SENTIMENTS OF THE SOUL 1944
For two days I could breathe better: Jesus
deigned to alleviate my sufferings for a while.
Today He overwhelmed
once more with the most loving weight of His cross. I feel myself at
the door of eternity.
Two violent battles with the devil took me
Oh, my God, what tremendous suffering!
I struggled, fought, begged the help of Jesus,
of our Heavenly Mother and of St. Joseph.
Jesus, for the sake of Your Cross, for the sake
of Your love, save me, I do not want to offend You!
The devil provoked me continually, he
threatened me with foul and horrifying words.
I was a monster encased in another even bigger
monster. With my eyes on the crucifix, I repeated dozens and dozens
of times: Jesus, I am your victim.
Enraged, the devil spat on the floor and said
– Worse is still to come. You say you don’t
want to sin, but you look like sin.
I cried with great pain, while I said to Jesus:
Accept my tears, I want each one of them to be a vast ocean of love
in which I can place all Your tabernacles so that they can never
more be more attacked and desecrated by Your children.
The first demonic battle I offered to Jesus for
a priest in great danger, the second I offered for all priests.
The fury of the devil was terrifying. It seemed
to me that I was enshrouded in a fog of darkness that almost
prevented me from seeing. O my Jesus, and the doubts about having
sinned?! I could not remember that I was in the presence of God,
that I had Him within me, that my inner life was with Him. What a
mess! He had seen everything, He had witnessed the most ugly scenes!
After the fight, I could not see or hear
anything, I was dead, at the door of
eternity. It was already night. Jesus came.
– My daughter, there is a great distance
between you and the devil, and I am between you. His threats are
cunning but his power is not anything like he paints and puts you
through. He is halted by Me. I don’t let him get any closer to you.
Courage, my beloved, my beautiful dove. You are
mine, all mine. Your body is pure, innocent, and immaculate for Me.
I was revived then and was able to rest quietly for a while.
Though I was sad during the night, this morning
I prepared myself for Jesus’ visit. But I didn’t know how to welcome
Him. I remembered what had happened and, though a burning desire to
receive Jesus vibrated in my soul, at the same time an immense pain
and confusion left me prostrate.
O my Jesus, not to have a priest to whom I can
confide what has happened!
My Jesus came: I tried to love Him and tell Him
everything. I only wanted to comfort Him and to live for Him. Alas!
I was cold, even icy. My little being, which is a bit of destroyed
dust, already disappearing, was walking, covered by the ashes of
others, so many ashes, a multitude of ashes! And this little one
gives signs of still having life, she is entering, she is burying
herself in that huge cemetery. Deep silence: everything is death,
everything is death.
While I was without light and without life, a
letter came to my hands from one who could tell me things which
alleviated my suffering. I took courage, I felt even joy for few
minutes, a joy that softened my pain and gave me strength for the
big battles that I was to face.
The devil came with his wily arts. He spoke to
me from afar, but spoke outrageously. My God, save me, I said! If
God doesn’t save me, who will? I renewed my offer to be a victim,
and the devil answered me:
– Each time is worse for you, the more you
offend God, more I will fight against you. I shouted to Heaven,
crying, afraid of offending Jesus. I heard the evil spiting and,
full of anger, saying horrible things against me. – You sin, you
sin, etc. – he said. Jesus came at the end of the last battle.
– My daughter, I am in you, always in you; with
you, always with you. Don’t be afraid, I don’t agree that you offend
Me, I cannot allow this, my spouse and my love. You are a victim,
little daughter, let yourself to be immolated for love.
– Yes, my Jesus, but look, my love, conquer in
me. See how the evil one leaves me without the strength to fight. Do
not let me lose confidence in You, my Jesus.
– Confide in me, tell Me that you're mine, tell
Me You love Me and that is enough for Me.
The devil told me that he wasn’t going to leave
me alone and that I would be attacked more strongly, nonetheless he
left immediately. Jesus came and he fled.
During the night I was violently attacked by
the devil. With my eyes raised to Heaven, I called Jesus, I called
our Heavenly Mother, I begged for help. I heard from the evil one
things I had never said or thought in my life. The fight was
tremendous. He told me many times that I had offended God mortally.
I threw myself into Jesus’ arms and into those of our Heavenly
Mother; it seemed me that I was not accepted by Them. Yet I didn’t
cease, when it was possible, to invoke their holy Names. All I heard
was Satan's malicious voice. Then I said to Jesus:
– I place myself on the altar of sacrifice, I
allow myself be sacrificed for love and for souls, whatever form the
immolation may take. I supposed that I was martyr. Willingly I
accepted the martyrdom, whatever it cost, whatever the suffering was
that Jesus willed to give me.
Oh my God, I do not want to sin, to offend
Thee. No, my Jesus!
The fight continued and I had no strength left.
It seemed me that the devil was doing whatever he wanted to with me,
getting everything he desired and that I agreed. Then I heard a
– Enough, enough, Satan! Go back to hell with
your wily and infernal arts. Come, my daughter into my arms, rest in
I felt myself in Jesus’ arms and felt that He
let me enter into his divine Heart while in the distance I heard the
devil howl and scream infrustration. And then I fell asleep in a
great peace, enclosed in the Sacred Heart. The idea of having sinned
tormented me and I was afraid of not being able to receive Jesus for
whom I ever sighed; I looked at a picture of his divine Heart that I
have next to my bed and it seemed He no longer looked at me.
My God, what a life of pain and bitterness!
Alas! I do not know how I can live without Life! O my Jesus, do not
let me stop receiving You; do not consent to my losing You through
Perhaps half an hour after the coming of Jesus
the battles that were to be repeated a few times during the day
began. I felt that I was being tempted by those around me. I was
afraid that the devil might be the cause of losing my union with
Jesus. I could not recall that I am always in his divine presence. I
do not want to separate myself from him, but I feel so threatened. I
feel shattered and humiliated in the presence of my Jesus, from whom
I cannot separate myself. What will be my future, my Jesus!
I cannot look at Jesus, I am ashamed that he
knows my life. What will become of me, my God? I feel obliged to
stop receiving You. The devil continues with his violent attacks. He
throws the worst he can find at my face. Tell me that it's not him
but myself who says and does all these things.
– See how you sin and you have the audacity to
receive the Holy Communion?
And more, and much more. My God, and I live in
your presence! I do not want to separate myself from you, nor want
You to turn You eyes away from me. The horror that my iniquities
cause me almost forces me to say: mountains fall upon me, hide me,
Yesterday, my Jesus, at the end of a tremendous
fight, I heard your sweet voice encouraging me by saying:
– You don’t sin, you don’t sin, my daughter, you give me a great
proof of your love.
Enliven yourself with the words of those who
have the right to encourage you.
Then I felt myself renewed, my Jesus, but for
such a short time! Soon the devil came to tell me things that were
most ugly and to persuade me to doubt You.
Today, preparing myself to receive You, I was
Only You, my Jesus, saw how painful and sad my
Your coming into my heart made everything disappear and revived in
me the greatest cravings and desires to love You. I felt
peace, sweet peace for some time.
Blessed are You, Jesus!
Soon came the pain, the total death I feel
An invisible force is dragging me so that I
don’t notice any signs of life amid the ashes of this huge cemetery.
falling, deep in the ground, right to the bottom, led I don’t know
by whom. I am dead, I have no life.
But, ah! I know well: it is your divine love that leads me, You are
You, they are souls, nothing more.
I trust, Jesus, I trust!