SENTIMENTS OF THE SOUL 1944
26 October
During the night I had a violent fight with the devil. My
God, so many
ugly things, so many gestures and threats and calls for evil! I
do
not know what
he
put in my soul, I do not know the tricks of which he served;
what seemed to me was that my soul had desires of sinning and that
my
lips uttered: I want to sin, I exchange the Heaven, I exchange Jesus
for the pleasures, for
the joys of the world. This
were ticks of the devil; Jesus well knew that I did not want to sin.
Heavenly Mother, keep me, help me, offer me to Jesus as a victim. Tell
Him I don’t renounce the suffering, but that I renounce
the sin. To
sin, no; to love You, yes! To
love Thee, to love Jesus! The
damned in the midst of horrible things, invited me to kiss him. So I
redoubled my forces and threw kisses to the Heavenly Mother and told
Her:
— Give them to Jesus and take them instead me to the tabernacles.

I tried to enter me as closely as possible and then to kiss the
Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, rich treasure that I possess. The
devil retreated showing himself glad because he has taken me to the
point he wanted and stated me I had sinned gravely. Despite
my efforts not to offend My Jesus, I was sad and doubtful. Closely
joined to the tabernacles, but embarrassed in front of Jesus, I
wanted to believe in the words of who directs me, that I didn’t sin,
and it cost me to believe. It
was four o'clock and I, very fainting, was preparing myself for the
visit of Jesus. He
did not wait that I received Him,
came to console me before. He
called me:
— My daughter, come into my arms. Leave
your cross, rest on Me, take comfort.
I felt that Jesus gave me off the cross, I saw it separated from me:
it was big. And
then I felt myself in the arms of Jesus, narrowed by Him to
His divine Heart. Upon
hearing that He told me:
— Satisfy
your hunger, quench your thirst, get my Blood that is your
life, your food. I
am in you as King in the palace of your heart. I come to you as a
faithful and loving Husband. I
come to you as Father full of sweetness, tenderness and compassion.
He took to my lips His divine Blood, gave me a drink for some time. Then
I felt my heart and chest open, and fell in me a rain of blood. Jesus
said:
— Receive, it is the Blood of my veins.
Take
courage, fill yourself with Me to carry your cross. If
you knew the good that you are here doing to souls, you would die of
wonder! Trust
in the words of one who directs you. You
don’t offend Me; trust the positive words of thy Jesus, which are
worthier than a swear. Trust,
trust; you don’t offend Me, I can not consent that you offend Me.
After saying that, He narrowed me again strong and sweet. Again
I remained on the cross, feet and hands spiked and head well
penetrated with sharp spines, tilted, firmly on the cross. Shortly
thereafter, I received the Holy Communion: I didn’t feel new
relieves. I
spent the day embraced to the cross. Oh,
how many sad memories! How
bitter and tortured soul! How
many cravings for loving My Jesus! How
many thoughts! I
only wanted who taught me to love Him!
The rain of blood from above continues to fall over the cemetery,
but it doesn’t find ashes to clean: everything disappeared. Blessed
be the love of Jesus, blessed be their inventions to save souls!
28 October
Today was a busy day; thorns, only spines penetrated my body from
top to bottom; not one bit was spared. So
many hardships! So much suffering!
My Jesus, for Thy love. All
what is for Thy love doesn’t cost!
I
looked at the Sacred Heart of Jesus, I looked at Him crucified on
the cross and I whispered while smiling to sufferings: blessed be
the daily cross, blessed the pain of each moment.
The hours went by and with them went the pain and the anguish of my
soul. Once
while I was hurt by new moves. The
Demon far away threatened me and tormented my imagination. I
wanted to trust in Jesus and I couldn’t, I wanted to trust the words
of one who drives me and I couldn’t, I wanted to trust myself, the
feelings my soul, yet worse.
— O my God, my God, in the midst of this I love Thee! I
remained for a while with the eyes fixed on the Sacred Heart of
Jesus. What
thirst of loving Him!
It was already night, sharp swords hurt me; I practiced acts of
humility not because I understood that it was necessary to do them,
but yes to give good example of teaching someone to be humble and to
console Jesus and love Him even more. Overnight
with the bleeding heart for pain I saw running from one side and
from the other many little brooks of blood. On
them flocks of countless pigeons landed drinking the blood and happy
they beat their wings. The
bitterness of my soul remained. The
devil with his ugly words and actions tried to take me to the
despair. I did acts of faith seeing if I resisted better. O
bitterness, sad bitterness!
October 30 – Day of Christ the King
Early morning in the preparation for the Holy Communion I tried to
console Jesus. I
asked Heavenly Mother that offered Him my prayers and all things for
His greater glory, so that He might reign and triumph worldwide in
all hearts. I
gave myself to Jesus through Mary. Jesus
came into my heart. I
returned to the same blood brooks: so many, so many flocks of happy
pigeons, satisfied, drinking, rising up here and landed there. The
blood flowed and I do not know where from. The
vision finished and I didn’t know what it meant, but it didn’t worry
me. The
agony of my soul would not let me think about anything like that.
I pretended in the middle of my family that I was delighted, so that
I could see in all peace and joy. I
was visited by many people.
Weird questions, unpleasant things: made me suffer too much.
O Jesus, O Heavenly Mother, all for your love; give me courage to
smile at all without making known my pain. I
felt so nothing, a nothing that never existed. I
felt dead and dead all mankind, but it was such death that it never
had life. O
my God, what is to become of me, what painful torment! By
the middle of the carnage appeared almost unbearable cravings to
love Jesus, to love without feeling, to love without knowing love.
Night arrived. Dire
threats of the devil tormented me and filled me with fear and dread. My
Jesus, I want only what ye will, I'm ready for everything, do not
leave me to offend Thee.
The devil is liar, but this time did not lie. Yesterday
with ugly words ordered me to prepare myself for the evening and did
not miss. I
do not know, but perhaps from 10 to 11 hours he came with all the
fury and infernal malice. O
my God, I can not think, oh what a horror! I
fought, I fought for long. The
great torment of my soul was to appear to me that he got that I
said: I do not want Jesus, I did not want Mary, do not want the
Heaven, I hate them, I turn them back, I want to be happy, I want to
enjoy. I
do not swear, but it seems to me that I said nothing of this. Only
a far distance I could call on Jesus or the Heavenly Mother and to
offer myself as victim and slave. Some
times when it seemed to me to sin hopeless I pressed as I could in
my hand the crucifix and the Heavenly Mother’s medal and said to
them: yes to love, not to sin. And
such was the grief of my heart that I thought I was dying for space
of a long time. The
realization of the Jesus’ promises came to thought and encouraged
me. I
want the Heaven, but I want a death of love, I don’t want to die at
the hands of Satan. I
saw myself about a horrible abyss; from among its darkness it stood
out very polished hooks riveted. Frightened because I seemed to fall
inevitably into it, I swoon. The
heart was strong in jerks and, distressed, made great noise: it
seemed that death was imminent. Only
with my
mind I said: O my Jesus, if at least I did not sin
I would not mind all this suffering. I
was in this sad agony and prostration. The
sin, the
sin, what my concern! It
took a while: a new vision
of blood and flocks of doves. But
this time Jesus spoke to me:
— You
don’t sin, you don’t sin, my daughter. Trust,
my love, have courage. I
demand
from you this repair. Have
you seen that abyss? With
this suffering you avoid
dropping in it many souls. The
hooks that are in it are the prisons in which they
become trapped forever. This
blood is the blood of your pain, your
martyrdom. The
pigeons that in it drink are the souls that through you are saved;
in it are washed
and purified. Rejoice,
dear, cheer up, sweetheart, you're mine, all mine. You
don’t sin,
you love me, you repair my divine Heart. I
love you, love you,
my madness.
The night was early, some little sleep intervals, I wished to be
closely united to Jesus, I strive for that, but I scarcely could. With
a
lantern that burned I fixed his divine Heart, and fixed at the
Heavenly Mother’s picture and the Child Jesus in Her arms, asked her
love, grace and purity, I asked them all. Came
the time
to take the Communion: I was united with Jesus. Shortly
after
passed by my thinking the big fight of the night, I collapsed
yet
more. Indifferent
to everything and from everything deduced, I felt there in the high
that life that already belonged to me while the pain was fighting
and crawling in the disgusting mud.
From time to time the Holy Spirit beat the wings
in my heart and instilled in it his beak as for feeding
me and giving courage. I
feel Him in me like a dove.
It's already night. What
does wait me in it? Jesus
knows. |