, where You go to beatify many souls who have been ardently longing for You for centuries upon centuries. My dead Jesus, I cannot pull myself away from Your Cross, nor can I be satiated of kissing and kissing again Your Most Holy Wounds, which eloquently speak to me of how much You have Loved me. In seeing the horrendous tearings, the depth of Your Wounds, to the point of uncovering Your bones—ah, I feel I am dying! I would like to cry so much over these Wounds as to wash them with my tears. I would like to love You so much as to heal You completely with my love, and restore the natural Beauty of Your unrecognizable Humanity. I would like to open my veins to fill Your empty veins with my blood and call You back to Life.

O my Jesus, what can love not do? Love is life, and with my love I want to give You life; and if mine is not enough, give me Your Love. And with Your Love, I will be able to do anything—yes, I will be able to give life to Your Most Holy Humanity. O my Jesus, even after Your death You want to show me that You Love me, prove Your Love for me, and give me a refuge, a shelter, in Your Sacred Heart. Therefore, pushed by a Supreme Force, to be assured of Your death, a soldier rips Your Heart open with a lance, opening a profound Wound. And You, my Love, shed the last drops of Blood and water contained in Your Enflamed Heart.

Ah, how many things does this Wound, opened by Love, tell me! And if Your mouth is mute, Your Heart speaks to me, and I hear It say, “My child, after I gave everything, I wanted this lance to open a shelter for all souls inside this Heart of Mine. Opened, It will cry out to all, continuously: Come into Me if you want to be saved. In this Heart you will find Sanctity and you will make yourselves saints; you will find relief in afflictions, Strength in weakness, Peace in doubts, company in abandonments. O souls who love Me, if you really want to love Me, come to dwell in this Heart forever. Here you will find True Love in order to Love Me, and ardent Flames for you to be Burned and Consumed completely in Love. Everything is centered in this Heart: here are the Sacraments contained, here My Church, here the Life of My Church and the Life of all souls. In It I also feel the profanations made against My Church, the plots of the enemies, the arrows they send, and My oppressed children—there is no offense that My Heart does not feel. Therefore, My child, may your life be in this Heart—defend Me, repair Me, bring Me everyone into It.”

My Love, if a lance has wounded Your Heart for me, I pray that You too, with Your own Hands, wound my heart, my affections, my desires—all of myself. Let there be nothing in me that is not wounded by Your Love. I unite everything to the harrowing pains of our Dear Mama, who, for the pain of seeing Your Heart being ripped open, falls into a swoon of sorrow and Love; and like a dove, She flies in It to take the first place—to be the First Repairer, the Queen of Your very Heart, the Mediatrix between You and the creatures. I too, with my Mama, want to fly into Your Heart, to hear how She makes reparation to You, and to repeat Her reparations for all the offenses You receive. O my Jesus, in this Wounded Heart of Yours, I will find my Life again; therefore, anything I may be about to do, I will always draw from It. I will no longer give life to my thoughts; but if these want life, I will take Yours. My will will no longer have life; but if it wants life, I will take Your Most Holy Will. My love will no longer have life; if it wants life, I will take Your Love. O my Jesus, all of Your Life is mine—this is Your Will, this is my will.

Divine Will for every day of the year - Holy Thursday, Hours of the Passion, 8 PM

Institution of the Eucharist

My Jesus, my joy and delight, I see that Your Love runs, and runs rapidly. You stand up, sorrowful as You are, and You almost run to the altar where there is bread and wine ready for the Consecration. I see You, my Heart, assuming a look wholly New and never seen before. Your Divine Person acquires a tender, Loving, affectionate appearance; Your eyes blaze with Light, more than if they were suns; Your rosy face is radiant; Your lips are smiling and burning with Love; Your Creative Hands assume the attitude of Creating. I see You, my Love, all transformed; Your Divinity seems to overflow from Your Humanity. My Heart and my Life, Jesus, this appearance of Yours, never before seen, draws the attention of all the apostles. They are caught by a sweet enchantment and do not dare even to breathe. Your Sweet Mama runs in spirit to the foot of the altar, to admire the portents of Your Love. The Angels descend from Heaven, asking themselves, “What is this? What is this? These are true follies, true excesses! A God who Creates, not heaven or earth, but Himself. And where? In the most wretched matter of a little bread and a little wine.”

But while they are all around You, O insatiable Love, I see that You take the bread in Your hands; You offer it to the Father, and I hear Your most sweet voice say, “Holy Father, thanks be to You, for always answering Your Son. Holy Father, concur with Me. One day, You sent Me from Heaven to earth to be Incarnated in the Womb of My Mama, to come and save Our children. Now, allow Me to be Incarnated in each Host, to continue their salvation and be Life of each one of My children. Do You see, O Father? Few hours of My Life are left; who would have the heart to leave My children orphaned and alone? Many are their enemies—the obscurities, the passions, the weaknesses to which they are subject. Who will help them? O please, I supplicate You to let Me stay in each Host, to be Life of each one, and therefore put to flight their enemies; to be their Light, Strength and Help in everything. Otherwise, where shall they go? Who will help them? Our Works are Eternal, My Love is irresistible—I cannot leave My children, nor do I want to.”

The Father is moved at the tender and affectionate voice of the Son. He descends from Heaven; He is already on the altar, and united with the Holy Spirit, concurs with the Son. And Jesus, with sonorous and moving voice, pronounces the words of the Consecration, and without leaving Himself, Creates Himself in that bread and wine. Then You communicate Your apostles, and I believe that our Celestial Mama did not remain without receiving You. Ah, Jesus, the Heavens bow down and all send to You an act of adoration in Your new state of profound annihilation.

But, O sweet Jesus, while Your Love remains pleased and satisfied, having nothing left to do, I see, O my Good, on this altar, Hosts which will perpetuate until the end of centuries; and lined up in each Host, Your whole sorrowful Passion, because the creatures, at the excesses of Your Love, prepare for You excesses of ingratitude and enormous crimes. And I, Heart of my heart, want to be always with You in each tabernacle, in all the pyxes and in each Consecrated Host which will ever be until the end of the world, to emit my acts of reparation, according to the offenses You receive. O Jesus, I contemplate You in the Holy Host, and as though seeing You in Your Adorable Person, I kiss Your majestic forehead; but in kissing You, I feel the pricks of Your thorns. O my Jesus, in this Holy Host, how many creatures do not spare You thorns. They come before You, and instead of sending You the homage of their good thoughts, they send You their evil thoughts; and You lower Your Head again as You did in the Passion, receiving and bearing the thorns of these evil thoughts. O my Love, I draw near You to share in Your pains; I place all my thoughts in Your Mind in order to expel these thorns that sadden You so much. And may each one of my thoughts flow in each one of Your Thoughts, to make an act of reparation for each evil thought, and therefore console Your sad Mind. Jesus, my Good, I kiss Your beautiful eyes; I see Your Loving Gaze toward those who come before Your Presence, anxious to receive the return of their gazes of love. But how many come before You, and instead of looking at You and searching for You, look at things which distract them, and so deprive You of the pleasure You feel in the exchange of gazes of love! You cry, and as I kiss You, I feel my lips wet with Your tears. My Jesus, do not cry; I want to place my eyes in Yours to share in these pains with You, and to cry with You. And wanting to repair for all the distracted gazes of creatures, I offer You my gazes, always fixed in You. Jesus, my Love,

I kiss Your Most Holy ears; I now see You intent on listening to what the creatures want from You, in order to console them. But, instead, they send to Your ears prayers badly said, full of diffidence, prayers done out of habit; and in this Holy Host, Your hearing is molested more than in Your very Passion. O my Jesus, I want to take all the Harmonies of Heaven and place them in Your ears to repair You, and I want to place my ears in Yours, not only to share these pains with You, but to offer You my continuous act of reparation, and to console You.

Jesus, my Life, I kiss Your Most Holy Face; I see it bleeding, bruised and swollen. The creatures, O Jesus, come before the Holy Host, and with their indecent postures and evil discourses, instead of giving You honor, seem to send You slaps and spittle. And You, just like in the Passion, receive them in all peace and patience, and You bear everything! O Jesus, I want to place my face close to Yours, not only to kiss You and to receive the insults that come to You from Your creatures, but to share with You all Your pains. And with my hands, I intend to caress You, wipe off the spit, and press You tightly to my heart; and of my being, to make many tiny little pieces, placing them before You, like many souls who adore You; and to turn my movements into continuous prostrations, to repair for the dishonors You receive from all creatures.

My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy lips; I see that in descending Sacramentally into the hearts of Your creatures, You are forced to lean on many cutting, impure, evil tongues. O, how embittered You remain! You feel as though poisoned by these tongues, and it is even worse when You descend into their hearts! O Jesus, if it were possible, I would want to be in the mouth of each creature, to turn into praises all the offenses You receive from them!

My weary Good, I kiss Your Most Holy Head. I see it tired, exhausted, and all occupied in Your crafting of Love. Tell me, what do You do? And You, “My child, in this Host I work from morning to evening, forming Chains of Love; and as souls come to Me, I bind them to My Heart. But do you know what they do to Me? Many wriggle free by force, shattering My Loving Chains; and since these Chains are linked to My Heart, I am tortured and become delirious. Then, in breaking My Chains, they render My crafting useless, looking for the chains of the creatures. And they do this even in My Presence, using Me in order to reach their own ends. This grieves Me so much as to make Me faint and rave.” How much compassion I feel for You, O Jesus! Your Love is cornered, and I, in order to relieve You from the offenses You receive from these souls, I pray You to chain my heart with those Chains broken by them, in order to give You my return of love in their place.

My Jesus, my Divine Archer, I kiss Your Breast. The Fire You contain in it is such and so much that, in order to give a little vent to Your Flames and to take a little break from Your Work, You begin to play with the souls who come to You, shooting arrows of Love which come out from Your Breast toward them. Your Game is to form arrows, darts, spears; and when they strike souls, You become festive. But many, O Jesus, reject them, sending You arrows of coldness, darts of lukewarmness, and spears of ingratitude in return. And You remain so afflicted as to cry bitterly! O Jesus, here is my breast, ready to receive not only Your arrows destined to me, but also those which the other souls reject; so You will no longer remain defeated in Your Love Game. In this way, I will also repair for the coldness, the lukewarmness and the ingratitude, which You receive from them.

O Jesus, I kiss Your left hand, and I intend to repair for all the illicit or blameworthy touches, done in Your Presence; and I pray you always to hold me tightly to Your Heart! O Jesus, I kiss Your right hand, and I intend to repair for all the sacrileges, especially the Masses badly celebrated! How many times, my Love, You are forced to descend from Heaven into unworthy hands and breasts; and even though You feel nausea for being in those hands, Love forces You to stay. Even more, in some of Your ministers, You find the ones who renew Your Passion, because, with their enormous crimes and sacrileges, they renew the Deicide! Jesus, I am frightened at this thought! But, alas, just as in the Passion You were in the hands of the Jews, You are in those unworthy hands, like a meek lamb, waiting, again, for Your death and also for their conversion. O Jesus, how much You suffer! You would like a loving hand to free You from those bloodthirsty hands. O Jesus, when You are in those hands, I pray you to call me near You, and in order to repair You, I will cover You with the purity of the Angels, I will perfume You with Your Virtues to reduce the nausea You feel in being in those hands, and I will offer You my heart as escape and refuge. While You are in me, I will pray for Priests, that they may be Your worthy Ministers. Amen.

O Jesus, I kiss Your left foot, and I intend to repair for those who receive You out of habit and without the necessary dispositions. O Jesus, I kiss Your right foot, and I intend to repair for those who receive You to offend You. O please, when they dare to do this, I pray you to renew the miracle You made with Longinus. Just as You healed him and converted him at the touch of the Blood that gushed forth from Your Heart, pierced by his lance, in the same way, at Your Sacramental touch, convert the offenses into love, and the offenders into lovers!

O Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sweet Heart, into which all offenses pour, and I intend to repair for everything, to give You return of love for all, and to share in Your pains, always together with You! O Celestial Archer, if any offense escapes my reparation, I pray you to imprison me in Your Heart and in Your Will, so that I may repair for everything. I will pray the Sweet Mama to keep me always with Her, in order to repair everything, and for everyone. We will kiss You together, and keeping You sheltered, we will drive away from You the waves of bitterness that You receive from the creatures. O please, O Jesus, remember that I too am a poor sinful soul. Enclose me in Your Heart, and with the Chains of Your Love, not only imprison me, but bind, one by one, my thoughts, my affections, my desires. Chain my hands and my feet to Your Heart, that I may have no other hands and feet but Yours! And so, my Love, my prison will be Your Heart, my Chains will be made of Love; Your flames will be my Food, Your Breath will be mine, the fences preventing me from going out will be Your Most Holy Will. So I will see nothing but Flames, I will touch nothing but Fire; and while they give me Life, they will give me death, like that You suffer in the Holy Host. I will give You my life, and so, while I remain imprisoned in You, You will be released in me. Is this not Your intent in imprisoning Yourself in the Host, in order to be released by the souls who receive You, becoming Alive in them?

And now, as a sign of Love, Bless me, give the mystical Kiss of Love to my soul, while I remain clasped and clinging to You. O my Sweet Heart, I see that after You have instituted the Most Holy Sacrament and have seen the enormous ingratitude and the offenses of the creatures at the excesses of Your Love, although wounded and embittered, You do not draw back; rather, You want to drown everything in the immensity of Your Love. I see You, O Jesus, as You administer Yourself to Your apostles, and then You add that they too must do what You have done, giving them authority to consecrate; and so You ordain them priests and institute the other Sacraments. Thus You take care of everything, and You repair for everything: the sermons badly given, the Sacraments administered and received without disposition, and therefore without effects; the mistaken vocations of priests, on their part and on the part of those who ordain them, not using all means in order to discern the true vocations. Ah, nothing escapes You, O Jesus, and I intend to follow You and to repair for all these offenses. Then, after You have given fulfillment to everything, You gather Your apostles and set out for the Garden of Gethsemane, to begin Your sorrowful Passion. I will follow You in everything, to keep You faithful company.

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 27, 1932 Volume 30

… So, I felt in my mind the picture of the Kingdom of the Divine Will, and I wanted Jesus to tell me what ones were the conditions for It, so as to be certain of Its Coming.

And my Celestial Teacher, visiting the little newborn of His Will, told me: “My Blessed Daughter, the conditions, absolute, necessary and of highest importance, that form the Life and the nourishment in order to ensure the Kingdom of My Divine Will, are: to ask of the creature great sacrifices—and prolixity of long sacrifice; therefore, Our Goodness, by virtue of the sacrifice it asks, must give Surprising Graces to the one of whom this sacrifice is asked, in such a way that to the creature, captivated by My Love, by My Gifts and by My Graces, the sacrifice that I ask of her will seem nothing, even though she knows that her life is ended. She will no longer have any right over herself, all the Rights will belong to the One who is asking for her sacrifice. If she did not know all the intensity of the sacrifice that she is accepting, it would not have all the value, because the more one knows the greatness, the weight of the sacrifice, the more value is placed in it. Knowledge places the exact and complete value in the sacrifice.

“On the other hand, for one who does not know all the weight of a sacrifice—O! how diminished are the value, the Grace, the Good that he must obtain. And then, Our Love remains wounded, Our Power feels powerless before a creature of whom We ask great sacrifices, making her know the weight to which she must submit; and she, only for love of Us and to fulfill Our Will, accepts everything.

“The prolixious sacrifice brings the prolixity of prayer, and—O! how Our ears become all attention, and Our Gazes remain enraptured in seeing that, from within the stake of the sacrifice wanted by Us, she prays—and what does she ask and want? What We Ourselves want—that Our Will be done on earth as It is in Heaven. Ah! if she could, she would turn Heaven and earth upside down, she would want everything in her power, to make everyone ask for what she wants, so that her sacrifice may obtain the Intent and bring the fruit wanted by God. Our Paternal Goodness is such that it is impossible for Us not to grant the Purpose of a long sacrifice and of a prolixious prayer.

“These are the conditions on the part of creatures, and this We have done with you; and We want you to know it, because We do not give Our Things to the blind who, because of their blindness, do not know the Goods that are given to them, or those that are around them. Much less so to the mute who, because of their muteness, do not have words to manifest Our Truths and Our Graces. The first thing We give is the Knowledge of what We want to make of her; and then We give and do what We have disposed. Knowledge can be called the beginning, the void, the seed for where to place the sacrifice and Our Things, and make the beautiful prayer arise, that debilitates Us, enchains Us with chains, with Inseparable Bonds, and makes Us grant what she wants. More so since, Our Will being Life and Work that gives Life to everything and to everyone, in order to come to Reign upon earth, It wanted, on the part of the human family, one life of creature at Its disposal, that, without opposing, would remain at the mercy of Its Divine Will, that It might do with her whatever It wants. This will serve It as support and condition in order to ensure the Kingdom on the part of creatures.

“Now come the conditions of assurance on the part of God. But to whom could I give them, if not to the one of whom I had asked the sacrifice? So, My long prolixity in manifesting so many Truths on My Divine Will, My prolonged speaking on Its Kingdom and on the Good It wants to do and must do, Its long Sorrow of about six thousand years, for It wants to Reign and they rejected It; the many Promises of Goods, of Happiness, of Joy that It wants to give if they let It Reign, have been nothing other than Assurances that I have given to the creature of this Kingdom of My Fiat. And these Assurances were made and sealed inside the most Beautiful thing, the most Sacred, the most precious—that is, in the center of the stake of your sacrifice wanted by Us.

“I can say that I never tire giving Assurance—I speak, I return to speak, always with New Ways, of New Truths, New Forms, Surprising Similes, always on My Divine Will. I would never have said so much if it were not certain that My Kingdom is to have Its Dominion upon earth. Therefore, it is almost impossible that a Speaking of Mine, so prolixious, and a sacrifice of yours, so continuous, would not have their longed-for fruits on the part of God and on the part of creatures. Therefore, continue your flight in that Fiat that has the Power to make Its way, to knock down all difficulties, and, by dint of Love, to make of Its fiercest enemies Its most faithful friends and defenders.”

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 26, 1911 Volume 10

This morning, as I was outside of myself, I saw the Celestial Mama with the Baby in Her arms. The Divine Baby called me with His little hand, and I flew to put myself on my knees before the Queen Mama; and Jesus told me: "My daughter, today I want you to speak with our Mama."

And I said: “My Celestial Mama, tell me, is there anything in me that displeases Jesus?'“ And She: "Dearest daughter of Mine, be tranquil, for now I don’t see anything that may displease my Son. If – may it never be – you will run into something that can displease Him, I will let you know immediately. Trust your Mama and do not fear."

As the Celestial Queen assured me, I felt new life being infused in me, and I added: “My Most Sweet Mama, what sad times we are in. Tell me, is it really true that Jesus wants the reunions of priests?” And She: "He surely does, because the waves are rising too high, and these reunions will be the anchors, the lamps, the helm, with which the Church will be saved from shipwreck caused by the storm. In fact, while it will appear that the storm has submerged everything, after the storm it will be seen that the anchors, the lamps, the helm — that is, the most stable things in order to continue the life of the Church – are still there. But – oh, how vile, cowardly and hard-hearted they are! Almost none of them moves, while these are times for works. The enemies are not resting, while they remain there in sluggishness – but, so much the worse for them."

Then She added: "My daughter, try to make up for everything by means of Love. May you cherish one thing alone: to love; one thought alone, one word alone, one life alone: Love. If you want to content and please Jesus, love Him, and give Him always the occasion to speak of Love. This is the only relief that cheers Him: Love. Tell Him to speak to you of Love, and He will put Himself in feast."

And I: “My tender Jesus, did You hear what our Mama is saying? That I should ask You for Love, and to speak about Love.” And Jesus, celebrating, said such and so many things about the virtue, the height, the nobility of Love, that it is not for the human language to be able to repeat it; therefore I stop here...

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 25, 1928 Volume 24

… Now, while I was thinking of this, my always lovable Jesus moved in my interior and, all love, told me: “My daughter, you must know that as man withdrew from Our Will, Our Paternal Goodness withdrew Its Operating Life from the midst of creatures. This is why they have been able to say very little about It—because the sea of the Operating Light of My Divine Fiat was not flowing in them as Life, because they themselves, ungratefully, had rejected It. And out of Our highest Goodness, We left to them the good of being able to follow the orders of Our Will—not the Life—in which they could hope for their salvation, because without It there is neither salvation nor sanctity.

“But Our Paternal Goodness, Our Will and Our Love desired, longed for—strongly yearned for Its return as Operating Life into the midst of creatures. We saw that they could not reach the perfect purpose of Creation, nor form the image wanted by Us— completely in Our Likeness, just as We created them—without the Operating Life of Our Fiat, because Our Fiat is the Prime Act of the creature, and if It is missing in her, she remains disordered, counterfeit, because she lacks the Prime Act of her existence.

“Now, you must know that, after many centuries of hidden sighs, Our Supreme Being gushed out more intensely with Love— more than in the very Creation and Redemption. As Our Love, gushing out, overflowed from Us, We felt the need of Love to take the first steps toward the creature. So, as I began to manifest to you the first Truths about My Divine Will, I pushed It strongly to take the first steps into the midst of creatures; and I centralized these steps in you by means of Its Knowledges. And as I saw that you would place your steps in those of the Divine Fiat, I rejoiced, I made feast, and manifesting to you more Truths about It, I would push It to take yet more steps.

“Therefore, as many Truths as I have told you about My Will, so many are the steps that I made My Fiat take in order to make It return as Operating Life into the midst of creatures. This is why I have told you so many of them, that one can say that Heaven and earth are filled with the steps of the Knowledges about My Will; and uniting together, they form the sea of Light in your soul, that wants to overflow from within you to make Its way into the midst of creatures. These steps will be multiplied according to how much the Truths about My Will will be recognized, because I never manifest a Truth if not when I want to give it as gift, giving the life and the good it contains. Therefore, until My Divine Will is known with all of Its Knowledges, Its steps will be hampered, and the good It wants to do to creatures suspended.

“If you knew how painful it is to be able to do good, placing oneself in the act of doing it, and having to keep it suspended because it is not known, waiting and waiting and longing for it to be made known so as to be relieved of the weight of the good that one wants to give—oh! how you would hasten to make known all the steps of My Fiat. More so, since they are steps that will bring, not remedies, helps or medicines—but Fullness of Life, of Light, of Sanctity and Totality of Goods; and My Love, gushing out and flooding the whole world, will restore the Order of Creation and the Dominion of My Will in the midst of the human family. …”

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 24, 1914 Volume 11

Continuing in my usual state, I was lamenting with Jesus who had not come yet. Finally He came and told me: "My daughter, My Will hides My very Humanity within Itself. This is why, sometimes, I hide My Humanity from you as I speak to you about My Will. You feel surrounded by Light; you can hear my voice but cannot see Me, because My Will absorbs My Humanity within Itself, since My Humanity has its limits while My Will is Eternal and without limits. In fact, when My Humanity was on earth, It did not cover all places, all times or all circumstances; however, My interminable Will compensated for It and arrived where My Humanity could not reach.. So, when I find souls who live completely from My Will, they compensate for My Humanity — for the times, for the places, the circumstances and even for the sufferings, because they live in My Will and therefore I can use them just as I used My Humanity. What was My Humanity, if not the organ of My Will? Such are those who do My Will."

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 23, 1931 Volume 29

My abandonment in the Divine Volition continues, but the circumstances in which I currently find myself are such and so many, that my poor human will would want to as though pop out from all sides of my being, to have some act of life, and I feel all the enormous weight; I feel myself being pressed, crushed, under my human will. Oh! how true it is that it is the cruelest tyrant. My Jesus, help me, do not abandon me, do not leave me at the mercy of my will. If You want, You can; put it under the sweet empire of Your Divine Will.

And my beloved Jesus, making Himself seen and heard, told me: “My daughter, courage, do not worry so much; to feel the weight of one’s will says nothing; it is a pain more painful than all other pains, and if you had wanted it, it would no longer be pain, but the pain would change into satisfaction. To feel is one thing, to want is another; so, banish the thought that you always commit sins because you feel your will. Therefore, do not fear, I am watching you, and when I see that it wants life in your things, I give you the pain so as to make it die of pain. So, trust your Jesus, because what harms you the most is the lack of trust. Ah! it is always this that causes souls to be restless, even when I keep them clasped in My arms. And then, this pain of feeling the weight of the human will, oh! how much did your Jesus feel it, more vividly, as it lasted My whole life. Therefore, Mine and yours—let us unite them together, and let us offer them for the triumph of My Will in souls.

“So, put everything aside and come to rest in My Divine Will. My Will, with all Love, awaits you in the center of My Heart in order to Love you, and the most beautiful Love that It wants to give you is rest in the pains that you suffer. Oh! how sweet, refreshing, it is to see Our daughter, whom We love and who loves Us, rest. And while she rests, It wants to pour upon you the Celestial Dew of the Light of My Divine Will. My Will, in the Unity of Its Light, does always one Act, nor does It ever cease doing it; and only when it is not subject to interruption—then can an act be called Complete. This Act never interrupted says everything, embraces, loves all; from Its height, in which this Act never says enough, It casts an infinity of effects, that make It hold Heaven and earth as though in Its Power, and It communicates to creatures the Celestial Dew of the effects of Its Sanctity, of Its Love and of Its Divine Life. But these effects convert for the creature into acts, in such a way that she feels within herself the act of the Divine Life, of Light, of Sanctity, of Love; and the creature who lives in My Will forms in It her life, her nourishment, and grows under the rain of the Celestial Dew of the single Act of her Creator. And these effects, changed into acts in the creature, form her little sun that, with its little reflections, says: ‘Love, glory, continuous honor, to the One who created me.’ So, the Divine Sun and the sun formed by My Divine Will in the creature meet continuously, they wound each other; the little sun is transformed into the immense Sun of the Eternal One, and they form life together, loving each other with love reciprocal and never interrupted. This continuous love inebriates and puts to sleep the human volition, and gives the most beautiful rest to the creature. …”

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 22, 1919 Volume 12

As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, and I could see all the order of created things. And my sweet Jesus told me: "My daughter, see what harmony, what order in all created things, and how all of them came out to life from the Eternal FIAT. Everything cost Me a FIAT. The most tiny star as well as the refulgent and splendid Sun, the most tiny plant just as the great tree, the most tiny insect just as the largest animal — they all seem to say among themselves: ‘We are noble creatures. Our origin is the Eternal Volition; we all carry the mark of the Supreme FIAT. It is true that we are distinct and different from one another; we have diversity of office, of light, of heat, but this says nothing: one is our value — the FIAT of a God; one our life and preservation — the FIAT of the Eternal Majesty...’ Oh, how eloquently does Creation speak of the Power of My Will, teaching that from the greatest thing to the smallest, one is the value, because they have life from the Divine Volition! In fact, a star would say to the Sun: ‘It is true that you have much light and heat; your office is great, your goods immense. The earth almost depends on you, so much so, that I do nothing in comparison to you. But the FIAT of a God made you so; therefore our values are equal — the glory which we give to our Creator is completely similar.’"

Then He added in a more afflicted tone: "It was not so in creating man. It is true that his origin is My FIAT, but this was not enough for Me. Taken by excess of love, I breathed on him, wanting to infuse in him My own Life. I endowed him with reason; I made him free, and I constituted him king of the whole Creation. But man, ungrateful — how did he correspond to Me? Amid all Creation, he alone has become the sorrow of My Heart, the clashing note. And then, how much could I tell you about My Crafting in the sanctification of souls? Not only one FIAT, not My Breath, do I place at their disposal, but My very Life, My Love, My Wisdom. Yet, how many rejections, how many defeats My Love receives! Ah, My daughter, compassionate My hard sorrow, and come into My Will to substitute for the love of the whole human family, so as to soothe My pierced Heart!"

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 21, 1922 Volume 14

Continuing in my usual state, I was thinking over the Holy Divine Volition, and my always adorable Jesus clasped me in His arms, and as He sighed intensely, I felt His breath descend deep into my heart. Then He told me: "Daughter of My Will, My Omnipotent Breath gives you the Life of My Will. In fact, for one who does My Will, My Will administers to her Its Breath as Life; and as Its breathes upon her, It moves away from her all that does not belong to Me, and she breathes nothing but the air of My Will. And just as the air is inhaled and exhaled, the same for the soul: it is a continuous receiving of Myself and giving of herself to Me at each breath.

“My Will hovers over all Creation — there is nothing in which My Volition does not have Its seal. As I pronounced the FIAT in creating things, My Will took dominion over them, and became life and preservation of all things. Now, this Will of Mine wants all things to be enclosed within Itself in order to receive the return for Its own Noble and Divine Acts. It wants to see the air, the wind, the fragrance, the light of Its Volition hover over all human acts, in such a way that, as Its Acts hover together with those of the creatures, they may fuse together and form one single thing. This alone was the purpose of Creation — that the emanations of the wills be continuous. I want it, I demand it, I await it.

“This is why I am in such a haste that My Will, Its value and Its effects become known — so that, as the souls who live in My Will do their acts, through their continuous emanations in My Will, they will diffuse them over everything like air, and their acts will multiply in all the human acts, investing and covering everything, as acts of My Will. Then will I obtain the purpose of Creation; My Will will rest in them and will form the new generation, and all things will have the double seal of My Will: the FIAT of Creation, and the echo of My FIAT in the creatures."

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 20, 1932 Volume 30

… Then, I continued to think about the Divine Will, and I abandoned all of myself in Its Divine Arms; and my beloved Jesus added: “Good daughter, you must know that My Divine Will possesses and contains everything within Itself—all the Joys, all the Beauties; everything comes from It, and without dispersing anything, It contains everything within Itself. It can be said that It carries everyone and everything within Its Immense Womb of Light. So, all live in It—with this difference: that one who, with all her will, wants to Live in It and lets herself be subdued by Its Dominion, Lives as daughter, and, as daughter, is constituted Heiress of the Joys, of the Beauties, of the Goods of her Mother, in such a way that this Divine Mother is all intent on embellishing, enriching, and making her daughter rejoice; while one who wants to live of human will and does not let herself be subdued by Its Dominion, lives in this Holy Will, yet lives, not as daughter, but like a stranger, and all the Joys convert for the creature into bitterness, Riches into poverty, Beauties into ugliness. In fact, by living like a stranger, she lives as though apart from the Goods that My Divine Will possesses, and, rightly so, she deserves to possess nothing Good; her human will that subdues her gives her what it has—passions, weaknesses, miseries. Nothing escapes My Divine Will—not even hell; and since they did not love It in life, living like members detached from It—but always inside, not outside—now, in those gloomy prisons, the Joys, the Happiness, the Beatitudes of My Divine Will convert into pains and into eternal torments. Therefore, the Living in My Will is not new, as some believe—all live in It, good and bad; if something can be called New, it is the way of Living, recognizing It as Continuous Act of one’s life, giving It Dominion in all of one’s acts. In fact, the Living in It is the Sanctity of each instant that the creature receives; it can be said that she grows continuously in Sanctity—but Sanctity fed by My Will, raised together with It; so, she feels My Will as Life more than her own life.

“On the other hand, one who does not Live in It, though she is there inside, does not recognize It in each of her acts, and Lives as if she Lived far away from It and did not receive the Continuous Act of Its Life, even though she does receive it. In this way, not the Sanctity of Living in My Will is formed, but, at most, the sanctity of circumstances. So, they remember about My Divine Will when a need, a sorrow, a cross, oppresses them. You hear them exclaim: ‘The Divine Will be done.’ And in all the rest of their lives, where was My Will? Was It not already with them, contributing to all their acts? It was there, but they did not recognize It.

“It happens as to a mother who lives in her palace, and who has given birth to many children. Some of them remain always around the mother, who instills in the children her noble manners, nourishes them with delicate and good foods, dresses them with decent clothes, entrusts to them her secrets and makes them heirs of her goods. It can be said that the mother lives in the children, and the children in the mother; they make each other happy, and love each other with inseparable love.

“The other children live in their mother’s palace, but are not always around her; they find pleasure in living in rooms far off from that of the mother, therefore they do not learn her noble manners, they do not dress with decency; the foods that they take do them more harm than good; and if sometimes they go to their mother, it is not out of love, but out of need. Hence, the great difference between these two kinds of children; but in spite of this, both the first and the second live in the palace of the mother. So it is—all live in My Will, but only one who wants to Live in It Lives as a son with his Mother; all others, even though they live in It, don’t even know It; others live like strangers; others know It to offend It.”

Divine Will for every day of the year - March 19, 1901 Volume 4

This morning, as I was all oppressed and in suffering, much more so, because of the privation of my sweet Jesus, after much waiting, I saw Him for just a little and He told me: "My daughter, the true way of suffering is in not looking at whom the sufferings come from, or at that which one suffers, but at the good that must come from those sufferings. This was My way of Suffering. I looked neither at the executioners, nor at the suffering, but at the good I intended to do by means of My Suffering, also for the very ones who gave Me suffering. And looking at the good that was to come to men, I disregarded everything else, and with intrepidness I followed the course of My Suffering. My daughter, this is the easiest and most profitable way to suffer — not only with patience, but with unconquered and courageous heart."