SENTIMENTS OF THE SOUL 1944
Moving forward, always dragged by someone, without giving any sign
of life, my ashes are being buried, from moment to moment, in this
vast cemetery, this endless deep. A mountain of ruins, of miseries
them, plunging them deeper and deeper into the abyss. Oh, my God,
everything passes, everything disappears! I do not know why but I
feel a rain of blood falling on these poor lifeless ashes now,
almost completely dissolving them. That blood forms rivers, bathes
these ashes that are immersed in it, thus forming a mass of blood,
What is this, my Jesus? I do not know. It is painful to me, but it
is enough that You know what it is as long as, in the midst of it, I
have loved You! My desires are deep; they are very much alive. I do
not want a single moment of my life to have passed without repeating
again and again, I love You, my Jesus, I love You. I do not want
another movement, or another word from my lips.
Jesus, the infuriated devil doesn’t stop his attacks; be with me so
that I can resist his diabolical fury. In one of his most violent,
he accused me of being the greatest sinner.
– And yet you say you that you are innocent and do not want to sin,
and that that is all you want.
He told me more, much more.
– Oh my God, You know well that I do not see myself as innocent and
that by Your grace and mercy I know my misery. My Jesus, I am your
While I renewed my offer to Jesus and was telling Him, I do not want
to sin, the devil kept saying:
– Criminal! Criminal!
And Jesus inside me, ready to defend me, said:
– Innocent! Innocent!
The devil, trembling, turned his face as if he was looking for
someone, then fled in despair. I could not hear well, but it seemed
me that he blasphemed against Jesus. Everything calmed down and soon
I fell asleep.
I live in anguish and great terror. My God, how afraid I am of
committing sin! Even today I heard in the distance the seductions
and ugly words of Satan. Hearing his tremendous threats my terror
increased more and more. I looked at the crucified Jesus and said:
Blessed be each day’s cross, blessed are the sufferings of each
It made me think of a condemned man being led to martyrdom, one that
goes because he has to, and while walking, desperately, he curses
everything. So it happened to me. The devil led me with his tricks,
challenged me with his evil deeds. Love for Jesus and for souls
forced me to walk. At the height of my distress, my curses were
– I am yours, Jesus! All for You and for souls! I do not want to
sin! Oh, not to sin, my Jesus! I am your victim.
When the fight finished, the heart discarded in pain, bathed in
sweat, I finished in tears, with the awful fear of having sinned.
You know well, my Lord, that I do not want to offend You, I trust in
You and in the words of those who direct me. In return for my pain,
give me souls, all souls and your love without an end.
Today I feel my body so exhausted that all I can say is that it is
crushed; it is ash, only ash. The devil left me in peace, or rather,
as much as Jesus allowed. But once he took advantage of my state of
weakness to attack me violently. It was the only attack on the day,
but it was very dreadful. Calling me many bad names, he told me:
– You say that I'm torturing you, and you see that you want to sin.
Today you have not done the things you usually do, because you feel
tired. You see that you sin and wish to sin.
Continuing to tell me horrible things he said:
– Get ready for a night of sin, for a night of offending that God
whom you say you love, who has nothing but contempt and disdain for
The battle was terrifying. At the height of so much agony I turned
to Jesus and His Blessed Mother. My poor heart seemed to me to have
the bustle and noise of a factory. My chest was too small to contain
Jesus, I am your victim; Jesus, I do not want to sin! Blessed
Mother, save me! Oh, what will become of me!
Bathed in sweat, I began to cry. After reflecting well on the danger
I was in, I cried deeply and painfully:
Oh my God, I am in your divine presence. What shame, what shame, my
After this, a voice that could only come from God calmed my soul.
Once at rest, I didn’t think that I had offended Jesus. I was in an
agony of loving Him and said:
O Jesus, if there were new inventions of love, how I would want to
use them to love You! If there were factories that invented love and
if it were possible for me to build such factories throughout the
whole world, that's what I would do, Jesus. I want to see the whole
world, heaven and earth, loving You for me. I cannot contain myself,
Jesus; Jesus, my sweet love, I do love You: see my desires, see the
cravings that consume me.
The demon threatened me repeatedly, but his threats failed. Jesus
did not let him torment me during the night.
This morning when I was preparing myself for Communion, doubts
tormented me for some time, but after Jesus came into my heart, all
doubts vanished. I felt a great peace and a sweet union without
being able to separate myself from Him for whom alone I sigh. This
sweetness of the soul, this anxiety and madness of love for Jesus
gave me encouragement, gave life to the ashes of my poor body. It
supplied everything I needed.
Some hours after Holy Communion, the evil one devised new ways to
torment me. My mother and a cousin were returning from Póvoa, but
the train took hours to come. My sister was waiting for them at the
station. The delay was long. Nobody appeared. The wicked one, a
short distance away from me, began to hurl the greatest abuse and
insults at me, using the most indecent and ugly language.
– Look, my criminal, your mother and your cousin are dead. Their
bodies are destroyed. They are neither in a hospital nor a cemetery.
Ditches have been dug to bury them where the disaster took place,
they and hundreds of others. No one escaped. So many innocent people
dead because of you, you are guilty. It was to punish you for your
sins that God did this; He saw no other way to punish you. He sent
me here to warn you that all this was because you offended Him so
gravely. Your sister went to meet them; she was killed near their
I saw and felt in my soul ditches, blood and all that disastrous
wreck. They were no corpses; just blood, and pieces of flesh. My
God, all this because of me! I felt myself truly the greatest sinner
and the cause of all that disaster.
– O Jesus, I trust in you, I hope all this is a lie. Forgive me,
have mercy on me. You know that my desire is to love You; nothing of
sin, nothing unworthy of You.
The devil, laughing, with vile
words, pretended to play a guitar. My cousin reminded me that there
was a formula which had the authority to make him go away. Taking
the cross and sprinkling holy water, she used the words she had
heard, and the evil one withdrew. But before retiring, enraged, he
spat into her face. I asked her if she felt the spittle, she
answered no. We were fighting for two hours. I struggled, keeping my
eyes ever on Jesus and without a word to the enemy. I was tired of
so awful a scene, and terrified. Jesus came with his divine balm,
which, for some time healed my wounds.
– My daughter, my daughter, do not believe in Satan, he is my enemy,
the enemy of the souls. There was no disaster, it was only a delay,
they are on their way. Trust in your Jesus who gives you everything:
He gives you peace, sweetness and love. Trust, trust: I am your
Jesus, aflame with love for you. Trust fully in Jesus.
I no longer felt any doubt. Minutes later, all my dear ones came to
Poor souls who are drawn by Satan! Alas, if Jesus were to leave me
for a moment, then I would be the most unfortunate of beings.