March 2, Friday
Night already, without remembering the day that was, though my soul
felt I was in a prison, very sad, lonely, tired and in great
dejection. I suffered; they blindfolded me, I suffered for such
began my preparation to receive the visit of my Jesus. During the
preparation, it was already day, they came to get me from prison. My
face, felt covered in spittle. Outside large crowds of people
waited for me. My God, how much raucous laughter I heard! From
street to street, from house to house, amid great uproar, I was
mistreated and interrogated by absolute masters, full of arrogance,
convinced that they could achieve anything. Oh, what a little girl I
was in the face of such greatness! I was condemned. I took the
cross; under its weight, bent almost to my knees, I could barely
move. And how many times I was dragged along! Oh how many tears I
felt in my heart! Being treated so cruelly, I often repeated in my
love You, I suffer for Your love!
carried the cross and, on top of Calvary, I saw the cross of Jesus.
A light entered my breast to illuminate everything. I felt attracted
to it, I wanted to embrace it, to possess it. I continued until I
came to Calvary where I was extended on it. When they stretched my
arms and legs to be riveted, and I felt that from the wounds of the
nails ran fountains of blood, the devil came to me, running
awkwardly; He came to redouble my suffering. Using the ugliest
words, he told me we were going to engage in pleasure, and then
stopped, leaving me struggling with his false arts. I, nailed hands
and feet to the cross, was unable to move. Oh how I suffered! I
could not fight but only stare at my Jesus crucified.
love, I suffer for Your love! My love, I suffer to give You souls!
Save me, Jesus, have pity on me! Heavenly Mother, I do not want to
After much fighting, the evil one began again to hurl insults at me
have said nothing, nor have I touched you: It is you who wants to
sin, it’s you who desires pleasure.
he had satisfied his desires, or because the Lord commanded him, he
left me. But the sadness and bitterness did not leave me, the sense
of abandonment did not leave me, nor did the tears and agony of my
Heavenly Mother and Her painful looks, which were full of compassion
for me. With what distress, with what agony I cried to heaven
always, always until I was ready to expire, "Father, my Father, why
have you forsaken me?" It was not me who thundered, it was my heart;
it was not me who wanted to do this, but the pain and agony forced
me. And in this trance, Jesus came down from heaven to earth,
wrapped in a cloud. He lodged in my heart and told me:
daughter, sun of earth, fire of hearts, honor and joy of Heaven!
that, with its bright rays, are heating and enlightening all
that burns and purifies hearts!
Honor and joy of Heaven, because, seeing your pain, seeing your
martyrdom, which is already written there now, and for all eternity,
gladdens Me, honors Me, and glorifies Me.
Heaven blesses My Holy Name for the immolated victim, for the life
of lives, for the victim of souls.
came from Heaven, my daughter; I came down from my throne of God,
came to my palace, my heaven on earth, ascended the throne of my
queen. I came from my glory to share with you my sorrows.
me, my love, will you comfort Me? Will you console my divine Heart
which is so sad? Will you give me everything until I am ready to
give you My consolation?
Me, tell Me with your golden tongue, with your heart of fire.
— Jesus, what will You ask that I don’t give You? I count always on
your grace to be able to suffer everything, and give You all You
desire from me.
I live always in sadness and sorrow so that You, my Jesus, live only
in consolation and joy!
my earth angel, you speak here and what you say the angels write in
Heaven in letters of gold and precious stones.
the world, see the mud, see the sludge – the evil that is all
how my divine Heart suffers. Look how it is wounded.
Because you give everything so willingly, so cheerfully, I deprived
you of my joy, my consolation, just as I deprived you of the
consolation and joy of those who are dear to you.
will receive only my strength to be able to suffer, to be able to
will receive only thorns, thorns from all sides: it was the vision I
will live among them and you will expire among them.
pure soul will hurl through them, will fly to Heaven burning with
love. It will be a seraphic angel flying to its homeland.
thorns are not thorns that dry up, your pain cultivates the soil of
that huge forest I showed you; your blood waters the trees; your
thorns, are thorns that produce roses.
a sumptuous garden will be born from them!
dew that falls over this garden is drops of blood, it is heavenly
manna that comes quench it, to save it, to give it life.
are bound for heaven, but your grace, your virtues remain in the
earth: they are perfumes that extend to all mankind.
your way to the Fatherland you will stay with Me in the Eucharist:
you will be a Eucharistic dove who does not abandon her nest.
is as a dove and a shepherd of souls that I want to paint you on the
doors and curtains of my tabernacles. This is what I want, my
daughter, queen of the world, queen of hearts.
want, my daughter, I want your life to be known quickly, very
quickly, because the world needs it.
is through you, through you I show my love, my mercy, the cravings I
have to see souls saved.
costs a father so much to punish a son who errs and rebels against
him! How will it not cost my Divine Heart to immolate, to sacrifice
my beloved daughter, my innocent victim?
Behold, O world, my madness and love for you!
Those who oppose my divine purpose in what happens to you, stand
against me; they oppose the salvation of souls.
your martyrdom is for my love, is for the sake of souls.
Quick, quick save, for what I do to you, affects the whole world.
Jesus said this, from his divine eyes flowed tears in great
abundance. I said:
Jesus, I want to suffer’ just me; and I only want myself to cry.
Leave me in distress, in sorrow and unceasing sadness, and You
remain in complete joy and comfort.
Jesus stopped crying, he embraced me closely and withdrew. I remain
nailed to my cross, steeped in my pain.