VOLUME 3 

J.M.J. 

November 1, 1899 

Purification of the Church. Her support: the victim souls. 

As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, inside a church, in which there was a priest  celebrating the Divine Sacrifice, and while doing this, he was crying bitterly and said: “The pillar of my  Church has no place to lean!” 

In the act in which He was saying this, I saw a pillar; its top touched the heavens, and at the bottom of  this pillar there were priests, bishops, cardinals and all other dignities, sustaining this pillar. But to my surprise,  I went about looking and I saw that of these people, some were very weak, some half rotten, some infirm, some  full of mud. So very scarce was the number of those who were in a condition to sustain it. So, this poor pillar  kept swaying, unable to remain still, so many were the quakes it received from the bottom. At the top of this  pillar there was the Holy Father who, with gold chains and with rays emanating from his whole person, did as  much as he could to sustain it, and to chain and illuminate the people who dwelled at the bottom, although some  of them would flee so as to be more comfortable in becoming rotten and covered with mud; and not only this,  but he did as much as he could to bind and to illuminate the whole world. 

While I was seeing this, that priest who was celebrating Mass (I am not sure whether he was a priest or  Our Lord; it seems to me it was Him, but I cannot tell with certainty) called me close to Himself and told me: “My daughter, see in what a heartrending state my Church is. The very ones who were supposed to sustain Her  withdraw, and with their works they knock Her down, they beat Her, and reach the point of denigrating Her. The only remedy is that I cause so much blood to be shed as to form a bath to wash away that rotten mud and to  heal their deep wounds, so that, healed, strengthened and embellished in that blood, they may become  instruments capable of keeping Her stable and firm.” Then He added: “I have called you to tell you: ‘Do you  want to be victim, and therefore be like a prop to sustain this pillar in these times so incorrigible?’” 

At first I felt a shiver run through me for fear that I might not have the strength, but then immediately I  offered myself and I pronounced the Fiat. At that moment, I found myself surrounded by many Saints, Angels  and purging souls, who tormented me with scourges and other instruments. At first I felt a certain fear, but  then, the more I suffered, the more I wanted to suffer, and I enjoyed the suffering like a most sweet nectar; more  so, since a thought touched me: ‘Who knows whether those pains might be the means to consume my life, so  that I might take wing in the last flight toward my highest and only Good?’ But to my highest sorrow, after  suffering bitter pains, I saw that those pains would not consume my life. Oh God, what pain! – that this fragile  flesh prevents me from uniting myself to my Eternal Good! 

After this, I saw the bloody slaughter that was made of the people who were at the bottom of the pillar. What a horrible catastrophe! So very scarce was the number of those who would not be victims; they reached  such daringness as to try to kill the Holy Father. But then, it seemed to me that that blood which was shed and  those bloody tormented victims were the means to render those who remained strong, so as to sustain the pillar  without letting it sway any more. Oh, what happy days! After this, days of triumphs and of peace would arise;  the face of the earth seemed to be renewed, and the pillar would acquire its original prestige and splendor. Oh,  happy days! - I hail you from afar, days which will give great glory to my Church, and great honor to the God  who is Her Head! 

November 3, 1899 

Amusement of Jesus with Luisa. 

This morning my lovable Jesus came and transported me outside of myself, inside a church; then He  disappeared and I was left alone. Now, finding myself in the presence of the Most Holy Sacrament, I did my  usual adoration, but while I was doing this, I seemed to have become all eyes to see whether I could catch sight 

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of sweet Jesus. At that moment, I saw Him on the altar, as a child, calling me with His gracious little hand. Who can say my contentment? I flew to Him, and without thinking of anything else, I clasped Him in my arms  and I kissed Him; but in the act in which I was doing this, He assumed a serious appearance, showing that He  did not like my kisses, and He began to reject me. Heedless of this, I continued and I said to Him: ‘My pretty  little one, beautiful one, the other day You wanted to pour Yourself out with me, with kisses and with hugs, and  I gave You all the freedom. Today I too want to pour myself out with You – O please! Give me the freedom to  do it.’ But He continued to reject me, and in seeing that I would not stop, He disappeared. Who can say how  mortified and concerned I was left as I found myself inside myself? 

However, after a little while He came back, and as I wanted to ask Him for forgiveness for my  impertinences, He forgave me by wanting to pour Himself out with me; and while kissing me, He told me: “Beloved of my Heart, my Divinity resides in you habitually, and just as you keep inventing new things to make  Me delight with you, so I, to give you tit for tat, use new ways to make you delight with Me.” With this I  understood that it had been a joke that Jesus wanted to make.  

November 4, 1899 

Different effects of the presence of Jesus and of that of the devil. 

Since this morning blessed Jesus was not coming, the devil was trying to assume His shape and to make  himself seen, but since I did not perceive the usual effects, I began to doubt and I signed myself with cross - first myself, and then him; and the devil, in seeing himself signed, was trembling. Immediately I rejected him  without even looking at him. After a little while my dear Jesus came, and fearing that it might be the evil spirit  once again, I tried to reject him, invoking the help of Jesus and of the Queen Mama. But to assure me that it  was not the devil, He told me: “My daughter, in order to be assured of whether it is I or not, your attention must  be on the interior effects, whether they move toward virtue or toward vice; in fact, since my Nature is virtue, I  make my children heirs of nothing else but virtue. You can also comprehend this from the human nature, which  is made of flesh: if it happens to develop some wounds, the flesh becomes rotten, and one can say that it is no  longer flesh; in the same way, if my Nature could retain even the slightest shadow of vice within Itself, It would  cease to be the God that It is - which can never happen.” 

November 6, 1899 

Purity of intention. 

This morning, as adorable Jesus came and transported me outside of myself, He showed me streets full  of human flesh. What a ruthless slaughter! It is horrifying to think about it! Then He showed me how  something was happening in the air, and many would die suddenly; I have also seen this since the month of  March. I began to pray Him according to my usual way, that He would placate Himself and spare His very  images torments so cruel, wars so bloody; and since He had the crown of thorns, I removed it from His head to  place it on mine, and this, in order to placate Him more. But to my highest sorrow I saw that almost all the  thorns would remain, broken, inside His most holy head, and so very little was left for me to suffer. Jesus  appeared serious, almost without paying attention to me; He transported me again into my bed, and since I had  my arms on the cross, suffering the pains of the crucifixion which He Himself had shared with me before, He  took my arms and united them together, binding them with a little rope of gold. Not paying attention to what  this might mean, in order to break that severe air that He had, I said to Him: ‘My most sweet love, I offer You  these movements of my body that You Yourself made me do, as well as all the others which I myself can do, for  the sole purpose of pleasing You and glorifying You. Ah, yes! I wish that the movements of my eyelids, of my  eyes, of my lips and of all of myself, were also made for the sole purpose of pleasing You alone. Let it be, O  good Jesus, that all my bones and my nerves may resound among themselves, and with clear voices, may prove  my love to You.’ And He said to me: “Everything that is done for the sole purpose of pleasing Me shines  before Me in such a way as to draw my divine gazes, and I like it so much, that to those actions, be they even a  batting of eyelashes, I give the value as if they were done by Me. On the other hand, those other actions, good  in themselves and even great, but which are not done for Me alone, are like gold that is muddy and full of rust, 

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which does not shine, and I do not so much as look at them.” And I: ‘Ah, Lord, how easy it is for our actions  to be dirtied with dust!’ And He: “One should not care about dust, because it can be shaken off, but what one  must care about is the intention.” 

Now, while we were saying this, Jesus was busy binding my arms. I said to Him: ‘O please, Lord, what  are You doing?’ And He: “I am doing this because when you are in that position of crucifixion, you come to  placate Me; and since I want to chastise the people, I am binding them.” Having said this, He disappeared. 

November 10, 1899 

Obedience to the confessor. 

After going through quite a few days of differences with Jesus – I, wanting to be released, and He, not  wanting it; now He would make Himself seen sleeping, now He would impose silence on me - finally, this  morning, as I saw Him, I also saw the confessor who commanded me absolutely to have Jesus release me; and  this, more than once, but Jesus would not listen. However, forced by obedience, I said to Him: ‘My lovable  Jesus, when have You ever opposed obedience? I am not the one who wants to be released – it is the confessor  that wants You to make me suffer the crucifixion. Therefore, surrender to this virtue, so favored by You, which  bejewels your whole life, and which formed the last link by connecting everything into one - the sacrifice of the  Cross.’ And Jesus: “You really want to use violence on Me, touching that link which connected Divinity and  humanity, and formed one single link, which is obedience.” And while saying this, He assumed the appearance  of the Crucified, and almost forced by the priestly authority, He shared with me the pains of the crucifixion. 

May the Lord be always blessed, and may everything be for His glory! So it seems I was released. 

November 11, 1899 

Obedience prevents her from conforming to Justice. 

As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, and it seemed I was going around the  earth. Oh, how inundated it was with all sorts of iniquities! It is horrifying to think about it! Now, while going  around, I arrived some place and I found a priest of holy life, and in another place a virgin of blameless and  holy life. We gathered, the three of us together, and we began to converse about the many chastisements that  the Lord is sending, and about the many others that He keeps prepared. I said to them: ‘And you, what do you  do? Have you perhaps conformed to divine Justice?’ And they: “Seeing the strict necessity of these times, and  that man would not surrender even if an apostle came out, or if the Lord sent another St. Vincent Ferrer who  might induce him to conversion with miracles and prodigious signs; on the contrary, seeing that man has  reached such obstinacy and a sort of insanity that the very power of miracles would render him more  incredulous – invested by this most strict necessity, for the good of men, in order to arrest this rotten sea that  inundates the face of the earth, and for the glory of our God, so offended, we have conformed to Justice. But  we are praying and offering ourselves as victims, so that these chastisements may turn out for the conversion of  the peoples. And you, what do you do? Have you not conformed with us?” 

And I: ‘Ah, no! I cannot, because obedience does not want it, even though Jesus wants me to conform;  but since obedience does not want it, it must prevail over everything, and I am forced to be always in contrast  with blessed Jesus, which afflicts me very much.’ And they: “When it is obedience, surely one must not  adhere.” 

After this, finding myself inside myself, I saw dearest Jesus for just a little, and I wanted to know where  that priest and that virgin were from, and He told me that they were from Peru. 

November 12, 1899 

Jesus allows Luisa to spare a chastisement. 

This morning my lovable Jesus came and transported me outside of myself, and I saw as if something  was supposed to move from the heavens and touch the earth. I was so frightened that I screamed, and I said to 

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Him: ‘O please, O please, Lord, what are You doing? How much ruin will come if this happens! You tell me  that You love me, and then you want me to be frightened. You have seen it, haven’t You? Don’t do it, no, no! You cannot do it for I do not want it.’ And Jesus, all compassion for me, told me: “My daughter, do not fear. And then, when have you ever wanted Me to do anything? I should not let you see anything when I chastise the  people, otherwise you bind Me everywhere. Well then, I will fortify your heart with fortitude, and I will make  as though a trunk arise from it, so as to hold whatever you see still; and then I will pour so many graces in you  as to be able to nourish Myself and my children." 

At that moment, something like a trunk came out of my heart, with two branches at the top in the shape  of a fork which, rising up in the air, would catch in between them, anything that was about to move so that it  would keep still in one single point; and far away it seemed to touch the earth. Afterwards, I found myself  inside myself, and I prayed Him to placate Himself; and it seemed that He would quite surrender, so much so,  that He shared with me the pains of the cross. Then He disappeared.  

November 13, 1899 

Jesus suffers in seeing creatures suffer. Luisa offers herself to console Him. 

This morning my adorable Jesus seemed to be restless; He would do nothing but come and go. Now He  would spend time with me, and now, almost drawn by His most ardent love for creatures, He would go to see  what they were doing, and with His whole self He would suffer with them, from that which they were suffering,  as if He Himself, and not they, were taken by those sufferings. Several times I saw the confessor forcing Jesus  by means of his priestly authority to make me suffer His pains so as to be able to placate Him; and while it  seemed that He did not want to be placated, He would then show Himself grateful, thanking wholeheartedly, the  one who was occupying himself with holding back His indignant arm, and so He would share with me now one  suffering, now another. Oh, how tender and moving it was to see Him in this state! He would make one’s heart  split with compassion. Quite a few times He told me: “Conform to my Justice, for I can take no more. Ah,  man is too ungrateful, and he almost forces Me from all sides to chastise him. He himself snatches the  chastisements from my hands. If you knew how much I suffer in making use of my Justice…, but it is man  himself that uses violence on Me. Ah, had I not done anything other than purchase his freedom at the price of  my blood, he would still have to be grateful to Me; but out of greater spite, he keeps inventing new ways to  render my payment useless.” 

While saying this, He was crying bitterly, and to console Him, I said to Him: ‘My sweet Good, do not  afflict Yourself; I see that your affliction is mostly because You feel forced to chastise the people. Ah, no, this  will never be! If You are all for me, I want to be all for You; therefore, You will send the chastisements upon  me – here is the victim, always ready and at your disposal; You can make me suffer whatever You want, and so  your Justice will be somehow placated, and You will be relieved from the affliction You feel in seeing creatures  suffer. My intention has always been this – not to conform to Justice, because if man suffers, You would suffer  more than he does.’ While I was saying this, our Queen Mama came, and I remembered that as I had asked the  confessor for the obedience to conform to Justice, he had told me to ask the Most Holy Virgin, whether She  wanted me to conform. So I asked Her, and She said to me: “No, no, but pray, my daughter, and in these days  try as much as you can to keep Him with You and to placate Him, because many chastisements have been  prepared.” 

November 17, 1899 

The priestly authority must concur with the victim. 

My lovable Jesus continues to make Himself seen afflicted. This morning, our Queen Mama came  together with Him, and it seemed to me that She was bringing Him to me so that I would placate Him and pray  to Him together with Her that He would make me suffer to spare the people. She told me that if in these past  days I had not placed myself in between, and if the confessor had not made use of his priestly authority in  concurring with his intentions of making me suffer, many catastrophes would have occurred. In the meantime, I 

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saw the confessor and immediately I prayed for him to Jesus and to the Queen Mother; and Jesus, all benignity,  said: “According to the measure in which he will take care of my interests, by praying me and also by  committing himself to renewing his intention of making you suffer in order to spare the people, so will I take  care of him and will spare him. I would be ready to make this pact with him." 

After this, I went about looking at my sweet and only Good, and I saw that He was holding two  lightnings in His hands: in one hand, as though equipped, He had a strong earthquake and a war; in the other,  many kinds of sudden deaths and contagious diseases. I began to pray Him to pour those lightnings upon me,  and I almost wanted to remove them from His hands, but to prevent me from doing this, He began to move  away from me. I tried to follow Him, and so I found myself outside of myself, but Jesus disappeared from me  and I remained alone. 

Now, finding myself alone, I went round a little, and I found myself in a place where, in this season,  they harvest. It seemed that uproars of war were happening there, and I wanted to go to help those poor people,  but the demons prevented me from going there where such things were about to happen, and they beat me so  that I would not be able to help or to prevent their artifices. They used so much strength as to make me draw  back. 

November 19, 1899 

The evils of pride. 

My adorable Jesus continues to come, and since before He came, my mind was thinking about certain  things which Jesus had told me in the past years, and which I do not remember so well, almost to remind me He  told me: “My daughter, pride corrodes grace. In the hearts of the proud there is nothing but a void all full of  smoke, which produces blindness. Pride does nothing but render oneself an idol, and so the proud soul does not  have her God with her. By sin, she has tried to destroy Him in her heart, and raising an altar within her heart,  she places herself on it, and she adores herself.” 

Oh, God, what an abominable monster this vice is! It seems to me that if the soul is attentive not to let it  enter into herself, she is free of all other vices; but if, to her misfortune, she lets herself be dominated by it,  since it is a monstrous and wicked mother, it will deliver all of its naughty children for her, which are the other  sins. Ah, Lord, keep it away from me! 

November 21, 1899 

Jesus wants to delight in reflecting Himself in Luisa, who is helped by the Most Holy Virgin. 

This morning, as soon as He came, my most beloved Jesus told me: “My daughter, all your pleasure  must be in reflecting yourself in Me. If you do this always, you will portray all of my qualities, my  physiognomy and my very features within yourself; and I, in return, will find all my taste and highest  contentment in delighting in reflecting Myself in you.” 

Having said this, He disappeared, and I was meditating in my mind on the words He had just spoken to  me. All of a sudden He came back, placing His holy hand on my head; and turning my face toward Him, He  added: “Today I want to delight a little bit by reflecting Myself in you.” 

A shiver ran about my whole waist – such a fright as to feel I was dying, because I saw that He was  staring at me, wanting to delight in my thoughts, gazes, words, and in all the rest, by reflecting Himself in me. I  kept repeating in my interior: ‘Oh! God, am I an object fit for letting You take delight, or for embittering  You?’ In the meantime, our dear Queen Mama came to my help, carrying a pure white garment in Her hands,  and all loving, She told me: “Daughter, do not fear; I Myself want to make up for you by clothing you with my  innocence, so that, in reflecting Himself in you, my Son may find the greatest delight that can be found in a  human creature.” 

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So She clothed me with that garment and She offered me to my dear Good, Jesus, telling Him: “Accept  her out of regard for me, O dear Son, and delight in her.” So every fear went away from me, and Jesus  delighted in me, and I in Him. 

November 24, 1899 

Luisa wants to receive the bitternesses of Jesus. 

This morning my sweet Jesus came and transported me outside of myself. Now, since I saw Him all full  of bitterness, I prayed Him and prayed Him again to pour it into me; but as much as I prayed, I could not  manage to obtain that He would pour His bitternesses into me, although, as I would draw close to His mouth to  receive his bitternesses, a bitter breath would come out. While I was doing this, I saw a priest who was dying,  but I could not recognize well who he was, because I had another intention to pray for a sick priest, but not  recognizing him as that one, I got confused whether it was him or someone else. So I said to Jesus: ‘Lord, what  are You doing? Don’t You see how much scarceness of priests there is in Corato that You want to take more  away from us?’ And Jesus, not paying attention to me and threatening with His arm, said: “I will destroy them  more.” 

November 26, 1899 

Delight of the Holy Trinity because of the sufferings of Luisa. 

As I was very much in suffering, my lovable Jesus came and placed His arm behind my neck in the act  of sustaining me. Now, being close to Him, I began to do my usual adorations to all of His holy members,  beginning with His most sacred head. In the act in which I was doing this, He said to me: “My beloved, I  thirst, let me quench my thirst in your love, for I cannot contain Myself any more.” And assuming the  appearance of a baby, He threw Himself into my arms and began to suckle. He seemed to take immense  pleasure, He was all refreshed, and His thirst quenched. After this, almost wanting to joke with me, with a  lance He held in His hand He pierced my heart through, side to side. I felt a most bitter pain, but – oh! how  happy I was to suffer, especially because it was the very hands of my sole and only Good that gave me  suffering; and I incited Him to give me greater torment, so great was the pleasure and the sweetness I felt. And  blessed Jesus, to make me more content, tore my heart out, taking it in His hands, and with that same lance He  opened it into two halves and found a cross, shining and pure white. He took it in His hands with great delight,  and He told me: “This cross was produced by the love and the purity with which you suffer; I am so delighted  with the way you suffer, that I am not alone, but I call the Father and the Holy Spirit to delight with Me.” 

In one instant, I went about looking and I saw Three Persons who, surrounding me, delighted in looking  at this cross. However, lamenting to Them, I said: ‘Great God, too little is my suffering, I am not content with  the cross alone, but I also want the thorns and the nails; and if I do not deserve this, because I am unworthy and  a sinner, certainly You can give me the dispositions in order to deserve it.’ And Jesus, sending me a ray of  intellectual light, made me understand that He wanted me to make the confession of my sins. I felt almost  floored before the Three Divine Persons, but the Humanity of Our Lord inspired me with confidence; so,  turning to Him I recited the Confiteor, and then I began to make the confession of my sins. Now, while I was  all immersed in my misery, a voice came out from Their midst, saying: “We forgive you, and you – sin no  more.” I was expecting to receive the absolution from Our Lord, but all of a sudden He disappeared. After a  little while He came back crucified, and shared with me the pains of the cross. 

November 27, 1899 

Grace renders the soul happy. 

This morning my dear Jesus was not coming. After many hardships, I saw Him for just a little, and  lamenting to Him because of His delay, I said to Him: ‘Blessed Lord, how come, so late? Have You perhaps  forgotten that I cannot be without You, or have I perhaps lost your grace that You do not come?’ And He,  interrupting my plaintive speaking, told me: “My daughter, do you know what my grace does? My grace 

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renders the souls of the Blessed happy, and it renders the pilgrim souls happy - with this difference alone: that  the Blessed take bliss and delight in it, while the pilgrim souls work and make it circulate. So, one who  possesses grace holds paradise within herself, because grace is nothing other than to possess Me, and since I  alone am the enchanting object that enchants the whole of paradise and forms all the contentments of the  Blessed, the soul, by possessing grace, possesses her paradise wherever she is.” 

November 28, 1899 

Luisa accepts suffering in Purgatory in order to free some souls. 

My beloved Jesus came all affability; He seemed to be like an intimate friend who makes many  endearments to the other friend in order to prove his love to him. The first words He spoke to me were: “My  beloved, if you knew how much I love you… . I feel so very much drawn to loving you; my very delays in  coming force Me, and are new causes for my coming, to fill you with new graces and celestial charisms. If only  you could comprehend how much I love you, you would just barely catch sight of your love compared to  Mine.” And I: ‘My sweet Jesus, what You tell me is true, but I too feel that I love You very much, and if You  say that my love compared to Yours can just barely be seen, it is because your power is without limits, while  mine is limited, and therefore I can do according to how much You Yourself give me. This is so true, that when  the will comes to me to suffer more in order to prove my love to You more, if You do not concede the pains to  me, suffering is not in my power, and I am forced to resign myself also in this, and be that useless being which,  by myself, I have always been. On the other hand, You have even suffering in your power, and in whatever  way You want to manifest your love for me, You can do it. My beloved, give the power to me, and then I will  show You what I can do for love of You, because whatever the measure You give to me, that very measure I  will give to You.’ 

He listened with great pleasure to my speaking out of proportion, and almost wanting to test me, He  transported me outside of myself, close to a deep place, full of liquid fire, and dark – the mere sight of it struck  horror and fright. Jesus said to me: “Here is Purgatory, and many souls are crammed in this fire. You will go  to this place to suffer in order to free the souls I choose, and you will do this for love of Me.” 

Though trembling a little, immediately I said to Him: ‘Everything for love of You, I am ready, but You  must come with me, otherwise, if You leave me, You do not let Yourself be found any more, and then You  make me cry quite a bit.’ And He: “If I come with you, what would be your Purgatory? With my presence,  those pains would change into joys and contentments for you.” And I: ‘I do not want to go alone, but as we go  into that fire, You will remain behind my shoulders, so I will not see You, and I will accept this suffering.’ 

So I went into that place filled with thick darkness, and He followed me from behind. For fear that He  might leave me, I grabbed His hands, holding them tightly upon my shoulders. As I arrived down there… who  can describe the pains that those souls suffered? They are certainly unutterable for people clothed with human  flesh. But as I entered that fire, it would be destroyed, and the darkness would be dispelled, and many souls  would come out, and others would be relieved. After being there for about a quarter of an hour, we came out,  and Jesus was all mournful. Immediately I said: ‘Tell me, my Good, why are You mourning? My dear life,  have I perhaps been the cause of it because I did not want to go into that place of pains by myself? Tell me, tell  me, did You suffer very much in seeing those souls suffer? How are You feeling?’ And Jesus: “My beloved, I  feel all full of bitternesses, so much so, that unable to contain them any longer, I am about to pour them out over  the earth.” And I: ‘No, no, my sweet love, You will pour them upon me, won’t You?” And drawing near my  mouth, He poured a most bitter liqueur, in such abundance that I could not contain it, and I prayed that He  Himself would give me the strength to bear it, otherwise that which I had not allowed Our Lord to do, I would  do myself, pouring it over the earth, which would be very sorrowful for me to do. However, it seems He gave  me strength, though the sufferings were so great that I felt faint; but Jesus, taking me in His arms, sustained me,  telling me: “With you one must surrender by force; you render yourself so importunate, that I almost feel the  necessity to content you.”

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November 30, 1899 

Sick members and healthy members in the mystical body of Christ. 

My adorable Jesus continues to come, and this time I saw Him in the act in which He was at the pillar. Untying Himself, Jesus threw Himself into my arms to be compassionated by me; I clasped Him to myself, and  began to arrange His hair, all clotted with blood, and to dry His eyes and face, and I also kissed Him and did  several acts of reparation. When I reached the hands and removed the chain, to my greatest surprise I saw that  the head was that of Our Lord, but the members belonged to many other people, especially religious. Oh, how  many infected members, which cast more darkness than light! On the left side there were those who caused  greater suffering to Jesus; one could see sick members, full of wormy and deep wounds, and others which were  just barely attached to that body by a nerve. Oh, how that divine head suffered and swayed over those  members! On the right side, then, one could see those which were the most good – that is, the healthy  members, shining, covered with flowers and with celestial dew, perfumed with fragrant odors, and among these  members one could see some which gave off an obscure perfume. 

This divine head over these members suffered very much. It is true that there were some shining  members, which almost resembled the light of the head, and which cheered it and gave it greatest glory, but the  number of the infected members was greater. Opening His most sweet mouth, Jesus told me: “My daughter,  how many pains these members give Me! This body you see is the mystical body of my Church, of which I  glory in being the head; but how much cruel torment these members cause in this body! It seems that they  incite one another to see who can give Me greater torment.” Then He said other things about this body, which I  cannot remember so well, therefore I stop here. 

December 2, 1899  

Eloquent praise of the Cross. 

As I was very afflicted about certain things, which it is not licit here to say, lovable Jesus, wanting to  relieve me from my affliction, came with an appearance all new. He seemed to be dressed in pale blue, all  adorned with tiny little bells of gold which, in touching one another, resounded with a sound never before  heard. At the appearance of Jesus and at that gracious sound, I felt enchanted and relieved in my affliction,  which departed from me like smoke. I would have remained there in silence, so much did I feel the powers of  my soul enchanted and stunned, if blessed Jesus had not broken my silence, saying to me: “My beloved  daughter, all these little bells are many voices that speak to you of my love, and call you to love Me. Now, let  me see how many little bells you have that speak to Me of your love and call Me to love you.” 

And I, all full of blushing, said to Him: ‘But, Lord, what are You saying? I have nothing; I have  nothing but defects.’ And Jesus, compassionating my misery, continued: “You have nothing, it is true. Well  then, I want to adorn you with my own little bells, so that you may have many voices to call Me and to show  Me your love.” So it seemed that He surrounded my waist with a belt adorned with these little bells. 

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

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

The Cross, suffered by You, freed me from the slavery of the devil, and espoused me to the Divinity  with an indissoluble bond. The Cross is fecund and gives birth to Grace in me. The Cross is Light, It  disillusions me of what is temporal, and reveals to me what is eternal. The Cross is fire, and reduces to ashes all 

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that is not of God, to the point of emptying my heart of the tiniest blade of grass that might be in it. The Cross  is coin of inestimable value, and if I have, O Holy Spouse, the fortune of possessing it, I will be enriched with  eternal coins, to the point of becoming the richest in Paradise, because the currency that circulates in Heaven is  the Cross suffered on earth. The Cross, then, makes me know myself; not only this, but It gives me the  knowledge of God. The Cross grafts all virtues into me. The Cross is the noble pulpit of the uncreated  Wisdom, that teaches me the highest, the finest and most sublime doctrines. So, only the Cross will reveal to  me the most hidden mysteries, the most secret things, the most perfect perfection, hidden to the most erudite  and learned of the world. The Cross is like beneficent water that purifies me; not only this, but It administers to  me the nourishment for the virtues, It makes them grow, and only then does It leave me, when It brings me back  to Eternal Life. The Cross is like celestial dew, which preserves and embellishes for me the beautiful lily of  purity. The Cross is the nourishment of Hope. The Cross is the beacon of operating Faith. The Cross is like  hard wood, which preserves the fire of Charity, keeping it always lit. The Cross is like dry wood, which dispels  and puts to flight all the smokes of pride and of vainglory, producing the humble violet of humility in the soul. 

The Cross is the most powerful weapon that offends the demons, and defends me from all of their claws. Therefore, the soul who possesses the Cross is the envy and admiration of the very Angels and Saints, and the  rage and indignation of the demons. The Cross is my Paradise on earth, in such a way that if the Paradise of the  Blessed up there, is of delights, the Paradise down here is of sufferings. The Cross is the chain of most pure  gold that connects me to You, my Highest Good, and forms the most intimate union which can possibly be  given, to the point of making my being disappear. And It transforms me in You, my Beloved, to the point that I  feel lost within You, and I live from your very Life.’ 

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

December 21, 1899 

Luisa speaks about virginity and purity. 

After a long silence, this morning my lovable Jesus interrupted it, saying to me: “I am the receptacle of  pure souls.” And in these words of His I received intellectual light which made me comprehend many things  about purity, but I can repeat little or nothing with words, of that which I feel in my intellect. However, most  honorable lady obedience wants me to write something, even nonsense, and to make her content I will speak my  nonsense about purity. 

It seemed to me that purity is the noblest gem that the soul can possess. The soul who possesses purity  is invested with candid light, in such a way that blessed God, in looking at her, finds His very image; He feels  drawn to love her, so much so, that He reaches the point of becoming enamored with her, and He is taken by so  much love that He gives her His most pure Heart as dwelling, because only that which is pure and most clean  enters into God; nothing stained can enter that most pure bosom. The soul who possesses purity maintains  within herself her original splendor which God gave her in creating her; nothing is disfigured or disennobled in  her; rather, like a queen aspiring to her wedding with the celestial King, she preserves her nobility until this  noble flower is transplanted into the celestial gardens. Oh, how this virginal flower is fragrant of a distinct  odor! It always rises above all other flowers, and even above the very Angels. How it stands out with varied  beauty! So, all are taken by esteem and love, and give it free step, to let it reach its Divine Spouse, in such a  way that the first place around Our Lord belongs to these noble flowers. And Our Lord greatly delights in  strolling in the midst of these lilies which perfume the earth and Heaven; and He delights even more in being 

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surrounded by these lilies because, He being the first noble lily and the model, He is the specimen of all the  others. 

Oh, how beautiful it is to see a virgin soul! Her heart gives off no other breath but that of purity and of  candor; it is not even shaded by any other love which is not God, and even her body gives off fragrance of  purity. Everything is pure in her: pure in her steps, pure in operating, in speaking, in looking, and also in  moving. So, at the mere sight of her one feels the fragrance and recognizes a soul who is truly pure. What  charisms, what graces, what mutual love and loving stratagems between this soul and her Spouse Jesus! Only  one who experiences them can say something. One cannot even narrate everything, and I don’t feel it is my  duty to speak about this, therefore I keep silent and I move on. 

December 22, 1899 

How God draws us to love Him in three ways, and how He manifests Himself to the soul in three ways. 

This morning my adorable Jesus was not coming. After much waiting and waiting He made Himself  just barely seen several times, like a lightning that flashes by. But I seemed to see a light rather than Jesus, and  in this light, a voice which, the first time it came, said: “I draw you to love Me in three ways: by dint of  benefits, by dint of sympathies, and by dint of persuasions.” 

Who can say how many things I comprehended in these three words? It seemed to me that in order to  attract my love and also that of the other creatures, blessed Jesus makes benefits rain down for our good, and in  seeing that this rain of benefits does not reach the point of gaining our love, He reaches the point of rendering  Himself sympathetic. And what is this sympathy? It is His pains suffered for love of us, to the point of dying,  deluging blood upon a cross, where He rendered Himself so sympathetic as to enamor of Himself His very  executioners and His fiercest enemies. Even more, in order to attract us more and render our love stronger and  more stable, He left us the light of His most holy examples, united to His celestial doctrine, which, like light,  dispel for us the darkness of this life and lead us to eternal salvation. 

The second time it came, it said to me: “I manifest Myself to the soul in three different ways: by power,  by news and by love. The power is the Father, the news is the Word, the love is the Holy Spirit.” Oh, how  many more things I comprehended! But too little is that which I am able to manifest. It seemed to me that God  manifests Himself to the soul, by power, in the whole of creation; from the first to the last being is the  omnipotence of God manifested. The heavens, the stars and all the other beings speak to us, though in a mute  language, of a Supreme Being, of an Uncreated Being, of His omnipotence. In fact, the most learned man, with  all of his science, cannot arrive at creating the most wretched mosquito, and this says that there must be a most  powerful uncreated Being who created everything, and gives life and preservation to all beings. Oh, how the  whole universe, in clear notes and with indelible characters, speaks to us of God and of His omnipotence! 

Therefore, one who does not see Him is voluntarily blind! By news: it seemed to me that blessed Jesus, in  descending from Heaven, came upon earth in person to give us news of what is invisible to us; and in how many  ways did He not manifest Himself? I believe that everyone can comprehend the rest by himself, therefore I will  not go on speaking. 

December 25, 1899 

Jesus wants a continuous attitude of sacrifice in the soul. 

After spending several days of almost total privation of my highest and only Good, days accompanied  by hardness of heart, without even being able to cry over my great loss, though I offered to God even that loss,  saying to Him: ‘Lord, accept it as a sacrifice; You alone can soften this heart of mine, so hard’ – finally, after  long suffering, my dear Queen Mama came, carrying the celestial Baby on Her lap, wrapped in a little cloth, all  shivering. She placed Him in my arms, telling me: “My daughter, warm Him with your affections, because my  Son was born in extreme poverty, in the complete abandonment of men, and in highest mortification.”

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Oh, how pretty He was, with that celestial beauty of His! I took Him in my arms and I clasped Him to  myself to warm Him, because He was almost numb with cold, since He had nothing else to cover Him but one  little cloth. After I warmed Him as much as I could, my tender little Baby, moving His purple lips, told me: “Do you promise Me always to be victim for love of Me, just as I am for love of you?” And I: ‘Yes, my little  Treasure, I promise You.’ And He: “I am not content with the word – I want an oath, and also an underwriting  with your blood.” And I: ‘If obedience wants it, I will do it.’ 

He seemed to be all content, and added: “From the moment I was born, I always kept my Heart offered  in sacrifice, to glorify the Father, for the conversion of sinners, and for the people who surrounded Me, and who  were my most faithful companions in my pains. In the same way, I want your heart to be in this continuous  attitude, offered in spirit of sacrifice for these three purposes.” 

While He was saying this, the Queen Mama wanted the Baby in order to nourish Him with Her most  sweet milk. I gave Him back to Her, and She uncovered Her breast to place it in the mouth of Her Divine Baby;  and I, clever, wanting to make a joke, placed my mouth to suckle. I drew a few drops, and in the act in which I  was doing this, they disappeared from me, leaving me content and discontent. May everything be for the glory  of God, and to the confusion of this miserable sinner. 

December 27, 1899 

Charity must be like a mantle that covers one’s actions. 

He continued to make Himself seen like shadow and flash. While I was in a sea of bitterness because of  His absence, in one instant He made Himself seen, telling me: “Charity must be like a mantle which must cover  all of your actions, in such a way that everything must shine with perfect charity. What is the meaning of your  being displeased when you do not suffer? That your charity is not perfect, because suffering for love of Me and  not suffering for love of Me, without your will, is all the same.” And He disappeared leaving me more  embittered than before, wanting to touch a key too delicate for me, which He Himself has infused in me. 

Then, after I shed bitter tears for my miserable state and over the absence of my adorable Jesus, He  came back and told me: “With just souls I act with justice, or rather, I give them double recompense for their  justice by favoring them with greater graces, and by speaking to them of just words and of sanctity.” However,  I found myself so confused and bad, that I did not dare to utter a single word; rather, I continued to shed tears  over my misery. And Jesus, wanting to infuse trust in me, placed His hand under my head in order to lift it,  because it could not hold itself up, and He added: “Do not fear, I am the shield of the tribulated.” And He  disappeared.  

December 30, 1899 

Effects of humiliation and of mortification. 

This morning I saw my adorable Jesus for just a little, and since obedience had told me to pray for a  certain person, when Jesus came I commended her to Him, and He said to Me: “Humiliation must not only be  accepted, but also loved; so much so, as to chew it like food. And just as when a food is bitter, the more one  chews it, the more he feels the bitterness, in the same way, humiliation, when it is well chewed, gives rise to  mortification. And these – that is, humiliation and mortification – are two most powerful means in order to get  out of certain hitches and obtain those graces which are needed. While it seems to be noxious to the human  nature, just like the bitter food which seems to do harm rather than good - so with humility and mortification. 

But it is not so. The more the piece of iron is beaten on the anvil, the more it sparkles with fire and is purged. The same for the soul: the more she is humiliated and beaten on the anvil of mortification, the more she  sparkles with celestial fire and is purged - if she really wants to walk along the path of good. If then she is false,  it happens all the opposite.” 

January 1, 1900

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The Circumcision of Jesus. The more the soul humiliates herself and knows herself, the closer she draws to  the truth. 

Being very afflicted because of the privation of my highest and only Good, after much waiting and  waiting, finally I saw Him come out from within my heart, crying, and making me understand with His eyes  that He was hurting from the wound received in the Circumcision. So He cried and expected me to dry the  blood that was pouring from that wound, and to sweeten the pain of the cut. I felt all compassion and confusion  together, so much so that I did not dare to do it; however, drawn by love, I don’t know how I found a little cloth  in my hand, and I tried as much as I could to dry the blood of Baby Jesus. While doing this, I felt I was all full  of sin, and I thought that I was the cause of that pain of Jesus. Oh, how sorry I felt for Him! I felt absorbed in  that bitterness; and the blessed little Baby, compassionating my miserable state, told me: “The more the soul  humiliates herself and knows herself, the closer she draws to the truth; and being in the truth, she tries to push  herself along the path of virtues, from which she sees herself very far away. And if she sees herself on the path  of virtues, immediately she realizes how much there is left for her to do, because virtues have no end – they are  infinite, as I am. So, being in the truth, the soul always tries to perfect herself, but she will never arrive at  seeing herself perfect. And this serves her, and it will make her work continuously, striving to perfect herself  more, without wasting time in idleness. And I, pleased with this work, keep retouching her little by little, in  order to portray my likeness in her. 

This is why I wanted to be circumcised – to give an example of highest humility, which rendered the  very Angels of Heaven stunned.” 

January 3, 1900 

Peace, in any circumstance. 

I continued to see myself all full of miseries; not only so, but also restless. It seems to me that all of my  interior had become alarmed about the loss of Jesus. I kept thinking to myself that my great sins had made me  deserve that my adorable Jesus had left me, and therefore I was not going to see Him any more. Oh, what a  cruel death this thought is for me! Or rather, more ruthless than any death! ‘No longer to see Jesus…! No  longer to hear the gentleness of His voice…! To lose the One on whom my life depends, and from whom every  good comes to me…! How can I live without Him? Ah, everything is over for me if I lose Jesus!…’ With  these thoughts I felt an agony of death; all of my interior was upset for it wanted Jesus; and He, in a flash of  light, manifested Himself to my soul, telling me: “Peace, peace, do not want to disturb yourself. Just as a most  fragrant flower perfumes the place in which it is put, so does my peace fill with God the soul who possesses it.” 

And He escaped like a flash. 

Ah, Lord, how good You are with this sinner! And I also tell You in confidence: “How impertinent  You are, for I must lose You no less, and You do not even want me to become disturbed or restless; and if I do  it, You make me understand that I myself move away from You, because with peace I fill myself with God,  while by becoming disturbed I fill myself with diabolical temptations.’ Oh, my sweet Jesus! How much  patience it takes with You! – because whatever happens to me, I cannot even become upset or disturbed, but  You want me to remain in perfect calm and peace. 

January 5, 1900 

Effects of sin and of Confession. 

As I was in my usual state, I felt I was going outside of myself, and I found my adorable Jesus; but – oh,  how full of sins I saw myself before His presence! In my interior I felt a strong desire to make my confession to  Our Lord, and so, turning to Him, I began to tell my sins, and Jesus was listening to me. When I finished  speaking, turning to me with a face full of sadness, He told me: “My daughter, sin is a poisonous and deadly  embrace to the soul, if it is grave; and not only to her, but also to all the virtues present in the soul. If then it is  venial, it is a wounding embrace, which renders the soul very weak and infirm, and together with her the virtues  which she had acquired also become infirm. What a deadly weapon sin is! Sin alone can wound and give death 

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to the soul! Nothing else can harm her, nothing else but sin alone renders her opprobrious and odious before  Me.” 

While He was saying this, I comprehended the ugliness of sin and I felt such pain that I cannot even  express it. And Jesus, seeing me all contrite, raised His blessed right hand and pronounced the words of the  absolution. Then He added: “Just as sin wounds and gives death to the soul, so does the Sacrament of  Confession give life, heal the wounds, and give back vigor to virtues; and this, more or less, according to the  dispositions of the soul – so does the virtue of the Sacrament operate.” It seemed to me that my soul had  received new life; I no longer felt the bother of before, after Jesus gave me the absolution. May the Lord be  always thanked and glorified! 

January 6, 1900 

Confidence, the staircase to ascend to the Divinity. 

This morning I received Communion, and as I found myself together with Jesus, the Queen Mama was  also there, and – oh, marvel! – I looked at the Mother and I could see Her Heart transmuted into Baby Jesus; I  looked at the Son and I could see the Mother in the Heart of the Baby. In the meantime, I remembered that  today is the Epiphany, and in the example of the Holy Magi, I was to offer something to Baby Jesus, but I saw  myself as having nothing to give Him. So, in seeing my misery, the thought came to me of offering my body as  myrrh, with all the sufferings of the twelve years in which I had been in bed, ready to suffer and to remain there  as much longer as He pleased; as gold, the pain I feel when He deprives me of His presence, which is the most  painful and sorrowful thing for me; as incense, my poor prayers, united to those of the Queen Mama, so that  they might be more pleasing to Baby Jesus. So I made the offering with full confidence that the Baby would  accept everything. 

Jesus seemed to accept my poor offerings with great pleasure, but that which He enjoyed the most was  the confidence with which I had offered them. Then He said to me: “Confidence has two arms: with one it  embraces my Humanity, and it uses my Humanity as a staircase in order to ascend to my Divinity; with the  other it embraces the Divinity and draws celestial graces in torrents, in such a way that the soul remains all  inundated within the Divine Being. When the soul is confident, she is certain to obtain what she asks. I let my  arms be bound, I let her do whatever she wants, I let her penetrate even into my Heart, and I let her take, by  herself, that which she has asked from Me. If I did not do so, I would feel Myself in a state of violence.” While  He was saying this, many rivulets of a liqueur (I call it ‘liqueur’, but I can’t really tell what it was) came out  from the breast of the Baby and of the Mother, which inundated my soul completely. Then the Queen Mother  disappeared. 

After this, together with the Baby I went out into the vault of the heavens. I saw that His gracious face  was sad, and I said to myself: ‘Maybe He wants milk, this is why He is sad.’ So I said to Him: ‘Do You want  to suckle from me since the Queen Mama is not here?’ But before doing this, I became concerned that it might  be the devil; so, in order to be reassured, I signed him several times with the cross and I said to him: ‘Are you  really Jesus the Nazarene, the Second Person of the Most Holy Trinity, Son of the Virgin Mary, Mother of  God?’ And the Baby assured that He was. Therefore, being assured, I placed Him to suckle from myself. The  Baby seemed to revive, assuming a merry appearance, and I saw that He was suckling part of those rivulets with  which He Himself had inundated me. And while He was doing this, I felt my heart being pulled, as it seemed  that that milk which Jesus was drawing from me was coming out from it. Who can say what passed between  me and Baby Jesus? I have no tongue to be able to manifest it, no words to be able to describe it. 

January 8, 1900 

The ‘errors’ contained in these writings, which will do good. Firmness and stability in operating. 

I was thinking to myself: ‘Who knows how much nonsense, how many errors are contained in these  things I write!’ At that moment, I felt I was losing consciousness, and blessed Jesus came and said to me: “My  daughter, errors too will do good; and this, in order to make known that there is no artifice on your part, and that 

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you are not some doctor, because if you were so, you yourself would realize where you were mistaken. This  will also make shine more that it is I who speak to you, by looking at it in a simple way. However, I assure you  that they will find not a shadow of vice or anything which is not virtue, because while you write, I Myself guide  your hand. At the most, they may find a few errors at first sight, but if they look at them thoroughly, they will  find the truth.” 

Having said this, He disappeared, but after a few hours He came back. I was feeling all hesitant and  concerned about the words He had spoken to me, and He added: “My heritage is firmness and stability; I am  not subject to any change, and the more the soul draws near Me and advances on the path of virtues, the firmer  and more stable she feels in operating good. And the farther she remains from Me, the more she will be subject  to changing and oscillating – now toward good, now toward evil.  

January 12, 1900 

Difference between knowledge of self and humility. Jesus alone can glory in possessing true humility. 

Finding myself in my usual state, my adorable Jesus came in a pitiful state. He had His hands bound  tightly, His face covered with spit, and many people were slapping Him horribly. And He remained quiet,  placid, without making one movement or emitting one lament; not even a batting of eyelashes, in order to show  that He Himself wanted to suffer these outrages; and this, not only externally, but also internally. What a  moving scene, such as to break the hardest hearts! How many things that Face said, with that spit hanging,  dirtied with mud! I felt horrified, I trembled, I saw myself all pride before Jesus. 

While He was in that appearance, He said to me: “My daughter, only the little ones let themselves be  handled as one wants; not those who are little of human reason, but those who are little yet filled with divine  reason. I alone can say that I am humble, because in man, that which is said to be humility should rather be  called knowledge of self; and one who does not know himself already walks in falsehood.”  

Jesus remained silent for a few minutes, and I stayed there, contemplating Him. While I was doing this,  I saw a hand carrying a light, which, searching in my interior, in the most intimate hiding places, wanted to see  whether the knowledge of myself and love of humiliations, confusions and opprobriums, were present in me. That light found a void in my interior – and I too saw it – which had to be filled with humiliations and  confusions, in the example of blessed Jesus. Oh, how many things that light and that holy Face which was  before me, made me understand! I said to myself: ‘A God, humiliated and confused for love of me, and I, a  sinner, without these insignia! A God, stable, firm in bearing so many insults, to the point that He does not  move, not one bit, to shake that disgusting spit off of Himself. Ah, His interior before God, and His exterior  before men are made manifest to me; and yet, if He wanted to free Himself, He could, because it is not the  chains that bind Him, but His firm Will, which wants to save mankind at any cost. And I? And I? Where are  my humiliations? Where, the firmness, the constancy in doing good for love of my Jesus and for love of my  neighbor? Ah, how different we are as victims – myself and Jesus! Ah, we are not similar at all! 

While my little brain was wandering in this, my adorable Jesus told me: “Only my Humanity was filled  with opprobriums and humiliations, to the point that they overflowed outside. This is why Heaven and earth  tremble before my virtues, and the souls who love Me use my Humanity as a staircase in order to ascend and lap  up a few little drops of my virtues. Tell me now: before my humility, where is yours? I alone can glory in  possessing true humility. My Divinity, united to my Humanity, could operate prodigies at each step, word and  work; yet, I voluntarily constrained Myself within the circle of my Humanity, I showed Myself as the poorest,  and I reached the point of mingling with sinners themselves. I could have done the Work of Redemption in  very little time, and even with one single word; yet, during the course of many years, with many hardships and  sufferings, I wanted to make the miseries of man my own; I wanted to exercise Myself in many different  actions, so that man might be completely renewed and divinized, even in the lowest works. In fact, once they  had been exercised by Me, who was God and Man, they received new splendor, and remained with the mark of  divine works. My Divinity, hidden within my Humanity, wanted to lower Itself to such baseness, subjecting  Itself to the course of human actions - while with one single act of my Will I could have created infinite worlds 

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- feeling the miseries and the weaknesses of others as if they were Its own, seeing Itself covered with all the sins  of men before Divine Justice, having to pay their penalty at the price of unheard-of pains and with the shedding  of all Its Blood…. Thus It exercised continuous acts of profound and heroic humility.  

Oh daughter, here is the immense difference between my humility and the humility of creatures, even  that of all of my Saints, which is only a shadow in the face of mine; because the creature is always a creature  and does not know, as I know, how great is the weight of sin. Even though heroic souls, following my example,  have offered themselves to suffer the pains of others, their pains are not different from those of the other  creatures; they are not new things for them, because they are made of the same clay. Moreover, the mere  thought that those pains are the cause of new gains, and that they glorify God, is a great honor for them. 

Furthermore, the creature is restricted within the circle in which God placed her, and she cannot go out of those  limits within which she has been circumscribed by God. Oh, if it were in their power to do or undo things, how  many other things they would do - everyone would reach the stars! But my divinized Humanity had no limits,  yet It voluntarily constrained Itself within Itself; and this was the braiding of all my works with heroic humility. 

This had been the cause of all evils which inundate the earth – lack of humility; and by exercising this  virtue, I was to draw all goods from Divine Justice. Ah, yes, no concessions of graces come from my throne, if  not by means of humility, nor can any ticket be received by Me, if it does not carry the signature of humility. No prayer is listened to by my ears, and moves my Heart to compassion, if it is not perfumed by the fragrance  of humility. If the creature does not arrive at destroying that seed of honor, of esteem – and this can be  destroyed by arriving at loving to be despised, humiliated, confused – she will feel a braiding of thorns around  her heart; she will feel a void in her heart which will always bother her, and will render her very dissimilar from  my Most Holy Humanity. If she does not arrive at loving humiliations, at the most she will be able to know  herself a little bit, but will not shine before Me, clothed with the garment of humility, beautiful and worthy of  sympathy.” 

Who can say how many things I understood about this virtue, and the difference between knowledge of  self and humility? I seemed to touch with my own hand the distinction between these two virtues, but I have no  words to explain myself. 

In order to say something, I will use an image. For example, a poor man says he is poor, and he frankly  manifests his poverty, also to people who do not know him and who may believe that he possesses something. One can say that he knows himself and tells the truth; and because of this, he is loved more, he moves others to  compassion for his miserable state, and everyone helps him. So it is to know oneself. If then, feeling ashamed  of manifesting his poverty, that poor man boasted of being rich, while everyone knows that he does not even  have clothes to cover himself and that he is dying of starvation – what happens? Everyone despises him,  nobody helps him, and he becomes an object of mockery and ridicule to anyone who knows him; and the  miserable one, going from bad to worse, ends up dying. So is pride before God and also before other men. And  here is how one who does not know himself already leaves the truth and slumps into the path of falsehood. 

Now, here is the difference with humility, though it seems to me that knowledge of self and humility are  sisters born of the same womb, and one can never be humble if he does not know himself. For example, there is  a rich man who, out of love for humiliations, stripping himself of his noble garments, covers himself with  miserable rags. He lives unknown, manifesting to no one who he is; he mingles with the poorest, he lives with  the poor as if he were one of them, and makes scorns and confusions his delights. Here is the beautiful sister of  the knowledge of self, which is humility.  

Ah, yes, humility draws grace; humility breaks the strongest chains, which are sin. Humility surmounts  any wall of division between the soul and God, and brings her back to Him. Humility is a little plant, but  always green and flowery, not subject to being gnawed by worms; nor will winds, hail or heat be able to do  harm to it, or make it wither, even slightly. Though being the littlest plant, humility produces very high  branches, which penetrate even into Heaven, braiding around the Heart of Our Lord; and only the branches  which come from this plant have free access into that adorable Heart. Humility is the anchor of peace during  the storms of the sea waves of this life. Humility is the salt which spices all virtues and preserves the soul from 

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the corruption of sin. Humility is the little grass which sprouts along the way treaded by wayfarers; while being  treaded, it disappears, but soon one can see it sprout again, more beautiful than before. Humility is like a gentle  graft, which renders the wild plant gentle. Humility is the sunset of guilt. Humility is the newborn of grace. Humility is like the moon, which guides us in the darkness of the night of this life. Humility is like that shrewd  merchant who knows well how to trade his riches, and wastes not even one cent of the grace that is given to  him. Humility is the key of the door of Heaven, such that no one can enter into It if he does not keep this key in  good custody. Finally – otherwise I would never end and I would be too long – humility is the smile of God  and of all Heaven, and it is the crying of all hell. 

January 17, 1900 

Evilness and shrewdness of man. 

This morning my adorable Jesus was coming and going, but always in silence. Then I felt I was going  outside of myself, and I felt Jesus behind me saying: “Man says: ‘There is no more rectitude, and as long as  things are this way, we will not be able to obtain any success in our intents. So, let us fake virtue, let us pretend  we are upright, let us show ourselves as true friends on the outside, for in this way it will be easier to weave our  nets and deceive others. And when we come out to plunder them and harm them, since everyone believes that  we are friends, we will easily have them in our hands without resistance.’ Look at where the shrewdness of  man reaches!” 

After this, wanting a special act of reparation, blessed Jesus seemed to cut my life off, offering me to  divine Justice. In the act in which He was doing this, I thought that Jesus would make me pass away from this  life, so I said to Him: ‘Lord, I do not want to come to Heaven without your insignia – first crucify me and then  take me.’ So He pierced my hands and feet through with the nails, but while doing this, to my highest sorrow  He disappeared and I found myself inside myself. I said to myself: ‘I am still here! Ah, how many times You  have done this to me, my dear Jesus! - indeed You have a special art for being able to do it, for You make me  believe that I must die, so I laugh at the world, at the pains, and I even laugh at You, because the time of our  being separated is ended, and there will be no more intervals of separation. But as soon as the laughing begins,  as I find myself bound once again with the shackles of the wall of this fragile body, forgetting that I had just  begun to laugh, I continue with the crying, the moans and the sighs of my separation from You. Ah, Lord,  hurry, for I feel compelled to come!’ 

January 22, 1900 

Correspondence to Grace. 

After going through most bitter days of privation, my poor heart was struggling between the fear of  having lost Him and the hope that, who knows, I might see Him again. Oh God, what a bloody war this poor  heart of mine had to bear! The pain was so great that now it would become ice-cold, now it would be squeezed  as though under a press, and would drip blood. While I was in this state, I felt my sweet Jesus near me; He  removed a veil from me which prevented me from seeing Him, so finally I was able to see Him. Immediately I  said to Him: ‘Ah, Lord! You don’t love me any more!’ 

And He: “Yes, yes… What I recommend to you is correspondence to my grace, and in order to be  faithful, you must be like the echo that resounds in an empty space: as soon as a voice is emitted, immediately,  without the slightest hesitation, one can hear the echo booming after it. In the same way, as soon as you begin  to receive my grace, without even waiting for Me to finish giving it, begin immediately the echo of your  correspondence.” 

January 27, 1900 

The order of the virtues in the soul.

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I continue to be almost without my sweet Jesus; my life is leaving me because of the pain; I feel such  tedium, boredom, tiredness of life… I kept saying in my interior: ‘Oh, how my exile has been prolonged! Oh,  what happiness would be mine if I could loosen the bonds of this body so that my soul might take wing, freely,  toward my highest Good!’ A thought said to me: ‘And what if you go to hell?’ And I, so as not to call the  devil to fight me, immediately snapped out of it by saying: ‘Well then, even from hell I will send my sighs to  my sweet Jesus – even from there do I want to love Him.’ While I was amid these and other thoughts – the  story would be too long if I wanted to repeat them all – lovable Jesus made Himself seen for just a little, but  with a serious aspect, and He told me: “Your time has not yet come.” 

Then, with an intellectual light He made me comprehend that everything must be orderly in the soul. The soul possesses many little apartments in which each virtue takes its place, even though it can be said that  one single virtue contains all others within itself, and that the soul, by possessing only one of them, comes to be  endowed with all the other virtues. However, in spite of this, they are all distinct among themselves, so much  so, that each of them has its own place in the soul. And here is how all virtues have their origin in the mystery  of the Sacrosanct Trinity: while It is One, there are Three distinct Persons, and while They are Three, They are  One. I also understood that these apartments in the soul are either full of virtue or of the vice opposite to that  virtue; and if there is neither virtue nor vice, they remain empty. It seemed to me that they are like a house  which contains many rooms, all empty; or some rooms are full of snakes, some of mud; some are full of pieces  of furniture full of dust, and some are dark. Ah, Lord, You alone can put my poor soul in order! 

January 28, 1900 

What mortification does. 

It still continues in the same way. This morning He transported me outside of myself; after a long time,  I seemed to see Jesus with clarity, but I saw myself as so bad, that I did not dare to utter a single word. We  looked at each other, but in silence. Through those mutual gazes I understood that my good Jesus was filled  with bitternesses, but I did not dare to say: ‘Pour them into me.’ He Himself drew near me and began to pour  them; but unable to contain them, as I received them I threw them to the ground. 

He said to me: “What are you doing? You do not want to share in my bitternesses any more? You no  longer want to give Me relief in my pains?” And I: ‘Lord, this is not my will; I myself don’t know what has  happened to me. I feel so full that I do not know where to contain them. Only a prodigy of Yours can enlarge  my interior so that I may receive your bitternesses.’ 

Then Jesus marked me with a large sign of the cross, and He poured them again. So it seemed I was  able to contain them; and then He added: “My daughter, mortification is like fire which dries up all humors. In  the same way, mortification dries up all the bad humors which are present in the soul, and it inundates her with  a sanctifying humor, in such a way as to make the most beautiful virtues sprout.” 

January 31, 1900 

Grace, and correspondence to It. 

After He came quite a few times, but always in silence, I felt a void and a pain for I could not hear the  most sweet voice of my sweet Jesus; and He, coming back, almost to content me, told me: “Grace is the life of  the soul. Just as the soul gives life to the body, so does grace give life to the soul. However, in order to have  life it is not enough for the body to have the soul; it also needs food with which to nourish itself and grow to the  proper stature. In the same way, it is not enough for the soul to have grace in order to have life, but food is  needed to nourish her and raise her to the proper stature. And what is this food? It is her correspondence. So  grace, and correspondence to it, form the links of the chain which lead her to Heaven, and according to the  measure in which the soul corresponds to grace, she keeps forming the links of this chain.” 

Then He added: “What is the passport to enter into the kingdom of grace? It is humility. Through  humility, by always looking at her nothingness and seeing that she is nothing but dust or wind, the soul will 

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place all her trust in grace, so much so, as to make of it her master. And grace, taking dominion over all of the  soul, leads her along the path of all virtues, and makes her reach the summit of perfection.” 

What would a soul without grace be like? It seemed to me that she would be like the body without the  soul, which becomes stinking and spews worms and rot from all parts, so much so, as to become an object of  horror to the human sight itself. In the same way, without grace, the soul becomes so abominable as to be  horrifying to the sight – not of men, but of God Trice Holy. Ah, Lord, free me from such misfortune, and from  the abominable monster of sin! 

February 4, 1900 

Discouragement. 

As I was in a state full of discouragement, especially because of the privation of my highest Good, this  morning, making Himself seen for just a little, He told me: “Discouragement is an infectious humor, which  infects the most beautiful flowers and the most pleasant fruits, and penetrates down to the bottom of the root, in  such a way that, by invading the whole tree, that infectious humor renders it withered and squalid. And if one  does not remedy it by watering it with a contrary humor, since the bad humor has infiltrated deep into the root,  it will make the root wither and the tree fall to the ground. So it happens to the soul who becomes soaked with  this infectious humor of discouragement.” 

In spite of all this, I still felt discouraged, all huddled within myself, and I saw myself as so bad that I  did not dare to fling myself toward my sweet Jesus. My mind was occupied with the thought that it was useless  for me to hope for His continuous visits as before, for His graces, for His charisms – everything was over for  me. And He, almost scolding me, added: “What are you doing? What are you doing? Don’t you know that  lack of confidence renders the soul moribund? Thinking that she has to die, she no longer thinks of anything - 

neither of gaining anything, nor of making it circulate, nor of embellishing herself more, nor of remedying her  sicknesses - she thinks of nothing else but that everything is over for her.” 

Ah, Lord, I imagine seeing this specter of the lack of confidence - squalid, emaciated, fearful and all  trembling; and all of his mastery, with no other ingenuity but fear alone, leads souls to the tomb. But what is  more, this specter does not show himself as an enemy so that the soul may sneer at his fear, but he shows  himself as a friend, and infiltrates so sweetly into the soul, that if the soul is not attentive, seeing him as a  faithful friend who agonizes with her and even dies together with her, she will hardly be able to free herself  from his artificious mastery.  

February 5, 1900 

The circle of truth of the knowledge of self. 

Continuing in the same state, with a little bit more courage, though I was not perfectly free, my dearest  Jesus, on coming, told me: “My daughter, sometimes the soul feels an encounter in some virtue, and plucking  up her strength, the soul overcomes that encounter; and then, that virtue becomes more resplendent and rooted  in the soul. However, the soul must be very attentive in order to avoid that she herself might provide the little  rope to let herself be bound by lack of confidence; and she will do this by always restricting herself within the  circle of truth, without ever leaving it, which is the knowledge of her nothingness.” 

February 12, 1900 

Voluntary defects form clouds. 

As I was in a state of abandonment on the part of my adorable Jesus, I felt my poor heart crushed by the  pain, as though under a press. Oh God, what an unutterable pain! While I was in this state, I saw my dear Good  almost like a shadow, but not clearly; I only saw one hand clearly, which seemed to carry a lamp which was lit. He dipped His finger in the lamp and anointed the area of my heart, embittered to the summit by the pain of His  privation. At that moment I heard a voice saying; “The truth is light, which the Word brought upon earth. Just 

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as the sun illuminates, vivifies and fecundates the earth, so does the light of truth give life and light, and it  renders souls fecund with virtues. Even though many clouds obfuscate this light of truth, which are the  iniquities of men, in spite of this, it does not cease to send forth glimmers of vivifying light from behind the  clouds, so as to warm souls. And if these clouds are clouds of imperfection and of involuntary defects, this  light, piercing them with its heat, makes them vanish and it penetrates freely into the soul.”  

I understood that the soul must be attentive not to fall even into a shade of voluntary defects, which are  those dangerous clouds that prevent the entrance of divine light. 

February 13, 1900 

Mortification is like lime. 

This morning, after receiving Communion, I saw my adorable Jesus, but completely changed in His  appearance. He seemed to be serious, all distant, in the act of reproaching me. What a tormenting change! Instead of being relieved, I felt my poor heart more oppressed, more pierced, before such an unusual presence  of Jesus. Yet, I felt all the need for a relief from the pains of His privations suffered in the past days, which  were such that I seemed to be alive, but agonizing and in a continuous state of violence. But blessed Jesus,  wanting to reproach me because I was looking for relief in His presence, while I was to look for nothing but  suffering, told me: “Just as lime has the virtue of cooking the objects which are thrown into it, so does  mortification have the virtue of cooking all the imperfections and defects which are present in the soul. And it  reaches the point of spiritualizing also the body, surrounding it like a circle, and sealing all virtues within it. Until mortification has cooked you well - both the soul and the body, to the point of undoing it - I will not be  able to seal in you, perfectly, the mark of my crucifixion.” 

After this, someone – I can’t really tell who he was, but he seemed to be an Angel – pierced my hands  and feet through, and Jesus, with a lance which came out from His Heart, pierced mine, to my extreme pain. Then He disappeared, leaving me more afflicted than before. Oh, how well I understood the necessity of  mortification, my inseparable friend, and how there was not even a shadow of friendship in me with  mortification! Ah, Lord, bind me Yourself, with indissoluble friendship, to this good friend, because on my  own I can only show myself all coarseness. And she, not seeing herself being welcomed nicely, uses all regards  with me, and keeps sparing me, fearing that I may come to the point of turning my back on her completely. So,  she never accomplishes with me her beautiful and majestic crafting, because as long as we remain a little  distant, her prodigious hands cannot reach me, in order to be able to work me and present me to You as a work  worthy of her most holy hands. 

February 16, 1900 

Mortification must be the breath of the soul. 

It continues almost always in the same way. This morning, after renewing in me the pains of the  crucifixion, He told me: “Mortification must be the breath of the soul. Just as breathing is necessary to the  body, and depending on the air it breathes, whether good or bad, it becomes infected or purified - and also, from  the breathing it can be known whether the interior of man is healthy or ill, and whether all the vital parts are in  harmony - the same for the soul: if she breathes the air of mortification, everything in her will be purified, all of  her senses will sound with the same concordant sound; her interior will emit a balsamic, salutary, fortifying  breath. If then she does not breathe the air of mortification, everything will be discordant in the soul; she will  emit a stinking, disgusting breath; while she is about to tame one passion, another will unbridle… In sum, her  life will be nothing but a child’s game.” 

I seemed to see mortification as a musical instrument: if the strings are all good and strong, it produces  a harmonious and pleasant sound; but if the strings are not good, one must now fix one, now tune another. Therefore, all the time is spent fixing, but never playing; at the most, it will produce a discordant and unpleasant  sound. So, nothing good will ever be accomplished.

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February 19, 1900 

The century of pride. Jesus wants the hearts of souls all for Himself. 

This morning my adorable Jesus came and transported me outside of myself, and I could see many  people, all in motion. I cannot tell with certainty, but there seemed to be a war, or a revolution, and they did  nothing but braid crowns of thorns for Our Lord; so much so, that while I was all intent on removing one, they  would drive a more painful one onto His head. Ah, yes, it really seemed that this century of ours will be  renowned for its pride. The greatest misfortune is to lose one’s head, because once the head with the brain is  lost, all the other members become disabled, or they become one’s own enemies and the enemies of others. So  it happens that the person gives vent to all other vices. My patient Jesus tolerated all those crowns of thorns,  and I hardly had the time to remove them. Then He turned to them and said: “You will die – some in war,  some in jail, and some from earthquakes; only few of you will be left. Pride has formed the course of the  actions of your lives, and pride will give you death.” 

After this, blessed Jesus pulled me away from those people, and as He became a baby, I carried Him in  my arms to let Him rest. Asking me for a refreshment, He wanted to suckle from me; fearing that it might be  the devil, I signed Him with the cross several times, and then I said to Him: ‘If You really are Jesus, let us  recite the Hail Mary to our Queen Mama together.’ And Jesus recited the first part, and I the Holy Mary. Then,  He Himself wanted to recite the Our Father. Oh, how touching His praying was! It was so moving that my  heart seemed to liquefy. Then He added: “Daughter, unlike others, I had my life from the Heart, and this is one  reason why I am all Heart for souls and I am inclined to want the heart, and I tolerate not even a shadow of what  is not mine. So, between you and Me I want everything distinctly for Myself; and that which you will concede  to creatures, will be nothing but the overflow of our love.” 

February 20, 1900 

Jesus is the Lamp of all in Heaven. 

My benign Jesus continues to come. After I received Communion, He renewed in me the pains of the  crucifixion, and I was left so numb that I felt the need for a relief, but I did not dare to ask for it. After a little  while He came back as a baby and He kissed me all over; milk flowed from His lips, and I drank in large gulps  that most sweet milk from His most pure lips. Now, while I was doing this, He told me: “I am the flower of the  Celestial Eden, and the fragrance I spread is such that at my perfume the whole of Heaven remains captivated. 

And since I am the Lamp that sends light to all, so much so, as to keep them immersed in it, all of my Saints  draw their little lamps from Me. So, there is no light in Heaven which has not been drawn from this Lamp.” Ah, yes! There is not even the smell of virtue without Jesus; and even if one went up to the highest heavens,  there is no light without Jesus! 

February 21, 1900  

Purity is obtained through mortification, and mortification renders the soul worthy of sympathy. 

This morning my lovable Jesus began to make His usual delays. May He be always blessed, for He  always starts from the beginning! Indeed it takes the patience of a saint to bear Him; and one would have to  deal with Jesus to see how much patience it takes! One who has not experienced it, cannot believe it, and it is  almost impossible not to have a few huffs with Him. 

Then, after being patient in waiting and waiting for Him, finally He came and told me: “My daughter,  the gift of purity is not a natural gift, but an attained grace; and it is obtained by rendering oneself worthy of  sympathy. The soul becomes so through mortifications and through sufferings. Oh, how worthy of sympathy  becomes the mortified and suffering soul! Oh, how striking she is! And I feel such sympathy as to go mad for  her, and whatever she wants, I give to her. When you are deprived of Me, suffer my privation for love of Me,  which is the most painful suffering for you, and I will feel more sympathy than before, and will grant you new gifts.”

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February 23, 1900 

The sign to know whether a state is Will of God. 

This morning, after I had almost lost the hope that blessed Jesus would come, all of a sudden He came  and renewed in me the pains of the crucifixion; and He told me: “The time has come, the end is approaching,  but the hour is uncertain.” And I, without paying attention to the meaning of the words He spoke, remained in  doubt about whether I should apply them to my complete crucifixion or to the chastisements. So I said to Him: 

‘Lord, how I fear that my state may not be Will of God!’ And He: “The surest sign in order to know whether a  state is my Will is when one feels the strength to sustain that state.” And I: ‘If it were your Will, this change - that You do not come as before - would not happen.’ 

And He: “When a person becomes intimate with a family, one no longer uses those formalities, those  regards which were used before, when he was a stranger. So I do. But nevertheless, this is not a sign that it is  not the will of that family to have that person with them, or that they no longer love him as before. Therefore,  be at peace, let Me do - do not want to rack your brains or trouble the peace of your heart. At the appropriate  time you will know my working.” 

February 24, 1900 

Luisa resists obedience. 

This morning I was all fear; I believed that everything was fantasy – that is, the devil wanting to deceive  me. So, whatever I would see, I would despise and I would be displeased. I saw the confessor placing the  intention that Jesus would renew in me the pains of the crucifixion, and I tried to resist. At first blessed Jesus  tolerated me, but since the confessor kept repeating the intention, Jesus told me: “My daughter, this time we are  really going to fail the obedience. Don’t you know that obedience must seal the soul, and that obedience must  render the soul like soft wax, in such a way that the confessor may give to it the shape he wants?” So, heedless  of my resistances, He shared with me the pains of the crucifixion; and I, no longer able to resist all this, which I  did not want for fear that it might not be Jesus, was forced to succumb under the weight of the pains. May He  be always blessed, and may everything be for His glory, in everything and always. 

February 26, 1900  

The Divine Will is the beatitude of all. 

After going through several days of privation – at most, He would come sometimes like a shadow, and  would run away – I felt such pain that I consumed myself with tears. Having compassion for my sorrow,  blessed Jesus came, and He looked and looked at me again; then He said to me: “My daughter, do not fear for I  do not leave you. However, when you are without my presence I do not want you to lose heart, but rather, from  today on, when you are deprived of Me, I want you to take my Will and to delight in It, loving Me and  glorifying Me in my Will, and holding my Will as if It were my very Person. By doing so, you will keep Me in  your very hands. What forms the beatitude of Paradise? Certainly my Divinity. Now, what would form the  beatitude of my dear ones on earth? With certainty, my Will. My Will can never escape you; you will always  have It in your possession, and if you remain in the circle of my Will, there you will experience the joys most  ineffable and the pleasures most pure. By never going out of the circle of my Will, the soul becomes noble,  divinized, and all of her operations reverberate in the center of the divine Sun, just as the sun’s rays reverberate  on the surface of the earth – not one of them goes out of their center, which is God. The soul who does my Will  is alone the noble queen who nourishes herself from my breath, because she takes her food and her drinks from  no place but my Will, and by nourishing herself from my Will all Holy, a most pure blood will flow in her  veins, and her breath will spread a fragrant perfume, which will cheer the whole of Me, because it is produced  by my very breath. Therefore, I want nothing else from you but that you form your beatitude in the circle of my Will, without ever going out of It, not even for a brief instant.”

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While He was saying this, I felt an alarm and a fear in my interior, that the speaking of Jesus might  indicate that He was not going to come, and that I was to find peace in His Will. Oh God, what a mortal pain! What grips in my heart! But Jesus, always benign, added: “How can I leave you since you are victim? When  you cease to be victim, only then will I not come; but as long as you are victim I will always feel drawn to  come.” 

So it seems I have remained at peace, but I feel as though surrounded by the adorable Will of God, in  such a way that I find no opening through which to go out. I hope He will always keep me in this circle that  connects me completely in God. 

February 27, 1900 

The Divine Will binds Jesus to the soul. The great evil of murmuring. 

Having abandoned all of myself in the lovable Will of Our Lord, I saw myself surrounded completely by  my sweet Jesus, inside and out. By having abandoned myself in Him, I saw myself as if my being had become  transparent, and wherever I turned, I could see my highest Good. But that which amazed me was that while I  saw myself surrounded by Jesus inside and out, so was I, my poor being, my will, surrounding Jesus as though  within a circle, in such a way that He would not be able to find an opening to go out, because my will, united to  His, kept Him chained, without any possibility that He might escape me. Oh admirable secret of the Will of my  Lord – indescribable is Your happiness! 

Now, while I was in this state, blessed Jesus told me; “My daughter, in the soul who is completely  transformed in my Volition I find sweet rest. Her soul becomes for Me like those soft objects which cause no  bother to someone who wants to rest; on the contrary, be they even tired and suffering people, the softness and  the pleasure they receive in resting over those objects is such that, when they wake up, they find themselves  strong and healthy. Such is for Me the soul who is conformed to my Will; and I, as recompense, let Myself be  bound by her will and I make the Divine Sun shine in her as in the full midday.” Having said this, He  disappeared. 

Then, later, after I received Communion He came back and transported me outside of myself. I could  see many people, and Jesus told me: “Tell them, tell them that great is the evil they do by murmuring about one  another. They draw my indignation, and with justice, because I see that while they are subject to the same  miseries and weaknesses, they do nothing but raise tribunals against one another. If they do this among  themselves, what should I, who am pure and holy, do with them? According to the charity which they exercise  toward one another, so do I feel drawn to use mercy with them.” Jesus was saying this to me, and I repeated it  to those people; and then we withdrew. 

March 2, 1900 

The union of wills is that which most binds the soul to Jesus. 

This morning, after I received Holy Communion, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen crucified, and I felt  drawn interiorly to reflect myself in Him, to be able to become like Him, and Jesus reflected Himself in me, to  draw me to His likeness. While doing this, I felt the pains of my crucified Lord being infused in me, and with  all goodness He told me: “I want suffering to be your nourishment, not only as suffering, but as the fruit of my  Will. The most sincere kiss which binds our friendship more tightly is the union of our wills, and the  indissoluble bond that will clasp us in continuous embraces will be the continuous suffering.” 

While He was saying this, blessed Jesus unnailed Himself, took His cross and laid it in the interior of my  body, and I too was so stretched as to feel my bones being dislocated. Moreover, a hand, but I cannot tell with  certainty whose it was, pierced my hands and feet through. Jesus, who was seated on the cross which lay in my  interior, was all pleased with my suffering and with the one who was piercing my hands, and He added: “Now I  can rest in tranquillity, I do not even have to take the trouble to crucify you, because obedience wants to do  everything herself, and I leave you freely in the hands of obedience.” And moving quickly from upon the cross, 

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He placed Himself upon my heart to rest. Who can say in how much suffering I remained, being in that  position? After I remained like this for a long time, Jesus would not bother relieving me as the other times, so  as to let me return to my natural state. I could no longer see that hand which had put me on the cross; I said this  to Jesus, and He replied: “Who put you on the cross? Did I perhaps do it? It was obedience, and obedience  must remove you from it.” It seems that this time He wanted to joke, and by His highest grace I obtained that  blessed Jesus would free me. 

March 7, 1900 

The soul who is conformed to the Divine Will binds God. 

This morning, finding myself outside of myself, I had to go round and round to find my blessed Jesus. Fortunately I entered into a church and I found Him on an altar where the Divine Sacrifice was being  celebrated. Immediately I ran to Him and I embraced Him, telling Him: ‘Finally I have found You! You made  me go round so much to the point of tiring myself, and You were here.’ 

And He, looking me at me with seriousness, not with the usual benignity, told me: “This morning I feel  very embittered, and I feel the full necessity to lay hand to chastisements to free Myself of this load.” And I,  immediately: ‘My dear, it is nothing, we will remedy it quickly; You will pour your bitternesses into me and so  You will be relieved of this load, isn’t it true?’ And He, condescending to my words, poured His bitternesses  into me. Then, afterwards, clasping all of me to Himself, as if He had freed Himself of a heavy weight, He  added: “The soul who is conformed to my Will knows how to infiltrate herself so much into my power as to  reach the point of binding Me completely, and to her liking she disarms Me as she wants. Ah, you, you – how  many times you bind Me!” And while saying this, He assumed His usual sweet and benign appearance. 

March 9, 1900 

Grace is like the sun. 

As I was a little disturbed because of something which it is not necessary to say here, my mind wanted  to go wandering about, so as to be assured about my disturbance and so remain at peace. But blessed Jesus,  wanting to contradict my will, prevented me from seeing what I wanted; and since I insisted in wanting to see,  He told me: “Why do you want to go wandering about? Don’t you know that one who goes out of my Will  goes out of the light and confines himself into darkness?” And almost wanting to distract me from what I  wanted, He transported me outside of myself, and changing the subject He added: “Take a look at how  ungrateful men are to Me. The light of the sun fills the whole earth, from one end to another, in such a way that  there is no land which does not enjoy the benefit of its light, and there is no one who can complain about being  without its beneficial influence. In fact, investing the whole universe, the sun takes it as though in hand to be  able to give light to all. Only one who, escaping from its hand, goes to hide in dark places can complain of not  enjoying its light; and yet, continuing its charitable office, the sun does not cease to send him a few glimmers of  light through its fingers. So is my Grace, an image of the sun, which inundates the people everywhere: poor  and rich, ignorant and learned, Christians and unbelievers - no one, no one can say he is without it, because the  light of truth and the influence of my Grace fill the earth, more than the sun in its full midday. 

But what pain is mine in seeing people who, passing through this light with their eyes closed and  confronting my Grace with the pestilent torrent of their iniquities, deviate from this light and live voluntarily in  dark places, in the midst of cruel enemies? They are exposed to a thousand dangers, because, not having light,  they cannot know clearly whether they are in the midst of friends or enemies, and therefore shun the dangers  that surround them. 

Ah, if the sun had reason and men were able to give this affront to its light, and some of them, to irritate  its light and not to see it, reached such ingratitude as to pluck their eyes out so as to be more sure of living in  darkness – ah!, instead of sending light, the sun would send laments and cries of sorrow, such as to turn all  nature upside down! Yet, that which one would have horror in doing to natural light, men reach such excess as  to do to my Grace, treating it in this way. But my Grace, always benign with them, in the midst of darkness 

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itself and of the madness of their blindness, always sends glimmers of light, because my Grace never leaves  anyone. It is man who voluntarily goes out of it, and Grace, not having him within itself, tries to follow him  with glimmers of its light.” 

While saying this, sweet Jesus was extremely afflicted, and I did as much as I could to console Him,  praying Him to pour His bitternesses into me. And He added: “Bear with Me if I am a cause of affliction for  you, because once in a while I feel all the necessity, with my beloved souls, to pour out my pain in words for the  ingratitude of men, so as to move their hearts to repair for such an excess, and to compassion for men  themselves.” And I: ‘Lord, what I would like is that You do not spare me the sharing in your pains.’ And as I  tried to say some more, He disappeared from me and I returned into myself. 

March 10, 1900 

Effects of suffering and of obedience. 

This morning, having received Holy Communion, I saw my dear Jesus as a Child with a lance in His  hand, in the act of wanting to pierce my heart through; and since I had said something to the confessor, wanting  to reproach me, Jesus told me: “You want to shun suffering, and I want you to begin a new life of sufferings  and of obedience.” And while saying this, He pierced my heart through with the lance, and then He added: 

“Just as the fire burns according to the wood that is placed in it, thus being more active in burning and  consuming the objects that are thrown into it, and the greater the fire, the greater the heat and the light it  contains – the same with suffering and obedience: the greater they are, the more the soul becomes capable of  destroying what is material, and obedience gives her the shape it wants, like soft wax.” 

March 11, 1900 

Encounter with a soul in Purgatory. 

It continues almost always in the same way. This morning I saw good Jesus more afflicted than usual,  threatening a great mortality of people, and I saw that in certain towns many were dying. Then I passed by  Purgatory, and as I recognized a late friend of mine, I questioned her about various things regarding my state,  especially whether my state is Will of God, and whether it is true that it is Jesus who comes, or the devil. So I  said to her: “Since you are present before the Truth and you know things with clarity, with no possibility of  deceiving yourself, you can tell me the truth about my things.’ 

And she said to me: “Do not fear, your state is Will of God, and Jesus loves you very much - this is why  He is pleased to manifest Himself to you.” And I, proposing some of my doubts to her, prayed her to be so kind  as to see before the light of truth whether they were true or false, and to do me the charity to come and let me  know; and if she did that, as recompense I would have a Mass celebrated in her suffrage. And she added: “If  the Lord wants it, because we are so immersed in God that we cannot even flutter our eyelashes if we do not  have His concourse. We dwell in God just like a person who dwelled in another body, who can think, speak,  look, work, walk, insofar as it is allowed to him by that body which surrounds him on the outside. In fact, for  us it is not like for you, who exercise your free volition, your own will; for us every will has ceased, our will is  only the Will of God – from It we live, in It we find all our contentment, and It forms all our good and our  glory.” And as she was showing an unspeakable contentment for this Will of God, we separated. 

March 14, 1900 

How to draw souls to Catholicism. 

Since the confessor had given me the obedience to pray to the Lord that He would manifest to me what  should be done in order to draw souls to Catholicism and to remove so much unbelief, I prayed for several days,  and the Lord would not deign to manifest Himself on this point. Finally, this morning I found myself outside of  myself, transported into a garden which seemed to be the garden of the Church, and in it there were many  priests and other dignities, who were discussing this topic. While they were discussing, a dog of enormous size 

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and strength came out, and the majority of them were so scared and exhausted as to let themselves be bitten by  that beast, and then they would withdraw like cowards from the enterprise. That fierce dog had no strength to  bite only those who had Jesus in their hearts as their center, who would thus form the center of all of their  actions, thoughts and desires. Ah, yes, Jesus formed a seal for these people, and that beast would become so  weak as to have not even the strength to breathe. 

Now, while they were discussing, I heard Jesus behind my shoulders saying: “All other societies know  who belongs to their party, only my Church does not know who Her children are. The first step is to know who  those are who belong to Her, and these you can know by establishing a reunion one day, to which you will  invite them, so that who is Catholic should convene to the appointed place for this reunion; and there, with the  help of the lay Catholics, they should decide what it is advisable to do. The second step is to oblige to  confession those Catholics who convene, which is the most important thing that renews man and forms the true  Catholics. And this, not only for those who are present, but they should oblige the leaders to oblige their  subjects to confession; and if they do not succeed with gentle manners, they should dismiss them from their  service. Once each priest has formed the body of his Catholics, then will they be able to advance to superior  steps. In fact, recognizing the opportunity of the moment, the way to penetrate into other parties, and the  prudence in exposing themselves, is like the pruning of trees, which makes them produce large and mature  fruits. But if the tree is not pruned, it does make, yes, a beautiful display of leaves and of flowers, but as soon  as a frost comes, or a wind blows, since the tree does not have enough sap and strength to sustain so many  flowers in order to change them into fruits, the flowers fall off, and the tree remains stripped. The same  happens in the things of religion: first you must form a suitable body of Catholics, so as to be able to confront  the other parties, and then you can come to penetrating into the other parties to form one single party.” 

After He said this, I did not hear Him any more, and without even seeing Him, I found myself inside  myself. Who can say my pain at not having seen blessed Jesus for the whole day, and the tears I had to shed? 

March 15, 1900 

Jesus feels disarmed by the victim souls. 

Since He continued not to come, I was consumed with sorrow and I felt such a fever as to become  delirious. Now, since the confessor came to celebrate the Divine Sacrifice, I received Communion, but I could  not see my dear Jesus as usual, so I began to speak my nonsense: “Tell me, my Good, why do You not make  Yourself seen? This time it seems to me that I have given You no occasion to withdraw! How can You just  leave me like this? Ah, not even the friends of this earth act in this way! When they have to be apart, at least  they say good bye to each other - and You? You say not even good bye to me? How can it be? Is this the way  to behave? Forgive me if I speak in this way, it is the fever that makes me delirious, and makes me reach  folly.’ Who can say all the nonsense I spoke to Him? It would be like wanting to waste time. 

Now, while I was raving and crying, Jesus showed now one hand, now one arm. Then I saw the  confessor giving me the obedience to suffer the crucifixion, and Jesus, as though forced by obedience, made  Himself seen, and immediately I said to Him: ‘Why were You not letting Yourself be seen?’ And He, showing  a serious appearance, said: “It is nothing, it is nothing… It is that I want to chastise the earth, and if I am in  good relations even with one creature, I feel disarmed and I have no strength to lay hand to the chastisements,  because when I make Myself seen, if you see that I have to send chastisements, you begin to say: ‘Pour them  into me – make me suffer’; and I feel conquered by you, so I never lay hand to the chastisements, and men do  nothing but grow bolder.” 

Now, as the confessor continued to repeat the obedience of making me suffer the crucifixion, Jesus  showed Himself slow in letting me do this obedience, not like the other times in which He immediately wanted  me to submit myself. He said to me: “And you, what do you want to do?” And I: ‘Lord, whatever You want.’ So, turning to the confessor with a serious aspect, He said to him: “You too want to bind Me by giving her this  obedience to suffer?” And while saying this, He began to share the pains of the cross with me. Then, showing  Himself appeased, He poured His bitternesses, and then He added: “Where is the confessor?” And I: ‘Lord, I 

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don’t know where he went; indeed I don’t see him with us any more.’ And He: “I want Him, because just as he  refreshed Me, I want to refresh him.” 

March 17, 1900 

Sorrow of the Pope. Humility. 

This morning blessed Jesus made me see the Holy Father with open wings, going in search of his children in order to gather them under his wings; and I could hear his laments, saying: “My children, my  children, how many times have I tried to gather you under my wings - and you escape me! O please! Listen to  my moans, and have compassion for my sorrow!” And while saying this, he cried bitterly. It seemed that it was  not only the secular that were moving away from the Pope, but also priests, and these gave greater sorrow to the  Holy Father. How pitiful it was to see the Pope in this position! After this, I saw Jesus who echoed the laments  of the Holy Father, and added: “Few are those who have remained faithful, and these few live like foxes  withdrawn inside their dens. They are afraid to expose themselves in order to pull their children away from the  mouths of the wolves. They speak, they propose, but those are all words thrown to the wind – they never come  to deeds.” Having said this, He disappeared. 

After a little while He came back. I felt all annihilated within myself in the presence of Jesus, and He,  seeing me annihilated, told me: “My daughter, the more you lower yourself within yourself, the more I feel  drawn to lower Myself toward you, and to fill you with my grace. Here is how humility is bearer of light.” 

March 20, 1900 

Jesus is forced to chastise, and the victim soul tries to placate Him.  

Having received Communion, I saw my sweet Jesus inviting me to go out with Him, on the condition,  however, that if I was to go with Him, wherever I would see that Jesus was forced to send chastisements  because of sins, I should not oppose Him so that He would not send them. With this condition we went out,  going round the earth. At first I began to see areas, not too far from us, which were all withered, especially at  certain points; so, turning to Him I said: ‘Lord, how can these poor people go on if they lack the food to  nourish themselves? O please! You can do anything – just as You made it wither, make it become green  again.’ And since He had the crown of thorns, I stretched out my hand, telling Him: ‘My Good, what have  these people done to You? Did they perhaps put this crown of thorns on You? Well then, give it to me, so You  will be placated, and will give them food so as not to let them perish.” And removing it from Him, I pressed it  onto my head. 

While I was doing this, Jesus told me: “It shows that I cannot take you with me, because taking you and  being unable to do anything is the same.” And I: ‘Lord, I have not done anything; forgive me if You know that  I have done evil, but, O please! take me with You!’ And He: “Your way of acting binds Me everywhere.” And  I: ‘I am not the one who does this, it is You Yourself who make me operate in this way, because in being with  You, I see that all things are Yours, and if I did not care about your things, it seems to me that I would not care  about You Yourself. Therefore, You must forgive me if I act in this way, because I do it for love of You, and  You must not drive me away because of this.’ 

So we continued to go around. I did as much as I could not to tell Him anything at certain points so that  He would not chastise, in order not to give Him any occasion to make me withdraw and lose His lovable  presence. But where I could not, I would begin to oppose Him. We arrived at some place in Italy where they  were making a plot which was to cause a great disorder, but I did not understand what it was, because as I began  to say, ‘Lord, do not allow this – poor people! How shall they go on?’ - seeing that I insisted and wanted to  prevent Him, Jesus told me with authority: “Withdraw! Withdraw!” And removing a belt of nails and pins  which He wore, sunken inside His flesh, and which made Him suffer very much, He added: “Withdraw and  take this belt with you, for you will give Me great relief.” And I: ‘Yes, I will put it on myself in your place, but  let me be with You.’ And He: “No - withdraw!” And He said this with such authority that, unable to resist, in  one instant I found myself inside myself, and I was unable to understand what that plot was about.

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March 25, 1900 

The Incarnate Word is like Sun for souls. 

This morning my adorable Jesus, in the act of coming, told me: “Just as the sun is the light of the world,  so did the Word of God, in incarnating Himself, become the light of souls. And just as the material sun gives  light in general and to each one in particular, so much so, that each one can enjoy it as if it were his own, in the  same way, the Word, while giving light in general, is Sun for each one in particular; so much so, that each one  can have this Divine Sun as if It were for himself alone.” 

Who can say what I understood about this light and the beneficial effects that abound in souls who keep  this Sun as if It were their own? It seemed to me that, by possessing this light, the soul dispels darkness, just as  the material sun, by rising over our horizon, dispels the darkness of the night. If the soul is cold, this Divine  Light warms her; if she is naked of virtues, It fecundates her; if she is inundated by the pestilent disease of  lukewarmness, with Its heat It absorbs that bad humor. In a word, so as not to be too long, this Divine Sun,  introducing her into the center of Its sphere, covers the soul with all Its rays and reaches the point of  transforming the soul into Its very light. 

After this, since I was feeling all weary, wanting to refresh me, Jesus told me: “This morning I want to  delight in you.” And He began to make His usual loving stratagems. 

April 1, 1900 

Passions changed into virtues. 

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

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

April 2, 1900 

Jesus judges according to the will with which one operates. 

This morning I had to suffer very much because of the absence of my dear Jesus; however, He repaid  my pains by granting a desire of mine, of wanting to know something which I had been yearning for, for a long  time. Then, I went round and round in search of Jesus; now I would call Him with prayer, now with tears, now  with singing - who knows whether He might be wounded by my voice and so let Himself be found; but it was  all in vain. I repeated my moans; I asked about Him to whomever I found. Finally, when my heart felt it was  dying and could take no more, I found Him. But I could see Him from the back, and remembering about a  resistance I made to Him, which I will write in the book of the confessor, I asked for His forgiveness; so it  seems we placed ourselves in accord; so much so, that He Himself asked me what I wanted. And I said to  Him: ‘Be pleased to let me know your Will about my state, especially what I must do when I find myself with  little sufferings and You do not come; and if You do come, it is almost like a shadow. So, not seeing You, I feel my senses present within me, and finding myself in this state, I feel as if I were adding something of my own  and as if it were not necessary to wait for the coming of the confessor in order to go out of that state.’ 

And Jesus: “Whether you suffer or not, whether I come or not, your state is always of victim; more so,  since this is my Will and yours, and I judge not according to the works that one does, but according to the will 

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with which one operates.” And I: ‘My Lord, it is fine as You say, but it seems to me that I am useless and that  much time is wasted, and I feel a bother, a fear… And then, having the confessor come torments my soul, for it  may not be your Will.’ And He: “Do you think it is a sin to have the confessor come?” And I: ‘No, but I fear  it is not your Will.’ And He: “It is sin that you must shun - even the shadow of it, but about the rest you must  have no concern.” And I: ‘If it were not your Will, why remain there?’ And He: “Ah, it seems that my  daughter wants to escape the state of victim, doesn’t she?” And I, all blushing, said: ‘No, Lord, I am saying  this for those times in which You do not let me suffer and do not come; after all, let me suffer, and I will have  no concerns.’ 

And Jesus: “To Me it seems that you want to escape. Besides, do you know when I intend to come and  communicate my pains to you, whether at the first, the second, the third or even the last hour? So, by  distracting yourself from Me and trying to go out, you occupy yourself with something else, and when I come I  will not find you prepared, and will turn around and go somewhere else.” And I, all frightened: ‘May this  never be, oh Lord! I want to know nothing but your Most Holy Will.’ And He: “Remain calm and wait for the  confessor.” Having said this, He disappeared. 

It seems I feel relieved of a heavy weight by this speaking of Jesus, but in spite of this, the sorrowful  pain of when Jesus deprives me of Himself has not decreased in me. 

April 9, 1900 

Abandonment in God. 

This morning, having received Communion, I was in a sea of bitternesses for I did not see my highest  Good, Jesus. I felt all of my interior alarmed when, in one instant, He made Himself seen and told me, almost  reproaching me: “Don’t you know that not abandoning oneself in Me is wanting to usurp the rights of my  Divinity, giving Me a great affront? Therefore, abandon yourself, calm all your interior in Me, and you will  find peace; and in finding peace, you will find Me.” Having said this, He disappeared like a flash, without  letting Himself be seen any more. Ah! Lord, keep me, Yourself, all abandoned and well clasped in your arms,  so that I may never escape; otherwise I will always make my little escapes! 

April 10,1900 

The desire to see Jesus draws Him to the soul. 

Blessed Jesus continues not to come. Oh God, what an unspeakable pain His privation is! I tried as  much as I could to remain at peace and all abandoned in Him, but – no!… my poor heart could take no more. I  did as much as I could to calm it, saying: ‘My heart, let us wait a little longer; who knows - He might come. Let us use some stratagems to draw Him to come.’ So, turning to Him, I said: “Lord, come, it is getting late  and You have not come yet? This morning I am trying to remain calm as much as I can; yet, You do not let  Yourself be found? Lord, I offer You the martyrdom of your privation as a proof of love, and as a gift to induce  You to come. It is true that I am not worthy, but it is not because I am worthy that I look for You; rather, I do it  out of love, and because without You I feel life missing in me.’ And since He was not coming, I said to Him: ‘Lord, either You come, or I will tire You with my speaking; and when You are tired… even then You are not  going to come?’ But who can say all my nonsense? I told Him so many things that I would be too long if I  wanted to say everything. 

After this, I just barely saw my sweet Jesus moving in my interior, as if He were waking up from a  sleep. Then He showed Himself more clearly, and transporting me outside of myself, He told me: “Just as the  bird flaps its wings when it must fly, so does the soul flap the wings of humility at the flights of her desires, and  in that flapping she sends a magnet that attracts Me, in such a way that while she takes wing to come to Me, I  take wing to go to her.” Ah, Lord, it shows that I lack the magnet of humility! If I could spread the magnet of  humility everywhere on my path, I would not have to struggle so much in waiting and waiting for your coming!

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April 16, 1900 

The three signatures on the passport to enter beatitude on earth. Plot against the Church. 

After I went through bitter days of privation and of reproaches of blessed Jesus because of my  ingratitude and resistance to His Will and to His graces, this morning, upon coming, He told me: “My daughter,  the passport to enter beatitude, which the soul can possess on this earth, must be signed with three signatures,  and these are resignation, humility and obedience. 

Perfect resignation to my Will is wax which melts our wills and forms a single one; it is sugar and  honey. However, at a small resistance to my Will, the wax separates, the sugar becomes bitter, and the honey  turns into poison. 

Now, it is not sufficient to be resigned, but the soul must be convinced that the greatest good for herself  and the best way to glorify Me is to always do my Will. Here is the necessity of the signature of humility,  because humility produces this knowledge. 

But who ennobles these two virtues? Who fortifies them; who renders them persevering; who chains  them together in such a way that they cannot separate; who crowns them? Obedience. Ah, yes, completely  destroying one’s will and everything which is material, obedience spiritualizes everything, and like a crown,  places itself around them. So, resignation and humility without obedience are subject to instability, but with  obedience they will be fixed and stable. Here is the strict necessity of the signature of obedience: so that this  passport may circulate in order to pass into the reign of spiritual beatitude, which the soul can enjoy down here. 

Without these three signatures, the passport will have no value, and the soul will be rejected by the reign of  beatitude, and will be forced to remain in the reign of restlessness, of fears and of dangers; and to her  misfortune, she will have her own self as god, and this self will have the cortege of pride and of rebellion.” 

After this, He carried me outside of myself, into a garden, which seemed to be the garden of the Church. There I saw five or six people, priests and secular, who were going astray, and uniting with the enemies of the  Church, started a revolution. How pitiful it was to see blessed Jesus crying over the sad state of these people! Then I looked in the air and I saw a cloud of water, full of large pieces of ice falling upon the earth. What a  disaster they caused upon harvests and upon humanity! But I hope that He will calm down. Then, more  afflicted than before, I came back into myself. 

April 20, 1900 

The Cross gives us the features and the likeness of Jesus. 

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. 

April 21, 1900  

More than Sacrament, the Cross seals God in the soul.

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As I was in my usual state, or rather, with a little bit of concern about something which it is not  necessary to say here, my sweet Jesus, on coming, told me: “…And they are sacred vessels, and every once in a  while it is necessary to dust them off. Your bodies are as many sacred vessels, in which I make my dwelling,  therefore it is necessary that I do some little dusting every now and then – that is, that I visit them with some  tribulation, so that I may remain in them with more decorum. Therefore, be calm.” 

Later, after I received Communion, having renewed in me the pains of the crucifixion, He added: “My  daughter, how precious is the cross! See now: in giving Itself to the soul, the Sacrament of my Body unites her  with Me, It transforms her, to the point that she becomes one with Me. But as the species are consumed, the  union, truly established, ceases. Not with the cross. The cross takes God and unites Him with the soul forever,  and It places Itself more surely as a seal. Therefore, the cross seals God in the soul, in such a way that there is  never separation between God and the crucified soul.” 

April 23, 1900 

Resignation is oil that salves. 

This morning, finding myself outside of myself, I saw my sweet Jesus suffering very much, and I prayed  Him to share His pains with me; and He said to me: “You too suffer. Rather, I will take your place and You  will do for me the office of a nurse.” So it seemed that Jesus placed Himself in my bed, and I, beside Him,  began to check His head, removing the thorns which were driven into it one by one. Then I moved on to His  body and I visited all His wounds; I dried up the blood, I kissed them, but I had nothing with which to salve  them so as to mitigate the spasm, when I saw that oil was coming out from me. I took it and I salved the  wounds of Jesus, but with some concern, as I did not understand what the meaning was of that oil coming out  from me.  

But blessed Jesus made me understand that resignation to the Divine Will is oil which, while salving and  mitigating our pains, salves and mitigates the spasm of the wounds of Jesus at the same time. Then, after  performing this office for my dear Jesus for quite some time, He disappeared and I came back into myself. 

April 24, 1900 

The Eucharist and suffering. 

This morning, having received Communion, it seemed to me that the confessor was placing the intention  of making me suffer the crucifixion, and at that very instant I saw my guardian Angel who laid me on the cross  to make me suffer. After this, I saw my sweet Jesus who compassionated me and told me: “I am your  refreshment, and my refreshment is your suffering.” And He showed an unspeakable contentment for my  suffering, and for the confessor who, by means of the obedience to suffer which he had given me, had procured  this relief for Him. Then He added: “Since the Sacrament of the Eucharist is the fruit of the cross, I feel more  disposed to concede suffering to you when you receive my Body. In fact, in seeing you suffer, it seems to Me  that I continue my passion for the good of souls - not mystically, but really; and this is a great relief for Me,  because I collect the true fruit of my Cross and of the Eucharist.” 

After this, He said: “Up until now it was obedience that made you suffer; do you want me to amuse  Myself a little by renewing again in you the crucifixion with my own hands?” And I, though I felt great  suffering and, still fresh, the pains of the cross which had been renewed in me, said: ‘Lord, I am in your hands,  do with me whatever You want.’ So, all content, Jesus again began to drive the nails into my hands and feet. I  felt such intensity of pain that I myself do not know how I remained alive, but I was content because I was  making Jesus content. Then, after He bent the nails, placing Himself near me, He began to say: “How beautiful  you are! But how much more does your beauty grow in your suffering! Oh, how dear you are to Me! My eyes  are wounded in looking at you, because they see my very image in you.” And He said many other things, which  it would be useless to repeat – first, because I am bad; second, because not seeing myself as the Lord tells me, I  feel confusion and blushing in saying these things. But I hope that the Lord will make me truly good and  beautiful; and then, as my blushing would fade, I will be able to describe them. So I stop here.

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April 25, 1900 

Purity in operating is light. 

As I was in my usual state and not finding my sweet Jesus, I had to go around very much to go in search  of Him. Finally I found Him in the arms of the Queen Mama, suckling milk from Her breasts. As much as I  said and did, He did not seem to pay attention to me; or rather, He did not even look at me. Who can say the  pain of my poor heart, in seeing that Jesus was not paying attention to me? Then, after I gave vent to my tears,  having compassion for me, He came into my arms and poured from His mouth a little bit of that milk which He  had suckled from the Queen Mama. 

After this, I looked into His breast, and He had a little pearl, so refulgent as to invest the most holy  Humanity of Our Lord with light. Wanting to know the meaning of it, I asked Jesus what that pearl was, which,  while appearing so small, spread so much light. And Jesus: “It is the purity of your suffering which, though  small, is the cause of so much light, because you suffer only for love of Me and would be ready to suffer more  if I conceded it to you. My daughter, purity in operating is so great, that one who operates with the sole purpose  of pleasing Me alone, does nothing other than spread light from all of his operating. One who does not operate  in an upright way, even in good, does nothing other than spread darkness.” Then I looked into the breast of Our  Lord, and He had a most clear mirror, and it seemed that those who walked in an upright way remained  completely absorbed in that mirror, while those who did not, remained outside, without being able to receive  any imprint of the image of blessed Jesus. Ah, Lord, keep me all absorbed in this divine mirror, that I may have  no other shade of intention in my operating. 

May 1, 1900  

The Eucharist and the Cross. Suffering is not to be feared. 

After I received Communion, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen all affability; and as it seemed that the  confessor was placing the intention of the crucifixion, my nature felt almost a repugnance to submit itself. My  sweet Jesus, to cheer me, told me: “My daughter, if the Eucharist is the deposit of the future glory, the cross is  the disbursement with which to purchase it. If the Eucharist is the seed which prevents corruption – like those  aromatic herbs that prevent decomposition when applied to cadavers – and gives immortality to soul and body,  the cross embellishes and is so powerful that if debts have been contracted, it becomes their guarantor, and it  more surely obtains the restitution of the debt’s deed. And after it has satisfied every debt, it forms for the soul  the most refulgent throne in the future glory. Ah, yes, the cross and the Eucharist alternate, and one operates  more powerfully than the other.” 

Then He added: “The cross is my flowery bed, not because I did not suffer harrowing spasms, but  because by means of the cross I delivered many souls to grace, and I could see many beautiful flowers bloom,  which would produce many celestial fruits. So, in seeing so much good, I held that bed of suffering as my  delight, and I delighted in the cross and in suffering. You too, my daughter - take pains as delights, and delight  in being crucified on my cross. No, no, I do not want you to fear suffering, almost wanting to act as a sluggard. 

Up, courage! Be brave and, on your own, expose yourself to suffering.” 

As He was saying this, I saw my good guardian Angel ready to crucify me; I stretched out my arms on  my own, and the Angel crucified me. Oh, how good Jesus delighted in my suffering! And how content I was,  that such a miserable soul could give pleasure to Jesus! It seemed a great honor for me to suffer for love of  Him. 

May 3, 1900 

The Feast of the Cross in Heaven. 

This morning I found myself outside of myself, and I saw all of Heaven studded with crosses – some  small, some large, some medium; some which were larger, emanated more splendor. It was a most sweet 

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enchantment to see so many crosses adorning the firmament, more refulgent than suns. Then, it seemed that  Heaven opened, and one could see and hear the feast that the Blessed were making for the cross. Those who  had suffered more were celebrated more on this day. One could distinguish in a special way the martyrs and  those who had suffered in a hidden way. Oh, how esteemed were the cross and those who had suffered more, in  that blessed dwelling! 

As I was seeing this, a voice resounded throughout the whole of Heaven, saying: “If the Lord did not  send the crosses upon the earth, He would be like a father who has no love for his own children - who wants to  see them poor and dishonored, instead of honored and rich.” 

The rest that I saw during this feast I have no words to describe. I can feel it within me, but I am unable  to express it; so I remain silent. 

May 9, 1900 

Luisa sees the mystery of the Most Holy Trinity in the form of three Suns. 

After I had gone through days not only of privation, but also of disturbance, this morning, as I was yet  more disturbed about my miserable state, adorable Jesus, on coming, told me: “By being restless, you have  disturbed my sweet rest. Ah, yes, you do not let Me rest any more!” Who can say how mortified I was left in  hearing that I had deprived Jesus Christ of rest? In spite of this, I calmed down for a few hours, but then I found  myself more restless than before, to the point that I myself do not where I will end up this time. 

After those few words spoken by Jesus, I found myself outside of myself, and in looking into the vault  of the heavens, I saw three Suns: one seemed to set in the east, another in the west, and the third in the south. The splendor of the rays that they sent forth was so great that they united with one another, in such a way as to  become one. I seemed to see the mystery of the Most Holy Trinity, and man, formed with the three powers in  Its image. I also understood that for one who stayed in that light, his will would be transformed in the Father,  his intellect in the Son, his memory in the Holy Spirit. How many things I understood! But I am unable to  manifest them. 

May 13, 1900 

The weight of the privation of Jesus. 

I continue in the same state, and maybe even worse, though I do as much as I can to remain peaceful,  without getting disturbed, because so obedience wants. But in spite of this I do not cease to feel the weight of  the abandonment that presses upon me and reaches the point of crushing me. Oh, God, what state is this? Tell  me at least: where have I offended You? What is the cause of it? Ah, Lord, if You want to continue this way, I  think I will not be able to endure any more! 

Then, He made Himself seen for just a little, and placing a hand under my chin in the act of  compassionating me, told me: “Poor daughter, how you have reduced yourself!” And sharing His pains with  me, He disappeared like lightning, leaving me more afflicted than before, as if He had not come. Or rather, I  feel as if He had not come for a long time, and I feel such affliction, that though I live, my living is a continuous  agonizing. Ah, Lord, lend me help, and do not leave me in abandonment, though I deserve it. 

May 17, 1900 

Power of the victim souls. 

I continue in the same state of privation and of abandonment. As I was outside of myself, I saw a flood  of water mixed with hail, such that it seemed that several cities were flooded with considerable damage. While  seeing this, I was in great consternation because I wanted to prevent that flood, but since I was alone - more so,  since I did not have Jesus with me – I felt my poor arms too weak to be able to do it. Then, to my surprise, I  saw a virgin coming (it seemed to me that she was from America) and, she from one point, I from another, 

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managed to prevent in great part the scourge that threatened us. After this, as we reunited, I saw that virgin with  the insignia of the passion, and crowned with the crown of thorns, just as I was, and a person who seemed to be  an Angel, saying: “Oh, power of the victim souls! That which is not given to us Angels to do, they can do with  their sufferings. Oh, if men knew the good that comes from them – because they are there for the public and the  individual good – they would do nothing but implore God to multiply these souls upon earth.” After this,  having said to each other that each of us should commend the other to the Lord, we separated. 

May 18, 1900 

Filling one’s interior with God. 

As I was still without my adorable Jesus, at the most, a few shadows – oh! how much bitterness it costs  me, how many tears I have to shed! – this morning, after much waiting and searching, I found Him in my very  bed, all afflicted, with the crown of thorns piercing His head. I removed it very gently from His head and I  placed it on mine. Oh, how bad I saw myself before His presence! I did not have the strength to utter a single  word. Having compassion for me, Jesus told me: “Be cheered, do not fear, try to fill your interior with Me, and  to fatten it with all virtues, to the point of overflowing outside; and when you come to make this overflow, then  will I take you to Heaven and all your privations will end.” 

After this, assuming an afflicted air, He added: “My daughter, pray, because three distinct days have  been prepared, each far from the other, with storms, hail, lightnings and floods, which will cause great damage  to men and to plants.” Having said this, He disappeared, leaving me a little more relieved in the state in which I  find myself, but with a thought: ‘Who knows when I get to make this overflow? And if I never do it, will I  perhaps have to be always far away from Him?’ 

May 20, 1900 

All things have their origin from nothing. Necessity of rest and of interior silence. 

Finding myself outside of myself, it seemed to me it was nighttime and I could see the whole universe,  the whole order of nature, the starry heaven, the silence of the night.… In sum, it seemed to me that everything  had a meaning. While seeing this, I seemed to see Our Lord who, beginning to speak about what I was seeing,  said: “All nature invites one to rest; but what is true rest? It is the interior rest and the silence of all that is not  God. Look at the stars, twinkling with tempered light, not dazzling like the sun; the sleep and the silence of all  nature, of men and also of animals – they all look for a place, a den, in which to be in silence and rest from the  tiredness of life. If this is necessary for the body, much more is it necessary for the soul to rest in her own  center, which is God. But in order to be able to rest in God, interior silence is necessary, just as exterior silence  is necessary to the body in order to peacefully fall asleep. But what is this interior silence? It is to silence one’s  own passions by keeping them in their place; it is to impose silence on desires, on inclinations, on affections – in sum, on all that does not call upon God. Now, what is the means to reach this? The only means, and  absolutely necessary, is for the soul to undo her own being and reduce herself to nothing, just as she was before  being created; and once she has reduced her being to nothing, she must take it again in God. 

My daughter, all things have their origin from nothing. If this very machine of the universe which you  are admiring with its great order had been full of other things before I created it, I could not have put my  creative hand to make it with such great mastery and to render it so splendid and adorned. At the most, I could  have undone everything that might have been there, to then redo it according to my liking. But we always come  to this: all of my works have their origin from nothing, and when there is a mixing with other things, it is not  decorous for my majesty to descend and operate in the soul. But when the soul reduces herself to nothing and  rises to Me, and takes her being within Mine, then I operate as the God that I am, and the soul finds true rest. 

And here is how all virtues, from humility to the annihilation of oneself, begin.” 

Who can say how much I understood about what blessed Jesus told me? Oh, how happy my soul would  be if I could reach the point of undoing my poor being to be able to receive from my God His Divine Being! Oh, how I would ennoble myself, how sanctified I would be! But what foolishness is mine, where is my brain, 

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if still I do not do it? What a human misery – instead of looking for its true good and taking wing on high, it  contents itself with scrabbling on the ground and with living amidst mud and rot! 

After this, my beloved Jesus transported me inside a garden in which there were many people preparing  themselves to attend a feast, but only those who received a uniform were able to attend, and few were those who  received this uniform. A great yearning arose in me to receive one, and I did so much that I obtained the intent. So, as I reached the place in which one would receive it, a venerable matronly woman clothed me in white first,  and then placed on me a pale blue shoulder band on which a medal was hanging with the imprint of the face of  Jesus. While being a face, it was also a mirror, and in looking at it, one would detect the slightest stains, which  the soul, with the help of a light coming from within that face, could easily remove. It seemed to me that that  medal contained a mysterious meaning. Then she took a mantle of finest gold and covered me all over. It  seemed to me that dressed in this way I could compete with the virgins in Heaven. While this was happening,  Jesus told me: “My daughter, let us go back to see what men are doing; it is enough for you to be dressed – when the feast begins, I will take you there to attend.” So, after we went round for a little while, He transported  me inside my bed. 

May 21, 1900 

The most sublime state is to undo one’s own will in the Will of God, and to live of His Will. 

This morning my adorable Jesus was not coming. Then, after much waiting He came, and caressing me,  told me: “My daughter, do you know what my design is upon you, and the state I want from you?” And  pausing a little, He added: “The design I have upon you is not of prodigious things, and of many things which I  could operate upon you to show my work; rather, my design is to absorb you in my Will, making you one with  It, and to make of you a perfect example of uniformity of your will with Mine. But this is the most sublime  state, it is the greatest prodigy, it is the miracle of miracles that I intend to make of you. 

My daughter, in order to arrive at making her will perfectly one with Ours, the soul must render herself  invisible. She must imitate Me who, while I fill the world by keeping it absorbed within Myself and by not  being absorbed in it, render Myself invisible, for I do not let Myself be seen by anyone. This means that there is  no matter in Me, but that everything is most pure Spirit; and if in my assumed Humanity I took on matter, it was  to render Myself similar to man in everything and to give him a most perfect example of how to spiritualize this  very matter. So, the soul must spiritualize everything and arrive at becoming invisible in order to be able to  easily make her will one with my Will, because that which is invisible can be absorbed by another object. If  one wants to make one object out of two objects, it is necessary that one of these lose its shape, otherwise one  could never arrive at forming one single being. 

What fortune yours would be if, by destroying yourself to the point of becoming invisible, you could  receive a shape fully divine! Even more, by being absorbed in Me, and I in you, forming one single being, you  would come to retain the divine source within yourself; and since my Will contains every good that can ever be,  you would come to retain all goods, all gifts, all graces, and would not have to look for them anywhere else but  within yourself. And if virtues have no boundaries, when the creature is in my Will insofar as she can reach,  she will find their limit, because my Will makes one acquire the most heroic and sublime virtues which the  creature cannot surpass. 

The height of the perfection of a soul undone in my Will is such that she reaches the point of operating  like God. And this is no wonder, because, since it is no longer her will that lives in her but the Will of God  Himself, every amazement ceases if, by living with this Will, she possesses the power, the wisdom, the sanctity  and all the other virtues that God Himself contains. It is enough to tell you, so that you may become enamored  and cooperate as much as you can on your part to reach such a point, that the soul who arrives at living of my  Will alone is queen of all queens, and her throne is so high as to reach the throne of the Eternal One; she enters  the secrets of the Most August Trinity, and participates in the reciprocal love of the Father, of the Son and of the  Holy Spirit. Oh, how all the Angels and Saints honor her, men admire her, and the demons fear her, seeing the  Divine Being in her!”

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‘Ah, Lord, when will You make me arrive at this, since by myself I can do nothing!’ 

Now, who can say all that the Lord infused in me through intellectual light about this uniformity of  wills? The height of those concepts is so great that my tongue, not well refined, has no words to express them. I could only say this little, though speaking nonsense, of that which the Lord made me comprehend through  most vivid light. 

May 24, 1900 

The will of Luisa is one with that of Jesus. 

I was very afflicted because of the privation of my adorable Jesus; at the most, He comes like shadow  and flashes. I really feel I cannot go on any more if He wants to continue further! So, as I was at the summit of  my affliction, He made Himself seen for a little while, all tired, as if He needed a refreshment; and throwing His  arms around my neck, He told me: “My beloved, bring Me some flowers and surround Me completely, for I  feel I am languishing with love. My daughter, the fragrant perfume of your flowers will be of refreshment for  Me and will remedy my troubles, for I am languishing and fainting.” Immediately, I added: ‘And You, my  beloved Jesus, give me some fruits, because idleness and scarce suffering increase my languishing so much that  I faint, to the point of feeling I am dying. So I will be able to give You not only flowers, but also fruits to  relieve your languishing more.’ And Jesus resumed His speech, saying to me: “Oh, how well we combine  together, don’t we? It seems that your will is one with Mine.” For a moment it seemed I was relieved, as if the  state in which I was wanted to cease; but after a little while I found myself immersed in the same lethargy as  before, without my highest Good, abandoned and alone. 

May 27, 1900 

The Love of God and Grace penetrate into the most intimate parts of man. 

This morning, as I was feeling afflicted more than ever because of the privation of my highest Good, He  just barely made Himself seen and told me: “Just as a mighty wind invests the people and penetrates even into  their bowels, in such a way as to shake the whole person, in the same way, my love and my grace, rearing up on  the wings of the winds, invest and penetrate the heart, the mind and the most intimate parts of man. But in spite  of this, ungrateful, man rejects my grace and offends Me. What is not my bitter sorrow!” 

However, I was all confused and annihilated within myself, and did not dare to utter a word. I just  thought: ‘How is it that He does not come? And even when He comes, I do not see Him clearly; it seems that I  have lost clarity. Who knows whether I will see His beautiful Face unveiled as before?’ While I was thinking  of this, my benign Jesus added: “My daughter, why do you fear when your state is par excellence for the union  of our wills?” And wanting to cheer me and compassionate my sorrowful state, He told me: “You are my new  Job. Do not oppress yourself excessively if you do not see Me with clarity; I have told you since the other day  that I am not coming according to my usual way, that I want to chastise the people, and if you saw Me with  clarity, you would come to understand what I am doing; and since your heart has received the grafting of Mine,  I know what you would suffer, just as my Heart is suffering because I see Myself forced to chastise my  creatures. So, in order to spare you these pains, I do not let Myself be seen with clarity.” 

Who can say the piercings that this left in my poor heart! Ah, Lord, give me the strength to endure the  pain! 

May 29, 1900 

Threat of chastisements. Jesus is abandoned and left alone. 

Continuing in the same state, I felt all oppressed and I had all the need of a support to be able to bear the  privation of my highest Good. Having compassion for me, blessed Jesus showed His Face from within my  heart for a few minutes, but not with clarity; and letting me hear His most gentle voice, He told me: “Courage,  my daughter, just a little longer; let Me finish chastising, for afterwards I will come as before.” While He was 

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saying this, in my mind I said: ‘What are the chastisements that You have begun to send?’ And He added: “The continuous rain that is pouring is more than hail, and it will cause sad consequences for the people.” 

Having said this, He disappeared, and I found myself outside of myself, inside a garden. From there one  could see crops withered in the vineyards, and within myself I kept saying: “Poor people, poor people, how  shall they go on?’ While I was saying this, a little boy appeared in that garden, crying and screaming so loud as  to deafen Heaven and earth, but no one had compassion for him; even though everyone could hear him crying  so much, they would not bother with him and they would leave him abandoned and alone. A thought flashed  within me: ‘Who knows whether He is Jesus!’ But I was not sure about it. So, drawing near Him, I said: 

‘What is it, that You are crying, dear child? Do You want to come with me, since they all left You prey to tears  and to sorrow, which oppresses You so much as to make You scream so loud?’ But – nothing! Who could  calm Him down? He just barely answered with His sobs that, yes, He wanted to come. So I took Him by the  hand to bring Him with me, and in the very act I was doing this I found myself inside myself.  

June 3, 1900 

Luisa, chosen among a thousand. Lack of esteem for others is lack of true humility. 

This morning, as I was in my usual state, I saw my adorable Jesus for a little while, present inside my  heart, sleeping, and His sleep drew my soul to fall asleep together with Him; so much so, that I felt all my  interior powers asleep, without acting any more. At times I tried to get out of that sleep, but I could not. Then  blessed Jesus woke up for a little while and sent His breath into me three times, and it seemed to me that He  became all absorbed in me. Afterwards, it seemed to me that Jesus was drawing those three breaths He had sent  me back into Himself again, and I found myself all transformed in Him. Who can say what was happening in  me because of these divine breaths? I have no words to express that inseparable union between Jesus and me! 

After this, it seems I was able to wake up, and Jesus, breaking the silence, told me: “My daughter, I  looked and looked again, I searched and searched again, going throughout the whole earth, but upon you I fixed  my gazes and I found my satisfactions, and I chose you among a thousand.” 

Then, turning to certain people I could see, He reprimanded them, saying to them: “Lack of esteem for  others is lack of true Christian humility and of sweetness, because a humble and sweet spirit knows how to  respect everyone and interprets the things of others always for the good.” Having said this, He disappeared,  without my saying to Him even a word. May He be always blessed for He wants it this way, and may  everything be for His glory. 

June 6, 1900 

Luisa, crucified, spares Corato some chastisements. 

Since my adorable Jesus continued not to let Himself be seen with clarity, this morning, after I received  Communion, the confessor placed the intention of the crucifixion. While I was amid those sufferings, almost  drawn by my pains, blessed Jesus showed Himself with clarity. Oh God! Who can say the pains that Jesus was  suffering and the violent state He was in - that while He was forced to send chastisements, He did such violence  to Himself, for He did not want to send them! It aroused such compassion to see Him in this state, that if men  could see Him, even if their hearts were hard as diamonds, they would break with tenderness like fragile glass. 

So I began to pray Him to placate Himself and to be content with making me suffer, sparing the people. Then I  added: ‘Lord, if You do not want to listen to my prayers, I know I deserve that. If You do not want to have  compassion for the peoples, You are right, because great are our iniquities. But I ask You, for pity’s sake, to  have compassion for Yourself – have pity on the violence You do to Yourself in punishing your images. Ah,  yes! I ask You, for love of Yourself, not to send chastisements to the point of taking bread away from your  children and letting them perish. Ah, no! It is not in the nature of your Heart to operate in this way; and this is  the reason for the violence You feel, which would give You death if it had the power to.’

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And He, all afflicted, told me: “My daughter, it is Justice that makes violence on Me, and the love I  have for men uses even greater violence on Me, such as to put my Heart into anguishes of death in punishing  the creatures.” And I: ‘Therefore, Lord, unload Justice upon me, and your love will no longer feel violence  from Justice, and will not be in this contrast of chastising the people, who, truly…- how will they go on if You  act as You let me understand, withering all that serves as nourishment of man? O please! I beg You, let me 

suffer and spare them, if not completely, at least in part.’ 

And Jesus, as though seeing Himself forced by my prayers, drew near my mouth and poured a little bit  of bitterness from His – dense and disgusting, such that, as soon as I swallowed it, it caused me such and so  many kinds of pains that I felt I was dying. Then blessed Jesus, sustaining me in those pains otherwise I would  have been dead (yet, He had poured nothing but a little bit; what must it be for His adorable Heart that  contained so much of it?), heaved a sigh as if He had relieved Himself of a weight, and told me: “My daughter,  my Justice had decided to destroy everything, but now, unloading Itself a little bit over you, for love of you,  concedes one third of what serves as nourishment of man.” And I: ‘Ah, Lord, it is too little – at least half!’ 

And He: “No my daughter, content yourself.” And I: ‘No Lord, if You do not want to content me for  everyone, at least content me for Corato and for those who belong to me.’ And Jesus: “Today there is hail  ready, which must cause great damage. You – remain with the pains of the cross; go out of yourself and in the  form of the crucified go through the air and put to flight the demons from above Corato, since they will not be  able to resist the crucified image, and will go somewhere else.” 

So I went out of myself, crucified, and I saw hail and lightnings which were about to break out over  Corato. Who can say the fright of the demons; how they took to their heels at the sight of my crucified form;  how they bit their fingers out of rage, and reached the point of getting angry with the confessor, who this  morning had given me the obedience of suffering the crucifixion. In fact, they could not get angry with me; on  the contrary, they were forced to flee from me because of the sign of redemption which they saw. Then, after  putting them to flight, I went back into myself, finding myself with a good dose of sufferings. May everything  be for the glory of God. 

June 7, 1900 

Jesus delivers to Luisa the keys of Justice and a light to unveil It. 

As I was somehow in suffering, it seemed to me that those sufferings were a sweet chain that drew my  good Jesus to come almost continuously, and it seemed to me that those pains called Jesus to pour more  bitternesses into me. So, on coming, now He would sustain me in His arms to give me strength, now He would  pour again. However, every now and then I would say to Him: ‘Lord, now that I feel within me part of your  pains, I beg You to content me, as I said to You yesterday, by giving me at least half of what serves as  nourishment of man.’ And He: “My daughter, in order to content you, I deliver to you the keys of Justice and  the knowledge of how absolutely necessary it is to punish man; and with this you will do whatever you please. 

Aren’t you content?” 

On hearing Him say this to me I was consoled, and I said in my interior: ‘If it is up to me, I will not  chastise anyone at all.’ But how I lost my illusion when blessed Jesus gave me a key and placed me in the  middle of a light, such that by looking from within that light I could see all the attributes of God, and also that  of Justice. Oh, how everything is orderly in God! And if Justice punishes, this is order; and if It did not punish,  It would not be in order with the other attributes. So I saw myself as a wretched worm in the middle of that  light, for if I wanted to prevent the course of Justice, I would ruin that order and would go against men  themselves, because I understood that Justice Itself is most pure love toward them. I found myself all confused  and embarrassed, and so, to get rid of it, I said to Our Lord: ‘Through this light with which You have  surrounded me I understand things differently, and if You leave it up to me, I would do worse than You do. 

Therefore I do not accept this knowledge and I renounce the keys of Justice. What I accept and want is that  You make me suffer and spare the people; as for the rest, I don’t want to know anything about it.’

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And Jesus, smiling at my words, said to me: “How quickly you want to get rid of it, without wanting to  know reason; and wanting to use greater violence on Me you come out with two words: make me suffer and  spare them!” And I: ‘Lord, it is not that I don’t want to know reason, but it is because this is not my office, but  Yours. My office is that of being victim; therefore, You do your office and I do mine; isn’t it true, my dear  Jesus?’ And He, as though showing approval, disappeared from me. 

June 10, 1900 

The office of victim. Chastisements. 

It seems to me that my adorable Jesus continues to halve Justice by pouring a little bit upon me, and the  rest upon people. This morning especially, when I found myself with Jesus, my soul was tormented in seeing  the torture of His most sweet Heart in chastising the creatures. The state of suffering Jesus was in, was such  that He did nothing but let out continuous moans. He had a thick crown of thorns on His head, all sunken into  His flesh, to the point that His head seemed a block of thorns. So, to relieve Him a little bit I said to Him: ‘Tell  me, my Good, what is it - that You are suffering so much? Allow me to remove these thorns that torment You  not a little!’ But Jesus did not answer me; even more, He did not even listen to what I was saying. So I began  to remove those thorns, one by one, and then I placed them on my head. Now, while I was doing this, I saw that  somewhere far away there was to be an earthquake, which would make a slaughter of people. Then Jesus  disappeared from me and I returned inside myself, but with greatest affliction, thinking of the suffering state of  Jesus and of the tragedies of miserable humanity. 

June 12, 1900 

Obedience makes her ask Jesus to let her suffer in order to prevent chastisements. 

This morning, as my lovable Jesus came, I began to say: ‘Lord, what are You doing? It seems You are  going too far with Justice.’ And while I wanted to continue speaking in order to excuse the human miseries,  Jesus imposed silence on me, saying: “Be quiet, if you want Me to remain with you; come to kiss Me and greet  Me in all my suffering members with your usual adorations.” So I began from His head, and then, little by  little, the other members. Oh, how many deep wounds that Sacrosanct Body contained! – It struck horror at the 

mere sight. Then, as soon as I finished, He disappeared, leaving me with very little suffering and with a fear: who knows how He will pour upon the people, since He did not deign to pour His bitternesses upon me! 

After a little while, the confessor came and I told him what I have said above, and he said to me: “Today, out of absolute obedience, when you do your meditation you must pray Him to let you suffer the  crucifixion and to cease to send scourges.” So, when I did my meditation, I prayed Him according to the  obedience received. He just barely made Himself seen, but without paying attention to me; on the contrary, He  made Himself seen, now giving His back to the people, now sleeping so as not to be importuned by me, and  even if I felt I was dying, He did not care about letting me do the obedience. So I plucked up courage, and  placing all my trust in holy obedience, I took Him by one arm, and shaking Him in order to wake Him up, I said  to Him: ‘Lord, what are You doing? Is this the love You have for your so favorite virtue of obedience? Are  these the praises You have given it so many times? Are these the honors You have lavished on it, to the point  of saying that You feel moved and cannot resist the virtue of obedience and You feel subjugated by the soul  who gives herself to this virtue, that now it seems You do not care about letting me obey?’ While I was saying  this and other things – I would be too long if I wanted to write them – blessed Jesus stirred Himself, and as  though struck by a most acute pain, He burst into tears and, sobbing, said: “I too do not want to send scourges,  but it is Justice that compels Me almost by force. But you, with this speaking, want to cut Me to the quick and  touch a key too delicate for Me and greatly loved by Me, so much so, that I wanted no other honor or title but  that of obedient. So now, to show you that it is not that I do not care about letting you obey, in spite of the fact  that my Justice forces Me not to do it, I will share with you, in part, the pains of the cross.” While doing this,  He disappeared, leaving me content for He let me obey, and with a sorrow in my soul, as though I had been the  cause of the Lord’s crying with my suffering. Ah, Lord, I beg You to forgive me.

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June 14, 1900 

The effects of the Cross. 

As I was a little in suffering, on coming, my adorable Jesus compassionated me and said to me: “My  daughter, what is it - that you are suffering so much? Let me relieve you a little.” So (though Jesus was  suffering more than I was) He gave me a kiss, and since He was crucified, He drew me outside of myself and  placed my hands in His, my feet in His, while my head was leaning on His head, and His on mine. How content  I was, being in that position! Though the nails and the thorns of Jesus gave me pains, yet, they were pains that  gave me joy, because they were suffered for my beloved Good. Indeed, I would have wanted them to increase  more. 

Jesus too seemed to be content with me, keeping me in that way, drawn to Himself. It seemed to me that Jesus was refreshing me, and that I was of refreshment for Him. Then, we went out in that position, and having  found the confessor, immediately I prayed to Him for his needs, and I asked the Lord to deign to allow the  confessor to hear how sweet and gentle His voice is. To make me content, Jesus turned to him and spoke of the  cross, saying: “The cross absorbs the Divinity into the soul, renders her similar to my Humanity, and  reproduces my own works in her.” 

Afterwards, we continued to go around for a little while, and – oh, how many sorrowful sights, such as  to pierce the soul through!: the grave iniquities of men, who do not lower themselves even before Justice - on  the contrary, they hurl themselves with greater fury, almost wanting to render double wounds for wounds; and  the great misery that they are preparing for themselves. Then, to our greatest sorrow, we withdrew. Jesus  disappeared, and I withdrew inside myself. 

June 17, 1900 

To be in God is to be in peace. 

Since this morning blessed Jesus was not coming, I felt some shadows of disturbance arise in my interior  about why He was not coming. So, when He came, He said to me: “My daughter, to contain oneself in God  and not to go out of the boundaries of peace is all the same. So, if you detect a little bit of disturbance it is a  sign that you make a little exit from within God, because to contain oneself in Him and not to have perfect  peace is impossible; more so, since the boundaries of peace are endless – even more, all that belongs to God is  all peace.” Then He added: “Don’t you know that the privations serve the soul as winter does the plants, as  they form deeper roots, and winter fortifies them and makes them become green again and bloom in May?”  

After this, He transported me outside of myself, and after I commended various needs to Him, He  disappeared from me, and I found myself inside myself, with a desire to remain always inside of God, so as to  stay within the boundaries of peace. 

June 18, 1900 

All of Creation points out the love of God; the wounded Body of Jesus points out the love of neighbor. 

As He continued not to come, I tried to apply myself to considering the mystery of the scourging. While  I was doing this, I just barely saw blessed Jesus, all wounded and dripping Blood, who told me: “My daughter,  the heavens along with all Creation point out the love of God; my wounded Body points out the love of  neighbor, so much so, that with my Humanity, united to my Divinity, from two natures I formed one and I  rendered them inseparable, because I not only satisfied divine Justice, but I operated the salvation of men. And  so that everyone assumed this obligation of loving God and one’s neighbor, I not only made them one, but I  reached the point of making of it a divine precept. So, my wounds and my Blood are many tongues that teach  everyone the way to love one another and the obligation that all have to care for the salvation of others.” 

Afterwards, assuming a more afflicted appearance, He added: “What a ruthless tyrant love is for Me, as  I not only employed the course of my mortal life in continuous sacrifices, to the point of dying, bled dry on a 

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cross, but I left Myself as perennial victim in the Sacrament of the Eucharist. And not only this, but I keep all  of my favorite members as victims living in continuous sufferings, employed for the salvation of men; just as  among many I have chosen you, to keep you sacrificed for love of Me and for men. Ah, yes! My Heart finds no  respite nor rest if It does not find man. And man…man…how does he requite Me? With most enormous  ingratitudes!” Having said this, He disappeared. 

June 20, 1900 

The most perfect humility produces the most intimate union with God in the soul. 

This morning, as I was outside of myself and not finding my highest Good, I had to go round and round  in search of Him, and when I tired myself to the point of feeling faint, I felt Him behind my shoulders,  sustaining me. So I stretched out my hand and I pulled Him to the front, saying to Him: ‘My beloved, You  know that I cannot be without You, and yet, You make me wait so much, to the point of causing me to faint. 

Tell me at least: what is the cause of this? Where have I offended You that You subject me to torments so  cruel, to martyrdoms so painful, which is your privation?’ And Jesus, interrupting my speaking, told me: “My  daughter, my daughter, do not add more torment to my Heart which is embittered to the summit, finding Itself  in a continuous fight because of the violences that everyone does to me continuously. The iniquities of men do  violence to Me, as they draw Justice upon themselves and force Me to chastise them; and Justice, clashing in a  continuous fight with the Love I have for men, tortures my Heart in such a painful way as to make Me die  continuously! You do violence to Me, because when I come, knowing the chastisements that I am sending, you  do not remain quiet – no, but you force Me, you do violence to Me, and do not want Me to chastise; and  knowing that you cannot do otherwise in my presence, so as not to expose my Heart to a yet fiercer fight, I  abstain from coming. Therefore, do not want to force Me to come for now; let Me give vent to my fury, and do  not want to increase my pains with your speaking. 

As for the rest, I do not want you to think about it, because the most perfect, the most sublime humility  is that of losing every reason and of not discoursing on ‘why’ and ‘how’, but of undoing oneself in one’s own  nothingness. And while the soul does this, without realizing it, she finds herself dissolved in God, and this  produces in the soul the union most intimate, the love most perfect toward her highest Good. This, however, to  the greatest advantage of the soul, because in losing her own reason, she acquires divine reason, and in losing  every discoursing about herself – whether she is cold or warm, whether the things that happen to her are  favorable or adverse – she will be interested in and will acquire a language fully celestial and divine. In  addition to this, humility produces a garment of safety in the soul, in such a way that, wrapped in this garment  of safety, the soul remains in the most profound calm, embellishing all of herself in order to be pleasing to her  dearest and beloved Jesus.” 

Who can say how surprised I was left by this speaking of His? I had not a word to answer Him. Then,  after a little while, He disappeared and I found myself inside myself – calm, yes, but afflicted to the summit;  first, because of the afflictions and the fights which my dear Jesus was in, and then, out of fear that He might  not come. Who would be able to endure? How will I be able to bear myself because of His absence? Ah,  Lord, give me the strength to bear this martyrdom so hard, so unbearable for my poor soul! After all, say  whatever You want, but I will not neglect any means, I will try all ways, I will use all stratagems to draw You to  come. 

June 24, 1900 

The cross is the nourishment of humility. 

After going through a few days of privation - at the most, a few shadows and flashes – I felt all of my  powers asleep, in such a way that I myself could not understand what was happening in my interior. In this  sleepiness, only one pain was awake in my interior, and it was the fact that it seemed it had happened to me as  to one who, while sleeping, loses his sight or is deprived of all his riches. The miserable one can neither grieve,  nor defend himself, nor use some means to free himself of his misfortunes. Poor one, in what a pitiful state he 

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finds himself! But what is the cause of it? His sleep. Because if he had been awake, he would certainly have  known how to defend himself well from his misfortunes. Such is my miserable state; it is not given to me even  to let out a moan, a sigh, or to shed one tear, because I have lost sight of the One who is all my love, all my  good, and who forms all my contentment. It seems that in order not to make me grieve from His privation, He  made me fall asleep and left me. Ah, Lord, wake me up Yourself, that I may see my miseries, and know at least  of what I am being deprived!  

Now, while I was in this state, from within my interior I heard blessed Jesus moaning continuously. Those moans wounded my hearing, and waking up a little bit, I said: ‘My sole and only Good, from your  moans I perceive the too painful state You are in. This happens because You want to suffer alone and do not  want to let me share in your pains; even more, so as not to have me in your company You made me fall asleep  and You left me without letting me understand anything any more. I understand where all this comes from: it  is so that You may be more free in chastising. But, O please! - have compassion on me, for I am blind without  You; and on Yourself, for it is always good in all circumstances to have someone who would keep You  company, relieve You, and somehow break your fury. In fact, now You are determined and You send  chastisements, but when You see your images perish from misery, You will let out more moans than now, and  maybe You will say to me: “Ah, if you had tried harder to placate Me, if you had taken the pains of creatures  upon yourself, I would not see my own members so tormented!” Isn’t it true, my most patient Jesus? O please,  relieve Yourself a little bit, and let me suffer in your place!’ 

While I was saying this, He moaned continuously, almost in the act of wanting to be compassionated  and relieved; but He wanted this relief to be snatched almost by force. So, after my importunity, He stretched  out His nailed hands and feet in my interior and shared a little bit of His pains with me. After this, giving a little  respite to His moans, He told me: “My daughter, it is these sad times that force Me to this, because men have  grown so bold and proud, that everyone thinks he is the god of himself; and if I do not lay hand to scourges, I  would do harm to their souls, because the cross alone is the nourishment of humility. So, if I did not do it, I  Myself would cause them to lack the means to be humiliated and to surrender from their strange madness, even  though the majority of them offends Me more. But I do this like a father who breaks the bread for all to be  nourished - a bread which some of his children do not want to take; even more, they use it to throw it in their  father’s face. What has the poor father done wrong? So I am. Therefore, compassionate Me in my  afflictions.” 

Having said this, He disappeared, leaving me half-awake and half-asleep, not knowing, myself, whether  I have to wake up completely, or go back to sleep. 

June 27, 1900 

The soul must recognize herself in Jesus, not in herself. 

 I continue to be sleepy. This morning, for a few minutes I found myself awake and I comprehended  my miserable state; I felt the bitterness of the privation of my highest and only Good. I was able only to shed a  few tears, saying to Him: ‘My always good Jesus, how is it that You are not coming? These are not things to  do: to wound a soul and then leave her! And what is more, so as not to let her know what You are doing, You  leave her prey to sleep. O please! come, do not make me wait so much!’ 

While I was saying this and yet more nonsense, in one instant He came and transported me outside of  myself; and since I wanted to tell Him about my poor state, imposing silence on me, Jesus told me: “My  daughter, what I want from you is that you no longer recognize yourself in yourself, but that you recognize  yourself only in Me. So you will no longer remember yourself, nor will you ever again have recognition of  yourself, but you will remember Me, and un-recognizing yourself, you will acquire the recognition of Me  alone. According to how much you will forget and destroy yourself, so will you advance in the knowledge of  Me and will recognize yourself only in Me. Once you have done all this, you will no longer think with your  mind, but with mine; you will not look with your eyes, you will no longer speak with your mouth, nor will you  palpitate with your heart, work with your hands, or walk with your feet, but will do everything with mine. In 

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fact, in order to recognize herself only in God, the soul needs to go to her origin and to return to her beginning – God, from whom she came - and to conform all of herself to her Creator. And anything which she keeps of  herself and which is not conformed to her beginning, she must undo and reduce to nothing. Only in this way,  naked, undone, can she return to her origin, recognize herself only in God, and operate according to the purpose  for which she was created. This is why in order to conform to Me completely, the soul must render herself  indivisible with Me.” 

While He was saying this, I could see the terrible chastisement of plants withered, and how it must  advance further. I could only say: ‘Ah, Lord, how will the poor people go on?’ And He, so as not to listen to  me, escaped me like a flash and disappeared. Who can say the bitterness of my soul in finding myself inside  myself, not having been able to speak to Him even one word for myself and for my neighbor; and for my  tendency to sleep with which I was again left? 

June 28, 1900 

The present chastisements are nothing but the predisposition for future chastisements. 

This morning, as I was highly afflicted because of the privation of my loving Jesus, I saw Him for just a  little, and He said to me: “My daughter, how many masks will be unmasked in these times of chastisements! In  fact, these present chastisements are nothing but the predisposition for all the chastisements which I manifested  to you during the course of last year.” 

As He was saying this, in my interior I said: ‘If the Lord continues to behave the way He is behaving - that since He wants to send chastisements He does not come, He does not share His pains with me and treats me  with unusual manners - who would be able to endure? Who will give me the strength to remain in this state?’ And Jesus, answering my thought, added in act of compassion: “And so, do you want Me to suspend your state  of victim for a little while, and to resume it later?” As He said this, I felt such confusion and bitterness (for it  seemed to me as if, with that proposal, the Lord was driving me away from Himself) that I was unable to say  either yes or no - also in order to hear what obedience decides. So, without waiting for my word, He  disappeared from me, leaving me as though a nail was stuck into in my heart, thinking that Jesus was rejecting  me. The pain was so great that I did nothing but shed bitter tears. 

June 29, 1900 

Jesus and Luisa refresh each other. 

As I continued to be embittered, my adorable Jesus, having compassion for me, came and seemed to  sustain me in His arms. Then, as He transported me outside of myself, I saw that a profound silence, a sadness,  a mourning, reigned everywhere. The impression my soul received on seeing people that way was such that I  felt a grip in my heart. 

Then, as though calling me aside, blessed Jesus said to me: “My daughter, let us move what afflicts us  away from us for a little while, and let us refresh each other.” While saying this, He began to caress me and  kiss me; but my confusion was such that I did not dare to return those kisses and caresses. And He added: “How come? I refresh you with kisses and with caresses, and you do not want to refresh Me by returning to Me  your kisses and your caresses?” So I felt the confidence to give Him tit for tat; and while I was doing this, He  disappeared. 

July 2, 1900 

With her sufferings, Luisa holds back a chastisement. 

I continue to be embittered and afflicted, as though dazed. This morning He did not come at all. The  confessor came and placed the intention of the crucifixion. At first blessed Jesus did not concur, but then, after  I prayed Him to deign to let me obey, He just barely made Himself seen and told me: “What do you want? Why do want to do violence to Me by force when it is necessary to chastise the peoples?” And I: ‘Lord, it is 

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not I, it is obedience that wants it so.’ And He: “Well then, since it is obedience I want to share with you my  crucifixion, and in the meantime I want to refresh Myself a little bit. While saying this, He shared with me the  pains of the cross, and while I was suffering, Jesus placed Himself near me and seemed to refresh Himself quite  a bit. Now, while I was in this position together with Him, He showed me a pitch-black cloud approaching  from one point in the air, such that it struck terror and fright at the mere sight; and everyone was saying: “This  time we die.” While all were terrified, a refulgent cross rose from between Jesus and me, and advancing toward  that storm, put it to flight in great part, so much so, that the people seemed to calm down. I cannot tell for sure,  but it seems to me that it was a hurricane accompanied by bolts of lightning and by hail so violent as to have the  power to sweep factories away; and the cross which dispelled it in great part seemed to be my little suffering,  which Jesus has shared with me. May the Lord be blessed, and may everything be for His glory and honor. 

July 3, 1900 

Chastisements with contagious and mortal diseases. 

This morning, having received Communion, as soon as I saw my adorable Jesus I said to Him: ‘My  beloved Lord, how is it that You are sending so many chastisements? Why this time do You not want to placate  Yourself for any reason? It seems that all means have failed – both praying, and saying: “Lord, pour your  bitternesses upon me”. Ah, it has not been your usual way to act like this!” While I was saying this,  interrupting my speaking, blessed Jesus answered: “Yet, my daughter, the chastisements I am sending are still  nothing compared to those which have been prepared. Therefore, do not want to afflict yourself with these,  because they are not a matter of great affliction.” 

As He was saying this, in front of me I saw many people affected by contagious diseases, who were  dying; so, taken by horror, I said to Him: ‘Ah! Lord, that’s all we need! What are You doing? What are You  doing? If You want to do this, take me away from this earth, for my heart cannot bear the sight of scenes so  gloomy. Besides, who can endure continuing in this state in which You put me - that You do not come, or You  come like a shadow; and not only this, but You leave me dazed, sleepy, not letting me understand anything any  more. Yet, You told me that You would leave me like this until You would somehow give vent to your fury;  but now You want to add fury to fury, and it seems You will not be done for now. Poor me! Poor me! Who  will give me the strength to remain in this state? Who would be able to endure?’ 

While I poured out my affliction, compassionating me, Jesus said to me: “My daughter, do not be  concerned by your state of sleepiness. This says that just as I am with people - as if I were sleeping, as if I did  not hear them and look at them - in that same state have I placed you. After all, if you mind it, I told you last  time: do you want Me to suspend your state of victim?” And I: ‘Lord, obedience does not want me to accept  this suspension.’ And He: “Well then, what do you want from Me? Be quiet and obey!” 

Who can say how afflicted I remained? Not only this, but it seems that my interior powers were left so  asleep, that I live as if I were not living. Ah, Lord, have pity on me! Do not leave me in abandonment in such a  pitiful and sorrowful state! 

July 9, 1900 

To live not only for God, but in God. 

I continue in the same state, and maybe even worse; and if sometimes He makes Himself seen, it is like  shadow and flashes, and almost always in silence. This morning, as I was at the summit of my affliction and  dazedness because of the continuous sleep, He just barely made Himself seen and told me: “Courage, my  daughter, the soul who is truly mine must live not only for God, but in God. You, try to live in Me, for in Me  you will find the receptacle of all virtues, and strolling in their midst, you will nourish yourself with their  fragrance, so much so, as to become replete. And you yourself will do nothing but give off light and celestial  fragrance, because to live in Me is true virtue, and it has the virtue of giving to the soul the same shape as the  Divine Person in whom she dwells, and of transforming her into the very divine virtues with which she  nourishes herself.”

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After this, He disappeared like a flash, and running after that flash, my soul found herself outside of  myself. But He had already escaped, and it was not given to me to find Him, while I received the bitterness of  seeing a terrible hail which had caused a great devastation; and bolts of lightning, as if they had produced fires;  and other things which had been prepared. Having seen this, I found myself inside myself, more afflicted than  before.  

July 10, 1900 

Difference between living for God and living in God. 

While I was in the same confusion, He made Himself seen like a flash and made me understand that I  had not written everything He had told me the day before – that is, that the soul must not only live for God, but  in God. So, blessed Jesus repeated to me the difference that exists between living for God and living in God,  saying to me: “In living for God, the soul can be subject to disturbances, to bitternesses, to being inconstant, to  feeling the weight of passions, to meddle in earthly things. But the living in God – no, it is completely  different, because the most important thing so that one person may enter to dwell inside another person is to lay  down all that belongs to him – that is, to strip himself of everything, to leave his own passions; in a word, to  leave everything in order to find everything in God. 

Now, when the soul has not only stripped herself, but has slimmed down well, then will she be able to  enter through the narrow door of my Heart to live in Me, according to my way and from my own Life. In fact,  even though my Heart is immense, so much so, that there is no end to Its boundaries, Its door, however, is  extremely narrow, and only one who is stripped of everything can enter into It. This, with reason, because since  I am Most Holy, I would never admit anything to live in Me which is extraneous to my sanctity. Therefore, my  daughter, try to live in Me and you will possess Paradise in advance.” 

Who can say how much I understood of this living in God? But then He disappeared and I was left in  my same state. 

July 11, 1900 

The sufferings of Luisa will render chastisements less rigorous. 

This morning, having received Communion and continuing in the same state of confusion, I was all  huddled within myself, when I saw my adorable Jesus coming toward me all in a hurry, saying: “My daughter,  break my fury a little bit, otherwise…!” And I, all frightened, said: ‘What do You want me to do to break your  fury?’ And He: “By calling my sufferings into yourself you will come to placate my fury.” 

At that moment, I saw as if He were calling the confessor by sending a ray of light, and immediately he  placed the intention of having me suffer the crucifixion. The blessed Lord promptly concurred and I found  myself in so many sufferings, that because of the intensity of the pains I felt my soul go out of my body. When  I thought I was about to breathe my last, and I was content that Jesus would receive my soul, I saw the  confessor who, by saying “enough, enough”, was calling me back into myself. Then Jesus said to me: 

“Obedience is calling you.” And I: ‘Ah, Lord, I want to come!’ And Jesus: “What can I do? Obedience keeps  calling you.” And so it seems that this new obedience did not allow the sufferings to go further; but indeed, a  cruel obedience for me, because while I seemed to seize the harbor, I was flung outside to navigate the way.  

Then, afterwards, even though I was left in suffering, I no longer felt that thing of being about to die,  and my benign Lord continued: “My daughter, if today you had not broken my fury, I had reached such a limit,  that I would have destroyed not only plants, but also men. And if the confessor himself had not intervened by  calling my suffering into you, I would have had no regard even for him. It is true that chastisements are  necessary, but every now and then, when my fury advances, it is necessary that you break it; otherwise, my  daughter, how many more scourges I would send!” And while He was saying this, I seemed to see Him, all  tired, saying, while moaning: “My daughter…”; or: “My children, poor children of mine, how reduced I see  you!” And to my surprise He made me understand that after He had calmed down a little bit, He was to resume 

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His fury to continue the chastisements, and that this had only served not to make Him rage too much against the  people. Ah, Lord, placate Yourself and have mercy on those whom You Yourself call “my children”! 

July 14, 1900 

The decree of chastisements is signed… 

It seems I have spent a few days without being immersed in the lethargy of sleep, and together with  blessed Jesus a little bit, giving a little refreshment to each other. But how I fear that He may plunge me again  into that sleep so profound. 

Then, this morning, after He refreshed me with milk that flowed from His mouth by pouring it into me,  and I refreshed Him by removing the crown of thorns from His head to drive it onto mine, all afflicted He told  me: “My daughter, the decree of chastisements is signed; there is nothing left but to decide the time of the  execution.” 

July 16, 1900 

Chastisements serve the good of creatures. 

This morning my adorable Jesus was not coming. After much waiting He came and told me: “My  daughter, the best thing for you is to commend yourself to Me and to my Will, so that, by commending yourself  to Me, since I am peace, even if you saw Me send chastisements you would remain at peace, without feeling  any disturbance.” And I: ‘Ah, Lord, You always get there – to chastisements. Placate Yourself once and for  all, and no more scourges. Besides, I cannot commend myself to your Will in this regard.’ And He added: “I  cannot placate Myself. What would you say if you saw someone naked who, instead of covering his nakedness,  paid attention to adorning himself with trinkets, leaving the parts most necessary exposed to nakedness?” And  I: ‘I would be horrified at seeing him, and I would certainly blame him.’ And He: “Well then, such are souls. 

Completely naked, they have no more virtues to cover them, therefore it is necessary that I beat them, scourge  them, deprive them, so as to make them come back to their senses and realize the nakedness of their souls, for  this is more necessary than the body. And if I did not do this, I would be paying attention to trinkets, like the  person you blamed, which are the things that refer to the body, and I would not be paying attention to the most  essential thing - the soul, which they have reduced to being so monstrous as to no longer be recognizable.” 

After this, it seemed He had a little rope in His hand, and passing it behind my neck He bound me, and  then bound His neck to that same rope. He did the same to the heart and the hands, and by this, He seemed to  bind me completely to His Will. Having done this, He disappeared. 

July 17, 1900 

Luisa gives a relief to Jesus. He makes her consider the chastisements He holds back. 

Having received Communion, I did not see blessed Jesus as I usually do. Then, after waiting for a long  time, I felt I was going outside of myself and I found Him. As I saw Him, He said to me: “Daughter, I was  waiting for you to be able to rest a little bit in you, for I cannot take any more. O please, give Me a relief!” 

Immediately I took Him in my arms to content Him, and I saw that He had a deep wound on His  shoulder, which aroused compassion and repugnance at the sight. So He rested for a few minutes, and then,  after that brief rest, I looked and I saw that that wound was almost healed. So, amid amazement and  stupefaction, and seeing Him more relieved, I plucked up courage and I said to Him: ‘Blessed Lord, my poor  heart is tormented by a fear – that You do not love me any more. I fear I have incurred your indignation and  this is why You no longer come as before, You do not pour your bitternesses into me, and you no longer give  me my good, which is suffering; and by denying this to me, You come to deny me Yourself. O please! Give  peace to a poor heart! Tell me, assure me, swear to me – do You love me? Do You continue loving me?’ And  He: “Yes, yes, yes, I love you.” And I: ‘How can I be sure of this, since when one really loves somebody,  whatever he wants one gives him? But I say to You: “Do not chastise the people”, and You chastise them.

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“Pour your bitternesses [into me]”, and You do not pour them; on the contrary, it seems that this time You are  going too far. So, how can I rely on your loving me?’ And He: “My daughter, you take into account the  chastisements I send, but those which I hold back you take into no account. How many more chastisements I  would have sent, how many more slaughters, and how much more blood I would have caused to be shed, if I  had no regard for those few who love Me, and whom I love with a special love?” 

Then, after this, it seemed that Jesus set on His way to go there where slaughters of human flesh were  occurring. I wanted to follow Him, but it was not given to me to do it, and to my highest sorrow I found myself  inside myself. 

July 18, 1900 

The sins of the people fall upon them and cause their ruin. 

As I was in my usual state, I saw my adorable Jesus for just a little, all afflicted inside my heart, and I  also saw many people committing many sins. These sins were setting out toward me to come to wound my  beloved Lord even inside my heart, but Jesus would push them away from Himself, and they would come to fall  upon the people themselves, and in falling upon them they would form their own ruin, changing into many  kinds of scourges over the peoples, such as to horrify the hardest hearts. Then, all grieved, Jesus told me: “My  daughter, to what extent reaches the blindness of men – while they try to wound Me, they wound themselves  with their own hands.” 

July 19, 1900 

Luisa offers herself to suffer, so that people might be spared. 

This morning, after spending the whole night and great part of the morning waiting for my adorable  Jesus, He was not deigning to come. So, tired of waiting for Him, I tried to go out of my usual state, thinking  that it might no longer be Will of God. Almost impatient, while I was trying to go out of it, my benign Jesus  moved within my heart, just barely making Himself seen and looking at me in silence. Impatient as I was, I said  to Him: ‘My good Jesus, how can You be so cruel! Can there be greater cruelty than this – abandoning a soul  prey to the ruthless tyrant of love that makes her live in continuous agony? Oh, how You have changed – from  loving into cruel!’ 

While I was saying this, I saw many mutilated members of people before me, so I added: ‘Ah, Lord,  how much mutilated human flesh! How many bitternesses and pains! Ah, would it not have been a lesser  cruelty if You had satisfied Yourself in this body of mine, by tearing it into as many pieces for as many  divisions as You have caused in these members? Would it not have been a lesser evil to see only one suffer,  rather than many poor peoples?’ While I was saying this, Jesus continued to fix on me, as if He were struck – I  cannot tell whether He was grieved too – and He said to me: “Yet, this is the beginning of the game; this is still  nothing compared to what will come.” Having said this, He flew away from my sight, without letting me see  Him any more, leaving me in a sea of bitternesses. 

July 21, 1900 

Necessity of purification. 

After spending one day being dozy and so sleepy that I could not understand myself, having received  Communion, I felt I was going outside of myself, but I could not find my highest and only Good, so I began to  go round and round in a delirium. While doing this, I felt there was someone in my arms, completely veiled, in  such a way that I could not see who he was. So, unable to refrain any longer, I tore that veil and I saw my  longed-for All. On seeing Him, I felt I wanted to burst into complaints and nonsense, but in order to break my  impatience and my delirium, Jesus gave me a kiss. That kiss infused in me life, calm, and broke my impatience,  so much so, that I was unable to say anything any more. Then, forgetting all my miseries - and I have many - I  remembered the poor people, and I said to Jesus: ‘Placate Yourself, spare so many peoples torments so cruel.

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Let us go together where such things are happening, that we may comfort and console those poor Christians who are in such a sad state.’ And He: “My daughter, I do not want to take you, for your heart would not bear  seeing such a harrowing slaughter.” And I: ‘Ah, Lord, how is it that You have permitted this?’ And He: “It is  necessary, absolutely, for the sake of purgation in every place, because in the field sowed by Me weeds and  thorns have grown so much as to become trees. And these thorny trees do nothing but inundate my field with  poisonous and pestilent waters, to the point that if some ear of grain remains intact, it receives nothing but  punctures and stench, so much so, that it is impossible for more ears to germinate – first, because they lack the  ground, which is occupied by so many noxious plants; second, because of the continuous punctures they 

receive, which give them no peace. So, behold the necessity of the slaughter – to root out so many bad plants;  and of shedding of blood – to purge my field of those poisonous and pestilent waters. Therefore, do not want to  grow sad at this beginning, because not only there where I have sent chastisements, but in all other places is  purgation needed.” 

Who can say the consternation of my heart in hearing this speaking of Jesus? So, again, I insisted that I  wanted to go see, but Jesus, not listening to me, disappeared. Left alone, I took my way to go there, but I found  now an Angel, who would make me go back, and now purging souls, to the point that I was forced to return into  myself. 

July 25, 1900 

There is no cruelty at all in Jesus; everything is love. 

This morning my adorable Jesus came and made me see a machine in which it seemed that many human  members were being crushed, as well as something like two signs of chastisements in the air - chastisements  that struck terror. Who can say the consternation of my heart in seeing all this? But blessed Jesus, seeing me  so embittered, told me: “My daughter, let us move what so much afflicts us away from us for a little while, and  let us cheer each other by playing together a little bit.” 

Who can say what passed between Jesus and me in this game – the finesses of love, the stratagems, the  kisses and the caresses that we gave each other? However, my beloved Jesus surpassed me because, being very  weak, I would faint; so much so, that unable to contain within myself what He was giving me, I said: ‘My  beloved, enough, enough, for I can take no more – I faint; my poor heart is not so large as to be capable of  receiving so much; so enough for now.’ Then, wanting to scold me because of my speaking of the other day,  sweetly He said to me: “Let me hear your complaints. Tell Me, tell Me: am I cruel? Has my love changed  into cruelty for you?” And I, all blushing, said: ‘No, Lord, You are not cruel when You come, but when You  do not come, then I will say that You are cruel.’ Smiling at my words, He added: “You still keep saying that I  am cruel when I do not come? No, no, there can be no cruelty at all in Me - everything is love; and know that if  it is as you say, my very being cruel is greater love.” 

July 27, 1900 

Visions of attacks against the Church and of persecutions in China. 

I was all worried about my miserable state, especially that it might no longer be Will of God, and I  considered my scarce suffering and His continuous privation a sure sign of this. Now, while I was wearing out  my little brain over this and I struggled to snap out of it, my always good Jesus made Himself seen like a flash,  saying to me: “My daughter, what do you want Me to do? Tell Me – I will do what you want.” At such an  unexpected proposal, I did not know what to say; I felt such confusion over the fact that blessed Jesus would  have to do what I wanted - while it is I who must do what He wants - that I remained mute. So, seeing that I  was not saying anything, He escaped like a flash, and I, running after that light, found myself outside of myself. 

But I did not find Him, so I wandered around the earth, the heavens, the stars, calling Him now with my voice,  now with my singing, thinking to myself that on hearing my voice and my singing blessed Jesus would be  wounded and I would find Him with certainty. 

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Now, while wandering around, I saw the cruel torment that continues in the war of China – churches  knocked down, images of Our Lord thrown to the ground… And this is nothing yet. That which frightened me  the most was to see that if now this is done by barbarians, by secular, later it will be done by false religious  who, removing their masks and letting themselves be known for who they are, uniting with the open enemies of  the Church, will launch such an attack as to be incredible to the human mind. Oh, how many more cruel  torments! It seems that they have sworn among themselves to end it with the Church. But the Lord will take  revenge over them by destroying them; so, blood on one side, and blood on the other.  

Then I found myself inside a garden which seemed to be the Church, and inside of it there was a crowd  of people in the appearance of dragons, of vipers and of other raging beasts, which devastated that garden, and  then went outside, forming the ruin of the peoples. Now, while I was seeing this, I found my beloved Lord in  my arms, and I said: ‘Finally You have let Yourself be found. Are You really my dear Jesus?’ And He: “Yes,  yes, I am your Jesus.” And I wanted to tell Him to spare so many people, but He, not paying attention to me in  this, all afflicted, added: “My daughter, I am quite tired; let us go into your bed to rest if you want Me to  remain with you.” And I, fearing that He might leave, kept silent, allowing Him to fall asleep. Then, after a  little while, He reentered into my interior, leaving me reassured, yes, but highly afflicted. 

July 30, 1900 

Luisa stops the sword of Justice. 

I spent one night and one day being restless. From the very beginning I felt I was going outside of  myself, without being able to find my adorable Jesus; I could see nothing but things that struck terror and fright  in me. I could see that a fire was flaring up in Italy, and another one had flared up in China, and little by little,  uniting together, they were blending into one. In this fire I could see the king of Italy who had suddenly died by  a trick, and this was the means to ignite and expand the fire. In sum, I could see a revolt, a tumult, a killing of  people. After having seen these things, I felt I was inside myself and I felt my soul being tortured, to the point  of feeling I was dying; more so, since I could not see my adorable Jesus. Then, after much waiting, He made  Himself seen with a sword in His hand, in the act of throwing it over the people. All frightened, and made a  little daring, I took the sword in my hand, telling Him: ‘Lord, what are You doing? Don’t You see how many  disasters will occur if You throw this sword? What grieves me the most is that I see that You are putting Italy  in the middle. Ah, Lord, placate Yourself, have pity on your images! And if You say that You love me, spare  me this bitter sorrow.’ And while saying this, I held on to that sword as tightly as I could. 

Heaving a sigh, all afflicted, Jesus said to me: “My daughter, let it go - let it fall upon the people, for I  can take no more.” And I, holding it more tightly: ‘I cannot let it go, I do not have the heart to do it.’ And He: “Have I not told you many times that I am forced not to let you see anything, otherwise I am not free to do what  I want?” And while saying this, He lowered His arm with the sword, and placed Himself in the act of calming  His fury. 

After a little while He disappeared from me, and I was left with the fear that, who knows, without letting  me see it, He might pull the sword away from me and throw it over the people. Oh, God! What a heartbreak,  the mere remembering! 

August 1, 1900 

The Humanity of Jesus is the mirror of the Divinity. Chastisements. 

My adorable Jesus continues to come only very few times, and for a short time. This morning I felt all  annihilated and I almost did not dare to go in search of my highest Good; but, always benign, He came, and  wanting to infuse trust in me, told me: “My daughter, there is no one who can stand before my Majesty and  purity; rather, all are forced to be terrified and struck by the thunderbolt of my sanctity. Man would almost  want to flee from Me, because his misery is such and so great, that he does not have the courage to stand before  the Divine Being. And here is why, giving the field to my mercy, I took on my Humanity which, tempering the  rays of the Divinity, is the means to infuse in man trust and courage to come to Me. Placing himself before my 

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Humanity, which spreads temperate rays of the Divinity, man has the good of being able to purify, sanctity and  even divinize himself in my very deified Humanity.  

Therefore, you - remain always before my Humanity, keeping it as a mirror through which you will  clean all of your stains; not only this, but as a mirror through which, by reflecting yourself in it, you will acquire  beauty, and little by little you will keep adorning yourself in my own likeness. In fact, it is a property of a  mirror to make an image appear within it, similar to that of the one who is reflecting himself in it. If such is the  material mirror, much more so the divine, because my Humanity serves man as mirror in order to reflect my  Divinity. And here is how all goods come to man from my Humanity.” 

While He was saying this, I felt such trust being infused in me, that the thought came to me of wanting  to talk to Him about the chastisements – who knows, He might grant me audience, and I might reach the intent  of placating Him completely. But while I was about to do it, He disappeared like a flash, and running after  Him, my soul found herself outside of myself. But I was unable to find Him any more, and to my highest  sorrow I saw many people entering prisons; others, sectarians, going out to make attempts on the lives of other  kings and of other leaders. I saw that they were consumed with rage because they still lack the means to come  out into the midst of the peoples and make a slaughter. Yet, their time will come. Then, afterwards, I found  myself inside myself, all oppressed and afflicted. 

August 3, 1900 

God operates where there is nothing. 

As I was in my usual state, I was longing and searching for my loving Jesus. Then, after I waited for  Him for a long time, He came and told me: “My daughter, why do you look for Me outside of yourself, while  you could find Me more easily within yourself? When you want to find Me, enter into yourself, go deep into  your ‘nothing’, and there, without yourself, in the most tiny circle of your ‘nothing’, you will see the  foundations that the Divine Being laid within you, as well as the factories It raised in you. Look and see.” 

I looked again and I saw solid foundations and very high walls that reached up to the heavens; but that  which stupefied me was to see that the Lord had done this beautiful work upon my nothing, and the walls were  all walled up, with no openings. One could see only one opening in the vault, which corresponded only to  Heaven, and in this opening dwelled Our Lord, upon a stable column that rose out of the foundations, formed  over nothing. Now, while I was looking, all stupefied, blessed Jesus added: “The foundations formed over  nothing mean that the Divine Hand operates there where there is nothing, and It never mixes Its works with  material works. The walls without openings around mean that the soul must have no correspondence with  earthly things, in such a way that there may be no danger that even a little bit of dust may enter, because  everything is walled up well. The only correspondence that these walls allow is with Heaven – that is, from  nothing to Heaven, from Heaven to nothing; and this is the meaning of the opening made in the vault. The  stability of the column means that the soul is so stable in good that there is no contrary wind that can move her. 

And my dwelling upon it is the sure sign that the work done is fully divine.” 

Who can say what I understood about this? But my mind gets lost and is unable to say anything. May  the Lord be always blessed, and may everything be for His glory and honor. 

August 9, 1900 

Everything that one wants, one must want because God wants it. 

This morning my adorable Jesus was not coming, so I waited for a long time. Then He made Himself  seen for just a little and told me: “Just as a musical instrument resounds pleasant to the hearing of one who  listens to it, so do your desires, your waiting, your sighs, your tears resound to my hearing like a melody of the  most pleasant. But so that it may descend more sweet and delightful, I want to teach you another way – that is,  to desire Me not as your desire, but as my desire, because I greatly love to manifest Myself to you. In sum,  everything you want and desire, you must want and desire because I want it – that is, taking it from within Me 

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and making it your own. In this way your melody will be more delightful to my hearing, because it is a melody  that has come out of Myself.” 

Then He added: “Everything that comes from Me enters into Me. This is why men complain that they  do not obtain easily what they ask for – because those are not things that come from Me; and not being things  that come from Me, they cannot easily enter into Me and then come out to give themselves to them. In fact,  what comes from Me and enters into Me is all that is holy, pure and celestial. Now, what is the wonder if  audience is precluded to them since what they ask for is not so? Therefore, you - keep well in mind that all that  comes from God enters into God.” 

Who can say what I understood about these few words? But I have no words to be able to explain  myself. Ah, Lord, give me the grace to ask for all that is holy, and that it be your desire and Will, so that You  may communicate Yourself to me more abundantly. 

August 19, 1900 

Sterile love and operative love. 

This morning, after I received Communion, my beloved Jesus made Himself seen in the act of wanting  to instruct me. Making as though an example, He told me: “My daughter, if a young man got married, and  taken by love for him, his wife wanted to be always with him, without detaching herself for one moment,  without caring about the other duties of a wife to make this young man happy, what would he say? He would  appreciate her love, but he would certainly not be content with her conduct, because this way of loving would  be nothing but a sterile, infertile love, which would bring harm rather than fruit to that poor young man. And  little by little this strange love would cause him bother rather than delight, because all the satisfaction of this  love is of the young lady. And since a sterile love has no wood with which to nourish the fire, very soon it  reduces itself to ashes, because only an operative love is lasting, while other loves fly into the wind like smoke,  and then one reaches the point of becoming annoyed, and of not caring about, and maybe even despising, that  which one loved so much. 

Such is the conduct of those souls who care only about themselves – that is, about their satisfaction,  about fervors, and anything that pleases them – saying that this is love for Me, while it is all their satisfaction. In fact, one can see from their deeds that they do not care about my interests and the things that belong to Me;  and if what satisfies them is missing, they no longer care about Me, and they even reach the point of offending  Me. Ah, daughter, only an operative love is that which distinguishes the true from the false lovers – everything  else is smoke!” 

While He was saying this, I saw some people, and it was as if I wanted to pay attention to them, but  Jesus distracted me from this by saying to me: “Do not want to meddle in other people’s business; let us leave  them alone, because everything has its time. When the time of judgment comes, then will be the time to discern  all things, which will be sifted well, so that one will come to recognize the grain, the straws and the sterile and  noxious seeds. Oh, how many things that appear to be grain will be found straws and sterile seeds on that day,  worthy only of being thrown into the fire!” 

August 20, 1900 

Jesus looks at the world from within Luisa. 

This morning my adorable Jesus was not coming. Then, after much waiting, when my poor heart could  take no more, He made Himself seen within my interior, and told me: “My daughter, do not want to afflict  yourself because you do not see Me, for I am inside of you; and from here, through you, I am looking at the  world.” Then He continued making Himself seen every now and then, without telling me anything else. 

August 24, 1900 

Everything turns into good for one who truly loves Jesus.

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Having spent one day being restless, I felt all full of temptations and sins. Oh God, what a harrowing  pain it is to offend You! I did as much as I could to remain in God, to resign myself to His Holy Will, to offer  Him that very restless state for love of Him, to not pay attention to the enemy, showing highest indifference, so  that I would not incite him myself to tempt me more. But in spite of all this, I could not help hearing the  murmuring that the enemy provoked around me. So, finding myself in my usual state, I did not dare to desire  my beloved Jesus, so ugly and miserable did I see myself. But, always benign with this sinner, without my  asking He came, and as though compassionating me, told me: “My daughter, courage, do not fear. Don’t you  know that certain cold and mighty waters are more powerful in purging one of the slightest spot than fire itself? 

And then, everything turns into good for one who really loves Me.” Having said this, He disappeared, leaving  me reassured, yes, but weak, as if I had suffered a fever. 

August 30, 1900 

Luisa goes to Purgatory to relieve the king of Italy. 

Having gone through several days of privation and of bitterness – at the most, I saw Him a few times  like shadow and flash – this morning I was at the summit of bitterness; and not only this, but it was as if I had  lost the hope of seeing Him again. Then, after I received Communion, it seemed to me that the confessor was  placing the intention of the crucifixion, and blessed Jesus, to let me obey, made Himself seen and shared His  pains with me. In the meantime I saw the Queen Mama who, taking me, offered me to Him so that He would  placate Himself. And Jesus, having regard for His Mama, accepted the offer and seemed to placate Himself a  little. 

After this, the Queen Mama said to me: “Do you want to come to Purgatory to relieve the king of the  horrible pains he is in?” And I: ‘My Mama, as He wants.’ In an instant She took me, and flying She  transported me into a place of atrocious torments, all mortal; and that miserable one was there, going from one  torment to another. It seemed that for as many souls as had been lost because of him, so many deaths was he  supposed to suffer. Then, after I went through several of those torments myself, he was relieved a little bit. 

Again, the Queen Mama took me away from that place of pains, and I found myself inside myself. 

August 31, 1900 

In the interior souls there cannot be disturbance. 

As I was in my usual state and since my adorable Jesus was not coming, I was all afflicted and a little  concerned about why He was not coming. Then, after much waiting and waiting, He came, and seeing that  Blood was pouring from His hands, I prayed that from His left hand He would pour Blood over the world, for  sinners who were about to die and were at risk of being lost; and from His right hand He would pour His Blood  over Purgatory. Listening to me benignly, He stirred Himself and poured Blood over both places. 

After this, He said to me: “My daughter, in the interior souls there cannot be disturbance, and if it enters  into them, it is because the soul goes outside of herself. To do this is to act as her own executioner, because by  going outside of herself she clings to many things which do not regard nor belong to God; and sometimes,  things which do not regard even the true good of the soul. So, returning into herself and bringing things that are  extraneous to her, she herself torments herself, and with this, she comes to make herself infirm, and also grace. 

Therefore, remain always within yourself and you will always be calm." 

Who can say with what clarity I understood this, and how I found truth in these words of Jesus? Ah,  Lord, if You please to instruct me, give me the grace to profit from your holy instructions, otherwise everything  will be for my condemnation. 

September 1, 1900 

Obedience puts peace between God and the soul.

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Since He was still not coming, I kept saying: ‘My good Jesus, do not make me wait so long. This  morning I don’t feel like getting upset and looking for You so much, to the point of tiring myself. Come once  and for all, quickly quickly – as simple as that.’ And in seeing that He was not coming, I kept saying: ‘It shows  that You want me to get tired and even reach the point of getting upset; otherwise You do not come.’ 

While I was saying this and other nonsense, He came and told me: “Would you be able to tell Me what  it is that maintains the correspondence between the soul and God?” And I, but always through a light that came  from Him, said: ‘Prayer’. And Jesus, approving of my answer, added: “But what is it that draws God to  intimate conversation with the soul?” I did not know what to answer, but immediately the light moved in my  intellect, and I said: ‘If vocal prayer serves to maintain the correspondence, certainly interior meditation must  serve as nourishment in order to maintain the conversation between God and the soul.’ 

Content with that, He continued: “Now, would you be able to tell Me what it is that breaks the sweet  contrasts, and removes the loving discontents which may arise between God and the soul?” Since I did not  answer, He Himself said: “My daughter, only obedience has this office, because she alone decides about the  things pertaining to Me and the soul. And when some contrasts arise, or when some discontent comes to  mortify the soul, as obedience arises, she breaks the contrasts, removes the discontents, and puts peace between  God and the soul.” 

And I: ‘Ah, Lord, many times it seems that obedience herself does not want to meddle in it, remaining  indifferent; and the poor soul is forced to remain in that state of contrasts and of huffiness.’ And Jesus: “She  does so for a certain time, because she too wants to delight in being present at those loving contrasts; but then  she assumes her office and pacifies everything. Therefore, obedience gives peace to the soul and to God.” 

Having said this, He disappeared. 

September 4, 1900 

Impurities and good works done badly are a disgusting and insipid food for Jesus. 

After I received Communion, my adorable Jesus transported me outside of myself, making Himself seen  highly afflicted and embittered. I prayed Him to pour His bitternesses into me, but Jesus would not pay  attention to me; however, as I insisted, after a long time He pleased to pour. After He had poured a little bit of  bitterness, I asked: ‘Lord, don’t You feel better now?’ And He: “Yes, but it was not what I poured that gave  Me so much pain; rather, it was a disgusting and insipid food that does not let Me rest.” And I: ‘Pour a little  into me, so You will be relieved a little.’ And He: “If I cannot digest it and bear it, how could you?” And I: ‘I  know that my weakness is great, but You will give me grace and strength, and so I will be able to contain it  within myself.’ I understood, however, that the disgusting food was the impurities, and the insipid food was the  good works done badly, all scrambled, which are rather of bother and of weight for Our Lord. He almost  despises receiving them, and unable to bear them, He wants to pour them out of His mouth. Who knows how  many of mine there are too! 

So, almost forced by me, He also poured a little bit of that food. How right Jesus was! – the bitter was  more tolerable than that disgusting and insipid food! If it were not for love of Him, I would not have accepted it  at any cost. 

After this, blessed Jesus placed His arm behind my neck, and leaning His head on my shoulder, He  placed Himself in the act of wanting to take rest. While He was resting, I felt I was in a place in which there  were many movable tiles, and underneath them, the abyss. Fearing I might fall, I woke Him up, invoking His  help, and He said to me: “Do not fear, this is the path that all cover. It takes nothing but all of one’s attention;  and since the majority walk carelessly, this is why many fall into the abyss and few are those who reach the  harbor of salvation.” After this, He disappeared and I found myself inside myself. 

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