… And my lovable Jesus, placing His holy hands under my shoulders to as though take me in His arms, told me: “My daughter, how heavy you have become—don’t you know that oppression weighs the soul down, and if I want to take you in My Arms I have to make an effort to lift you? On the other hand, My Will empties the weight of nature, and Its Light, removing the gloom of what is human, renders her light—light and capable of any sacrifice; and giving her the wings of love, It gives to the soul the first qualities of the Celestial Fatherland, that knows neither oppression nor darkness, but daylight without sunset and joy that never ends. …”