From the Calendar--April 23, 1925 Volume 17

I was fusing myself in the Holy Divine Will according to my usual way, and my sweet Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: "My daughter, come into the immensity of My Will. All Heaven and all things created by Me, which live and receive continuous life from My Will, in which they find their complete glory, their full happiness and their perfect beauty, anxiously await the kiss of the pilgrim soul who lives in the same Will in which they live, to give her their kiss in return, and to place in common with her the glory, the happiness, the beauty which they possess, so that their number may be increased by another creature who would render Me complete glory, for as much as it is possible to a creature, and who would make Me look at the earth with the love with which I created it, since on earth there is a creature who operates and lives in My Will. Since Heaven knows that nothing glorifies Me as much as a soul who lives in My Will, they too long for My Will to live in the souls upon earth. Therefore, every act the creature does in My Will is a kiss that she gives and receives from the One who created her, and from all the blessed.

“But do you know what this kiss is? It is the transformation of the soul with her Creator; it is the possession of God within the soul, and of the soul in God; it is the growth of the Divine Life in the soul; it is the accord of the whole of Heaven, and it is the right of supremacy over all created things. The soul, purged by My Will through the omnipotent breath which We, her God, infused in her, no longer produces the nausea of the human will, and so God continues to breathe upon her with His omnipotent breath, so that she may grow with that Will with which He created her. On the other hand, the soul who has not yet been purged, feels the attraction of her own will, and so she acts against the Will of God, doing her own. God cannot approach her to breathe on her again, feeling repugnance, until the soul gives all of herself to the exercise and the fulfillment of the Divine Will.

“Therefore, you must know that, in creating man, God infused Life in him with His breath; and in this Life He infused in him an intelligence, a memory and a will, to place them in relation with His Divine Will. This Divine Will was to be like a King; It was to dominate all of the interior of the creature, and to give Life to all, in such a way as to form the intelligence and the memory wanted by the Supreme Will in her. Once this was formed, it was as though natural for the eye of the creature to look at created things, and to know their order and the Will of God over the whole universe. The hearing was to hear the prodigies of this Eternal Will. The mouth, which was to feel the continuous breath of its Creator, communicating to it the Life and the goods contained in His Will, was to echo that Eternal FIAT with its word, to narrate what ‘Will of God’ means. The hands were to be the expression of the works of this Supreme Will. The feet were to do nothing but follow, step by step, the steps of their Creator. So, once the Divine Will is established in the will of the creature, she has the eyes, the hearing, the mouth, the hands, the feet, of My Will. She never departs from the origin from which she came; and so she remains always in My arms, and it is easy for her to feel My breath, and for Me to breathe upon her.

“Now, this is exactly what I want from the creature: that she let My Will reign in hers, and that her will serve as the dwelling of My Will, so that the Divine Will may place in her the Celestial Goods It contains. This is what I want from you, so that all your acts, sealed by My Will, may form one single act; and uniting to the single Act of My Will which has no multiplicity or mutation of acts — as it happens in man — your acts may remain in that Eternal Origin, in order to copy your Creator within you, and to give Him the Glory and the contentment that His Will be done in you as It is in Heaven."

From the Calendar--April 22, 1928 Volume 24

Then, I was thinking to myself: “But, what evil does the creature do when she does her human will?”
And Jesus added: “My daughter, the evil is great. My Will is Light, and the human will is darkness; My Will is Sanctity, and the human is sin; Mine is Beauty and contains every good, while the human is ugliness and contains every evil. So, by not doing My Will, the soul makes the Light die, she gives death to Sanctity, to Beauty and to all goods; and by doing her will, she makes darkness rise, she gives life to sin, to ugliness and to all evils. Yet, doing their own will seems nothing to creatures, while they dig themselves an abyss of evils that leads them to the precipice. And then, does it seem trivial to you that while My Will brings them Its Light, Its Sanctity, Its Beauty and all of Its Goods—and only because It loves these creatures—It receives the affront of seeing Its Light, Its Sanctity, Its Beauty and all of Its Goods die in them?

“My Humanity felt so much this death that the human will gave to the Light and Sanctity of Its Will within creatures, that it can be said that this was the true death It felt, because It felt the torment and the weight of a death of an infinite Light and Sanctity, that creatures had dared to destroy within themselves. And My Humanity moaned and felt crushed by as many deaths for as many times as they had dared to give death to the Light and Sanctity of My Divine Will within them.

“What evil would it not be for nature if they made the light of the sun, the wind that purifies, the air that they breathe, die? There would be such disorder that creatures would all die. Yet, the Light of My Will is more than sun for souls—more than wind that purifies and air that forms their breathing. So, from the disorder that could take place if they could make the light of the sun, the wind and the air die, you can comprehend the evil that takes place by not doing My adorable Will, which is act of Primary Life and Center of all creatures.”

From the Calendar--April 21, 1929 Volume 26

My abandonment in the Divine Fiat continues. I feel I cannot be without remaining in my dear inheritance, that my sweet Jesus, with so much love, gave me, saying to me: “Daughter, I entrust It to you, that you may never go out of It, and may make your continuous echo resound from one point to another, in such a way that all of Heaven may hear that Our endless inheritance of Our Fiat on earth is not isolated, but is inhabited by Our little daughter. She will always go around within It, to keep company with all the acts of Our Will, and with all of Its apartments.” Therefore, it is dear and sweet to me living in my celestial inheritance; I would feel life missing in me without It.

So, while I was going around in It, my always lovable Jesus was going around together with me, and, all love, told me: “My daughter, My Divine Will is all fullness; there is nothing that It does not possess: immensity of light, unreachable sanctity, endlessness without boundaries, incessant generation; It sees everything, It feels and molds everything. All this is Its nature in My Divine Fiat, therefore Its acts possess the fullness of all goods.

“So, in order to be able to enclose even a single act of It in the depth of the soul, it is necessary that she empty herself of all of herself, and return to the void of her nothingness, as in the act in which she was created, so that My Divine Volition may find the space of the nothingness to be able to deposit an act of fullness of Its own, that is such that, possessing the incessant generative virtue, one act calls for another, in a way that nothing must be lacking—neither fullness of light, of sanctity, of love, of beauty, nor multiplicity of Divine acts.

“Therefore, the sanctity done in My Divine Will possesses all the fullness—but so much, that if God wanted to give her more, He would not find the space in which to put more light, more beauty. We would say: ‘You are all beautiful, nor can We add for you any more beauty, so beautiful you are. You are the work of Our Volition, and this is enough for you to be a work worthy of Us.’ …”

From the Calendar--April 20, 1900 Volume 3

My adorable Jesus continues to come, for just a little and like a shadow, and even when He comes He does not say anything. This morning, after He renewed in me the pains of the cross as many as two times, looking at me with tenderness while I was suffering the spasm of the piercings of the nails, He told me: “The Cross is a mirror in which the soul admires the Divinity, and by reflecting herself in it, she acquires the features and the likeness which most resembles God. The cross must not only be loved and desired, but one must consider it an honor and a glory. This is to operate as God and to become like God by participation, because I alone gloried in the Cross and considered suffering an honor, and I loved it so much that in my whole life I did not want to be one moment without the Cross.”

Who can say what I understood about the Cross from this speaking of blessed Jesus? But I feel mute in expressing it with words. Ah, Lord, I pray You to keep me always nailed to the Cross, so that, having this divine mirror ever before me, I may clean all my stains and embellish myself ever more in your likeness.

From the Calendar--April 19, 1919 Volume 12

Continuing in my usual state, I felt all afflicted, and my always lovable Jesus, in coming, clasped me, and placing His arm around my neck, told me: "My daughter, what is it? Your affliction weighs upon My Heart and pierces Me more than My own pains. Poor daughter, you have compassionated Me many times, and have taken My pains upon yourself; now I want to compassionate you and take your pain Myself." And He clasped me all to His Heart, and drawing me outside of myself, He added: "Be cheered, My daughter. Come into My Will to be able to better understand and see all that My Humanity did for the good of creatures."

I don’t know how to say all that I understood. In many things, I lack the words; I will just say what my sweet Jesus told me: "My daughter, My Humanity was the only organ which reordered the harmony between Creator and creature. I did for each soul all that they was supposed to do toward their Creator, not excluding even lost souls, because I was to give to the Father complete glory, love and satisfaction for all created things; with this only difference: the souls who somehow fulfill their duties toward the Creator — almost nobody arrives at satisfying them all — unite their glory to Mine, and everything they do remains as though grafted into Mine; while the lost ones remain as though parched members, and since vital humors are missing in them, they are not fit for receiving any graft of the good I have done for them, but they are only fit for burning in the eternal fire. Therefore, My Humanity restored the lost harmony between creatures and Creator, and sealed it at the price of blood and unheard-of pains."

From the Calendar--April 18, 1937 Volume 34

Now, while my mind was drowned in Its Divine Sea, my beloved Jesus, surprising me with His brief little visit, with a Love that He could not contain, told me: “My blessed daughter, the Excessive Love of the Divine Will gives of the incredible. When the creature Lives in It, has formed her little sea of the Fiat in her soul, such that drawn by Its same Power, It always wants to increase more this little sea of Its in the circle of the soul—listen to what It does: Taken with Irresistible Love It runs, It always runs in every act that she does. If It sees that she must make use of the word, It runs, It goes to meet her, It Invests the word with Its Fiat, and increases Its Divine Power in the word of the creature. If It sees that she must operate, It runs, It takes her hands, It clasps them to Itself, It Invests them with Its Fiat, and It augments Its Divine Power in her works. If It sees that she is about to take a step, It runs, It Invests it, and gives them such Power, as to always run toward the One who always runs toward her. If she loves, It runs in order to give her New Love. If It sees that she desires that she wants to be always more good, it runs and augments her goodness. There is no thought, heartbeat, or breath that It does not Invest with Its Fiat in order to make Its Wisdom, Its Beauty, the Heartbeat of Its Eternal Love, grow. …”

From the Calendar--April 17, 1922 Volume 14

Continuing in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, and I found my sweet Jesus, my Life and my All. Innumerable suns of light were coming out of Him, and surrounded Him. I flew into the midst of that Light, and throwing myself into His arms, I clasped Him very tightly, telling Him: “Finally I found You. Now I will not leave You any more. You make me wait so long, and I remain without life, without You. But I cannot be without life, therefore now I will not leave You any more.” And I squeezed Him more tightly for fear that He might escape; and Jesus, as though enjoying my squeezes, told me: "My daughter, do not fear, I will not leave you either. If you cannot be without Me, neither can I be without you; and to make you be sure that I do not leave you, I want to chain you with My own Light."

I remained so immersed and interwoven within the Light of Jesus that it seemed to me that I would no longer find the way out. How happy I felt, and how many things I understood in that Light! I lack the words to express myself. I just remember that He said to me: "Daughter of My Will, this Light that you see is nothing other than My Will which wants to consume your will in order to give you the shape of Our Image — the Three Divine Persons – in such a way that, transforming you completely into Ourselves, We will leave Our Volition in you as Divine Actor, which matches Us in everything We do. So, Our Images will come out from Ourselves, and Our Will, acting within you, will take as many of them from you. Oh, how the purpose of Creation will be fulfilled! …”

From the Calendar--April 16, 1899 Volume 2

While I was in my usual state, Jesus invited me to go around to see what creatures were doing. I said to Him: “My adorable Jesus, this morning I don’t feel like going around and seeing the offenses that they give You. Let us stay here, the two of us together.”

But Jesus insisted that He wanted to go around, and so, to make Him content, I said to Him: “If You want to go out, let us rather go inside some churches, because the offenses they give You are fewer there.” And so we went inside a church, but there also He was offended – more than in other places; not because more sins are committed in the churches than in the world, but because those are offenses given by His dearest ones, by the very ones who should lay down their soul and body to defend the honor and the glory of God. This is why they reach His adorable Heart more painfully. I could see devout souls who, because of bagatelles of no importance, did not prepare well for Communion. Instead of thinking of Jesus, their minds were thinking about their little disturbances, about many trifles, and this was their occupation. How Jesus pitied them, and how much pity they themselves aroused! They paid attention to so many straws, to so many specks; but then, they didn’t so much as glance at Jesus.

Jesus said to me: "My daughter, how these souls prevent My Grace from pouring into them. I do not look at trifles, but at the love with which they come to Me; yet, they make an exchange: they pay more attention to straws than to love. But while love destroys the straws, with many straws love cannot increase even a tiny bit; rather, it is decreased. But what is worse about these souls is that they get so disturbed, and they waste much time. They would like to spend entire hours with their confessors to talk about all these trifles, but they never get down to work with a good and courageous resolution, in order to root those straws out. What should I tell you then, O My daughter, about certain priests of these times? One can say that they operate almost satanically, reaching the point of making themselves idols of souls. Ah, yes! It is by My sons that My Heart is pierced the most, because if the others offend Me more, they offend the members of My body; but My own offend Me in My most sensitive and tender parts, deep into My inmost Heart." Who can say the torment of Jesus? In speaking these words He was crying bitterly. I did as much as I could to compassionate Him and repair Him, but while I was doing this, Jesus and I, together, withdrew into my bed."

From the Calendar--April 15, 1919 Volume 12

[Jesus speaking] “Now, My Resurrection is the symbol of the souls who will form their Sanctity in My Will. The Saints of the past centuries symbolize My Humanity. Although resigned, they did not have continuous act in My Will; therefore, they did not receive the mark of the Sun of My Resurrection, but the mark of the works of My Humanity before My Resurrection. Therefore, they will be many; almost like stars, they will form a beautiful ornament to the Heaven of My Humanity. But the Saints of the living in My Will, who will symbolize My Resurrected Humanity, will be few. In fact, many throngs and crowds of people saw My Humanity, but few saw My Resurrected Humanity — only the believers, those who were most disposed, and, I could say, only those who contained the seed of My Will. In fact, if they did not have that seed, they would have lacked the necessary sight to be able to see My Resurrected and glorious Humanity, and therefore be spectators of My Ascent into Heaven.

“Now, if My Resurrection symbolizes the Saints of the living in My Will — and this with reason, since each act, word, step, etc. done in My Will is a Divine resurrection that the soul receives; it is a mark of glory that she receives; it is to go out of herself in order to enter the Divinity, and to love, work and think, hiding herself in the refulgent Sun of My Volition — what is the wonder, if the soul remains fully risen and identified with the very Sun of My Glory, and symbolizes My Resurrected Humanity? But few are those who dispose themselves to this, because even in sanctity, souls want something for their own good; while the Sanctity of living in My Will has nothing of its own — everything is of God. It takes too much for souls to dispose themselves to this — to strip themselves of their own goods. Therefore, they will not be many.

“You are not in the number of the many, but of the few. Therefore, be always attentive to the call, and to your continuous flight."

Seventh Word on the Cross, from the 24 Hours of the Passion

My dying Crucified, Jesus, You are now about to give the last Breaths of Your Mortal Life; Your Most Holy Humanity is already stiffened; Your Heart seems to beat no longer.  With Magdalene I cling to Your Feet and, if it were possible, I would like to give my life to revive Yours.

Meanwhile, O Jesus, I see that You open Your dying eyes again, and You look around from the Cross, as though wanting to give the last good-bye to all.  You look at Your dying Mama, who no longer has motion or voice, so many are the pains She feels; and You say, “Good-bye Mama, I am leaving, but I will keep You in My Heart.  You, take care of My children and Yours.”  You look at crying Magdalene, faithful John and Your very enemies, and with Your Gazes You say to them, “I Forgive you; I give you the Kiss of Peace.”  Nothing escapes Your Gaze; You take leave of everyone and forgive everyone.  Then, You gather all Your Strengths, and with a loud and thundering Voice, You cry out, “Father, into Your Hands I commend My Spirit.”  And bowing Your Head, You breathe Your last.

My Jesus, at this cry all nature is shaken and cries over Your death—the death of its Creator!  The earth trembles strongly; and with its trembling, it seems to be crying and wanting to shake up souls to recognize You as True God.  The veil of the Temple is torn; the dead are risen; the sun, which until now had cried over Your pains, has withdrawn its light with horror.  At this cry, Your enemies fall on their knees, and beating their breasts, they say, “Truly He is the Son of God.”  And Your Mother, petrified and dying, suffers pains harder than death.

My dead Jesus, with this cry You also place all of us into the Hands of the Father, because You do not reject us.  Therefore You cry out loudly, not only with Your Voice, but with all Your Pains and with the voices of Your Blood, “Father, into Your Hands I commend My Spirit and all souls.”  My Jesus, I too abandon myself in You; and You give me the Grace to die completely in Your Love—in Your Will, and I pray that You never permit me, either in life or in death, to go out of Your Most Holy Will.  Meanwhile I intend to repair for all those who do not abandon themselves perfectly to Your Most Holy Will, therefore losing or maiming the Precious Gift of Your Redemption.  What is not the sorrow of Your Heart, O my Jesus, in seeing so many creatures escaping from Your arms and abandoning themselves to themselves?  Have pity on all, O my Jesus—have pity on me.

I kiss Your Head crowned with thorns, and I ask Your Forgiveness for my many thoughts of pride, of ambition and of self-esteem.  And I promise You that every time a thought arises in me which is not completely for You, O Jesus, and that I find myself in occasions of offending You, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O Jesus, I kiss Your beautiful eyes, still wet with tears and covered with dried Blood, and I ask Your Forgiveness for all the times I have offended You with evil and immodest gazes.  I promise You that every time my eyes are led to look at things of the earth, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O my Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sacred Ears, deafened by insults and horrible blasphemies up to the very last moments, and I ask Your Forgiveness for all the times I have listened to, or made others listen to discourses which move us away from You, and for all the evil discourses made by creatures.  And I promise You that every time I find myself in the occasion of hearing unseemly discourses, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O my Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy Face, pale, bruised and bleeding, and I ask Your Forgiveness for the many scorns, offenses and insults You receive from us, most miserable creatures, with our sins.  I promise You that every time I have the temptation of not giving You all the glory, the love and the adoration which is due to You, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O my Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sacred Mouth, dry and embittered.  I ask Your Forgiveness for all the times I have offended You with my evil discourses; for all the times I have contributed to embittering You and increasing Your thirst.  I promise You that every time the thought comes to me of making discourses which might offend You, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O my Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy Neck, and I can still see the marks of the chains and of the ropes that have oppressed You.  I ask Your Forgiveness for the many bonds and for the many attachments of the creatures, which have increased the ropes and the chains around Your Most Holy Neck.  And I promise You that every time I feel disturbed by attachments, desires and affections which are not for You, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy Shoulders, and I ask Your Forgiveness for the many illicit satisfactions; Forgiveness for the many sins committed with the five senses of our body.  I promise You that every time the thought comes to me of taking some pleasures or satisfactions which are not for Your glory, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy Breast, and I ask Your Forgiveness for all the coldness, indifference, lukewarmness and horrendous ingratitude You receive from the creatures; and I promise You that every time I feel my love for You become cooler, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sacred Hands.  I ask Your Forgiveness for all the evil and indifferent works; for many acts rendered malicious by love of self and self-esteem.  I promise You that every time the thought comes to me of not operating only for love of  You, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O my Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy Feet, and I ask Your Forgiveness for the many steps, the many paths covered without righteous intention; for many who move away from You to go in search of the pleasures of the earth.  I promise You that every time the thought comes to me of moving away from You, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, I commend my soul to You.”

O Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sacred Heart, and I intend to enclose in It, with my soul, all the souls redeemed by You, so that all may be saved—no one excluded.

O Jesus, lock me in Your Heart, and close the doors, that I may see nothing but You.  I promise You that every time the thought comes to me of wanting to go out of this Heart, immediately I will cry out, “Jesus and Mary, to You I give my heart and my soul.”

Institution of the Eucharist, from the 24 Hours of the Passion

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.

From the Calendar--April 14, 1923 Volume 15

[Jesus speaking] “Now, My daughter, let’s come to My Will. Do you think it is a Sanctity like the other sanctities? A good, a grace, almost like the others which I have given for many centuries to the other Saints and to the whole Church? No, no! This is about a new era — about a good which must serve all generations; but it is necessary that I first centralize all this good in one creature alone, just as I did in Redemption by centralizing everything in My Mama. Take a look at how things proceed in a parallel way: in order to make Redemption come and to dispose souls for It, I made the promise of the future Messiah, so that, by hoping for Him to come, they would not only dispose themselves, but find, they too, their own salvation in the future Redeemer. Now, in order to dispose souls to live in My Will, to let them partake in the goods It contains, and to make man return to the path of his origin, just as he was created by Me, I Myself wanted to pray as the first, making My voice resound from one end of the earth to another, and even up high in Heaven, saying: ‘Our Father, who art in Heaven.’ I did not say ‘My Father,’ but I called Him Father of the whole human family, so as to engage Him in that which I was going to add: ‘May all hallow Your Name, so that Your Kingdom may come, and Your Will be done on earth as It is in Heaven.’ This was the purpose of Creation, and I asked the Father that it be fulfilled. As I prayed, the Father surrendered to My supplications, and I formed the seed of a good so great; and so that this seed might be known, I taught My prayer to the Apostles, and they transmitted it to the whole Church, so that, just as the people of the future Redeemer found salvation in Him and disposed itself to receive the promised Messiah, in the same way, with this seed formed by Me, the Church might pray and repeat My very prayer many times, and might dispose Herself to receive the good of recognizing and loving My Celestial Father as their Father, in such a way as to deserve to be loved as children and receive the great good that My Will be done on earth as It is in Heaven. …”

From the Calendar--April 13, 1932 Volume 30

I am always in the arms of the Divine Will, like a child clasped in the arms of the Mama, Who holds me so clasped in Its arms of Light, that It does not let me see, hear, and touch anything but the Divine Will alone. And I thought to myself: “O! if I were free from the prison of my body, my flights would have been more rapid in the Fiat. I would have known even more, I would have done one single Act with It. But it seems to me that my human nature makes me make interruptions, as if it would place the obstacles, and makes it difficult for me to always run in the Divine Will.”

But while I thought this, My Divine Teacher Jesus, visiting my little soul, said to me: “Blessed daughter, you must know that one who Lives in My Divine Will has the virtue of keeping ordered the nature of the creature, and instead of being an obstacle, it gives help in order to be able to complete more Acts of Divine Will. Rather, it serves as earth to the flowers, that lends itself to form the beautiful flowerings that almost hide and cover it with the variety of their beauty, to which the sun communicates the variety of the most beautiful colors and makes them brilliant with its light. If it were not for the earth, the flowers would lack a place in order to form their life to be able to be born and make their beautiful appearance. And the sun would not have where and to whom to communicate the display of its beautiful colors and of its pure sweetnesses. Such is the human nature for the soul who Lives in My Divine Will; it is as fecund and pure earth, that lends itself to giving the field of action and to letting her form not only the beautiful flowerings, but to make as many Suns come out for however many Acts as she does.

“My daughter, it is an enchantment of Beauty to see the human nature that Lives in My Divine Will covered and hidden as under a meadow of flowers, all invested by the most resplendent Light. The soul by herself could not have been able to form so many varieties of Beauty, while united she finds the little crosses, the necessities of life, the variety of circumstances, now sorrowful, now cheerful, that as seeds serve as sowing in the earth of the human nature, so as to form its flowery field. The soul does not have earth, and could not produce any flowering; on the other hand, united with the body, O! how many beautiful things it can do. Even more because this human nature was formed by Me, I molded it part by part, giving it the most beautiful form. I can say that I did as the Divine Craftsman and I placed such Mastery there, that no one else can reach Me. So I Loved him. I still see the touch of My Creative Hands Impressed on the human nature, therefore it is also Mine, it pertains to Me.

“Everything is in the complete accord: nature, soul, human and Divine Will. When there is this, that nature lends itself as earth, the human will is in the act of receiving the Life of the Divine Will in her acts, she lets herself be Dominated in everything, nor does she know anything else in all her things than My Will alone as Life, Actor, Bearer, and Conservator of everything. O! then everything is Holy, everything is Pure and Beautiful. My Fiat remains over her with Its Brush of Light in order to Perfect her, Divinize her, and Spiritualize her. Therefore your human nature cannot be an obstacle to the flights in My Will; rather, your volition can be for you an obstacle, in which you must always have the aim of not giving it life. But from your earth there is nothing to fear; if it has received, it gives what it has received. Indeed, it gives even more, and changes the seed into flowers, into plants, and into fruits. And if it has not, it remains in its mute silence, and it remains as sterile earth.”

So I thanked Jesus for His Beautiful Lesson, and I felt myself all contented that my human nature could not harm me, rather it could help me in making the Life of the Divine Will grow in my soul. And I continued my rounds and flights in Its Acts.

From the Calendar--April 12, 1917 Volume 12

Finding myself in my usual state, my always lovable Jesus came, and since I was a little in suffering, He took me in His arms and told me: "My beloved daughter, beloved daughter of Mine, rest in Me. And your pains, do not keep them with you, but send them up to My Cross, so that they may become the cortege of My pains, relieving Me, and so that my pains may be the cortege of your pains, sustain you, burn with the same fire, and be consumed together. I will look at your pains as if they were Mine; I will give them the same effects and the same value; and they will perform the same offices which I did on the Cross, before the Father and before souls. Or better still, come, you yourself, onto the Cross. How happy we will be together, even in suffering. In fact, it is not the suffering that renders the creature unhappy; rather, suffering makes her victorious, glorious, rich, beautiful. She becomes unhappy when something is missing to her love. Being united with Me on the Cross, you will be completely satisfied in love; your pains will be love; your life will be love — all love. And so you will be happy."

From the Calendar--April 11, 1905 Volume 6

Being very afflicted because of the privation of my adorable Jesus, I was saying to myself: “How cruel He has become with me – I myself cannot understand how His good Heart can reach the point of doing this. And then, if persevering pleases Him so much, yet, my persevering does not move His good Heart.” While I was saying this and other nonsense, all of a sudden He came and told me: “Indeed, that of the soul which pleases Me the most is perseverance, because perseverance is seal of eternal life and development of Divine Life. In fact, just as God is ever old and ever new and immutable, in the same way, through perseverance, by having exercised it always, the soul is old, and by her attitude of exercising it, she is ever new; and each time she exercises it she is renewed in God, remaining immutable, and without realizing it. Since through perseverance she continuously acquires Divine Life within herself, by acquiring God she is sealed with eternal life. Can there be a seal safer than God Himself?”

From the Calendar--April 10, 1938 Volume 35

My poor mind is always returning to the Divine Volition. Having had Communion, I was saying to my Adorable Jesus: “In Your Will all is mine; so I Love You with the Love of my Mother and Queen—and Yours. I kiss You with Her lips; I hug You very tight with Her arms; and, carrying You with me, I take refuge inside Her Heart, to give You Her Joys, Her delights, Her Maternity, so that You may find the Sweetness and protection that only Your Mama can give You....”

But while I was enclosing myself together with Jesus inside my Mama—all Tenderness, sweet Jesus told me: “My daughter, and daughter of My Mother, how happy I am to find the daughter with My Mother, and My Mama with her daughter. She wants the creatures to Love Me with Her own Love and to use Her lips to kiss Me, and Her arms to hug Me. She wants to give them her Maternity to keep Me safe, so that I may have all of them as My Mama. To find the daughter and the Mother Loving Me with One Single Love, is the Greatest Joy for Me—I feel that both of them give Me a New Paradise on earth.

“But this is not enough. I want to find everything in one who Lives in My Will. If something is missing I cannot say that My Will is complete within the creature. Not only do I want to find My Mama within the creature in Her place of honor as Queen and Mother, but also My Celestial Father and the Holy Spirit. Also, I want her to make Their Love Her own, and to Love Me with the Immensity and the Infinity of Their Love. So, My daughter, delight Me by telling Me that you Love Me as the Father and the Holy Spirit Love Me.”

Jesus remained silent, waiting for me to tell Him what He wanted. Although unworthy, to content Him I said: “I Love You with the Immense Power and Love of the Father, and with the Endless Love of the Holy Spirit. I Love You with the Love with which all the Angels and Saints Love You. I Love You with that Love with which all the creatures, past, present and future, Love You—or should Love You. I Love You for all created things, and with the same Love with which You Created them....”

My dear Jesus heaved a long sigh, and then He added: “Finally, I feel satisfied in My Yearning to find everything in the creature. I find Our Endless Seas of Love, I find the delights of My Loving Mama—I find everything and everyone. Therefore, I must find everything and everyone in the creature who Lives in My Will, and I must find her in everyone. After all, My Celestial Father Generated Me through Love, so I feel together with Me—in the Act of Giving and Receiving continuous Love—those who Love Me, and let nothing of Our Love escape them.”

From the Calendar--April 9, 1926 Volume 19

I was thinking to myself: “My sweet Jesus says many great, admirable, highest and wonderful things about the Will of God, yet it seems to me that creatures do not have that concept which It deserves, nor that great impression of the wonders which are in It. On the contrary, it seems that they place It on the same level as the virtues, and maybe they care more about those, than about the Most Holy Will of God.” And my always lovable Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: “My daughter, do you want to know why? Because their palates are not purged, and they are accustomed to the ordinary foods of this low world, which are the virtues, and not to the celestial and divine food, which is My Will. This celestial food is appreciated only by those who consider earth, things, and even people, as nothing, or as fully ordered in God. The virtues which can be practiced on earth are rarely exempt from human purposes, from self-esteem, from self-glory, love of appearing and of pleasing people. All these aims are like many tastes for the ordinary palate of the soul; and many times one operates more for these tastes than for the good that the virtue contains. This is why virtues breach more easily – because the human will always gains something. On the other hand, the first thing that My Will knocks down is the human will, and It tolerates no purpose which gives of human. My Will is from Heaven, and wants to place in the soul that which is divine and which belongs to Heaven; therefore one’s own self remains on an empty stomach and feels itself dying. So, in feeling her own self dying and in losing the hope of having any other food left, the soul makes up her mind to take the food of My Will; and as she takes it, her palate being purged, she feels the taste of the food of My Will, which is such that she would not exchange it at the cost of her life.

“My Will does not know how to compromise, as virtues do, with the low and little things that can be done on earth; rather, It wants to keep everything and everyone as a footstool at Its feet, and change the whole interior of the soul and the very virtues into Divine Will. In a word, It wants Its own heaven in the depth of the soul, otherwise It would remain hindered, and would not be able to carry out Its Divine Life. So, here is the great difference which exists between the virtues and My Will — between the sanctity of one and of the other: the virtues can be of creatures and can form a human sanctity at the most; My Will is of God and can form a Sanctity which is fully Divine. What a difference! However, since the creatures are used to looking down below, they are more impressed by the little lamps of the virtues, than by the great Sun of My Will.”

From the Calendar--April 8, 1918 Volume 12

Returning to the point about living in the Divine Will, I was told that it was like living in the state of union with God; and my always lovable Jesus, in coming, said to me: "My daughter, there is a great difference between living united with Me and living in my Will." As He was saying this, He stretched His arms toward me and told me: "Come into My Will, even for one instant, and you will see the great difference."

I found myself in Jesus. My tiny atom was swimming in the Eternal Volition. And since this Eternal Volition is one single Act that contains, altogether, all the acts, past, present and future — since I was in the Eternal Volition, I took part in that single Act which contains all acts, as much as it is possible for creature. I took part also in the acts which do not exist, and which must yet exist, until the end of the centuries, and until God will be God. And for these acts too I loved Him, I thanked Him, I blessed Him, etc. There was no act which escaped me. I took the Love of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and I made it mine, just as their Will was mine; and I gave it to Them as if it were my own. How happy I was to be able to give Them their own Love as though my own! And how They found their full contentment and complete outpouring in receiving their own Love from me, as if It were mine! But who can say everything? I lack the words.

Now, blessed Jesus told me: "Have you seen what living in my Will is? It is to disappear and to enter the sphere of Eternity; it is to penetrate into the Omnipotence of the Eternal One — into the Uncreated Mind, and take part in everything and in each Divine act, as much as it is possible for a creature. It is to make use, even while on earth, of all the Divine qualities; it is to hate evil in a Divine way. It is extending oneself to everyone without exhaustion, because the Will which animates this creature is Divine. It is the Sanctity which is not yet known, which I will make known, and which will place the last ornament, the most beautiful and the brightest among all other sanctities. It will be the crown and the fulfillment of all the other sanctities.

“Now, to live united with Me is not to disappear — two beings appear together; but one who does not disappear cannot enter into the sphere of Eternity to take part in all the Divine acts. Ponder well, and you will see the great difference."

From the Calendar--April 7, 1919 Volume 12

Then, after some hours of intense pains, my lovable Jesus told me: "My beloved daughter, you suffer very much. Come, then, into My Will to take refreshment, and let us pray together for poor humanity."

I don’t know how, I found myself in the immensity of the Divine Volition, in the arms of Jesus, and I repeated after Him all that He was saying in a low voice... 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."

From the Calendar--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."