BLESSED ALEXANDRINAíS WRITINGS
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Sooner or later it will be necessary to adopt a less random
criterion for the choice of texts for the Monthly Page than has been
the case so far. But for the moment it will be as usual.
And, though not customary, I dedicate the text this month to a
Brazilian Catholic Association, the Comunidade Servir. This
community, which is making great efforts to promulgate Blessed
Alexandrina, values both Reparation and the Eucharist. During this
month, February, the Association will have a large meeting, and we
wish it the greatest success. Here we stress the aspect of
I will praise the Lord.
received from Jesus, in this blessed month of our dear heavenly
Mother, another gift which came to open the grave for me, and
present me with more thorns to pierce the wound of my heart, which
is always bleeding, and not allowing it to heal. From time to time
it grows in intensity.
I will always praise
Jesus and our heavenly Mother, but I confess that if it were not for
the graces of Heaven, I would have perished in despair.
What a great love is
that of Jesus! How great is my debt toYou, my love! With You I have
always won and always will win! I have no word of complaint to utter;
indeed I deserve still more for my misery.
I am like a little dove,
with its beak open, flapping its wings about and getting lost
because it has nowhere to land.
I thirst for light, I
thirst for comfort.
Since on earth all
paths are blocked to me, let me, Jesus, let me, Heavenly Mother,
enter into Your most loving Hearts; even if I do not feel anything,
let me at least be certain that I live in them.
There I am free from
hatred and persecution; there I am sure that I love You and that I
do not offend You.
If only my body could
plunge into darkness, like my soul, so that it would never again be
seen or remembered, thus I would die, and not be spoken of again,
just as my Bishop wishes. It is with love that I accept and obey his
orders. I do not harbour the least shadow of hatred against him or
his companions. Rather, I said:
My Jesus, have mercy on
them, they donít understand, they donít know the sufferings of the
My Jesus, if only I
could prostrate myself before You and, with hands raised, I knew how
to thank You for the gifts that You give me!
When my heart was
bleeding with pain, I could not pray the 'Magnificat' with my lips,
but prayed it in my mind.
Give me strength, Jesus,
to suffer, do not condemn me, the judgement of the men is worth
nothing except to further my martyrdom.
Those men made me
suffer today, so that I became more like Jesus and accompanied Him
on the way to Calvary.
And there I went, bound
with ropes, but also with love, tied to the cross. I am a victim of
the opinions of men, I am the victim of the tears of my relatives.
If only I could suffer alone!
I will praise the Lord,
I do not want to lose a moment.
My glances are not my
own. They fix, full of tenderness, on one or another heart that has
allowed itself to be swayed by glances so full of sweetness and
love. The glances do not look equally at everybody; the hearts,
their correspondence, this is what makes them deserve everything
that these glances contain.
I had so much to say on
this point! There are so many who I wished to attract and embrace!
What is this, my Jesus?
It is always my cross. In this joint suffering, my Calvary with that
of Jesus, my heart, oppressed with the overwhelming weight of the
stifling pain, didnít resist.
Will I win, Jesus? Will
I be able to cope? Only with You. Save me. I am afraid.
To feel so deeply my
abandonment and that of Jesus! My body was bleeding, shedding the
last drops of blood.
Then He came.
- I love you so much, my daughter! I espoused you to Myself and your
Calvary is mine. Have courage. The thorns that hurt you were mine.
The whips that lash you were mine, mine too was the cross.
Love was the cause of
the thorns, the lashings, the cross of Calvary, of death. Love
nailed Me to the cross, it fastenes Me still in the sacrifice of the
Mass until the end of time. And you, my beautiful dove, on you was
my image also fastened; I locked you up in the love of my Divine
Heart, locked you up with the love of souls. I allowed you to be
hurt, my beloved; each thorn that wounds you removes one from my
sacred head and from my Divine Heart. Do you see how many I have!
Jesus showed me his
sacred head and his Divine Heart. What a great and very sharp hedge
wounded Him! I was so sorry for Jesus and I said to Him:
I accept everything
that is pain, I want to take from You all these thorns and not leave
any trace of the injuries.
I began to take spines
from Jesus and dispose of them. In a few moments all had disappeared
and neither the head nor the sacred Divine Heart were wounded: there
was no sign of blood. Everything had disappeared.
- Do you see, my dear
spouse, how your new suffering removed all the wounds that I had?
Courage! Take heart! I do not fail. To doubt Me is to offend Me.
Even if I said to you
that what I promise will come soon, I donít deceive you, I donít
deceive you even if it takes years, because the years, compared to
eternity, represent a moment. But I donít delay, trust Me.
I leave you, my
daughter, a little more freed from the devil; in order for you to
survive, I need to work miracles. If you knew, when you fight with
the devil, the souls that you wrench from the abysses and lead to
Me! They are firm, they do not offend Me seriously again; they are
To survive your painful
Calvary, I will come to you frequently, but mostly in silence. These
silences are ecstasies of love, but you will always receive from
them all the abundance of my graces, tenderness and love.
You are rich with My
riches, you are full of My virtue. That is why your eyes attract,
have tenderness, have sweetness, are arresting, have love.
That is why your smile
has warmth, has everything that is of Heaven. You donít live, I
live. These qualities are means of salvation and calls for souls.
Isnít it true, my
daughter, that I had in my Calvary two lives, human and divine? Even
in this you are like me. In your Calvary you also have a divine
life; it is Christ who is in you. Donít be afraid.
The divine Gardner
comes to his garden to see the wonders that He planted and the
result of so much work. The King comes to the palace of his spouse,
the divine Redeemer to his redemptrix, the new saviour of humanity.
My wonders are not
hidden in you, I will not permit them to be hidden. They will shine!
They are my glory; they are the salvation of souls. Everything will
be known, my doctor of the divine sciences, everything will be known
in the book of your life.
You are the heroine of
love, the heroine of pain, the heroine of reparation, the heroine of
battles, the queen of heroism.
daughter, receive My divine love. When I come to you in my
colloquies, I join Myself to you with this love. I come and give
life and comfort to your heart and to help you in your darkness.
You are mine always and
I always live in you!