From the Calendar--December 18, 1921 Volume 13

I was feeling very oppressed and distressed because of the privation of my sweet Jesus. After one entire day of pain, late at night He came, and clinging to my neck with His arms, He told me: "My daughter, what is it? I see a mood and a shadow in you which render you dissimilar from Me, and break the current of beatitude which has almost always existed between Me and you. Everything is peace in Me, therefore I do not tolerate in you even one shadow which may shade your soul. Peace is the springtime of the soul. All virtues bloom, grow and smile, like plants and flowers at the rays of the sun in springtime, which dispose all things of nature to produce, each one, its own fruit. If it wasn’t for the spring, which shakes the plants from the torpor of cold with its enchanting smile, and clothes the earth with a flowery mantle that calls everyone to admire it with its sweet enchantment, the earth would be horrid and the plants would end up withering. So, peace is the Divine smile which shakes the soul from any torpor. Like celestial springtime, it shakes the soul from the cold of passions, of weaknesses, of thoughtlessnesses, etc., and with its smile it makes all flowers bloom, more than in a flowery field, and it makes all plants grow, through which the Celestial Farmer is pleased to stroll and pick the fruits, to make of them His food. Therefore, the peaceful soul is My garden, in which I enjoy and amuse Myself.

“Peace is light, and everything that the soul thinks of, says and does, is light that she emanates; and the enemy cannot get close to her, because he feels struck, wounded and dazzled by this light, and is forced to flee so as not to be blinded.

“Peace is dominion, not only of oneself, but also of others. So, before a peaceful soul, all remain either conquered or confused and humiliated. Therefore, they either let themselves be dominated, remaining as friends, or they leave confused, unable to sustain the dignity, the imperturbability, the sweetness of a soul who possesses peace. Even the most perverted ones feel the power that she contains. This is why I glory so much in making Myself called God of Peace — Prince of Peace. There is no peace without Me; I alone possess it and I give it to My children, as legitimate children who remain bound as heirs of all My goods.

“The world, creatures, do not have this peace; and what is not possessed cannot be given. At the most they can give an apparent peace, which torments them inside — a false peace, which contains a poisonous sip within it; and this poison puts to sleep the remorses of conscience, and leads one to the kingdom of vice. Therefore, true peace is I, and I want to conceal you in My peace, so that you may never be disturbed, and the shadow of My peace, like dazzling light, may keep far away from you anything or anyone who might shade your peace."

From the Calendar--December 17, 1914 Volume 11

Continuing in my usual state and being very afflicted because of the privations of Jesus, after much suffering He came, making Himself seen in all my poor being. It seemed to me as if I were the garment of Jesus. Then, breaking the silence, He told me: "My daughter, you too can form the hosts and consecrate them mystically. Do you see the garments that cover Me in the Sacrament? They are the accidents of the bread from which the Host is made. The Life which exists in this Host is My Body, My Blood and My Divinity. My Supreme Will is the act which contains this Life. This Will develops the Love, the reparation, the immolation and all the rest that I do in the Sacrament. The Sacrament never moves one point from My Volition. There is nothing that comes from Me which is not led by My Volition.

“Here is how you too can form the Host. The host is material and totally human; you too have a material body and a human will. This body and will of yours — as long as you keep them pure, upright and far away from any shadow of sin — are the accidents, the veil in order to consecrate Me and make Me live hidden in you. But this is not enough; it would be like the host without consecration — My Life is needed. My Life is composed of Sanctity, Love, Wisdom, Power, etc., but the engine of all is My Will. So, after you prepared the host, you have to make your will die in it; you must cook it well, so that it may not rise again. Then you have to let My Will permeate all your being; and My Will, which contains all My Life, will form the true and perfect consecration. Therefore, there will be no more life for human thought, but only for the thought of My Volition, which will consecrate My Wisdom inside your mind; no more life for what is human — weakness, inconstancy — because My Will will form the consecration of the Divine Life, of fortitude, of firmness, and of all that I am. So, each time you let your will flow into Mine, I will renew the consecration of your desires, and of all that you are and that you can do. I will continue My Life in you as if in a living Host — not a dead one, like the hosts without Me.

“But this is not all. In the consecrated Hosts, in the pyxes, in the tabernacles, everything is dead — mute; not the sensitivity of a heartbeat, not a rush of love which may return My great love. If I didn’t wait for hearts in order to give Myself to them, I would be very unhappy; I would remain defrauded of My Love, and My Sacramental Life would remain without purpose. Though I tolerate this in the tabernacles, I would not tolerate it in living Hosts. In the Sacrament I want to be fed with My own food: the soul will take possession of My Will, My Love, My prayers, My reparations, My sacrifices; she will give them to Me as if they were her own things, and I will nourish Myself. The soul will unite with Me, pricking up her ears in order to hear what I am doing, and to do it together with Me; so, as she keeps repeating My own acts, she will give Me her food, and I will be happy. Only in these living Hosts will I find the compensation for My loneliness, My starvation and all that I suffer in the tabernacles."

From the Calendar--December 16, 1928 Volume 25

I was doing my meditation, and since today it was the beginning of the Novena of Baby Jesus, I was thinking about the nine excesses of His Incarnation, that Jesus had narrated to me with so much tenderness, and that are written in the first volume. I felt great reluctance at reminding the confessor about this, because, in reading them, he had told me that he wanted to read them in public in our chapel.

Now, while I was thinking of this, my little Baby Jesus made Himself seen in my arms, so very little, caressing me with His tiny little hands, and saying to me: “How beautiful is My little daughter! How beautiful! How I must thank you for having listened to Me.”

And I: “My Love, what are You saying? It is I who must thank You for having spoken to me, and for having given me, with so much love, acting as my teacher, so many lessons that I did not deserve.”

And Jesus: “Ah, My daughter, to how many do I want to speak, and they do not listen to Me, reducing Me to silence and to suffocating My flames. So, we must thank each other — you thank Me, and I thank you. And then, why do you want to oppose the reading of the nine excesses? Ah! You do not know how much life, how much love and grace they contain. You must know that My word is Creation, and in narrating to you the nine excesses of My Love in the Incarnation, I not only renewed My Love that I had in incarnating Myself, but I created new Love in order to invest the creatures and conquer them to give themselves to Me.

“These nine excesses of My Love, manifested with so much Love of tenderness and simplicity, formed the prelude of the many lessons I was to give you about My Divine Fiat, in order to form Its Kingdom. And now, by their being read, My Love is renewed and redoubled. Don’t you want, then, that My Love, being redoubled, overflow outside and invest more hearts, so that, as a prelude, they may dispose themselves for the lessons of My Will, to make It known and reign?”

From the Calendar--December 15, 1926 Volume 20

I was continuing my round in the Creation, in order to follow the Supreme Will in all created things; but while I was doing this, I thought in my mind: “What good do I do, what glory do I give to this adorable Fiat, by going through all created things, as though in review, to place in them even just one little ‘I love You’ of mine? Who knows whether this might not be a waste of time that I do.”

Now, while I was thinking of this, my sweet Jesus moved in my interior and told me: “My daughter, what are you saying? With My Will one never wastes time; on the contrary, by following It, one gains the Eternal Time. Now, you must know that each created thing contains a delight, one distinct from the other; and these delights were placed by Us, and were to serve Us to delight Ourselves and the creature. Now, in each created thing runs Our Love, and as you go through them, you make the little note of your love run. Don’t you want, then, in the face of so much Love of Ours, to place your little notes, your dots, your commas, your little strings that say ‘love’ and, harmonizing with Our Love, form the delight wanted by Us for Ourselves and for you?

“Only when there is company, then is a delight enjoyed more; isolation makes the enjoyment die. So, the company you give Us by going around in the Creation makes Us remember of Our many delights that were placed by Us in each created thing; it makes Us live through Our enjoyments again; and while you delight Us, We delight you. And besides, perhaps you too want to leave Our Will isolated? No, no; it is befitting for the little daughter never to leave her Mother alone, and to remain always on Her knees to follow Her in all Her acts.”

From the Calendar--December 14, 1931 Volume 30

I am always back in the Divine Volition. It seems to me that my little soul takes its flight within Its Light, to be consumed and lose my life in It. But—no! While I consume myself, I rise again to New Love, to New Light, to New Knowledge, to New Strength, to New Union with Jesus and with His Divine Will. O! Happy Resurrection that brings so much Good to my soul. It seems to me that my soul, in the Divine Will, is always in act of dying, to receive the True Life and form, little by little, the Resurrection of my will in Its Own.

Then, my highest Good, Jesus, visiting my little soul, told me: “My daughter, Our Will is the Prime Point and the unmovable and unshakable support of the creature. She is carried in the arms of Our Immensity, in such a way that inside and outside of her nothing vacillates, but everything is solidity and insurmountable strength. Therefore, We want nothing but Our Divine Will to be done, so as to find in the depth of her soul Our Divine Sacrarium, the Hearth that always burns and is never extinguished, the Light that forms the Divine and Perennial Day. And since Our Will, when It reigns in the creature, gets rid of all that is human, it happens, then, that from the center of her soul she gives Us Divine Acts, Divine Honors, Divine Prayers and Love that possess Invincible Strength and Insurmountable Love. So much so, that as you, in My Will, wanted to embrace all the works of those who are in Heaven, and of the creatures who are on earth, so that all might ask that the Divine Will be done on earth as It is in Heaven, all the works remained marked by the Great Honor of asking that My Fiat be the Life of each creature, and that It may reign and dominate in them; and Our Divinity received the Greatest Honor—that all works would ask for the Life, the Kingdom of the Divine Will. No deed of Grace is conceded by Us if it is not signed by the golden Signature of Our Will; the doors of Heaven do not open but for one who wants to do Our Will; Our Paternal knees do not adapt to take into Our Arms, to let her rest in Our Loving Bosom, but one who comes as Daughter of Our Will. …”

From the Calendar--December 13, 1928 Volume 25

At that moment, Jesus kept silent, and I heard the sound of the harmonium playing in the chapel; and Jesus pricked up His ears to listen, and then He added: “Oh! how happy I feel because this sound delights the little daughter of My Will. And I, in hearing it, delight together with her. Oh! how beautiful it is to be delighted together. To make one who loves Me happy is the greatest of My Happinesses.”

And I: “Jesus, my Love, my happiness for me is You alone, all other things hold no attraction over me.”

And Jesus: “Certainly the greatest happiness for you is I, because I contain the source of all joys and happinesses; but I enjoy in giving you the small happinesses, and just as I Myself feel them and enjoy them, I want you to feel them and enjoy them together with Me.”

Then, I was thinking to myself: “Jesus delights so much when I delight in the many happinesses that He spread in the Creation; and why, then, does He grieve me so much, and He renders me so unhappy, to the point of feeling as if I had no life without Him? And in feeling myself without life, all happinesses lose life over my poor soul!”

And Jesus added: “My daughter, if you knew what the utility of My privations is.... You feel yourself lifeless without Me, you feel you are dead; yet, over that pain and that death, My new Life is formed; and this new life brings you the new manifestations of the life of My Divine Will. In fact, since your pain is a Divine pain, that has the virtue of making you feel death, but without dying, it has the virtue of making My very Life rise again, with the enchantment of My Truths.

“The pain of My privation prepares the place for My new Life, and disposes your soul to listen to and to comprehend the important truths on My Divine Fiat. If I did not deprive you of Me so very often, you would not have had the new surprises of your Jesus, His many teachings. Have you yourself not seen how, after you have been without Me and you thought that everything was over for you, My Life would rise again in you and, all love and festive, I would set about giving you My lessons? So, when I deprive you of Me, I remain hidden in you and I prepare the work to give you, and My new Life to rise again.

“I too suffered the pain of death, to make all creatures rise again in the pain of My Death. Death, suffered in the Divine order and in order to fulfill the Divine Will, produces Divine Life, so that all creatures might receive this Divine Life. And, after having suffered so many deaths, I wanted to really die—how many goods did My Resurrection not produce? It can be said that with My Resurrection all the goods of My Redemption rose again, and, with it, all goods rose again for creatures, as well as their very life. Therefore, be attentive, and let Me do.”

From the Calendar--December 12, 1917 Volume 12

Continuing in my usual state, I was fusing all of myself in the Holy Will of my sweet Jesus, and I prayed, I loved, I repaired. And He said to me: "My daughter, do you want a simile for the acts done in My Will? Look up and you will see the sun — a circle of light, with its limits and its shape. But the light which comes from this sun, from within the limits of its circle, fills the earth and extends everywhere -- not in a round shape, but wherever it finds earth, mountains, seas to illuminate and to invest with its heat; so much so, that with the majesty of its light, with the beneficial influence of its heat, and by investing everyone, the sun becomes the king of all planets, and holds supremacy over all created things.

“Now, such are the acts done in My Will, and still more. In doing her act, the creature makes it small and limited, but as it enters into My Will, it becomes immense, it invests all, it gives light and heat to all, it reigns over all, it acquires supremacy over all the other acts of creatures — it has right over all. Therefore, she rules, she dominates, she conquers; yet, her act is small, but by doing it in My Will, it went through an incredible transformation, which not even Angels are allowed to comprehend. I alone can measure the just value of these acts done in My Will. They are the triumph of My Glory, the outpouring of My Love, the fulfillment of Redemption; and I feel as though repaid for Creation itself. Therefore, always forward, in My Will."

From the Calendar--December 2, 1999 Volume 3

[As Luisa has no entries dated December 11th, let us share this passage from another date.]

After this, I remained in silence, and He added: “Today I take pleasure in spending time with you. Tell Me something.” And I: “You know that all my contentment is in being with You, and in having You, I have everything. So, in possessing You, it seems I have nothing else to desire, or to say.” And Jesus: “Let Me hear your voice that cheers My hearing. Let us converse together a little; I have spoken to you many times about the Cross; today, let Me hear you speak of the Cross.”

I felt all confused; I did not know what to say. But as He sent me a ray of intellectual light, to make Him content I began to say: “My Beloved, who can say to You what the Cross is? Your mouth alone can speak worthily of the sublimity of the Cross; but since You want me to speak, I will do it.

“The Cross, suffered by You, freed me from the slavery of the devil, and espoused me to the Divinity with an indissoluble bond. The Cross is fecund and gives birth to Grace in me. The Cross is Light, It disillusions me of what is temporal, and reveals to me what is eternal. The Cross is fire, and reduces to ashes all that is not of God, to the point of emptying my heart of the tiniest blade of grass that might be in it. The Cross is coin of inestimable value, and if I have, O Holy Spouse, the fortune of possessing it, I will be enriched with eternal coins, to the point of becoming the richest in Paradise, because the currency that circulates in Heaven is the Cross suffered on earth. The Cross, then, makes me know myself; not only this, but It gives me the knowledge of God. The Cross grafts all virtues into me. The Cross is the noble pulpit of the uncreated Wisdom, that teaches me the highest, the finest and most sublime doctrines. So, only the Cross will reveal to me the most hidden mysteries, the most secret things, the most perfect perfection, hidden to the most erudite and learned of the world. The Cross is like beneficent water that purifies me; not only this, but It administers to me the nourishment for the virtues, It makes them grow, and only then does It leave me, when It brings me back to Eternal Life. The Cross is like celestial dew, which preserves and embellishes for me the beautiful lily of purity. The Cross is the nourishment of Hope. The Cross is the beacon of operating Faith. The Cross is like hard wood, which preserves the fire of Charity, keeping it always lit. The Cross is like dry wood, which dispels and puts to flight all the smokes of pride and of vainglory, producing the humble violet of humility in the soul. The Cross is the most powerful weapon that offends the demons, and defends me from all of their claws. Therefore, the soul who possesses the Cross is the envy and admiration of the very Angels and Saints, and the rage and indignation of the demons. The Cross is my Paradise on earth, in such a way that if the Paradise of the Blessed up there, is of delights, the Paradise down here is of sufferings. The Cross is the chain of most pure gold that connects me to You, my Highest Good, and forms the most intimate union which can possibly be given, to the point of making my being disappear. And It transforms me in You, my Beloved, to the point that I feel lost within You, and I live from your very Life.”

After I said this (I don’t know whether it is nonsense), my lovable Jesus was all delighted in listening to me, and taken by enthusiasm of love, kissed me all over, and said to me: “Brava, brava, my beloved — you spoke well! My Love is fire, but not like the terrestrial fire which, wherever it penetrates, renders things sterile and reduces everything to ashes. My fire is fecund, and it renders sterile only that which is not virtue. To all the rest it gives life, it makes beautiful flowers bloom, it makes the most delicious fruits mature, and forms the most delightful celestial garden. The Cross is so powerful, and I communicated so much grace to It, as to render It more effective than the very Sacraments; and this, because in receiving the Sacrament of My Body, the dispositions and free concourse of the soul are needed in order to receive My graces, and many times these may be lacking; while the Cross has the virtue of disposing the soul to grace.”

From the Calendar--December 10, 1918 Volume 12

I was saying to my sweet Jesus: "See, I don’t know how to do anything, nor do I have anything to give You, but I want to give You my trifles. I unite these trifles of mine to the All, as You are, and I ask You for souls. Therefore, as I breathe, my breathing asks You for souls; the beating of my heart, with incessant cries, asks You for souls; the motion of my arms, the blood which circulates in me, the batting of my eyelids, the movements of my lips — are souls that I ask of You. And I ask this united with You, with Your Love and in Your Will, so that everyone may hear my incessant cry within You, always asking for souls."

Now, as I was saying this and other things, my Jesus moved in my interior and told me: "My daughter, how sweet and pleasing to Me, is the prayer of the souls who are intimate with Me! How I feel My hidden Life of Nazareth being repeated — with no outward appearance, without any circle of people, with no sound of bells; completely neglected and alone, to the extent that I was barely known. I kept rising between Heaven and earth, asking for souls — not even a breath or a heartbeat escaped Me, which did not ask for souls. And as I did this, My blast resounded in Heaven, and drew the Love of the Father to give Me souls. This same sound, reverberating in hearts, cried out in a sonorous voice: ‘Souls!’ How many wonders did I not work during My hidden Life, known only to My Father in Heaven and to My Mother on earth!

“The same for the hidden soul, who is intimate with Me: as she prays, though no sound is heard on earth, her prayers, like bells, resound more vibrantly in Heaven, to the extent of calling the whole of Heaven to unite Itself with her, and to let mercy descend upon the earth, which resounding not to the hearing but to the hearts of creatures, may dispose them to convert."

From the Calendar--December 9, 1916 Volume 11

I was afflicted because of the privations of my sweet Jesus; and if He comes, while I breathe a little bit of life, I am left more afflicted in seeing Him more afflicted than I am. He does not want to hear about placating Himself, because creatures force Him, and snatch more scourges from Him. But while He scourges, He cries over the lot of man, and He hides deep inside my heart, almost not to see what man suffers. It seems that one can no longer live in these sad times; yet, it seems that this is only the beginning.

Then, as I was worried about my hard and sad lot of having to be so very often without Him, my sweet Jesus came, and throwing one arm around my neck, told me: "My daughter, do not increase My pains by worrying – they are already too many. I do not expect this from you; on the contrary, I want you to make My pains, My prayers and all of Myself your own, in such a way that I may find in you another Me. In these times I want great satisfactions, and only one who makes Me his own can give them to Me. That which the Father found in Me – glory, delight, love, satisfactions whole and perfect, and for the good of all – I want to find in these souls, like as many other Jesuses that match Me. These intentions you must repeat in each Hour of the Passion that you do, in each action – in everything. If I do not find My satisfactions – ah, it is over for the world! The scourges will pour down in torrents. Ah, My daughter! Ah, My daughter!" And He disappeared.

From the Calendar--December 8, 1924 Volume 17

I was thinking about and reflecting on the Immaculate Conception of my Sovereign Queen Mama. The qualities, the beauties and the prodigies of Her Immaculate Conception were pouring into my mind – a prodigy that surpasses all other prodigies made by God in all of creation. Now, while I was thinking of this, I said to myself: “Great is the prodigy of the Immaculate Conception, but my Celestial Mama had no trial during her Conception: everything was favorable to Her, both on the part of God and on the part of Her nature, created by God, so happy, so holy, so privileged. So, what was Her heroism and Her trial? If the Angel was not exempted from the test — nor was Adam in Eden — was the Queen of All alone to be exempted and not to deserve the most beautiful halo that the trial would place on Her august head of Queen and Mother of the Son of God?”

While I was thinking about this, my adorable Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: "My daughter, no one can be acceptable to Me without the test. Had there been no test, I would have had a mother slave, not free; and slavery does not enter Our relations or Our works, nor can it share in Our free Love. My Mama had Her first trial from the very first moment of Her conception. As soon as She did Her first act of reason, She knew Her human will on one side, and the Divine Will on the other, and She was left free to adhere to any of those two wills. And without losing one instant, knowing all the intensity of the sacrifice She was making, She gave Us Her will, without wanting to know it ever again; and We gave Her Ours as gift. And in this exchange of donation of wills on both sides, poured all the qualities, the beauties, the prodigies, the immense seas of grace of the Immaculate Conception of the most privileged of all creatures.

“It is always the will that I am used to testing. All sacrifices, even death, which were not directed to Me from the human will, would nauseate Me, and would attract not even a glance of Mine.

“But do you want to know what was the greatest prodigy worked by Us in this creature so holy, and the greatest heroism of this creature so beautiful, that no one – no one will ever be able to equal? She began Her life with Our Will, and with Our Will She continued it and fulfilled it. So, one can say that She fulfilled it from the moment She started it, and that She started it there where She fulfilled it; and Our greatest prodigy was that in each one of Her thoughts, words, breaths, heartbeats, movements and steps, Our Will poured upon Her, and She offered Us the heroism of a Divine and eternal thought, word, breath, heartbeat, operating in Her. This raised Her so high that what We were by nature, She was by grace. All of Her other qualities, Her privileges, Her very Immaculate Conception, would have been nothing compared to this great prodigy. Even more, this is what confirmed Her and made Her stable and strong during all of Her life. My continuous Will, pouring upon Her, made Her share in the Divine Nature; and Her continuous receiving It, rendered Her strong in love, strong in sorrow — different from everyone. In this Will of Ours operating in Her, She drew the Word upon earth, and the seed of the Divine Fecundity in order to conceive a Man and God without human intervention. And Our Will made Her worthy to be the Mother of Her own Creator.

“This is why I keep insisting on the topic of my Will – because My Will maintains the soul beautiful, just as she came out of Our hands, and raises her as the original copy of her Creator. As many great works and sacrifices as one may do, if My Will is not in them, I refuse them, I do not recognize them – it is not food for Me. And the most beautiful works, without My Will, become food for the human will, for self-esteem, and for the greed of the creature."

From the Calendar--December 7, 1902 Volume 4

As I was in my usual state, I found myself amid most thick darkness. In it there were thousands of people whom that darkness rendered blind, to the point that they themselves could not understand what they were doing. It seemed it was part of Italy and part of France. Oh, how many errors could be seen in France – worse than those of Italy! It seemed that they had lost their human reason, the primary endowment of man, which distinguishes him from the beasts. But he has become worse than the beasts themselves. Near this darkness one could see a lamp; I approached it and I found my loving Jesus, but so afflicted and indignant with those people that I trembled like a leaf, and I only said: “Lord, placate Yourself and let me suffer by pouring your indignation upon me.” And He told me: "How can I placate Myself if they want to exclude Me from them, as if they were not a work created by Me? Don’t you see how France has driven Me away from herself, considering herself honored in no longer recognizing Me? And how Italy wants to follow France, as there are some who would give their souls to the devil in order to win that point of forming the law of divorce — after they tried so many times and were left crushed and confused? Instead of placating Myself and pouring My indignation upon you, I suspend you from the state of victim, because after My Justice has tried several times, using all of Its power so as not to give that chastisement wanted by man himself – and in spite of this, he still wants it – it is necessary for Justice to suspend one who holds It back, and to let the chastisement fall." And I: “Lord, if You wanted to suspend me for other chastisements, I would easily have accepted, because it is right that the creature conform to Your Holy Will in everything; but to accept it for this evil most grave... my soul cannot digest this suspension. Rather, invest me with Your power and allow me to go into the midst of those people who want this.” While saying this, I found myself with them; they seemed to be invested with diabolical forces, especially one of them, who seemed enraged. As though wanting to turn everything upside down, I spoke and spoke, but I could barely manage to cast a few glimmers of reason into him, making known to him the error they were committing. After this, I found myself inside myself, with sufferings extremely scarce.

From the Calendar--December 6, 1917 Volume 12

After having received Jesus in the Sacrament, I was telling my Jesus: “I kiss You with the kiss of Your Will. You are not content if I give You only my kiss, but You want the kiss of all creatures. So I give You the kiss in Your Will, because in It I find all creatures; and on the wings of Your Will, I take all their mouths and I give You the kiss of all; and as I kiss You, I kiss You with the kiss of Your Love, so that I may kiss You not with my love, but with Your own Love, and You may feel the contentment, the sweetness and the gentleness of Your own Love on the lips of all creatures, in such a way that, as You are attracted by Your own Love, I may force You to kiss all creatures...” But then, who can tell all the nonsense I was saying to my lovable Jesus?

Then my sweet Jesus told me: "My daughter, how sweet it is for Me to see, to feel, the soul in My Will. Without realizing it, she finds herself at the heights of My acts, of My prayers, of the way I acted when I was on this earth. She places herself almost at My level. In My most tiny acts, I enclosed all creatures, past, present and future, in order to offer to the Father complete acts in the name of all creatures. Not even one breath of the creatures escaped Me, which I did not enclose in Me; otherwise the Father might have found some exceptions in recognizing the creatures, and all their acts – because they would not have been done by Me and have come out from Me. He might have said to Me: ‘You have not done everything — and for everyone; Your work is not complete. I cannot recognize all of them, because You have not embodied them all within You, and I want to recognize only what You did.” Therefore, in the immensity of My Will, of My Love and Power, I did everything, and for everyone.

“So, how could other things, outside of My Will, ever please Me, as beautiful as they might be? They are always low, human and finite acts. Instead, the acts in My Will are noble, divine, interminable and infinite — as My Volition is. They are similar to mine, and I give them the same value, love, power of My own acts; I multiply them in everyone; I extend them to all generations and to all times. What do I care if they are small? They are still My acts that are being repeated, and that’s enough. And then, the soul places herself in her true nothingness -- not in humility, in which she always feels something of herself. And as a nothing she enters into the All, and operates with Me, in Me and like Me — completely stripped of herself, not caring about merit or self-interest, but all intent only on making Me happy, giving Me absolute lordship over her acts, without even wanting to know what I do with them. Only one thought occupies her: to live in My Will, praying to Me that I may give her the honor. This is why I love her so much, and all My predilections and My Love are for this soul who lives in My Will. And if I love the others, it is by virtue of the love which I have for this soul, and which descends from her — just as the Father loves the creatures by virtue of the Love He has for Me."

And I: “How true it is what You say — that in Your Will one wants nothing and wants to know nothing. If one wants to do something, it is because You have done it. One feels the ardent desire to repeat Your things. Everything disappears; one no longer wants to do anything.” And Jesus: "And I make her do everything, and I give everything to her."

From the Calendar--December 5, 1928 Volume 25

[Jesus speaking] “What a difference is there not between the sun in the height of its sphere and the earth in its lowness? The poor earth is subject to the night, to seasons, and to asking the sun to form the beautiful flowerings, the colors, the sweetness, the maturity of its fruits. And the sun is not free to display all of its effects over the earth, if the earth does not lend itself to receive them; so much so, that certain points of the earth the sun does not always reach, and other points are dry and without plants.

“This is nothing other than a simile of one who does My Divine Will and lives in It and one who lives in the earth of her human volition. The first makes descend, not only the Sun of My Divine Will into her soul, but the whole of Heaven. Therefore, with this Sun, she possesses the perennial day, a day that never sets, because the light has the virtue of putting darkness to flight. So, the night of passions, the night of weaknesses, of miseries, of coldnesses, of temptations, cannot be there with this Sun; and if they wanted to draw near to form the seasons in the soul, this Sun beats down Its rays and puts all nights to rushed flight, saying: ‘I am here, and that’s enough—My seasons are seasons of light, of peace, of happiness and of perennial flowering.’ This soul is the bearer of Heaven upon earth. …”

From the Calendar--December 4, 1902 Volume 4

I was thinking in my mind about this obedience, saying: “They are right in commanding me this way; besides, it is not such a great thing that the Lord would allow me to obey in the way wanted by them. So they say: either He should let you obey, or He should tell the reason why He wants the confessor to come to make you come round from that state.” While I was thinking of this, my adorable Jesus moved in my interior, telling me: "My daughter, I wanted them to find the reason of My operating by themselves, because in My life, from the moment I was born up to My death, everything can be found, since the life of the whole Church is enclosed in it. When compared to some step that can be conformed to My life, the most difficult matters are solved, the most tangled situations are unraveled, and in the most obscure and abstruse ones, such that the human mind almost becomes lost in that obscurity, one finds the clearest and brightest light. This means that they do not have My life as the rule of their operating, otherwise they would have found the reason. But since they have not found the reason themselves, it is necessary that I speak and manifest it."

After this, He stood up and with empire – but so much that I became fearful – He said: "What is the meaning of that ‘ostende te sacerdoti’ [show yourself to the priest]?" Then, becoming sweeter, He added: "My power extended everywhere, and from any place I was I could operate the most sensational miracles; yet, in almost all My miracles I wanted to be personally present. As for example, when I resurrected Lazarus, I went there, I had them remove the sepulchral stone, then I had him released, and then, with the empire of My voice I called him back to life. In resurrecting the young girl, I took her by the hand with My right hand, and I called her back to life; and in many other things which are recorded in the Gospel, and which are known to all, I wanted to be there with My presence. This teaches the way in which the priest must behave in his operating, since the future life of the Church was enclosed in Mine. And these are things that pertain to you, though in general; but your specific circumstance they will find on Calvary. I, priest and victim, lifted up on the wood of the cross, wanted a priest to be present, to assist Me in that state of victim – and he was Saint John, who represented the nascent Church. In him I saw everyone — Popes, bishops, priests and all the faithful together; and while assisting Me, He offered Me as victim for the glory of the Father and for the good outgrowth of the nascent Church. The fact that a priest assisted Me in that state of victim did not happen by chance, but everything was a profound mystery predisposed ab aeterno [from eternity] in the Divine Mind, intending that when I choose a soul as victim for the grave needs present in the Church, a priest must offer her to Me, assist her for Me, help her and encourage her to suffer. If these things are understood – fine, they themselves will receive the fruit of the work they offer; just like Saint John: how many goods did he not receive for having assisted Me on Mount Calvary? If then they are not understood, they do nothing but put my work amid continuous contrasts, diverting my most beautiful designs.

“In addition to this, My Wisdom is infinite, and when It sends some cross to a soul for her sanctification, It does not take that soul alone, but five, ten... as many as I please, so that not one alone, but all others together may be sanctified. In fact, on Calvary I was not alone; in addition to having a priest, I had a Mother, I had friends and also enemies, and on seeing the prodigy of My patience, many of them believed in Me as the God I was, and were converted. Had I been alone, would they have received these great goods? Certainly not."

But who can say everything He told me, or explain the most minute meanings? I said this the best I could – the way I was able to say it in my roughness. I hope that the Lord will do the rest, by illuminating them so that they may comprehend what I have not been able to manifest well.

From the Calendar--December 3, 1926 Volume 20

“Do you know what puts distance between God and the soul? The human will! Each act of it is one step of distance between the Creator and the creature. The more the human will operates, the more man moves away from He who created him; he loses sight of Him; he decays from his origin; he breaks every bond with the Celestial Family.

“Suppose that a sun’s ray could detach itself from the center of its sphere: as it moves away from the sun, it feels itself dispersing light; and if it moves so far away as to completely lose sight of the sun, this ray disperses all of its light and turns into darkness. This ray, converted into darkness, feels a motion, a life within itself, but it is no longer capable of giving light, because it possesses none; therefore its motion, its life, is only capable of spreading thick darkness.

“Such are the creatures—rays of light that came out from the sphere of the Sun of the Divinity: as they move away from My Will, they empty themselves of light, because it was given to My Will to preserve the light in these rays; and so they turn into darkness. Oh! if all knew what it means not to do My Will—oh! how attentive they would be not to let the poison of the human will, destroyer of every good, enter into them.”

From the Calendar--December 2, 1928 Volume 25

“Ah! don’t you know that you are the Tabernacle of My Divine Will? How many works have I not done in you; how many graces have I not poured into you in order to form this Tabernacle for Myself? A Tabernacle—I could call it—unique in the world. In fact, as for Eucharistic tabernacles, I have a good number of them, but in this Tabernacle of My Divine Fiat I do not feel like a prisoner, I possess the endless expanses of My Will, I do not feel alone, I have one who keeps Me perennial company; and now I act as a teacher and I give you My celestial lessons; now I do My outpourings of love and of sorrow; now I celebrate, to the point of amusing Myself with you.

“So, if I pray, if I suffer, if I cry and if I celebrate, I am never alone, I have the little daughter of My Divine Will together with Me. And then, I have the great honor and the most beautiful conquest, that I like the most, which is a human will all sacrificed for Me, and as the footstool of My Divine Will. I could call it My favorite Tabernacle, in which I so much delight, that I would not exchange it for the Eucharistic tabernacles; because in them I am alone, nor does the host give Me a Divine Will as I find It in you, such that, as It bilocates Itself, while I have It within Me, I also find It in you. …”

From the Calendar--December 1, 1927 Volume 23

I was feeling totally without my highest Good, Jesus, and as much as I asked for Him, I could not manage to find Him. So I felt tortured and embittered in an unspeakable way. My words don’t have the terms to manifest my sorrow, therefore I move on.

Then, after long days of martyrdom and of abandonment in that Divine Fiat, my Beloved Jesus moved in my interior and told me: “My daughter, I want from you the same strength of mind of the Celestial Sovereign Lady, who reached the point of loving the Divine Will more than the very Humanity of Her Son Jesus. How many times the Divine Will commanded Us to separate from each other, and I had to go far away from Her, and She had to remain without Me, without following Me. And She stayed with such strength and peace as to place Her very Son after the Divine Fiat; so much so, that the Divine Fiat, enraptured by such strength, bilocated the Sun of My Divine Will, and while remaining with My Mama, centralized in Her, It remained centralized in Me. The Sun bilocated Itself, but the light remained as one—extending, but without ever separating from both centers of the bilocated Sun.

“The Sovereign Queen had received everything from My Will—fullness of grace, sanctity, sovereignty over everything, and even the fecundity to be able to give life to Her Son. My Will had given Her everything and had denied Her nothing; so, when My Will wanted Me to go far away, with heroic strength, She would give back to the Divine Will what She had received. The heavens were stupefied in seeing the strength, the heroism of She who—yet they knew—loved Me more than Her very life.

“So I would like to see the little daughter of My Divine Will: strong, peaceful and, with heroism, giving your Jesus back to the Divine Will when It wants you to remain without Him. I would rather not see you disheartened, melancholic, but with the strength of the Celestial Mama; and just as for the Sovereign Queen of Heaven the separation was only external and apparent, but internally the Divine Volition kept Us fused together and inseparable, so it will be with you: My Volition will keep you fused within Me, and we will do the same acts together, without ever separating.”

From the Calendar--November 30, 1929 Volume 27

… I thought to myself: “How can I arrive at pearling each thought of creature with my ‘I love You’?”

And my sweet Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: “My daughter, with My Will you can do anything, and can reach anything. Now, you must know that, before sinning, in each thought he made, in each gaze, word, work, step, heartbeat, man gave his act to God, and God gave His continuous Act to man. So, his condition was of always giving to his Creator, and of always receiving. There was such harmony between Creator and creature that, on both sides, they could not be without one giving and the other receiving, to then give act again, be it even a thought, a gaze. Therefore, each thought of man looked for God, and God ran to fill his thought with grace, with sanctity, with light, with life, with Divine Will. It can be said that the littlest act of man loved and recognized He who had given him life, and God loved him back by requiting him with His Love, and by making His Divine Life grow in each act of man, little and great. He was incapable of receiving the Divine Life all at once—he was too narrow, and God gave It to him sip by sip, in each act he did for love of Him, taking delight in giving him always, to form His Divine Life in him.

“Therefore, each thought and act of man poured into God, and God poured into him. This was the true order of Creation: to find in man, in each of his acts, his Creator, so that He might be able to give him His Light and what He had established to give him. Our Divine Will, present in Us and in him, made Itself the bearer of one and of the other, and forming the full day in him, It placed in common the goods of both. How happy was the condition of man when Our Divine Fiat reigned in him. It can be said that he was growing on Our paternal knees, attached to Our breast, from which he drew growth and his formation.

“This is why I want that, in My Divine Volition, each thought of creature have your ‘I love You’—to call back the order between Creator and creature. In fact, you must know that, by sinning, man not only rejected Our Fiat, but broke the love toward He who had loved him so much; he put himself at a distance from his Creator, and a far away love cannot form life, because true love feels the need to be nourished by the love of the beloved, and to remain so close as to be impossible for them to separate. … “

From the Calendar--November 29, 1937 Volume 35

…Then, Jesus continued: “My good daughter, Our Love is such that, everywhere and in every place—even in the most tiny blade of grass, in the air that the creature breathes, in the water she drinks; even underneath her steps, as she treads the ground—We send Our Voices, Our spasming cries of Love—‘I Love you, I Love you, I Love you!...’ But Our Love can’t find peace, feeling that It’s not listened to by the creature, and not hearing her repeating: ‘I love You, I love You...’ And in Our delirium of Love We say: ‘O...is anybody listening to Us? O...! Nobody is saying to Us “I love You, I love You.” Why then say “I Love You, I Love You,” if nobody returns it to Us? To whom do We say “I Love you...” to the air, to the wind, to the empty space? Our “I Love you” doesn’t know where to go—where to lean—if it doesn’t find the “I love You” of the creature to receive it and return it with her own, so that her love may find refuge inside Our Immense Love, leaning on It, and growing more and more.’

“When the creature listens to Our ‘I Love you’ and returns it, in Our emphasis of Love—as if reconciled by her love, We say: ‘Finally, We’ve been heard. Our Love found one to go to, a place for refuge. We have been recognized. We found one who says “I love You.”’ Then Our Love makes a feast. But when We cannot find one who says ‘I love You,’ We don’t find one who recognizes Us, who listens to Us—one who loves Us. How hard it is to Love, not being loved! How I wish that everybody knew that with My Love I sustain them, I hug them, I Love them and I make them breathe; I Love them and I give them a heartbeat; I Love them and I give them speech; I Love them and I give them the step; I Love them and I give them motion, thinking, food, water.... All that they are and receive is the effect of My flowing Love. So, isn’t not loving Me a horrible ingratitude? It is making Our Love a Martyr—because We Loved, and We are not loved.”