SENTIMENTS OF THE SOUL - 1943
April 3 - First Saturday
daughter, raise your his eyes to Heaven, have courage, Jesus will
sustain you. The end is approaching. The
will be fierce.
daughter, my daughter, if you were loved by the world you would not
be as Jesus. Some firm and strong friends remain for you, like your
Spouse Jesus. Cheer up, beloved! What a great grace for you to
Little daughter, little daughter, cheer up: how many, how many after
your death will weep over their faults, their sins! How many, how
many after your death will want to speak with you, to ask you for
forgiveness because they had hounded you and fought you!
Little daughter, little daughter, tell your Dear Father (Padre
Pinho) that, while still on earth, many will ask him for
forgiveness; that his humility will be exalted. Tell him that all
this suffering has purified his heart and his soul, which is now
more pure than gold. Tell him that he had to undergo go all this
harassment so that the Cause of Jesus shines as I will it to shine.
Tell him that I love him passionately and that I have him under the
protection of my divine love. O my beloved little daughter, tell
your dear Father that his place in Heaven is reserved next to the
Blessed Trinity. Tell him that all this fight on earth is coming to
an end. Do you trust me, do you trust me, my daughter?
my Jesus, how could I not trust on You? You do not deceive! Whoever
trusted you and was confused? Be our strength, Jesus, and stop so
— Bend down, my blessed Mother, stoop to kiss and hug your little
daughter, my spouse and my crucified one.
— Heavenly Mother, look after me, look after my dear Father, look
after those I love. Between Jesus and Heavenly Mother I am safe; I
am not in danger.
— Little daughter, speak to your doctor (Dr. Dias de Azevedo), tell
him that he will stay in Heaven alongside his wife, surrounded by
all his children as a chorus of angels; it is the prize of his
fidelity to my grace.
— Jesus, Heavenly Mother, do not separate Yourself from me any more!
not be afraid, you're not alone. The time will come when the whole
world will want to put itself under your grace, your purity, your
love for Jesus.
Jesus, I am humiliated. Prostrate at your divine feet I feel
ashamed. But may everything You will come about, and may everything
be as You say.
— Beloved of Jesus, beloved of Mary, beloved of the Holy Trinity,
beloved of the whole heavenly Court.
Jesus, I am a filthy rag on which all wipe their feet, how can You
say such beautiful things about me?!... Thank you, my love.
After receiving our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament and after making
many requests, I said Him, Do You give peace, do You give peace, my
— Yes, my daughter, yes. I give peace, not because the world
deserves it, but because you ask me for it so much, my little crazy
one, my beloved. Trust, trust!
May 1 - First Saturday
daughter, my daughter, how beautiful is a soul in grace! What
beauty, what charms are those of a spouse of Jesus! Jesus fell in
love with His Alexandrina, and prepared her so that she might be His
richest tabernacle on earth. Cheer up, my little crazy one, cheer up
with your Jesus.
the world say what it likes, do what it likes, Jesus is yours, all
yours, you belong to Him, wholly to Him. The blindness of the
disciples of Jesus, and of those who all themselves friends, grieves
Me more than the crimes of sinners. Jesus sacrifices His victims to
save them. Yet many who have always had the divine light do not want
it, do not search for it, they try to undermine the most sublime
plans of Jesus, those for whom He has prepared the riches of earth,
the greatest glory for Himself and for the benefit of souls.
Courage, courage, little daughter, who possesses Jesus doesn’t fear,
who has Him has all power.
Courage, courage, O my beloved: these are the last battles: after
them comes Heaven!
Tell, O little daughter, tell your dear Father that although Jesus
does not want new examinations, He will consent to them, but here
in the place where He has put you. They are hard trials for you and
for him, but indeed it is also the greatest proof of the love that
Jesus has for his little crazy one and her director, chosen by Him.
Tell him that I love you and I am with you.
Speak, my little daughter, tell your doctor that he was the favorite
to take on so noble a mission, that I want him to conduct it
forcefully, showing himself to the doctors and to the world as a
brave soldier who fears nothing. He is a warrior in the Cause of
Jesus. I want him to go forward: the doctors may diagnose you, but
they must approach with wisdom.
my Jesus, and You, don’t fail me with your divine grace and
— No, no, dear little girl, trust in your Jesus and in your dear
heavenly Mother, who won’t fail to lavish you with the grace and
strength of Heaven.
— Thank you, my Jesus, I trust in you, I am only misery. I want to
forget what I am to trust only in you.
Jesus, give me strength to open my heart more fully with You this
time. It is the little daughter who comes to her Father to ask for
help in her fight for life.
the thorns that hurt me and the steep slopes of my Calvary lead me
to the greatest disappointment, leave me on the ground in the
darkest night and in the most acute and profound sufferings, I know
that on the other hand, the sweet and gentle voice that I hear
repeatedly ("Courage, my daughter, because it is for Me; cheer up,
because it is Jesus!") requires me to rise and to press on though
exhausted. Jesus calls me, He wants His souls. And in which
direction am I going? Poor as I am, I’m blind and can see nothing.
I struggle to my feet, I have no light for the way, I do not hear
your divine voice calling me. My God, if You fail me, I have nobody!
Have compassion on me, let me see how what the men took away from me
leads me by a right and safe path to your divine Heart. How many
hate and despise me! How many taunt me!
ask myself saying: What harm did I do them?, and what comes to mind
is: What did Jesus do that was wrong except to love us and to die
for us? And then I feel obliged to forgive them and to repeat often:
Forgive them, my Jesus, allow them to be converted and inflamed with
your divine love.
only You, my love, know my pain and bitterness. I feel so alone! A
fire that burned and destroyed everything surrounded me. I lost
everything. But not You, my Jesus, You come down from Heaven to
earth, to my room in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass...
longing, what pain: they stole everything that was mine! Have pity,
Jesus, for this little breath of life which is no longer even like
that of a person in agony who can only breathe sporadically. Look,
Jesus, is even worse. My breathing is slow, it seems to take days
and days, and this is how I am losing my life. I am a light that
goes out never to be lit again. It seems that my eyes have lost the
light of the earth; I cannot live the human life. But despite all
this I trust in You. Let my confidence stretch as far as it can: let
it grow as vast as possible.
was in your blessed arms that I delivered myself and in your most
holy Heart that I made my home. To live and to die with You how
sweet it is, my Jesus! What more is yet to come? Come what will
come, bound with the chains of your love I fear nothing.
storm does not cease. I hear the howl of the angry and destructive
winds. I hear the echo of the thunder that is shaking everything.
me, O Jesus, or rather, allow me to fix forever my gaze into your
divine eyes so that I never withdraw them from You, so that I see
the whole martyrdom as coming from You, and so that I don’t fear
anything, but that I remain strong with You. I wish to fear only sin
and always have before me my misery. What am I without Jesus? How
can I respond to that love without equal with which I have been
loved? Poor me! How did I dare to offend You?
daughter, my daughter, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, because you
have nothing to fear. You have in you the power of Heaven and earth.
The Flesh and the Blood of Jesus is your food. Carve in your heart
my divine Image and at the moments of your affliction look at it and
contemplate Me crucified. Have courage! It is the wave of crimes
that spreads over the world. Feel pity for my pain. Make reparation
to Me, my daughter, pray for sinners. Have courage! My divine Will
will be fulfilled. My daughter, my daughter, my love!
was hugging me, He was caressing me, He was kissing me and, at the
same time that I was receiving the kisses of Jesus, I felt strength
entering my heart. Oh, how good is Jesus! How He and only He is the
strength of the weak ones!