As I was in my usual state, I was thinking about the most humiliating steps that Our Lord suffered, and I would feel horror within myself; but then I would say to myself: “Lord, forgive those who renew for You these sorrowful steps, because too great is the weakness that man contains.” At that moment blessed Jesus came for just a little and told me: “My daughter, that which is said to be human weakness, most of the time is lack of vigilance and of attention from one who is leader – that is, from parents and superiors. In fact, when a creature is watched over and checked, and is not given the freedom she wants, not receiving its nourishment, the weakness is destroyed by itself, while yielding to one’s weakness is nourishment to becoming worse in that weakness.” Then He added: “Ah, My daughter, just as the soul becomes impregnated with virtue like a dry sponge becomes soaked with water – that is, with light, with beauty, with grace, with love - in the same way, sin and the weaknesses that one yields to, impregnate the soul just like a sponge becomes soaked with mud – that is, with darkness, with ugliness, and even with hatred against God.”
From the Calendar--December 28, 1937 Volume 35
I kept thinking about the Divine Will. How many touching scenes before my mind...! A Jesus who cries, who prays, who suffers, because He wants to be Life of every creature, and a crowd of crippled children—some blind, some mute, some lame, some others paralyzed, and others covered with sores so as to move to pity.
And my sweet Jesus, with a Love that only He can have, runs now to one, now to another, holding them close, pressing them to His Heart, touching them with His Creative Hands to heal them, telling them, slowly and quietly—to their hearts: “My child, I Love you. Receive My Love and give Me yours, and I will heal you—through Love.” My Jesus, my dear Life, how much You Love us! …
From the Calendar--December 27, 1908 Volume 8
I was meditating on when the Queen Mama would give Her milk to Baby Jesus. I was saying to myself: “What must have passed between the Most Holy Mama and little Jesus in this act?” At that moment, I felt Him move in my interior, and I heard Him say to me: "My daughter, when I suckled milk from the breast of My most sweet Mother, together with milk I suckled the love of Her Heart – and it was more love than milk that I suckled. While suckling, I would hear Her say to Me: ‘I love You, I love You, O Son’; and I would repeat to Her: ‘I love You, I love You, O Mama.’ And I was not alone in this; at My ‘I love You’, the Father, the Holy Spirit and the whole of Creation — the Angels, the Saints, the stars, the Sun, the drops of water, the plants, the flowers, the grains of sand, all of the elements, would run after my ‘I love You,’ and repeat: ‘We love You, we love You, O Mother of our God, in the love of our Creator.’
“My Mother could see all this, and would remained inundated. She could find not even a tiny space in which She would not hear Me say that I loved Her. Her love would remain behind and almost alone, and She would repeat: ‘I love You, I love You...’ But She could never match Me, because the love of a creature has its limits, its time, while My Love is uncreated, unending, eternal. The same happens to any soul when she says to me, ‘I love You’; I too repeat to her, ‘I love you’, and with Me is the whole Creation, loving her in My Love. Oh, if creatures comprehended what good and honor they procure for themselves even by just saying to Me: ‘I love You!’ This alone would be enough – a God beside them who, honoring them, replies: ‘I love you too."
From the Calendar--December 26, 1919 Volume 12
I was thinking to myself: “How can it be that doing the Will of God surpasses even the Sacraments?” And Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: "My daughter, why are Sacraments called Sacraments? Because they are sacred — they have the value and the power to confer Grace and Sanctity. However, these Sacraments operate according to the dispositions of the creatures; so much so, that sometimes they remain even fruitless, unable to confer the Good which they contain. Now, My Will is Sacred and Holy, and It contains altogether the virtue of all the Sacraments. Not only this; It does not have to work to dispose the soul to receive the Goods which My Will contains. In fact, as soon as the soul has disposed herself to do My Will, she has already disposed herself by herself, and My Will, finding everything prepared and disposed, even at the cost of any sacrifice, communicates Itself to the soul without delay, pouring the goods It contains, and forming the heroes — the martyrs of the Divine Volition, the most unheard-of portents... And then, what do the Sacraments do if not unite the soul with God? And what is to do My Will? Isn’t it perhaps to unite the will of the creature with her Creator? It is to dissolve oneself in the Eternal Volition — the nothingness ascending to the All, and the All descending into the nothingness. It is the most noble, the purest, the most beautiful, the most heroic act that a creature can do.
“Ah, yes, I confirm it to you, I repeat it: My Will is Sacrament, and It surpasses all the Sacraments together — but in a more admirable way; without mediation from anyone; with nothing material. The Sacrament of My Will is formed between My Will and the will of the soul; the two wills are tied together and form the Sacrament. My Will is Life, and the soul is already disposed to receive Life; It is Holy, and she receives Sanctity; It is Strong, and she receives Fortitude; and so with all the rest.
“On the other hand, how much My other Sacraments have to work to dispose the souls — if they manage at all! And how many times these channels which I left to My Church remain beaten up, despised, oppressed! Some even use them to praise themselves, turning them against Me to offend Me. Ah, if you knew the enormous sacrileges committed in the Sacrament of Confession, and the horrendous abuses of the Sacrament of the Eucharist, you would cry with Me for the great pain! Ah! yes, only the Sacrament of My Will can sing glory and victory. It is full in Its effects, and untouchable by creature’s offense. In fact, in order to enter My Will, the creature must lay down her will, her passions; only then does My Will lower to her, investing her, identifying her with Itself, making portents out of her.
“Therefore, when I speak about My Will I become festive — I never stop; my joy is full, and no bitterness enters between Me and the soul. But for the other Sacraments, My Heart swims in the pain. Man has turned them into founts of bitterness, while I gave them as founts of graces."
The Birth of Jesus -- December 25, 1900 Volume 4
As I was in my usual state, I felt I was outside of myself; after wandering around, I found myself inside a cave, and I saw the Queen Mama in the act of giving birth to Little Baby Jesus. What a wonderful prodigy! It seemed that both Mother and Son were transmuted into most pure Light. But in that light one could see very well the human nature of Jesus containing the Divinity within Itself, and serving as a veil to cover the Divinity; in such a way that, in tearing the veil of human nature, He was God, while covered by that veil, He was Man. Here is the Prodigy of prodigies: God and Man, Man and God! Without leaving the Father and the Holy Spirit – because True Love never separates – He comes to dwell in our midst, taking on human flesh. Now, it seemed to me that Mother and Son, in that most happy instant, remained as though spiritualized, and without the slightest difficulty Jesus came out of the Maternal womb, while both of them overflowed with Excess of Love. In other words, those Most Pure Bodies were transformed into Light, and without the slightest impediment, Light Jesus came out of the Light of the Mother, while both One and the Other remained whole and intact, returning, then, to their natural state.
Who can tell the Beauty of the Little Baby who, at the moment of His birth, transfused, also externally, the rays of the Divinity? Who can tell the Beauty of the Mother, who remained all absorbed in those Divine rays? And Saint Joseph? It seemed to me that he was not present at the act of the birth, but remained in another corner of the cave, all engrossed in that profound Mystery. And if he did not see with the eyes of the body, he saw very well with the eyes of the soul, because he remained enraptured in sublime ecstasy.
Now, in the act in which the Little Baby came out to the light, I had wanted to fly and take Him in my arms, but the Angels prevented me, saying that the honor of holding Him first belonged to the Mother. Then, the Most Holy Virgin, as though stirred, returned into Herself and from the hands of an Angel received Her Son in Her arms. In Her ardor of Love, She squeezed Him so tightly that it seemed that She wanted to draw Him into Her womb again. Then, wanting to let Her ardent Love pour out, She placed Him at Her breast to suckle. In the meantime, I was completely annihilated, waiting to be called so as not to be scolded again by the Angels. Then the Queen said to me: “Come, come and take your Beloved, and you too, enjoy Him – pour out your love with Him.” As She was saying this, I drew near Mama, and She gave Him to me, into my arms. Who can say my contentment, the kisses, the squeezes, the tendernesses? After I poured myself out a little, I said to Him: “My beloved, You have suckled the milk of our Mama, share it with me.” And He, all condescending, poured part of that milk from His mouth into mine, and then He told me: “My beloved, I was conceived united to suffering, I was born to suffering, and I died in suffering. And with the three nails with which they crucified Me, I nailed the three powers – intellect, memory and will – of those souls who yearn to love Me, keeping them all drawn to Myself, because sin had rendered them infirm and dispersed from their Creator – without any restraint.” As He was saying this, He gazed at the world and began to cry over its miseries. On seeing Him cry, I said: “Lovable Baby, do not sadden with your tears a night so happy for one who loves you. Instead of pouring ourselves out in crying, let us pour ourselves out in singing,” and as I said this, I began to sing. Jesus was amused at hearing me sing, and He stopped crying; and completing my verse, He sang His own, with a voice so powerful and harmonious that all other voices disappeared at the sound of His most sweet voice....
From the Calendar--December 24, 1926 Volume 20
… After this, I continued my acts in the Eternal Volition, and sweet Jesus added: “My daughter, My Will is the soul, and all Creation is the body for It. And just as the soul is one in the body—one is its will—while the body has many different senses, and like many different keys, each one of them performs its own little sonata, and each member exercises its distinct office; however, there is such order and harmony among them, that when one member exercises its office, all the other members are all intent on the operating member; and they suffer together, if that member suffers, and they enjoy, if it enjoys, because one is the will that moves them, one is the strength that they possess; such is the whole Creation: It is like a body animated by My Will, and even though each created thing does its distinct office, they are so united among themselves as to be more than members to the body. Since it is My Will alone that animates them and dominates them, one is the strength that they possess.
“Now, one who does My Will and lives in It, is a member that belongs to the body of Creation, and therefore she possesses the universal strength of all created things, excluding not even that of her Creator, because My Will circulates in the veins of all Creation as more than blood within the body—a blood that is pure, holy, vivified with light, and that reaches the point of spiritualizing the body itself. The soul is all intent on all Creation, to do what It does, to be in communication with all of Its acts; and all Creation is intent on her, to receive her acts, because the office, the little sonata, of this member in the midst of It is so beautiful, that all are intent on listening to her. Therefore, the living in My Will is the most happy and indescribable destiny: her acts, her point of origin, are always toward Heaven; her life is in the midst of the spheres.”
Ninth Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 24
NINTH EXCESS OF LOVE
“My daughter, My state is ever more painful. If you love Me, keep your gaze fixed on Me, to see if you can offer some relief to your Jesus; a little word of love, a caress, a kiss, will give respite to My crying and to My afflictions. Listen My daughter, after I gave eight Excesses of My Love, and man requited them so badly, My Love did not give up and wanted to add the ninth Excess to the eighth. And this was yearnings, sighs of fire, flames of desire, for I wanted to go out of the maternal womb to embrace man. This reduced My little Humanity, not yet born, to such an agony as to reach the point of breathing My last. But as I was about to breathe My last, My Divinity, which was inseparable from Me, gave Me sips of life, and so I regained life to continue My agony, and return again to the point of death. This was the ninth Excess of My Love: to agonize and to die of Love continuously for the creature. Oh! What a long agony of nine months! Oh! How Love suffocated Me and made Me die. Had I not had the Divinity with Me, which gave Me life again every time I was about to finish, love would have consumed Me before coming out to the light of day.”
Then He added: “Look at Me, listen to Me, how I agonize, how My Heart beats, pants, burns. Look at Me – now I die.” And He remained in deep silence. I felt like dying. My blood froze in my veins, and trembling, I said to Him: “My Love, my Life, do not die, do not leave me alone. You want love, and I will love You; I will not leave You ever again. Give me your flames to be able to love You more, and be consumed completely for You.”
From the Calendar--December 23, 1900 Volume 4
After going through long days of silence between blessed Jesus and me, I felt a void in my interior. This morning, on coming, He told me: "My beloved, what do you want to tell Me that you so much yearn to speak with Me?" And I, feeling all ashamed, said; “My sweet Jesus, I want to tell You that I ardently yearn for You and for Your Holy Volition, and if You concede this to me You will make me fully content and happy.” And He added: "In one word you have grasped everything by asking Me for what is greatest in Heaven and on earth; and I, in this Holy Volition, yearn and want to conform you more to It. And so that My Volition may be more sweet and enjoyable for you, place yourself in the circle of My Will, and admire Its different qualities, by pausing now in the sanctity of My Volition, now in the goodness, now in the humility, now in the beauty, and now in the peaceful dwelling that My Volition produces. In these pausings you will make, you will acquire ever more new and unheard-of news about My Holy Volition, and you will become so bound to and enamored of It, that you will never go out again. This will bring you a highest advantage, because being in My Will, you will have no need to fight against your passions and to be always at arms with them, for while they seem to be dying, they are born again more strong and alive. But rather, without fighting, without clamor, smoothly they die, because before the Sanctity of My Will, passions do not dare to come forward, and lose life by themselves. And if the soul feels the movement of her passions, it is a sign that she does not make a continuous dwelling in the boundaries of My Volition; she makes some exits, some little escapes into her own volition, and is forced to smell the stench of a corrupted nature. On the other hand, if you remain fixed in My Will, you will be completely trouble free, and your only occupation will be loving and being loved by Me in return."
Eighth Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 23
EIGHTH EXCESS OF LOVE
“My daughter, do not leave Me alone; place your head upon the womb of My dear Mama, and even from the outside you will hear My moans and My supplications. In seeing that neither My moans nor My supplications move the creature to compassion for My Love, I assume the attitude of the poorest of beggars; and stretching out my little hand, I ask – for pity’s sake, and at least as alms – for their souls, for their affections and for their hearts. My love wanted to win over the heart of man at any cost; and in seeing that after seven Excesses of My Love, he was still reluctant, he played deaf, he did not care about Me and did not want to give himself to Me, My Love wanted to push itself further. It should have stopped; but no, it wanted to overflow even more from within its boundaries; and from the womb of My Mama, it made My voice reach every heart, with the most insinuating manners, with the most fervent prayers, with the most penetrating words. And do you know what I said to them? ‘My child, give Me your heart; I will give you everything you want, provided that you give Me your heart in exchange. I have descended from Heaven to make a prey of it. O please, do not deny it to Me! Do not delude My hopes!’ And in seeing him reluctant – even more, many turned their backs to Me – I passed on to moaning; I joined My little hands and, crying, with a voice suffocated by sobs, I added: ‘Ohh! Ohh! I am the little beggar; you don’t want to give Me your heart – not even as alms?
“Is this not a greater Excess of My Love; that the Creator, in order to approach the creature, takes the form of a little baby so as not to strike fear in him; that He asks for the heart of the creature, at least as alms, and in seeing that he does not want to give it, He supplicates, moans and cries?”
Then I heard Him say: “And you, don’t you want to give Me your heart? Or maybe you, too, want Me to moan, beg and cry in order to give Me your heart? Do you want to deny Me the alms I ask of you?” And as He was saying this I heard Him as though sobbing, and I: “My Jesus, do not cry, I give You my heart and all of myself.” Then, the interior voice continued: “Move further; pass on to the ninth Excess of My Love.”
From the Calendar--December 22, 1904 Volume 6
As I was in my usual state, I saw little Baby Jesus with a fistful of light in His hand, and rays flowing out through His fingers. I remained enchanted, and He told me: “My daughter, perfection is light, and one who says he wants to reach it acts just like one who would want to clasp a body of light in his hand: as he tries to clasp it, the light itself flows out through his fingers; except, his hand remains immersed in that light. Now, the Light is God, and God alone is perfect, and the soul who wants to be perfect does nothing but seize shadows — the little drops of God; and sometimes she does nothing but live in the Light alone, that is, in the Truth. And just as the Light penetrates deeper and occupies more space the greater the void it finds, and the deeper the place is — in the same way, the more the soul is empty and humble, the more the Divine Light fills her and communicates Its graces and perfections to her.”
Seventh Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 22
SEVENTH EXCESS OF LOVE
The interior voice continued: “My daughter, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness and in so much darkness. Do not leave the womb of My Mama, so you may see the seventh Excess of My Love. Listen to Me: in the womb of My Celestial Father I was fully happy; there was no good which I did not possess; joy, happiness – everything was at My disposal. The angels adored Me reverently, hanging upon My every wish. Ah, Excess of My Love! I could say that it made Me change My destiny; it restrained Me within this gloomy prison; it stripped Me of all My joys, happinesses and goods, to clothe Me with all the unhappinesses of creatures – and all this in order to make an exchange, to give them My destiny, My joys and My eternal happiness. But this would have been nothing had I not found in them highest ingratitude and obstinate perfidy. Oh, how My Eternal Love was surprised in the face of so much ingratitude, and how it cried over the stubbornness and perfidy of man. Ingratitude was the sharpest thorn that pierced My Heart, from My Conception up to the last moment of My Life. Look at My little Heart – it is wounded, and pours out blood. What pain! What torture I feel! My daughter, do not be ungrateful to Me. Ingratitude is the hardest pain for your Jesus – it is to close the door in My face, leaving Me numb with cold. But My Love did not stop at so much ingratitude; it took the attitude of supplicating, imploring, moaning and begging love. This is the eighth Excess of My Love.”
From the Calendar--December 21, 1930 Volume 28
My flight in the Divine Volition continues; it seems to me that I call It, because life would be missing in me without It. The life of good, the life of love, the life of the light, the life of peace, would be missing in me; and my human will, seeing itself alone, would assault me and would give life to my passions in me. This is why I fear so much that even for just one instant it may remain without the Fiat operating in me, because, It being present, my will remains crouched down and does not dare to move before a Will so holy and so powerful. Therefore I call It, and It gives me Its hand to take me into Its acts, that I may follow It and keep It company. And since It created everything for love of creatures, when It feels her close and identified, It takes such delight, that It feels as though repaid for the many things It issued from Its creative hands.
So, while I was following the acts of the Divine Will done in Creation, my sweet Jesus, making Himself seen and looking at me, told me: “My daughter, how sweet it is for Me to look at a soul who lets herself be worked by My Divine Will. A triumph takes place from one side to the other: My Will invests the intelligence of the creature, and she lets herself be invested. In sum, they form an accord on both sides; and then My Will forms Its Triumph over each thought of the creature, and she acquires and makes a triumph of the many Divine Thoughts within her mind. So, My Divine Will triumphs by giving and taking possession of it; the soul triumphs by wanting it and receiving it. So, if she looks, if she speaks, if she palpitates, if she operates and walks, those are all Triumphs of My Will over the creature; and she triumphs and takes possession of many Divine Acts. Amid these exchanges of triumphs and possessions, such joy and happiness is formed on both sides, that you cannot comprehend them all. In fact, you must know that when good, the triumph, the possession, is done between two—then does it bring joy and happiness. Isolated good has made no one happy; as it sees itself alone, it loses all the beauty of happiness. Therefore My Divine Will keeps searching for Its creature in order to form Its Triumphs, to be able to form, together with her, Its Joys, Its Happinesses, on the face of the earth.”
Sixth Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 21
SIXTH EXCESS OF LOVE
“My daughter, come, pray My dear Mama to set aside a little space for you within her maternal womb, that you yourself may see the painful state in which I find Myself.” So, in my thoughts, it seemed that our Queen Mama made me a little room to make Jesus content, and placed me in it. But the darkness was such that I could not see Him; I could only hear His breathing, while He continued to say in my interior: “My daughter, look at another Excess of My Love. I am the Eternal Light; the sun is a shadow of My Light. But do you see where My Love led Me – in what a dark prison I am? There is not a glimmer of light; it is always night for Me – but a night without stars, without rest. I am always awake...what pain! The narrowness of this prison – without being able to make the slightest movement; the thick darkness...; even My breathing, as I breathe through the breathing of My Mama – oh, how labored it is! To this, add the darkness of the sins of creatures. Each sin was a night for Me, and combined together they formed an abyss of darkness, with no boundaries. What pain! Oh, Excess of My Love – making Me pass from an immensity of light and space into an abyss of thick darkness, so narrow as to lose the freedom to breathe; and all this, for love of creatures.”
As He was saying this, He moaned – moans almost suffocated because of the lack of space; and He cried. I was consumed with crying. I thanked Him, I compassionated Him; I wanted to make Him a little light with my love, as He told me to. But who can say all? Then, the same interior voice added: “Enough for now; move on to the seventh Excess of My Love.”
From the Calendar -- December 20, 1925 Volume 18
I was thinking of the tears that Baby Jesus shed at His birth, and I said to myself: “How bitter these tears must have been for Him; how they must have now frozen, now burned that tender face. In fact, from what I know, tears have two effects depending on the reason for which they are shed: if their cause comes from love, they burn and make one sob; if then they are produced by sorrow, they are ice-cold and make one shiver. For my royal little Baby there was intense and infinite love, and endless sorrow; so, His tears must have cost Him very much.” Now, while I was thinking about this, my sweet Jesus moved in my interior, and showed His face wet with tears – but so many, that one flowed after the other, to the point of wetting His chest and His hands. And, sighing, He said to me: “My daughter, My tears began from the very first instant of My conception in the womb of My Celestial Mama, up to My last breath on the Cross. The Will of My Celestial Father entrusted to Me also the task of tears, and I was to shed so many of them from My eyes, for as many as all creatures together would shed. Just as I conceived all of their souls within Me, so was I to shed all of their tears from My eyes.
“See, then, how much I had to cry. I had to shed from My eyes the tears which creatures shed out of passion, so that Mine might extinguish their passions. I had to shed the tears which are needed after sin, to give them the sorrow for having offended Me and the conviction of the evil they had done, preparing, with My tears, the resolution not to offend Me any more. I had to shed the tears in order to move souls to compassion, to make them comprehend the pains of My Passion; and I also shed abundant tears of love, in order to electrify souls to love Me, to draw their sympathy and their hearts, all for Me. It is enough to tell you that there is not one tear that arises on the human eye, which I did not shed from My eyes. No one knew of My many tears, of My much crying, hidden and secret. How many times, even as a tender Child, I flew from earth up to Heaven, and leaning My little head upon the knees of My Celestial Father, I cried and cried, and, sobbing, I said to Him: ‘My Father, You see, I am born in the world to tears and to sorrow, just like My brothers, who are born to tears, and die amidst crying. And I love these brothers so much, that I want to shed all of their tears from My eyes. Not even one do I want to let escape, so as to give to their tears, Tears of Love, of Sorrow, of Victory, of Sanctification and of Divinization.’ How many times My dear Mama, in looking at Me, was pierced in seeing Me all wet with crying; and because of the pain of seeing Me cry, She united Her tears to Mine, and we cried together. And sometimes I was forced to hide Myself to give vent to crying, so as not to always pierce Her maternal and innocent Heart. Other times, I waited for the moment when My Celestial Mama, out of necessity, had to occupy Herself with housework, to give vent to My tears, in order to complete the number of tears of all creatures.”
On hearing this, I said to Him: “My Love, Jesus, so, your eyes have shed also my tears, as well as those of our first father Adam. And I want You to pour them upon my soul, to give me the grace not only to do your Most Holy Will, but to possess It as my own thing and my own will.” At that moment, Jesus shook His head, and from His face tears flowed onto my poor soul; and He added: “Daughter of My Will, indeed I shed your tears, so that, as they would pass through My eyes, I might give you the great Gift of My Will. That which Adam could not receive with his tears, even though they too passed through My eyes, you can receive. In fact, before sinning, Adam possessed My Will, and with the possession of My Will he grew in the likeness of his Creator; and he grew so much as to form the enchantment of all Heaven, and all felt honored in serving him. After sin, he lost the possession of My Will, and even though he wept over his fault and he sinned no more, he was able to do My Will, but not to possess It, because the Divine Offended One was missing, who was to form the New Divine Graft between the creature and the Creator, in order to let him cross again the thresholds of the possessions of the Eternal Volition.
“This Graft was made by Me, Eternal Word, after four thousand years, when Adam had already passed on to the thresholds of Eternity. But in spite of this Divine Graft done by Me with tears and sighs and unheard-of pains, how many reduce themselves to the conditions of Adam after sin – merely doing My Will? Others, do not want to know It; others rebel against It. Only one who lives in My Will rises to the state of Adam innocent, before falling into sin. In fact, there is great distance between those who do My Will and those who possess It – the same distance which passes between Adam innocent and Adam after sin. And I, in coming upon earth, was to act as God; I was to complete the work of man in everything; I was to raise him to the first point of his origin, by giving him the possession of My Will. And even though many make use of My coming as remedy for their salvation, and therefore take My Will as medicine, as strength and as antidote in order not to go to hell, I will wait still, that souls may arise who take It as Life; and by making It known, they may take possession of It. In this way, I will complete the work of My coming upon earth, and the Divine Graft formed anew with the creature, will have fruit. Then will My tears turn into Celestial and Divine Smiles, for Me and for them.”
Fifth Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 20
FIFTH EXCESS OF LOVE
And the interior voice continued: “My daughter, do not move away from Me, do not leave Me alone; My Love wants your company. This is another Excess of My Love, which does not want to be alone. But do you know whose company it wants? That of the creature. See, in the womb of My Mama, all of the creatures are together with Me – conceived together with Me. I am with them, all Love. I want to tell them how much I love them; I want to speak with them to tell them of My joys and sorrows – that I have come into their midst to make them happy and to console them; that I will remain in their midst as a little Brother, giving My goods, My Kingdom, to each one of them at the cost of My Life. I want to give them My kisses and My caresses. I want to amuse Myself with them, but – ah, how many sorrows they give Me! Some run away from Me, some play deaf and force Me into silence; some despise My goods and do not care about My Kingdom, returning My kisses and caresses with indifference and obliviousness of Me, so they convert My amusement into bitter crying. Oh! How lonely I am, though in the midst of many. Oh! How loneliness weighs upon Me. I have no one to whom to say a word, with whom to pour Myself out, not even in Love. I am always sad and taciturn, because if I speak, I am not listened to. Ah! My daughter, I beg you, I implore you, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness; give Me the good of letting Me speak by listening to Me; lend your ear to My teachings. I am the Master of masters. How many things do I want to teach you! If you listen to Me, you will stop My crying and I will amuse Myself with you. Don’t you want to amuse yourself with Me?”
And as I abandoned myself in Him, giving Him my compassion in His loneliness, the interior voice continued: “Enough, enough; move on to consider the sixth Excess of My Love.”
From the Calendar--December 19, 1926 Volume 20
“In fact, in order to possess these goods that the Celestial Father put out in the Creation, the creature must make her way; she must elevate herself to union with that Divine Will, in order to work together with It, do the same acts, know them in order to do them, so as to be able to say: ‘What It does, I do.’ With this, she acquires the right of possession in all the acts of this Supreme Will; and when two wills form one single will, ‘Mine’ and ‘yours’ no longer exist; rather, by right, what is Mine is yours, and what is yours is Mine.
“And so, this is the reason why My Supreme Will calls you—awaits you in each created thing, to make known to you the riches that are in It, to make you repeat Its Divine acts together with It, and to give you the right of possession. You yourself become Its own property; you remain dissolved within Its immense riches and within Its very acts, and—oh! how the Divine Fiat enjoys making you the owner of Its immense riches. Its desire of constituting Its heiresses is so great, that It feels twice as happy when It sees one who knows Its possessions and makes Its Divine Act her own; so much so, that even though It saw that man, by withdrawing from Its Will, lost his way to reach the possession of Its dominions, It did not stop, but in the excess of Its Love and of Its long sorrow of seeing Its riches inactive for the good of creatures, as soon as the Eternal Word clothed Himself with human flesh, It constituted Itself life of each of His acts, so as to form more goods for them, powerful aids and effective remedies, more within the reach of decayed humanity, so as to realize the purpose of making them possess what was issued in Creation.
“There is nothing that comes from Us, that does not have this purpose—that the creature and everything return into Our Will. If it were not so, We would render Ourselves extraneous to Our own works. So, Creation, Redemption, My daughter, have the primary purpose that everything be Our Will, in Heaven and on earth; therefore, It flows everywhere, It is present in every place, to make everything Its own, and to give everything that belongs to It. Therefore, be attentive in following Our works; satisfy this desire, so insistent, of My Supreme Will, that wants those who possess Its goods.”
Fourth Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 19
FOURTH EXCESS OF LOVE
“My daughter, from the Devouring Love, move on to look at My Operative Love. Each conceived soul brought Me the burden of her sins, of her weaknesses and passions, and My Love commanded Me to take the burden of each one of them. And it conceived not only the souls, but the pains of each one, as well as the satisfaction which each one of them was to give to My Celestial Father. So my Passion was conceived together with Me. Look well at Me in the womb of My Celestial Mama. Oh! How tortured was My little Humanity. Look well at My little head, surrounded by a crown of thorns, which, pressed tightly around my temples, made rivers of tears pour out from My eyes; nor was I able to make a move to dry them. O Please! Be moved to compassion for Me, dry My eyes from so much crying – you, who have free arms to be able to do it. These thorns are the crown of the so many evil thoughts which crowd the human minds. Oh! How they prick Me, more than thorns which sprout from the earth. But, look again – what a long crucifixion of nine months: I could not move a finger or a hand or a foot. I was always immobile; there was no room to be able to move even a tiny bit. What a long and hard crucifixion, with the addition that all evil works, assuming the form of nails, continuously pierced My hands and feet.”
So He continued to narrate to me pains upon pains – all the martyrdoms of His little Humanity, such that, if I wanted to tell them all, I would be too long.
I abandoned myself to crying, and I heard in my interior: “My daughter, I would like to hug you, but I am unable to do so – there is no room, I am immobile, I cannot do it. I would like to come to you, but I am unable to walk. For now, you hug Me and you come to Me; then, when I come out of the maternal womb, I will come to you.” But as I hugged Him and squeezed Him tightly to my heart with my imagination, an interior voice told me: “Enough for now, My daughter; move on to consider the fifth Excess of My Love.”
From the Calendar--December 18, 1938 Volume 36
I am always in the arms of the Divine Volition that makes me aware of everything, telling me: “I have done everything for you, but I want you to recognize the Excesses of My Love.”
While my mind was wandering around, my always Adorable Jesus, Who always wants to be the first Narrator of the Fiat and of Its Works, all Goodness told me: “My blessed daughter, to make known all that We have done for the creatures is already for Us the return for what We have done. But who can We let know? The one who Lives in Our Will because Our Will gives the capacity to understand us, the hearing to listen; It Transforms the human will so that it wills what We want. We never give if the creature doesn't want to receive and doesn't know what We want to give.
“See then, in what Painful conditions they leave us by not Living in Our Will. They turn us into the mute God. We cannot make known how much We Love them and how much they should Love Us; one can say that the communications between Heaven and earth remain severed. You must know that everything was Created as a Gift for the creatures. We made each created thing as the bearer of the Gift and of the Love that we placed inside that Gift. Do you know why? Because the creature had nothing to give to Us; and We Loved her with Great Love and wanted her to have something to give Us. If there's nothing to give, the correspondence ends, friendship is broken—love dies. So We provided the creature with many of Our Gifts, as if they were her own, so that she could have something to give Us. Therefore We make of the one who Lives in Our Will the Depository of the whole of Creation.
“O! What a Joy, what Happiness for Us, when We see her using Our Gifts to Love Us and say: ‘See how much I Love You. I give You the sun to Love You, and I Love You with the same Love with which You Loved me in the sun; I give You the homage and the adoration of its light, the variety of its effects to Love You—its continuous act of light, to spread myself everywhere and put my ‘I love You' in everything touched by its light.' Then, do you know what happens? We see the light of the sun, all its effects, and all the places where that light penetrates, all studded with the ‘I love You'—the adoration, the tributes of the creature. And there is even more: the sun carries in Triumph the Love of the Creator and of the creature, so we feel united within it, with one single Will and one single Heart; and if the creature feels she wants to love Us more, bravely she says: ‘See how much I love You—but it's not enough, I want to love You more; so I enter into Its Inaccessible, Immense, Eternal Light that never ends. From within that Light I want to Love You with Your Eternal Love.' You cannot comprehend Our Joy in seeing that she Loves Us not only in Our Gifts, but also in Ourselves. Conquered by her Love, we Redouble the Gift in return, and abandon ourselves to her to be Loved—not only in the way in which We Love Our Works, but in the way We Love within Ourselves. All this, to Love her.
“In this way she uses all created things to make for Us New Surprises of Love in return for Our Gifts—to maintain the correspondence and to continuously say that she Loves Us. And We, who do not know how to receive without giving, Redouble Our Gifts. But the Greatest Gift is when we see her carried in the arms of Our Will. We feel so much attracted that We can't remain without speaking about Our Supreme Being. Giving her an additional Knowledge of what We are is the Greatest Gift We can give—it surpasses the whole Creation. To know Our Works is a Gift, but making Our very Self known is giving Our own Life; it is admitting her to Our Secrets; it is the Creator trusting the creature. …”
Third Excess of Love -- Christmas Novena, December 18
THIRD EXCESS OF LOVE
As I moved on from the second to the third meditation, an interior voice told me: “My daughter, place your head upon the womb of My Mama, and look deep into it at My little Humanity. My love devoured Me; the fires, the oceans, the immense seas of love of My Divinity inundated Me, burned Me to ashes, and sent their flames so high as to rise and reach everywhere – all generations, from the first to the last man. My little Humanity was devoured in the midst of such flames; but do you know what My Eternal Love wants Me to devour? Ah! Souls! And only then was I content, when I devoured them all, to remain conceived with Me. I was God, and I was to operate as God – I had to take them all. My love would have given Me no peace, had I excluded any of them. Ah! My daughter, look well into the womb of My Mama; fix well your eyes on My conceived Humanity, and you will find your soul conceived with Me, and the flames of My Love that devour you. Oh! How much I loved you, and I do love you!”
I felt dissolved in the midst of so much love, nor was I able to go out of it; but a voice called me loudly, saying: “My daughter, this is nothing yet; cling more tightly to Me, and give your hands to My dear Mama, that She may hold you to her maternal womb. And you, take another look at My little conceived Humanity, and watch the fourth Excess of My Love.”
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."