Jesus dictated to Luisa Piccarreta 36 volumes to explain the fulfillment of the Our Father Prayer – “Thy Will be done on Earth as it is done in Heaven.”

Saint Annibale Maria di Francia (Hannibal Mary di Francia), who was beatified October 7, 1990, was a major force in getting the 1st several volumes of Luisa’s writings published.

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VOLUME 1
J.M.J.
In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Out of pure obedience, I begin to write.
You know, oh Lord!, the sacrifice it costs me, such that I would submit myself to a thousand deaths
rather than write one single line of the things that have passed between me and You. Oh my God!, my nature
trembles, it feels crushed and almost undone at the mere thought of it. O please!, give me strength, oh Life of
my life, that I may do the holy obedience! You who have given inspiration to the confessor, give me the grace
to be able to execute what You have commanded of me.
Oh Jesus, oh Spouse, oh my strength! To You I rise, to You I come, into your arms I introduce myself, I
abandon myself, I rest. O please, relieve me in my affliction and do not leave me alone and abandoned! Without
your help, I am sure I will not have the strength to do this obedience that costs me so much – I will let myself be
defeated by the enemy, and I fear of being crushed by You, justly, because of my disobedience.
O please! Look at me over and over again, oh Holy Spouse, in these arms of Yours – see how much
darkness surrounds me; it is so thick as to allow not even one atom of light to enter into my soul. Oh! my
mystical Sun, Jesus – let this light shine within my mind, that it may dispel the darkness and I may freely
remember the graces which You gave to my soul. Oh! Eternal Sun, unleash another ray of light into the intimate
part of my heart, and purify it of the mud in which it lies – ignite it and consume it with your love, so that my
heart, which, more than everything, has experienced the sweetnesses of your love, may manifest them clearly to
the one to whom it is obliged to do so. Oh! my Sun Jesus, one more ray of light over my lips, that I may say the
pure truth, with the sole purpose of knowing whether it is really You, or rather, an illusion from the enemy. But,
oh Jesus, how poor in light I still see myself in these arms of Yours. O please!, content me – You who love me
so much, continue to send me light. Oh! my Sun, my beautiful One, I want to enter right into the center, that I
may remain submerged completely within this most pure light. Oh Divine Sun, let this light precede me, follow
me, surround me everywhere and penetrate into every intimate hiding place of my interior, that my terrestrial
being may be consumed, and You may transform it completely in your Divine Being.
Most Holy Virgin, lovable Mother, come to my aid, obtain for me from your sweet Jesus and mine,
grace and strength in order to do this obedience. Saint Joseph, my dear protector, assist me in this circumstance
of mine. Archangel Saint Michael, defend me from the infernal enemy, who puts so many obstacles in my mind
to make me fail this obedience. Archangel Saint Rafael and you, my guardian Angel, come to assist me and
accompany me, and to direct my hand, that I may write nothing but the truth.
May everything be for the honor and glory of God – and to me, all the confusion. Oh Holy Spouse,
come to my help! In considering the many graces You have given to my soul, I feel all horrified and frightened,
all full of confusion and shame at seeing myself still so bad and unrequiting of your graces. But, my lovable and
sweet Jesus, forgive me, do not withdraw from me, but continue to pour your grace in me, that You may make
of me a triumph of your mercy.
I begin. With a Novena of Holy Christmas, at the age of about seventeen, I prepared myself for the Feast of
Holy Christmas, by practicing various acts of virtue and mortification; and, especially, by honoring the nine
months which Jesus spent in the maternal womb with nine hours of meditation each day, always concerning the
mystery of the Incarnation.
As for example, for one hour, with my thought, I brought myself to Paradise, and I imagined the Most
Holy Trinity: the Father, sending the Son upon earth; the Son, promptly obeying the Will of the Father; the
Holy Spirit, consenting. My mind was confused in contemplating a mystery so great, a love so reciprocal, so
equal, so strong among Themselves and toward men; and then, the ingratitude of men, and especially my own. I
would have remained there, not for one hour, but for the whole day; but an interior voice told me: “Enough –
come and see other greater excesses of my love.”
Then, my mind brought itself into the maternal womb, and remained stupefied in considering a God so
great in Heaven, now so annihilated, restricted, constrained, as to be unable to move, and almost even to
breathe. The interior voice told me: “Do you see how much I have loved you?” O please, make Me a little space
in your heart; remove everything which is not Mine, so you will give Me more freedom to move and to
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breathe.” My heart was consumed; I asked for His forgiveness, I promised to be completely His own, I poured
myself out in crying; but – I say this to my confusion – I would go back to my usual defects. Oh Jesus, how
good You have been with this miserable creature!
In this way I would spend the second hour of the day, and then, so forth with the rest – I would be
annoying if I told them all. And I would do this sometimes kneeling, and sometimes, when I was impeded by
my family, also while working. In fact, the interior voice gave me no respite and no peace if I did not do what it
wanted; therefore, work was not a hindrance for me to doing what I had to do. In this way I spent the days of the
novena, and when the eve came, I felt ignited more than ever, with unusual fervor. I was alone in the room, and
all of a sudden Little Baby Jesus came before me – all beautiful, yes, but shivering, in the act of wanting to hug
me. I stood up and ran to hug Him, but in the act of squeezing Him He disappeared from me – and this occurred
as many as three times. I remained so moved and ignited that I cannot explain it. But then, after some time, I did
not take it much into account. I did not tell anyone, and from time to time I would fall into my usual defects.
However, the interior voice never left me again; in everything it reprimanded me, it corrected me, it encouraged
me – in a word, the Lord acted with me like a good father, whose child tries to deviate from the right path, and
He uses all diligence and care to hold him back, so as to make of him His honor, His glory, His crown. But, oh
Lord, too ungrateful have I been with You!
So, from the beginning, the Divine Master began to strip my heart of all creatures, and through an
interior voice, He would tell me: “I am all that is beautiful and that deserves to be loved. See, if you do not
remove this little world that surrounds you – that is, thoughts of creatures, imagination – I cannot enter freely
into your heart. This murmuring in your mind is a hindrance to letting you hear my voice more clearly, to
pouring my graces, to truly enamoring you of Me. Promise Me that you will be all Mine, and I Myself will put
my hand in the work. You are right that you can do nothing. Do not fear, I will do everything; give Me your will

  • this is enough for Me.”
    This would happen mostly during Communion. So I would promise Him to be all His own; I would ask
    His forgiveness, for up to that point, I had not been so; I would say to Him that I truly wanted to love Him, and I
    prayed Him never to leave me alone. And the voice would continue: “No, no – I will be together with you,
    observing all of your actions, movements and desires.”
    So, I would feel Him upon me for the whole day; He reprimanded me in everything. For example, if I let
    myself be carried away in conversing a little too much with my family, even of indifferent things which were
    not necessary, the interior voice would tell me: “These discourses fill your mind with things that do not belong
    to Me; they surround your heart with dust, such as to make you feel my grace as weak in you, no longer alive. O
    please!, imitate Me when I was in the house of Nazareth – my mind was occupied with nothing but the glory of
    the Father and the salvation of souls; my mouth uttered nothing but holy discourses. With my words I tried to
    repair for the offenses against the Father, to dart through hearts and draw them to my love – and primarily my
    Mother and St. Joseph. In a word, everything called upon God, everything was done for God, and everything
    referred to Him. Why could you not do the same?”
    I remained mute – all confused. I tried to be alone as much as I could; I confessed to Him my weakness,
    and I asked for His help and grace to be able to do what He wanted, because, by myself, I could do nothing but
    evil. If during the day my mind was occupied with thinking about people I loved, He would immediately
    reprimand me, telling me: “Is this the way you love Me? Who has ever loved you like Me? See, if you do not
    stop it, I will leave you.” Sometimes I would receive such and so many bitter reproaches that I would do
    nothing but cry.
    One morning in particular, after Communion, He gave me a light so clear about the great love He had
    for me, and about the fickleness and inconstancy of creatures, that my heart was so convinced as to be
    incapable, from that time on, of loving anyone. He taught me how to love people without detaching myself from
    Him – that is, by looking at creatures as images of God, in such a way that if I received good from creatures, I
    was to think that God alone was the prime author of that good and that He had used the creature in order to send
    it to me; so my heart would be bound more to God. If then I received mortifications, I was to look at them also
    as instruments in the hands of God for my sanctification; so my heart would not stay huffy with my neighbor. In
    this way, it happened that I would look at all creatures in God. Whatever defect I might see in them, I would
    never lose esteem for them. If they mocked me, I felt obliged, thinking that they were allowing me to make
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    more gains for my soul; if they praised me, I received these praises with contempt, saying: ‘Today this,
    tomorrow they may hate me’, considering their inconstancy. In sum, my heart acquired such freedom, that I
    myself cannot explain it.
    When the Divine Master freed me from the external world, then He put His hand to purify my interior,
    and through an interior voice He told me: “Now we are alone – there is no one left who may disturb us. Aren’t
    you happier now than before, when you had to content many upon many? You see, it is easier to content one
    alone. You must consider as if you and I were alone in the world; promise Me to be faithful, and I will pour
    such and so many graces into you that you yourself will be amazed.”
    Then He continued: “I have made great designs upon you, as long as you correspond to Me – I want to
    make of you a perfect image of Me, from the moment I was born up to my death. I Myself will teach you, little
    by little, how to do it.”
    And it happened in this way: every morning, after Communion, He would tell me what I was supposed
    to do during the day. I will say everything briefly, because after so much time it is impossible to say everything.
    I don’t remember for sure, but it seems to me that He told me that the first thing which was necessary in order to
    purify the interior of my heart, was the annihilation of myself – that is, humility. And He continued: “See, so
    that I may pour my graces in your heart, I really want you to understand that you can do nothing by yourself. I
    am very much wary of those souls who attribute what they do to themselves, wanting to make of my graces as
    many thefts. On the other hand, with those who know themselves, I am generous in pouring my graces in
    torrents. Knowing very well that they can attribute nothing to themselves, they are grateful to Me; they hold it
    in that esteem which befits it, and they live with the continuous fear that, if they do not correspond to Me, I may
    take away from them that which I gave, knowing that it does not belong to them. It is all the opposite in the
    hearts which reek of pride. I cannot even enter into their hearts because they are so swollen with themselves that
    there is no space in which to put Myself. These miserable ones take my graces into no account, and they go
    from fall to fall, up to their ruin. Therefore, on this day I want you to make continuous acts of humility; I want
    you to be like a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, who can move neither a foot to take a step, nor a hand to
    work, but expects everything from his mother. In the same way, you will stay close to Me like a baby, always
    praying Me to assist you, to help you; always confessing your nothingness – in sum, expecting everything from
    Me.”
    I tried to do as much as I could to content Him – I would make myself smaller, I would annihilate
    myself, and sometimes I reached the point of feeling my being as almost undone, in such a way that I could not
    work, nor take one step, or even one breath if He did not sustain me. I saw myself as so bad, that I was ashamed
    of being seen by people, knowing myself as the ugliest – and, in reality, I am still so. So, as much as I could
    shun people, I shunned them, saying to myself: ‘Oh! if they knew how bad I am, and if they could see the
    graces that the Lord is giving me (for I wouldn’t tell anything to anyone), and that I am always the same – oh,
    how horrified they would be with me!’
    Then, in the morning, when I would go again to Communion, it seemed that in coming into me He made
    feast for the contentment He felt in seeing me so annihilated. He would tell me other things about the
    annihilation of myself, but in ways which were always different from the previous time. I believe that He spoke
    to me not once, but hundreds of times; and if He had spoken to me thousands of times, He would have had
    always new ways to speak about the same virtue. Oh! my Divine Master, how wise You are – had I at least
    corresponded to You.
    I remember that one morning, while He spoke to me about the same virtue, He told me that because of
    lack of humility I had committed many sins, and that if I had been more humble, I would have kept closer to
    Him and I would not have done so much evil. He made me understand how ugly sin is – the affront that this
    miserable little worm had made to Jesus Christ, the horrendous ingratitude, the enormous wickedness, the harm
    caused to my soul. I was so dismayed, that I did not know what to do in order to repair. I did some
    mortifications, I asked for some more from the confessor, but few were given to me, so they all seemed
    shadows to me, and I did nothing but think about my sins, though clinging more and more to Him. I had such
    fear of moving away and of doing worse than before, that I myself cannot express it. When I was with Him, I
    did nothing but tell Him of the pain I felt for having offended Him. I kept asking for His forgiveness, I thanked
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    Him for having been so good to me, and I said to Him from the heart: ‘See oh Lord, the time I have lost, while I
    could have loved You.’ I was unable to say anything but the grave evil I had done.
    Finally, one day, reprimanding me, He told me: “I do not want you to think about it. When a soul has
    humbled herself, being convinced of having done wrong, and has cleansed her soul in the Sacrament of
    Confession, and is ready to die rather than offend Me – it is an affront to my mercy, it is a hindrance to drawing
    her close to my love, because her mind is always trying to wrap itself with the mud of the past. She also
    prevents Me from letting her take flight toward Heaven, because she is always with those ideas wrapped within
    herself, as she tries to think about it. And then, see, I no longer remember anything; I have perfectly forgotten
    about it. Do you see any rancor or shadow on my part?”
    And I said to Him: ‘No Lord, You are so good.’ But I felt my heart split with tenderness.
    “So, are you the one who wants to carry these things on?”
    And I: ‘No, no, I don’t want to.’
    And He: “Let us think about loving and contenting each other.”
    From that time on, I did not think about it so much; I did as much as I could in order to content Him, and
    I prayed that He Himself would teach me what I should do in order to repair for the time past. And He said to
    me: “I am ready to do what you want. See, the first thing that I told you I wanted from you was the imitation of
    my life; so, let us see what you lack.”
    ‘Lord’, I said to Him, ‘I lack everything – I have nothing.’ And He said to me: “Do not fear, little by
    little we will do everything. I Myself know how weak you are, but it is from Me that you must draw strength.”
    (I don’t’ remember it in sequence, but I will say what I can) And He added: “I want you to be always upright in
    your actions – with one eye look at Me, and with the other eye look at what you are doing. I want creatures to
    disappear from you completely. If you receive a command, do not look at the people, no – rather, you must
    think that I Myself want you to do what you are being commanded. So, with your eye fixed in Me, you will not
    judge anyone, you will not look at whether the thing is painful or enjoyable – whether you can do it or not.
    Closing your eyes to all this, you will open them to look at Me alone; you will take Me with you, thinking that
    my gaze is fixed on you, and you will say to Me: ‘Lord, for You alone I do this; for You alone I want to work –
    no longer a slave of the creatures.’ So, if you walk, if you work, if you speak – in anything you do, your only
    aim must be that of pleasing Me alone. Oh! how many defects you will avoid, if you do this.”
    Other times, He would say to me: “I also want that, if people mortify you, insult you, contradict you,
    you keep your gaze fixed in Me, thinking that from my own lips I am saying to you: ‘Daughter, I Myself am the
    one who wants you to suffer this – not the creatures. Remove your gaze from them; you and I, always – all the
    others you must destroy. See, I want to make you beautiful by means of these sufferings; I want to enrich you
    with merits, work your soul, render you similar to Me. You will give it to Me as a gift; you will thank Me
    affectionately, and will be grateful to those people who give you the occasion to suffer, repaying them with
    some benefit. By doing this, you will walk as upright before Me; nothing will ever again give you restlessness,
    and you will enjoy perfect peace.”
    After I tried to exercise myself in these things for some time – now doing it and now falling (although I
    see clearly that I still lack this spirit of uprightness, and I am ever more confused, thinking of my great
    ingratitude) – He spoke to me about, and He made me understand, the necessity of the spirit of mortification.
    (Although I remember that in all these things that He told me, He always added that everything should be done
    for love of Him, and that the most beautiful virtues, the greatest sacrifices, would become insipid if they did not
    take origin from love. “Charity”, He said to me, “is a virtue that gives life and splendor to all of the others, in
    such a way that without it, they are all dead. My eye receives no attraction, and they have no power over my
    Heart. Be careful, then, and let your works, even the least ones, be invested by charity – that is, in Me, with Me
    and for Me”).
    So, let’s go back to mortification. He said to Me: “I want all your things, even the necessary ones, to be
    done in a spirit of sacrifice. See, your works cannot be recognized by Me as mine, if they do not have the mark
    of mortification. Just as a coin is not recognized by the peoples if it does not carry on itself the image of their
    king – even more, it is despised and neglected – the same with your works: if they do not have the graft with my
    cross, they cannot have any value. See, now it is not about destroying the creatures, but yourself – making you
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    die, that you may live only in Me and of my own life. It is true that it will cost you more than what you have
    done; but pluck up courage, do not fear – it is not you who will do it, but I Myself will work in you.”
    So I received more lights about the annihilation of myself. He said to me: “You are nothing but a
    shadow – as you try to grab it, it escapes you. You are nothing.”
    I felt so annihilated, that I would have wanted to hide in the deepest abysses, but I saw myself incapable
    of doing it. I felt such blushing that I remained mute. While I was in this undoing of my nothingness, He said to
    Me: “Draw near Me, cling to my arm – I will sustain you with my hands and you will receive strength. You are
    blind, but my light will serve you as guide. See, I will place Myself in front of you, and you will do nothing but
    look at me in order to imitate Me.”
    Then He said to me: “The first thing I want you to mortify is your will. That ‘self’ must be destroyed in
    you; I want you to keep it sacrificed as victim before Me, so that your will and Mine may become one. Aren’t
    you happy?”
    ‘Yes, Lord, but give me the grace, for I see that by myself I can do nothing.’ And He continued: “Yes, I
    Myself will contradict you in everything, and occasionally by means of creatures.”
    And so it happened. For example, if I woke up in the morning and I did not get up immediately, the
    interior voice would tell me: “You rest, while I had no other bed but the cross. Hurry up, hurry up – not so much
    satisfaction.” If I walked and my sight would run a little farther, He would immediately reprimand me: “I do not
    want this. Do not let your sight move away from you but the length of one step, so that you won’t trip.” If I was
    in the countryside and I saw flowers and trees, He would say to me: “I have created everything for love of You,
    and you, deprive your sight of this pleasure for love of Me.” Even in the most innocent and holy things, as for
    example the cloths for the altars, the processions, He would say to me: “You must take no other pleasure but in
    Me alone.” If I was sitting while working, He would say to me: “You are too comfortable; don’t you remember
    that my life was a continuous suffering – and you? And you?” In order to content Him, I would immediately
    shift to half of the chair, leaving the other half empty; and sometimes, jokingly, I said to Him: ‘See oh Lord,
    half the chair is empty – come and sit near me.’ Sometimes it seemed He would content me, and I felt such
    delight that I myself cannot express it. Sometimes, then, while I was working a little slowly and listlessly, He
    would say to Me: “Hurry up, help yourself, for the time you gain by helping yourself you will spend with Me in
    prayer.” Sometimes, He Himself would assign to me how much work I was supposed to do. Then I would pray
    Him to come and help me. “Yes, yes”, He would answer me, “we will do it together, so that when you have
    finished, we will be more free.” And it would happen that in one hour or two I did what I was supposed to do
    during the whole day. Then I would go to pray, and He gave me much light and told me many things, such that
    it would be too long if I wanted to say them all.
    I remember that while I was alone, working, I noticed that the thread was not enough to finish that work,
    and that I would need to go to my family in order to get some. So I turned to Him and I said: ‘What is the
    purpose of having helped me, my beloved? As I see that I need to go to my family, I may find people who may
    prevent me from coming back here, and this time our conversation will come to nothing.’ “What, what?”, He
    said to me, “don’t you have faith?” ‘Yes’. “Well then, do not fear, for I will make you complete everything.”
    And so it happened; and then I would start to pray.
    If then, at lunch time, I ate something tasty, He would immediately reprimand me interiorly, saying:
    “Have you perhaps forgotten that I had no other taste but suffering for love of you? And that you must have no
    other taste but mortifying yourself for love of Me? Leave it aside, and eat that which you like the least.” And I
    would immediately take it and bring it to the maid, or I would say that I didn’t want it any more; and many
    times I remained almost on an empty stomach. However, when I would go to pray, I would receive so much
    strength and feel so satiated, that I would feel nausea for everything. Other times, then, in order to contradict
    me, if I did not feel like eating, He would say to me: “I want you to eat for love of Me, and as the food unites
    with the body, pray that my love may unite with your soul; and everything will be sanctified.”
    In a word, without going any further, even in the smallest things, He tried to make my will die, so that it
    might live only for Him. He allowed that I be contradicted also by the confessor. For example: I would feel a
    great need to receive Communion; for the whole day and night I would do nothing but prepare myself. My eyes
    could not close to sleep because of the continuous throbbing of my heart, and I would say to Him: ‘Lord, hurry,
    for I cannot be without You. Accelerate the hours, let the sun rise quickly, for I cannot resist anymore, my heart
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    is fainting.’ He Himself would make me such loving invitations that I would feel my heart crack. He would say
    to me: “See, I am alone, do not be troubled because you cannot sleep – this is about keeping company with your
    God, with your Spouse, with your All, who is continuously offended. O please! do not deny Me this relief,
    because then, in your afflictions I will not leave you.” But while I was in these dispositions, in the morning I
    would go to the confessor, and without knowing why, the first things he would say to me was: “I do not want
    you to receive Communion.” I tell the truth, this was so bitter for me, that sometimes I would do nothing but
    cry. I would not dare to say anything to the confessor, because He Himself wanted him to do so, otherwise He
    would reproach me. But I would go to Him and tell Him of my pain: ‘Ah! my Good, is this the vigil we have
    kept last night – that after so much waiting and yearning I was to remain deprived of You? I know well that I
    must obey, but tell me something – can I be without You? Who will give me strength? And then, who will have
    the courage to depart from this church without bringing You along? I don’t know what to do, but You can
    remedy everything.’ While pouring myself out in this way, I would feel a fire draw near me, and a flame enter
    my heart. I would feel Him within me, and immediately He would say to me: “Calm yourself, calm yourself;
    here I am – inside your heart. What do you fear now? Do not afflict yourself any more, I Myself want to dry
    your tears. You are right, you could not be without Me, could you?”
    Then I would remain so very annihilated within myself, and I would say to Him that if I were good, He
    would not have disposed it that way; and I prayed Him never to leave me again, for I did not want to be without
    Him.
    After these things, one day, after Communion, I felt Him within me, all love – loving me so much that I
    myself was very much amazed, for I saw myself as so bad and unrequiting. And I said within myself: ‘If only I
    were good and requiting. I fear that He may leave me (I have always had this fear that He might leave me, and I
    still do; and sometimes the pain I feel is so great, that I believe that the pain of death would be minor, and if He
    Himself does not come to calm me, I can give myself no peace) – while He wants to draw more intimately close
    to me.’ While I felt Him within me in this way, through an interior voice, He said to me: “My beloved, the
    things of the past have been nothing but a preparation. Now I want to come to the facts, and in order to dispose
    your heart to do what I want from you – that is, the imitation of my life – I want you to enter into the immense
    sea of my Passion. After you have understood well the bitterness of my pains, the love with which I suffered
    them, Who I am who suffered so much, and who you are, a most wretched creature – ah! your heart will not
    dare to oppose the blows, the cross, which I have prepared only for your good. On the contrary, by just thinking
    that I, your master, have suffered so much, your pains will seem shadows to you compared to Mine. Suffering
    will be sweet for you, and you will reach the point of not being able to be without sufferings.”
    My nature trembled at the mere thought of sufferings; I prayed that He Himself would give me the
    strength, because without Him I would use His very gifts to offend the giver. So, I gave all of myself to
    meditating the Passion, and this did so much good to my soul, that I believe that all the good came to me from
    that source. I saw the Passion of Jesus Christ as an immense sea of light, which wounded me all over with His
    innumerable rays – rays of patience, of humility, of obedience, and of many other virtues. I saw myself all
    surrounded by this light, and I remained annihilated at seeing myself so different from Him. Those rays that
    inundated me were so many reproaches for me. I heard them say: “A God so patient – and you? A God humble
    and submitted also to His very enemies – and you? A God who suffers so much for love of you – and where are
    your sufferings for love of Him?”
    Sometimes, He Himself would make me the narration of the pains suffered by Him, and I was so
    touched that I would cry bitterly. One day, while working, I was considering the most bitter pains that my good
    Jesus suffered; I felt my heart so oppressed by the pain, that I could not breathe. Fearing something, I wanted to
    distract myself by going out to the balcony. But as I go about looking in the middle of the street – what do I
    see? I see the street all filled with people, and in the middle of it my loving Jesus with the Cross upon His
    shoulders. Some pulled Him to one side, some to another. All panting, with His face dripping with blood, He
    raised His eyes toward me in the act of asking for help. Who can tell the sorrow I felt, and the impression that a
    scene so pitiful made on my soul. I immediately went inside, I myself did not know where I was; I felt my heart
    crack with pain. I shouted, and crying, I said to Him: ‘My Jesus, if only I could help You! If only I could free
    You from those wolves so rabid! Ah! I wish at least to suffer those pains in your place, to give a relief to my
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    sorrow. O please! my Good, give me suffering, for it is not fair that You suffer so much, while I, a sinner,
    remain without suffering.’
    From that time on, I remember that such a great yearning for suffering ignited within me, that it has not
    dampened yet. I also remember that after Communion I would ardently pray Him to concede me suffering; and
    sometimes, to content me, He seemed to take the thorns from His crown and prick my heart. Other times, I felt
    Him take my heart in His hands and squeeze it so tightly, that I felt faint for the pain. When I realized that
    people might notice something, and He was disposed to give me these pains, I would immediately say to Him:
    ‘Lord, what are You doing? I beg You to give me suffering, but let it be hidden to everyone.’ Up to a certain
    time, He made me content, but my sins have made me unworthy to suffer hiddenly, without anyone noticing it.
    I remember that many times, after Communion, He said to me: “You will not be able to truly resemble
    Me other than by means of sufferings. Up until now I have been together with you; now I want to leave you
    alone a little bit, without letting Myself be felt. See, up to now I have led you by the hand, instructing you and
    correcting you in everything, and you have done nothing but follow Me. Now I want you to do it by yourself.
    However, be more attentive than before, thinking that my gaze is fixed on you, though I do not let Myself be
    heard; and that when I return to make Myself heard, I will come either to reward you, if you have been faithful
    to Me, or to chastise you, if you have been ungrateful to Me.”
    I was so frightened and terrified at such intimidation, that I said to Him: ‘Lord, my all and my life, how
    can I survive without You – who will give me the strength? How is it, after You have made me leave
    everything, so much so that I feel as if no one existed for me – You want to leave me alone and abandoned.
    What, have You perhaps forgotten how bad I am, and that without You I can do nothing?’ And because of this
    objection, assuming a more serious look, He added: “The reason is that I want you to understand well who you
    are. See, I do this for your good; do not be saddened – I want to prepare your heart to receive the graces which I
    have designed for you. Up until now, I have assisted you sensibly; now I will do it less sensibly – I will make
    you touch your nothingness with your own hands; I will fuse you thoroughly in profound humility, in order to
    be able to build high walls upon you. So, instead of afflicting yourself, you should rejoice and thank Me,
    because the faster I make you cross the stormy sea, the sooner you will reach the port of safety; the harder the
    trials to which I will submit you, the greater the graces I will give you. Courage, then, courage, and I will come
    back soon.” And in saying this, He seemed to bless me, and then He left.
    Who can tell the pain I felt – the void He left in my interior, the bitter tears I shed? But I resigned myself
    to His Holy Will. It seemed that from afar I kissed His hand which had blessed me, saying to Him: ‘Good-bye,
    oh Holy Spouse, good-bye.’ I felt as if everything was over for me, because I had only Him, and since He was
    missing, no other consolation was left to me; rather, everything turned into most bitter pains. Even more,
    creatures themselves would provoke my pain, in such a way that all the things I would look at, seemed to be
    saying to me: “See, we are works of your Beloved – and He, where is He?” If I looked at the water, at the fire, at
    flowers, and even at stones, immediately my thought would say: ‘Ah! these are works of your Spouse. Ah! they
    have the good of seeing Him, and you do not see Him. O please! works of my Lord, give me news – tell me,
    where is He? He told me He would come soon, but who knows when.’
    At times, I would reach such a bitter desolation that I would feel breathless, ice cold all over, and a
    shiver throughout my whole person. Sometimes my family would notice it; they attributed it to a physical
    trouble and wanted to put me under treatment, and call the doctors. Sometimes they insisted so much that they
    succeeded, but I would do as much as I could to remain alone; so they noticed it only a few times. I remembered
    still, all of the graces, the words, the corrections, the reproaches, and I could see with a clear eye how all the
    work done until then, everything – everything, had been the work of His grace, and that there was nothing left of
    myself but mere nothing and inclination to evil. I could touch with my own hand how, without Him, I could no
    longer feel love so sensibly, and those lights so clear during meditation, such that I would remain there for two
    or three hours. However, I did as much as I could in order to do whatever I used to do when I felt Him within
    me, because I felt these words being repeated to me: “If you are faithful, I will come to reward you; if
    ungrateful, to chastise you.”
    In these way I would spend sometimes two days, sometimes four, more or less, as He pleased. My only
    comfort was to receive Him in the Sacrament. Ah! yes, certainly, I found Him there – I could not doubt; and I
    remember that only a few times He would not let Himself be heard, because I prayed Him and prayed Him and
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    importuned Him so much, that He would make me content. However, He was not loving and lovable, but
    severe.
    After I would spend those days in that state described above, I would feel Him come back within me,
    especially if I had been faithful to Him. He spoke to me more clearly, and since during the previous days I had
    not been able to conceive one word or feel anything within me, I came to know that it was not my fantasy, as I
    said to myself many times before; so much so that, of what has been said up to here, I would say nothing, either
    to the confessor or to any other living soul. But I did as much as I could to correspond to Him, otherwise He
    would wage such a war against me, that I would have no peace. Ah Lord! You have been so good to me, and I,
    still so bad.
    Continuing what I had started, I would feel Him within me, I would hug Him, I would clasp Him to
    myself, and say to Him: ‘Beloved Good, see how hard has been our separation.’ And He would say to me:
    ‘What you have gone through is nothing yet – prepare yourself for harder trials. This is why I have come – to
    dispose your heart and to strengthen it. Now you will tell me everything you have gone through – your doubts
    and fears, all of your difficulties, that I may teach you how to behave during my absence.”
    So I would make Him the narration of my pains, telling Him: ‘Lord, You see, without You I was unable
    to do anything good. The meditation – I did it all distracted, ugly; so much so that I did not have the courage to
    offer it to You at Communion. I was unable to stay there for hours, as when I could feel You; I saw myself
    alone, I had no one with whom to converse, I felt completely empty. The pain of your absence made me feel
    mortal agonies; my nature wanted to hurry up so as to escape that pain; more so, since it seemed to me that I did
    nothing but waste time. And then, the fear that, in coming back, You might chastise me, because I had not been
    faithful… So I didn’t know what to do. And then, the pain because You are offended continuously, and I was
    unable to do those acts of reparation as You taught me before, and those visits to the Most Holy Sacrament for
    the different offenses You receive… Tell me, then, what should I have done?’ And He, benignly, instructing
    me, said to me:
    1 – “You were wrong in being so disturbed. Don’t you know that I am Spirit of Peace, and the first thing
    I recommend is that you do not disturb the peace of the heart? When in prayer you are not able to recollect
    yourself, I do not want you to think of this or that – of how it is, or how it is not – because in doing so, you
    yourself call the distraction. Instead, when you find yourself in that state, the first thing to do is to humble
    yourself, confessing that you deserve those pains, and placing yourself in the arms of the executioner, like a
    humble little lamb that licks his hand while he kills it. The same for you: while seeing yourself beaten,
    disheartened and alone, you will resign yourself to my holy dispositions, you will thank Me with all your heart,
    you will kiss my hand that strikes you, recognizing yourself unworthy of those pains. Then, you will offer to Me
    that bitterness, anguish and tedium, praying Me to accept them as a sacrifice of praise, of satisfaction for your
    sins, and of reparation for the offenses that they give Me. If you do so, your prayer will ascend before my throne
    as most fragrant incense; it will wound my Heart, and you will draw new graces and new charisms upon you. In
    seeing you humble and resigned, all plunged into your nothingness, the devil will not have the power to get
    close. And here is how, where you thought you were losing, you will make great gains.”
    2 – As far as Communion, I do not want you to afflict yourself because you are not able to stay there;
    know that this is a shadow of the pains I suffered in Gethsemani. What will happen when I make you share in
    the scourges, the thorns and the nails? The thought of greater pains will make you suffer the minor pains with
    more courage. So, when during Communion you find yourself alone, agonizing, think that I want a little bit of
    your company in my agony in the garden. Therefore, place yourself near Me, and make a comparison between
    your pains and Mine: see, you – alone and deprived of Me, and I too – alone, abandoned by my most faithful
    friends who are there, sleeping; left alone even by my Divine Father; and then, in the midst of most bitter pains,
    surrounded by snakes, by vipers, by rabid dogs, which were the sins of men, among which yours too did their
    part, such that they seemed to want to devour Me alive. My Heart was taken by such grips, that I felt as if it was
    under a press; so much so, that I sweat living blood. Tell Me, when did you arrive at suffering so much?
    Therefore, when you find yourself deprived of Me, afflicted, empty of any consolation, filled with sadness, with
    worries, with pains, come close to Me, dry that blood of mine from Me, offer those pains to Me as relief for my
    most bitter agony. By doing so, you will find the way to be able to stay with Me after Communion. It is not that
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    you will not suffer, because the most bitter pain I can give to the souls dear to Me is to deprive them of Me, but
    by thinking that through your suffering you give relief to Me, you will also be content.
    3 – As for the visits and the acts of reparation, you must know that everything I did in the course of
    thirty-three years, from when I was born up to when I died, I am continuing in the Sacrament of the altar.
    Therefore I want you to visit Me thirty-three times a day, honoring my years and also uniting with Me in the
    Sacrament with my own intentions – that is, reparation, adoration… You will do this at all times: with the first
    thought of the morning, fly before the tabernacle in which I am present for love of you, and visit Me; and also
    with the last thought of the evening, while you sleep at night, before and after your meal, at the beginning of
    each one of your actions, while walking, working…”
    While He was saying this to me, I saw myself all confused, not knowing whether I could manage to do
    them; and I said to him: ‘Lord, I beg You to be with me until I acquire the habit of doing them, for I know that
    with You I can do everything – but without You, what can miserable I do?’ And He, benignly, added: “Yes, yes,
    I will content you – when have I ever failed you? I want your goodwill – whatever you want, I will give to you.”
    And so He did.
    After some time, now with Him and now deprived of Him, one day, after Communion, I felt more
    intimately united with Him. He asked me various questions, as for example: if I loved Him, if I was ready to do
    what He wanted, even the sacrifice of my life for love of Him. He also said to me: “And you, tell me what you
    want; if you are ready to do what I want, I too will do what you want.” I saw myself all confused; I could not
    understand that way of His, of operating. But with time I understood that that way of acting is when He wants to
    dispose the soul to new and heavy crosses – He knows how to draw her so close to Himself with those
    stratagems, that the soul does not dare to oppose what He wants. So I said to Him: ‘Yes, I love You; but You
    tell me, Yourself – can I find anything more beautiful, more holy, more lovable than You? And then, why ask
    me if I am ready to do what You want, when it has been so long since I delivered my will to You, and I prayed
    You not to spare me even tearing me to pieces, as long as I may give You pleasure? I abandon myself in You,
    oh Holy Spouse – operate freely, do with me whatever You want, but give me your grace, for by myself I am
    nothing and can do nothing.’
    And He repeated to me: “Are you truly ready for anything I want?” I saw myself more confused,
    annihilated, and I said: ‘Yes, I am ready’ – but almost trembling. And He, compassionating me, continued to
    tell me: “Do not fear, I will be your strength – it is not you that will suffer, but I Myself will suffer and fight
    within you. See, I want to purify your soul from every slightest spot which might hinder my love within you; I
    want to test your faithfulness. But how can I see if this is true, other than by placing you in the midst of the
    battle? Know then, that I want to put you in the midst of demons. I will give them freedom to torment you and
    to tempt you, so that after you have fought the virtues with the opposite vices, you may already find yourself in
    possession of those very virtues which you think you are losing. And then, your soul, purged, embellished,
    enriched, will be like a king returning victorious from a most fierce war, who, while he thought he would lose
    what he possessed, comes back more glorious and filled with immense riches. Then will I come; I will form my
    dwelling in you, and we will be always together. It is true that your state will be painful; the demons will give
    you no more peace, either at daytime or at night – they will always be in act of waging a most fierce war against
    you. But you, always keep your aim at what I want to make of you – that is, making you similar to Me – and at
    the fact that you will not be able to arrive at this, other than by means of many and great tribulations. In this
    way, you will have more courage to sustain the pains.”
    Who can tell how frightened I was at such an announcement? I felt my blood freeze, my hair curl, my
    imagination full of black ghosts that seemed to want to devour me alive. It seemed to me that, before putting me
    in that painful state, the Lord gave freedom to everything I was to suffer, and I saw myself surrounded by all
    this. So I turned to Him and said: “Lord, have pity on me! O please! do not leave me alone and abandoned. I see
    that the rage of the demons is such that they will leave not even the dust of myself – how shall I be able to resist
    them? My misery is well known to You, and also how bad I am; therefore, give me new grace that I may not
    offend you. My Lord, the pain that most torments my soul is to see that You too must leave me. Ah! to whom
    shall I say a word any more? Who will teach me? However, may your Will be always done – I bless your Holy
    Will.
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    And He, benignly, continued to say: “Do not afflict yourself so much; know that I will never allow them
    to tempt you beyond your strengths. If I allow this, it is for your good. I never put souls in battles so that they
    may perish; first I measure their strengths, I give them my grace, and then I put them in. And if some souls fall,
    it is because they do not remain united to Me by means of prayer; no longer feeling the sensitivity to my love,
    they go begging for love from the creatures, while I alone can satiate the human heart. They do not let
    themselves be guided by the sure path of obedience, believing more in their own judgment, than in those who
    guide them in my place. So, what is the wonder if they fall? Therefore, what I recommend to you is prayer.
    Even if you should suffer pains of death, you must never neglect that which you are used to doing; even more,
    the more you see yourself in the abyss, the more you will invoke the help of the one who can free you. Still
    more, I want you to place yourself, blindly, in the hands of the confessor, without examining what is being said
    to you. You will be surrounded by darkness, and will be like one who has no eyes, and who needs a hand to
    guide her. The eye for you will be the voice of the confessor, which, like light, will clear the darkness from you;
    the hand will be obedience, which will be your guide and support to make you reach a safe harbor. The last
    thing I recommend to you is courage. I want you to enter the battle with intrepidity. The thing that an adversary
    army fears the most is to see courage, strength, and the way in which one challenges the most dangerous fights,
    without fearing anything. So the demons are; there is nothing they fear more than a courageous soul who, all
    clinging to Me, with a strong spirit, goes into their midst, not to be wounded, but with the firm resolution of
    wounding them and exterminating them. The demons are frightened, terrified, and would rather flee; but they
    cannot, because they are bound by my Will, and they are forced to stay, to their greater torment. Therefore, do
    not fear them, for they can do nothing to you without my Will. And then, when I see that you can no longer
    resist and are about to fail, if you are faithful to me, I will come immediately, I will put everyone to flight, and I
    will give you grace and strength. Courage, then, courage.”
    Now, who can tell the change that occurred in my interior? Everything was horror for me. That love
    which I felt in me before, I saw now changed into atrocious hate. What pain, not being able to love Him. The
    thought that that Lord who had been so good to me, I was now forced to abhor and curse as if He were the most
    cruel enemy – tortured my soul. I could not look at Him, even through His images, because in looking at them,
    in holding rosaries in my hands, in kissing them, I had such rushes of hate and such strength, that doing that and
    reducing everything to pieces was the same. And sometimes I put up such resistance that my nature trembled
    from head to foot. Oh God, what a most bitter pain! I believe that if in hell there were no other pains, just the
    pain of not being able to love God would form the most horrible hell. Many times the devil would place before
    me the graces that the Lord had given me, now as a crafting of my imagination so that I would make a life more
    free, more comfortable; and now as true, and they reproached me by saying: “Is this the love He had for you? Is
    this the recompense – leaving you in our hands? You belong to us, you belong to us, everything is over for you,
    there is nothing left to hope for.” And I felt such rushes of indignation against the Lord, and of desperation
    being cast into my interior, that many times, if I found myself with some images in my hands, the power of the
    indignation was such that I would tear them apart. But while doing this, I would cry and kiss it – but I don’t
    know how I was forced to do it.
    Now, who can tell the torment of my soul? The demons made feast and laughed – some would make
    noise from one point, some from another; some would yell and shout, some would deafen me with screams,
    saying: “See how you belong to us – there is nothing left but taking you to hell, body and soul, and then you
    will see what we will do to you.” Sometimes I felt myself being pulled – now from my clothes, now from the
    chair on which I was kneeling; they would move it and yell so much that I could not pray. And sometimes the
    fear was such that, thinking I could free myself, I would go and lay down in bed (since these dins occurred
    mostly at night); but even there, they would follow me, pulling the pillow and the blankets. Now, who can tell
    the fright, the fear I felt? I myself did not know where I was, whether on earth or in hell. The fear that they
    would really take me away was such that I could no longer close my eyes to sleep. I was like one who has a
    cruel enemy who has sworn to take his life away at any cost; and I believed that this would happen to me as
    soon as I would close my eyes. Therefore I felt as if someone put something inside of them, in such a way that I
    was forced to keep them wide open to see when they were going to take me away – who knows whether I might
    pluck up the strength to oppose what they wanted to do. I felt my hair stand on end, one by one over my head,
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    and a cold sweat throughout my whole person, which penetrated deep into my bones; and I felt my nerves and
    bones being dislocated, one by one, wriggling about out of fear.
    Other times, I felt incited to such temptations of desperation and of suicide, that sometimes, finding
    myself close to the well or to a knife, I felt drawn to throw myself into it, or to take the knife and kill myself.
    The effort I had to make in order to run away was so great, that I felt pains of death; and while running away, I
    felt them come after me, suggesting to me that it was useless for me to live after I had committed so many sins,
    and that God had abandoned me because I had not been faithful. Even more, I felt as if I had done many wicked
    things which my soul had never in the world committed; therefore for me there was no more mercy to hope for.
    In the depth of my soul I felt repeat: ‘How can you live as an enemy of God? Do you know Who that God is,
    whom you have offended, cursed, hated? Ah! that immense God who surrounded you everywhere, and whom
    you have dared to offend under His very eyes. Ah! now that you have lost the God of your soul, who will ever
    again give you peace? Who will free you from so many enemies?’ The pain was such that I did nothing but cry.
    Sometimes I would start to pray, and I would feel the demons come over me to increase my torment, and some
    would beat me, some would prick me, some would suffocate my throat. I remember that once, while I was
    praying, I felt my feet being pulled from underneath the earth, and the earth open, and flames come out; and I
    was sinking into it. The fright and the pain were such that I remained half dead; so much so, that in order to
    make me recover from that state, Jesus Christ came and consoled me. He made me understand that it was not
    true that I had placed my will to offend Him, and that from the most bitter pain I felt, I myself could know that
    the devil was a liar and that I should not pay attention to him; that for now I had to have patience in suffering
    those bothers, and that then, peace would come. This would happen from time to time, when I would really
    come to the extremes, and sometimes in order to put me into more bitter torments. In the act of that comfort the
    soul would be convinced, because before that light it is impossible for the soul not to learn the truth; but then,
    when I was in the fight, I would find myself in the same state as before.
    He also tempted me not to receive Communion, persuading me that after I had committed so many sins,
    it was a boldness to go there, and that if I dared to, not Jesus Christ, but the devil would come, and would give
    me so many torments as to make me die. However, obedience would win. It is true that sometimes I suffered
    mortal pains, such that I could hardly recover after Communion, but when the confessor absolutely wanted me
    to receive It, I could not do otherwise. So, I remember that quite a few times I did not receive It.
    I also remember that sometimes, while I was praying in the evening, they would turn off the lamp;
    sometimes they would let out such roars as to strike fear; other times, feeble voices as if they were dying. But
    who can tell all that they would do? It is impossible.
    So, this hard trial, though I don’t remember too well, lasted for three years; however, there were days or
    weeks of interval. It is not that they would cease completely, but they began to mitigate.
    I remember that after one Communion, the Lord taught me what to do in order to put them to flight –
    that is, despising them and not bothering about them at all, considering as if they were as many ants. I felt so
    much strength being infused in me, that I no longer felt that fear of before. So I would act in this way: when
    they made clamors and noise, I would say to them: ‘It shows that you have nothing to do, and that in order to
    spend time you are doing so many silly things. Go ahead, do them, for when you get tired, you will stop it.’
    Sometimes they would stop; other times they would get so angry as to make greater noise. I felt them near me,
    making themselves stronger and doing violence to themselves in order to take me away; I felt the horrible
    stench, and the heat of the fire. It is true that I felt a certain shiver in my interior, but I would pluck up courage,
    and say to them: ‘Liars that you are – if this were true, you would have done it from the first day; but since it is
    false, and you have no power over me but that which comes to you from above – go ahead, keep singing; and
    then, when you are tired, you will croak.’ If then they emitted laments and shouts, I would say to them: ‘What is
    this – you could not add to the accounts today?’, that is: ‘Have some souls been taken away from you, that you
    lament so much? Poor ones, they don’t feel well; but I too want to make you lament a little bit.’ And I would
    begin to pray for sinners, or to do acts of reparation. Sometimes I would laugh when they started to do the usual
    things; and I would say to them: ‘How can I fear you, cowardly species? If you were serious beings, you would
    not have done so many silly things. Don’t you yourselves feel ashamed? Don’t you make fun of yourselves?’ If
    then they tempted me with blasphemies or hatred against God, I would offer Him that most bitter pain, that
    violence I made to myself in seeing that, while the Lord deserved all the love, all the praises, I was forced to do
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    the opposite – in reparation for many who blaspheme against Him freely, and who do not even remember that a
    God exists, whom they are obliged to love in return. If they incited me to desperation, in my interior I would
    say: ‘I don’t care either about hell or about paradise; what I care about is to love my God. This is not the time to
    think about anything else; rather, it is the time to love my good God as much as I can. Paradise and hell I place
    in His hands – He, who is so good, will give me what is best for me, and will give me a place in which I can
    glorify Him more.’
    Jesus Christ taught me that the most effective means for the soul to be freed of every vain apprehension,
    of every doubt, of every fear, was to protest before Heaven, earth and the very demons, that she does not want
    to offend God, even at the cost of her life, and that she does not want to consent to any temptation of the devil.
    And this, as soon as the soul feels the coming of the temptation, in the act of the battle, if she can, and as soon
    as she begins to feel free; and also during the course of the day. By doing this, the soul will not waste time in
    thinking about whether she has consented or not, because the mere memory of her promise will already give her
    peace; and if the devil tries to disturb her, she will be able to answer that if she had the intention of offending
    God, she would not have protested the opposite. In this way, she will remain free of any concern.
    Now, who can tell the rage of the devil because, by acting in this way, all of his tricks resolved into
    confusion for himself, and where he thought he would gain, he would lose, and his very temptations and tricks
    were used by the soul in order to make acts of reparation and love for her God.
    The other way He taught me to cast away temptations, was the following: if they tempted me to suicide,
    I was to answer: ‘You have no permission from God; on the contrary, to your annoyance, I want to live so as to
    be able to love my God more.’ If then they beat me and hit me, I was to humiliate myself, kneel and thank my
    God, because this was happening as a penance for my sins; not only this, but to offer everything as acts of
    reparation for all the offenses against God, which were made in the world.
    Lastly, an ugly temptation that lasted for a short time was that, after being in contact with demons so
    ugly for about one and a half years, I would become pregnant and deliver a little demon with horns. My
    imagination would breed itself in such a way, that I saw myself in a horrible confusion in the face of what
    people would say about me, because of such an awful event.
    Finally, after about one and a half years of this fight, the cruelties of the demons ceased, and a whole
    new life began, although the demons did not stop bothering me from time to time. However, it was not so
    frequent, the battle was not so fierce, and I became used to despising them.
    The new life that began was at the Farm called “Torre Disperata”. One day while, more than ever, I was
    tormented by the devil, to the point that I felt like losing my strengths and fainting, around evening, while I was
    in this state, I felt I was having a deadly fit and I lost consciousness. In that state, I saw Jesus Christ surrounded
    by many enemies – some were beating Him, some were slapping Him, some were driving thorns into His head,
    some were breaking His legs, some His arms. After they reduced Him almost to pieces, they put Him in the
    arms of the Madonna; and this happened not too far from me. After the Most Holy Virgin took Him in Her
    arms, She drew near me, and crying, She said to me: “Daughter, see how my Son is treated by men – the
    horrible offenses they commit, which never give Him respite. Look at Him, how He suffers.” And I tried to look
    at Him, and I saw Him all blood, all wounds, and almost cut up, reduced to a mortal state. I felt such pains that I
    would have wanted to die a thousand times rather than see my Lord suffer so much. I felt ashamed of my little
    sufferings. The Most Holy Virgin added, but always crying: “Come closer to kiss the wounds of my Son. He
    chooses you as victim, and if many offend Him, by offering yourself to suffer what He suffers, you will give
    Him a relief in so much suffering. Won’t you accept?” I felt so annihilated; I saw myself so bad (and I am still
    so) and unworthy, that I did not dare to say “yes”. My nature trembled; I felt so weak from the past pains, that it
    barely left me a thread of life. Then, I don’t know how, I saw demons yelling and shouting from afar, and I saw
    that everything I had seen the Lord suffer, they were going to do to me, if I accepted. I felt such pains,
    sufferings, pulling of nerves within me, that I thought I was going to leave life.
    Finally, I drew near and I kissed His wounds. It seemed that, after I did that, those limbs so lacerated
    would heal, and the Lord, who before seemed to be almost dead, would begin to revive to new life. Interiorly, I
    received great lights about the offenses that are given, and attractions to accept being a victim though I should
    suffer a thousand deaths, for the Lord deserved everything, and I could not oppose what He wanted. This
    happened while we were in mute silence. But those gazes that we exchanged were so many invitations, so many
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    burning darts that pierced my heart through. The Most Holy Virgin, especially, spurred me on to accept; but
    who can tell all that I went through? Finally, looking at me benignly, the Lord told me: “You have seen how
    much they offend Me, and how many walk along the paths of evil, and without realizing it, fall into the abyss.
    Come to offer yourself before Divine justice as victim of reparation for the offenses that are given, and for the
    conversion of sinners who, with eyes closed, drink at the poisoned fount of sin. A large field of sufferings opens
    before you, yes – but also of graces; I will never leave you again, I will come within you to suffer all that men
    do to Me, making you share in my pains. For help and comfort, I give you my Mother.” And He seemed to
    deliver me to Her – and She accepted me. I too offered all of myself to Him and to the Virgin – ready to do what
    He wanted. This is how it ended the first time.
    After I came round from that state, I felt such pains, such annihilation of myself, that I saw myself as a
    miserable little worm that was able to do nothing but crawl on the earth. And I said to the Lord: ‘Help – your
    omnipotence knocks me down; I see that if You do not lift me, my nothing will undo and be dissolved. Give me
    suffering, but I beg You to give me strength, for I feel I am dying.’ And so an alternation began, of visits from
    Our Lord and of torments on the part of demons. The more I resigned myself, the more they increased their
    rage.
    A few days after what is said above, I felt like I was losing consciousness again (I remember that, at the
    beginning, every time I felt such a state come to me, I thought I was going to leave life). As I lost
    consciousness, Our Lord made Himself seen once again with the crown of thorns on His head, all dripping with
    blood; and turning to me, He said: “Daughter, take a look at what men do to Me. In these sad times their pride is
    so great that they have poisoned all the air; and the stench that spreads everywhere is such that it has reached
    even before my throne in Heaven. They act in such a way as to close Heaven by themselves. The miserable ones
    do not have eyes to know the truth, because they are obfuscated by the sin of pride, followed by the other vices
    which they bring with themselves. O please! give Me a relief from so many bitter spasms, and a reparation for
    so many wrongdoings against Me.” And in saying this, He removed the crown from Himself, which did not
    look like a crown, but all one piece, such that not even a little portion of the head remained free – it was all
    pierced through by those thorns. As He removed the crown, He drew near me and asked me if I accepted it. I
    felt so annihilated; I felt such pains because of the offenses that are given, that I felt my heart split. I said to
    Him: ‘Lord, do with me what You want.’ And so He took it, He drove into my head, and He disappeared.
    Now, who can tell the spasms I felt when I came back into myself? At each movement of my head I
    thought I would breathe my last, so many were the pains and the prickings I felt in my head, in my eyes, in my
    ears, behind my neck. I felt those thorns penetrate even into my mouth, and it clenched in such a way that I
    could not open it to take food, so I would remain sometimes two days, sometimes three, without being able to
    take anything. When they somehow mitigated, I would feel, sensibly, a hand which pressed my head and
    renewed the pains; and sometimes the spasms were such that I would lose consciousness because of the pain. At
    the beginning, this would happen on certain days, while on others it wouldn’t. When they were repeated, it
    would be three or four times a day, and they would last sometimes a quarter of an hour, sometimes half an hour,
    sometimes one hour, and then I would remain free, though feeling very weak and in suffering. I would remain
    in suffering, more or less, depending on how much those pains were communicated to me during that state of
    dozing.
    I also remember that, since sometimes I could not open my mouth in order to take food, as I said above,
    because of the sufferings in my head, and since my family knew that didn’t really want to be in company, when
    they saw that I was not eating, they would attribute it to a fuss of mine, and naturally, they would become
    irritated, they would get upset, and they would mock me. My nature wanted to resent this, because I saw that
    what they were saying was not true, but the Lord did not want this resentment – and this is what happened:
    One evening, while we were at the table, and I was in this state of not being able to open my mouth, my
    family began to get upset. I was so affected that I started to cry, and in order not to be seen, I got up and I went
    somewhere else, still crying; and I prayed Jesus Christ and the Most Holy Virgin to give me help and strength in
    order to bear this trial. But as I was doing this, I felt I was beginning to lose consciousness. Oh God! what pain
    was the mere thought that my family was going to see me, for until then, they had not noticed it. At that
    moment, I said: ‘Lord, do not allow them to see me.’ I was so ashamed of being seen, that I myself cannot
    explain why, and I tried as much as I could to hide myself in those places where I could not be seen. When then
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    I was caught by surprise, in such a way that I would not have the time to hide or at least kneel – for whatever
    position I was in, I would remain in it, and they might say I was praying – then I would be found out. As I lost
    consciousness, Our Lord made Himself seen in the midst of many enemies who gave Him all sorts of insults;
    especially, they grabbed Him and trampled Him underfoot, they blasphemed against Him, they pulled His hair.
    It seemed to me that my good Jesus wanted to escape from under those fetid soles, and He kept looking – who
    knows, He might find a friendly hand who would free Him; but He found no one. While seeing this, I did
    nothing but cry over the pains of my Lord. I would have wanted to go into the midst of those enemies – who
    knows, maybe I could free Him; but I did not dare to. I said to Him: ‘Lord, let me share in your pains. O please!
    if only I could relieve You and free You.’ As I was saying this, those enemies, as if they had understood, came
    against me – but so enraged. And they began to beat me, to pull my hair, to trample me. I had so much fear; I
    suffered, yes, but within me I was content, because I could see that the Lord was given a little respite.
    Afterwards, those enemies disappeared, and I remained alone with my Jesus. I tried to compassionate Him, but I
    did not dare to say anything. And He, breaking the silence, said to me: “All that you have seen is nothing
    compared to the offenses that they give Me continuously. Their blindness, their flooding themselves with the
    things of the earth is such that they reach the point of becoming not only my cruel enemies, but also enemies of
    themselves; and since their eyes are fixed on mud, they reach the point of despising the Eternal. Who will put a
    mend to so much ingratitude? Who will have compassion for so many people, who cost Me blood, and who live
    almost buried in the stench of earthly things? O please! come with Me, and pray and cry together with Me for so
    many blind who are all eyes for all that gives of earth, and then despise and trample my graces under their filthy
    feet, as if they were mud. O please! lift yourself above all that is earth – abhor and despise all that does not
    belong to Me. Do not be affected any more by the insults you receive from your family, after you have seen Me
    suffer so much; rather, take to heart only my honor, the offenses that they give Me continuously, the loss of so
    many souls. O please! do not leave Me alone in the midst of so many pains that torture my Heart. All that you
    are suffering now is little compared to the pains you will suffer. Have I not always told you that what I want
    from you is the imitation of my life? Take a look at how dissimilar you are from Me. Therefore, pluck up
    courage and do not fear.”
    After this, I returned into myself, and then I realized that I was surrounded by my family. They were
    crying and were all troubled; and they were so concerned that that state might occur again and, especially, that I
    might die, that they brought me back to Corato as quickly as they could, so that I might be observed by doctors.
    I don’t know why, but I felt such pain at the thought that I was to be visited by doctors, that many times I cried
    and lamented to the Lord, saying to Him: ‘How many times, oh Lord, I begged You to let me suffer hiddenly.
    This was my only and sole contentment, and now I am deprived also of this. O please! tell me, how shall I
    endure this? You alone can help me and relieve me from my affliction. Don’t You see how many things they
    say? One thinks in one way, one in another; one wants to apply one remedy on me, one, another – they are all
    eyes over me, in such a way that they give me no more peace. O please! help me in so many pains, for I feel life
    failing me.’
    And the Lord, benignly, added: “Do not want to afflict yourself because of this. What I want from you is
    that you abandon yourself in my arms as if you were dead. Until you keep your eyes opened to look at what I
    am doing, and at what the creatures do and say, I cannot operate freely upon you. Don’t you want to trust Me?
    Don’t you know how much I love you, and that everything I allow, either through creatures, or from demons, or
    directly from Me, is truly for your good and serves for nothing but to lead the soul to that state for which I have
    chosen her? Therefore I want you to remain in my arms with your eyes closed, without looking at and
    investigating this or that, trusting Me completely, and letting Me operate freely. If then you want to do the
    opposite, you will lose much time, and you will come to oppose what I want to do with you. As for creatures,
    use profound silence, be benign and submissive with everyone; let your life, your breathing, your thoughts and
    affections be continuous acts of reparations to placate my justice, offering Me, along with them, the bothers
    from creatures, which will not be few.”
    After this, I did as much as I could to resign myself to the Will of God, although many times I was put in
    such constraints by the creatures, that at times I would do nothing but cry. The time also came to have me
    visited by a doctor, and he judged that it was nothing other than a nervous phenomenon; so he prescribed
    medicines, distractions, strolls, cold baths. He recommended to my family that they watch well over me when I
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    was surprised by that state, “because”, he said, “if you move her, you may break her, but not fix her”, since
    when I was surprised by that state, I would remain petrified.
    So, a war arose on the part of my family. They prevented me from going to church; they no longer gave
    me that freedom to be by myself; I was watched everywhere, and so they noticed it more often. Many times, I
    lamented to the Lord, saying to Him: ‘My good Jesus, how my pains have increased – I am deprived also of the
    things dearest to me, which are the Sacraments. I had never thought I would reach this point. But who knows
    where I will end up! O please! give me help and strength, for my nature is failing me.’ Many times He would
    deign to tell me a few words. He would say to me: “I am your help, what do you fear? Don’t you remember that
    I too suffered from all kinds of people – some had one opinion about Me, some another. The most holy things I
    did were judged by them as faulty, wicked, to the point of telling Me that I was possessed; so much so, that they
    would look at Me with surly eyes. They would keep Me in their midst, but unwillingly, and would plot among
    themselves about how they could take my life away as soon as possible, for my presence had become
    intolerable for them. So, don’t you want Me to make you similar to Me, by making you suffer from creatures?”
    And so I spent several years suffering from creatures, from demons, and directly from God. At times I
    reached such bitterness from creatures and from the way they thought, that I was ashamed of being seen by
    anyone; so much so, that my greatest sacrifice was to appear in the midst of people –the blushing and the
    confusion were such, that I felt dazed. There were more visits from other doctors, but they came up with
    nothing. Sometimes, shedding bitter tears, I would say to Him with all my heart: ‘Lord, how public my
    sufferings have become – not only to my family, but also to people from outside. I see myself all covered with
    confusion; it seems to me that everyone is pointing his finger at me, as if these sufferings were the most wicked
    actions. I myself am unable to tell what has happened to me. O please! You alone can free me from such
    publicity, and let me suffer hiddenly. I beg You, I implore you – answer me.’ Sometimes the Lord too showed
    He would not listen to me, and my pains would increase. Then other times, He would compassionate me, telling
    me: “Poor daughter, come to Me for I want to console you. You are right that you suffer, but don’t you
    remember that I too – oh! how much more I suffered. Up to a certain point, my pains remained hidden, but
    when the Will of the Father came for Me to suffer in public, promptly I went out to meet confusions,
    opprobrium, scorns, to the point of being stripped naked in the midst of a most numerous people. Could you
    imagine a confusion greater than this? My nature felt these kinds of sufferings greatly, but I had my gaze fixed
    on the Will of the Father, and I offered those pains in reparation for many who commit the most wicked actions
    publicly, with open eyes, boasting about them without the slightest blush – saying to Him: ‘Father, accept my
    confusions and opprobrium in reparation for many who have the insolence to offend You so freely, without the
    slightest sorrow. Forgive them, give them lights, that they may see the ugliness of sin and convert.’ I want that
    you too share in these kinds of sufferings. Don’t you know that the most beautiful presents I can give to the
    souls I love are crosses and pains? You are still a little girl in the way of the cross, therefore you feel too weak.
    Once you have grown up and have known how precious suffering is, then you will feel stronger. Therefore, lean
    on Me – rest, for in this way you will acquire strength.”
    After I spent some time in this state mentioned above – about six or seven months – the sufferings
    increased even more, to the point that I was forced to stay in bed. Often that state of losing consciousness
    multiplied, to the point that I would almost not have one hour free. I reduced myself to a state of extreme
    weakness; my mouth clenched in such a way that I could not open it at all, and in the few free moments I would
    have, I was able to take just a few drops of some drink, if I managed at all. And then I was forced to bring it up,
    because of the continuous vomiting which I have always had. After I remained about eighteen days in this
    continuous state, they called the confessor, so that I could confess. When the confessor came, he found me in
    that state of dozing. When I came round, he asked me what was wrong with me. Keeping silent about all the
    rest, and since at that time the troubles of the demons and the visits of Our Lord continued, I just said to him:
    ‘Father, it’s the devil.’ He said to me: “Do not be afraid, for it is not the devil; and if it is he, father will free
    you.” So, giving me the obedience and marking me with the sign of the cross, and helping me to loosen my
    arms, for I felt my whole body petrified as if it had become one single piece, he managed to restore the motion
    of my arms, and to make me open my mouth, which before had been unmovable to everything. I attributed this
    to the sanctity of my confessor, who was really a holy priest. I considered this almost a miracle; so much so,
    that I would say to myself: ‘See, I was ready to die’ – because I really felt ill, and if that state had continued, I
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    think I would have left life. However, I remember that I was resigned, and that when I saw myself free, I felt a
    certain regret for not having died.
    Then, after the confessor went away and I was free, I went back to the state of before. And so it
    happened that I spent sometimes a week, sometimes fifteen days, and even months, being surprised by that state
    every now and then during the day, and I was able to free myself by myself. But when I was discovered, very
    often as I said before, my family would call the confessor; more so, since they had seen that the first time I had
    been freed, while everyone believed that I would never again recover from that state. But then I went down to
    church and I returned to that state again, and so they would call the confessor, and then I would be freed.
    However, I could never have imagined that it would take the priest to free me from such a state, or that my
    trouble was an extraordinary thing. It is true that when I would lose consciousness I could see Jesus Christ, but I
    attributed this to the goodness of Our Lord, saying to myself: ‘See how good the Lord is with me, that He
    comes to give me strength in this state of sufferings; otherwise, how could I sustain it – who would give me the
    strength?’ It is also true that when such a state was going to occur, in the morning, during Communion He
    would tell me, and during that very state, sufferings would come to me from Him Himself. But I would pay
    attention to none of this; at the mere thought, sometimes, of telling this to the confessor, I felt I was the proudest
    soul that existed in the world if I dared to open my mouth to speak of these things…of seeing Jesus Christ. And
    I would feel such blushing, that it was impossible to say anything to that confessor, as good and holy as he was.
    It was so true that I did not think that it would take the priest to free me, and that this was happening
    because of the sanctity of my confessor, that when the time came that he went away to the countryside, one
    morning, after Communion, the Lord made me understand that I was going to be surprised by that state, inviting
    me to keep Him company by participating in His pains – and I immediately said to Him: ‘Lord, how shall I do it
  • the confessor is not here; who is going to free me? Maybe You want to make me die now?’ And the Lord just
    told me: “Your trust must be only in Me. Be resigned, because resignation renders the soul radiant, and it keeps
    all other passions in their place, in such a way that, attracted by those rays of light, I go into that soul and I
    transform her completely within Me, and I make her live from my own Life.”
    I resigned myself to His Holy Will; I offered that Communion as the last one of my life, and I gave the
    last good-bye to Jesus in the Sacrament. But though resigned, I felt my nature so much, that for the whole day I
    did nothing but cry and pray the Lord to give me strength. In truth, that situation turned out to be so very bitter
    to me, and without thinking or knowing anything, I found myself with a new and heavy cross, such that I
    believe it has been the heaviest I have had in my life. While I was in that state of sufferings, I would think of
    nothing but dying and doing the Will of God. As for my family, which also suffered in seeing me in that state,
    they tried to call some priests, but for one reason or another, they did not want to come. After ten days came the
    confessor who used to confess me when I was little, and it happened that he too was able to make me come
    round from that state. Then I realized the net in which the Lord had wrapped me.
    From here, a war arose against me on the part of priests – some would say that it was a pretense, some
    that beating was needed, some that I wanted to make myself believed a saint; some would add that I was
    possessed, and many other things, such that, if I wanted to tell them all, the story would be too long. So, with
    these ideas in their minds, when sufferings would occur and my family would call one of them, they would have
    such strange reactions, that my poor family suffered very much, especially my poor mama – how many tears
    she shed for me. Oh! Lord, reward her – You Yourself. Oh! my good Lord, how much I suffered on this side –
    You alone know everything.
    So, who can tell how bitter this situation was for me – that the priest was needed in order to free me
    from that state of sufferings. How many times I prayed, shedding most bitter tears, that He would free me! How
    many times I made explicit resistance to the Lord when He wanted me to offer myself as victim and accept the
    pains. I would say to Him: ‘Lord, promise me that You Yourself will free me, and then I will accept everything;
    otherwise – no, I don’t want to accept.’ And I would resist the first day, the second, the third… But who can
    resist God? He would tell me so many things, that in the end I was forced to submit myself to the cross.
    Other times, I would say to Him from the heart and with familiarity: ‘Lord, how is it that You have done
    this? Between You and me, You now want to place a third? And this third one does not want to make himself
    available. See, we could have been so content, the two of us. When You wanted me to suffer, I would
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    immediately accept, because I would know that You Yourself would free me. There is no need of another hand
    now. I beg You, free me, and both of us will be more content.’
    Sometimes He pretended not to hear me, and He would not tell me anything. Then other times, He
    would say: “Do not fear, I am the one who gives darkness and light. The time of the light will come. It is my
    usual way to manifest my works through the priests.”
    So I spent three or four years of these contradictions on the part of priests. Many times they would
    subject me to very hard trials; they would reach the point of letting me remain in that state of sufferings – that
    is, petrified, incapable of any slightest motion, even of taking a drop of water – for eighteen days, more or less,
    when they pleased to do so. The Lord alone knows what I was going through in that state; and after they came, I
    would not even have the good of hearing them say to me: “Have patience, do the Will of God.” Rather, I was
    reproached as being fussy and disobedient. Oh! God, what pain – how many tears I shed. How many times I
    thought I was disobedient, saying to myself: ‘How can this be – that virtue which is the most pleasing to the
    Lord is so far away from me. What good can a disobedient soul ever do or hope for?’ Many times, I would
    lament to Our Lord, and at times I reached the point of being resentful; and when He wanted me to accept
    sufferings, I would resist as much as I could. But when He saw that I would begin to resist, the Lord showed He
    would not pay attention to me and He would not tell me anything else; and then, all of a sudden, He would
    come to surprise me. As for what the confessor said, that is because sometimes he did not want me to fall into
    that state; but this was not in my power. Yet It is true that I have been disobedient, and that I have always been
    good at nothing, but I also remember that the most tormenting pain for me was that of not being able to obey.
    I remember that during this period of time there was the cholera; one day I prayed my good Jesus to
    make this scourge cease. And He said to me: “I will content you, as long as you accept offering yourself to
    suffer whatever I want.”
    I said to Him: ‘Lord, no, I cannot – You know how they think. If this thing could pass only between me
    and You, I would have been absolutely ready to accept everything.’ And He said to me: “My daughter, if I had
    thought of what men were thinking and of what they were going to do with Me, I would not have operated the
    Redemption of mankind. But I had my eyes fixed on their salvation, and the great love that devoured Me made
    Me act in this way: when I would see people who were thinking ill about Me, and who caused occasion to make
    Me suffer more, I would offer those very pains that they gave Me for their own salvation. Have you forgotten
    that what I want from you is the imitation of my Life, and that I will make you share in everything I suffered?
    Don’t you know that the most beautiful act, the most heroic and most pleasing to Me, which you must offer to
    Me, is that of offering yourself for the very ones who are against you?”
    I remained mute; I did not know what to answer. I accepted everything the Lord wanted, and so in the
    evening I was surprised by that state of sufferings, and I remained in it for three consecutive days. Then, after I
    came round, I no longer heard anything about the cholera.
    After this, I received another mortification, and this was having to change confessor, because since he
    was a religious, he was called back to the convent. I was content with him, and most of those dins mentioned
    above occurred when he was in the countryside, especially during the last year he was my confessor; because of
    the cholera spreading in town, he spent only six months here. My confessor did not give many reproaches; he
    would let me remain in that state of sufferings for one day, and then he would come. So, it was less than a
    month since he had withdrawn to the countryside, and it became known that he was leaving. This was painful
    for me – not because I was attached, but because of the necessity I had of him. So I went to the Lord and I told
    Him of my pain, and He said to me: “I do not want you to afflict yourself because of this. I am the master of
    hearts, and I can turn them and turn them again as I please. If he did some good to you, he has been nothing but
    a vessel which received from Me, and gave to you. So I will do with the others; what do you fear then? My
    dear, as long as you keep turning your eye now to the right, now to the left, and you let it set now on something,
    now on something else, and you do not have your eye fixed on Me, you will not be able to walk speedily along
    the way of Heaven. On the contrary, you will always be limping and will not be able to follow the influence of
    grace. Therefore I want you to look at all the things that surround you with holy indifference, remaining all
    intent on Me alone.”
    After these words, my heart acquired so much strength that I suffered little or nothing from such a great
    loss – of one who had done so much good to my soul.
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    So it happened that I changed confessor, and I returned to the confessor who used to confess me when I
    was little. But may the Lord be always blessed who uses those very paths which appear to be contrary to us,
    almost as if they were to bring harm to our soul, for our greater good and for His glory. So it happened that I
    began to open my soul, since up to that point I had not said anything to anyone. As much effort as I would make
    over myself, I could not manage; even more, I would see myself more impotent to tell of the things of my
    interior. The blushing I felt at the mere thought of telling these things was such that I felt it would have been
    easier for me to tell the ugliest sins. Where this came from – I don’t know. From the confessor – I don’t think
    so, because he was so good, trustful, sweet, patient in listening. He would take a most exact care of the soul; he
    would have his eye on everything, so that I might walk straight. From me – I don’t think so either, because I felt
    a block over my soul, and I had all the will to free myself and to hear at least what the confessor thought about
    it; but I felt it was impossible for me to do it. To me, I think that there was an intervention of the Lord.
    So, finding myself with the new confessor, I began to open my interior, little by little. Many times the
    Lord commanded me to manifest to the confessor what He had told me; and when I would not do it, the Lord
    would scold me, He would reproach me severely, and at times He reached the point of telling me that if I did
    not do it, He would come no more – which is the most bitter pain for me, such that all the other pains compared
    to this seem to be nothing but blades of straw. Therefore, the fear that He would really not come was so great,
    that I did as much as I could in order to manifest my interior. It is true that many times this cost me very much,
    but the fear of losing my dear Jesus would make me overcome everything. I was also pushed by the confessor to
    say where such a state was coming from, what happened to me when I was in that doziness, what was the cause
    of it. He would now command me to manifest it, now force me through the precepts of obedience, and now
    place before me the fear that I might be living in illusion and deceit, living within myself, while if I manifested
    it to the priest, I could be more certain and tranquil, because the Lord never permits that the priest be mistaken
    when the soul is obedient. So, Jesus Christ pushed me from one side, the confessor from the other. It seemed to
    me that sometimes they were banding together, the two of them – the confessor and Jesus Christ. And so I
    managed to manifest my soul. The past confessor would not do that – he would not ask me a question; he would
    not try to know what was happening to me in that state of doziness, and so I myself did not know how to come
    out and talk about these things. The concern he had was that I be resigned, conformed to the Will of God,
    bearing the cross that the Lord had given me; so much so, that if sometimes he saw me a little bothered, he
    would suffer great sorrow.
    So it happened that I spent about another year with this confessor, in the same state described above.
    And since the confessor knew where that state of sufferings was coming from, he told me that when Jesus
    Christ wanted me to have sufferings, I should go to him to ask for the obedience. I remember that one morning,
    after Communion, the Lord told me: “Daughter, the iniquities that are committed are so many that the scale of
    my justice is about to overflow. Know that I will pour heavy scourges upon men, especially a most fierce war in
    which I will make a slaughter of the human flesh. Ah! yes.” He continued, almost crying: “I gave bodies to men
    that they might be as many sanctuaries where I would go to delight in them; but they have turned them into
    sewers of rot, which emanate such stench as to force Me to stay far away from them. See what a recompense I
    receive for so much love and for the so many pains I have suffered for them. Who has ever been treated like
    Me? Ah! no one. But what is the cause? It is the excessive love I have for them. Therefore, I will try with the
    chastisements.”
    I felt my heart split with pain; it seemed to me that the offenses they were giving Him were so many,
    that in order to escape, He wanted to hide within Me, almost to find a refuge. I also felt such pains because men
    were to be chastised, that it seems that I myself was to suffer – not them. Even more, it seemed to me that, if I
    could, it would have been more bearable for me to suffer all of those chastisements myself, rather than to see
    others suffer.
    I tried to compassionate Him as much as I could, and with all my heart I said to Him: ‘Oh! Holy Spouse,
    hold back the scourges which your justice has prepared. If the multiplicity of the iniquities of men is great, there
    is the immense sea of your Blood in which You can bury them. In this way your justice will be satisfied. If You
    have no where to go to delight Yourself, come into me – I give You all my heart, that You may somehow rest
    and delight with it. It is true that I too am a bilge of vices, but You can purify me and make of me what You
    want. But, O please!, placate Yourself. If the sacrifice of my life is necessary – oh! how gladly I would make it
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    for You, as long as I may see your own images spared.’ And the Lord, interrupting me, continued: “Here is
    exactly where I wanted you – if you offer yourself to suffer, no longer every now and then as up until now, but
    continuously, every day, for a certain given time, I will spare men. See how I will do it: I will put you between
    my justice and the iniquities of the creatures, and when my justice sees itself full of iniquities to the point of not
    being able to contain them, and is forced to send the thunderbolts of the scourges in order to chastise the
    creatures, in finding you in the middle, instead of striking them, it will strike you. Only in this way will I be able
    to content you in sparing men – not otherwise.”
    I remained all confused; I didn’t know what to say. My nature would do its part, being frightened and
    trembling, but I saw that my good Jesus was waiting for an answer – whether I accepted or not. So, seeing
    myself almost forced to speak, I said to Him: ‘Oh! my Most Divine Spouse, on one hand I would be ready to
    accept, but how is it going to work with the confessor: if he does not want to come every once in a while, how
    can it be possible that he will come every day? Free me from this cross – that the confessor be needed in order
    to free me – and then everything will be arranged between me and You.’ Then the Lord said to me: “Go to the
    confessor and ask him for the obedience. If he wants, you will tell him everything I told you, and you will
    follow whatever he says. See, it will not be only for the good of creatures that I want these continuous
    sufferings, but also for your good. In this state of sufferings I will purify your soul thoroughly, in such a way as
    to dispose you to form a mystical marriage with Me; and after this, I will make the last transformation, in such a
    way that both of us will become like two candles placed on the fire – one is transformed into the other and they
    form a single one. In this way I will transform Myself in you, and you will remain crucified with Me. Ah!
    would you not be happy if you could say: ‘The Bridegroom is crucified, but the bride also is crucified? Ah! yes,
    there is nothing that renders me dissimilar from Him.’
    So, when I was able to speak with the confessor, I told him everything that the Lord had said to me; and
    since the Lord had said to me those words, “for a certain given time”, without notifying me of the exact time
    during which I was to suffer continuously, I took it as about forty days, more or less…and now it has been
    about twelve years that I continue to be in it. But may God be always blessed; may His inscrutable judgments
    be always adored. I believe that if the blessed Lord had made me understand clearly the length of time I was to
    be in bed, my nature would have been frightened very much, and would hardly have submitted itself to it.
    Although I remember that I have always been resigned, at that time I did not know the preciousness of the cross,
    as the Lord has made me know during the course of these twelve years; nor would the confessor have adapted
    himself to give me the obedience. So I said to the confessor that the Lord wanted him to give me the obedience
    to remain in continuous suffering for about forty days, and I told him all the rest. To my surprise – because I
    thought it was impossible – the confessor told me that if it was really the Will of God he would give me the
    obedience, because, in reality, it was not that he could not come, but rather… a little bit of human respect. My
    soul rejoiced very much for I would be able to make the Lord content, and therefore have creatures spared, but
    my nature was very much afflicted in receiving this obedience; so much so, that for a few days I was very
    saddened. My soul also was affected very much, thinking that I was to remain for such a long time without
    being able to receive Jesus in the Sacrament, my only and sole comfort. At times I would feel a war so very
    fierce within me, that I myself did not know what had happened to me. The devil too would add many things,
    but my good Jesus put a remedy to everything; and this is how He did it.
    By order of the current confessor, I move on to speak about something else. I will obey in manifesting
    the various ways in which the Lord has spoken to me:
    It seems to me that the ways in which the Lord has spoken to me are four; but these four ways of Jesus’
    speaking are very different from inspirations.
    1 – The first way is when the soul goes out of herself. However, first I want to explain a little bit better
    about this going out of myself. It happens in two ways: the first is instantaneous, almost in a flash; and it is so
    sudden, that it seemed to me that the body would lift a little bit from the bed in order to follow the soul, but then
    it would stay there. And it seemed to me that the body would remain as dead, while the soul would follow Jesus,
    walking throughout the whole universe – the earth, the air, the seas, the mountains, Purgatory and Heaven,
    where many times He showed me the place where I will be after I die. The other way, then, for the soul to go
    out, is more quiet. It seems that the body dozes off insensibly and remains as though petrified at the presence of
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    Jesus Christ; however, the soul remains with the body, and the body no longer feels anything of external things
    – even if all the universe turned upside down; even if they burned me up and reduced me to pieces.
    These two ways, so different, of going out of myself, I have noticed sensibly, because in the first way,
    having to obey the confessor when he would come to wake me up, I would see him from the place where Jesus
    would lead me – that is, from the ends of the earth, or of the air, or of the mountains, or of the sea, or of
    Purgatory, or even of Heaven itself. Even more, it would seem to me that I would not have the time to let the
    confessor find my soul in the body, and therefore I would not be able to obey. It seemed that, so far away as I
    was with my soul – I say, it seemed to me – that I would bustle about, and become all anxious and worried that I
    might not be able to let myself be found there by the confessor in time, and therefore I would not be able to
    obey. However, I confess that I have always been there in time, and it seemed to me that my soul would enter
    my body before the confessor would begin to give me the obedience to wake up.
    Even more, I tell the truth, many times, from afar, I could see the confessor coming, but in order not to
    leave Jesus, it seemed that I would not be thinking that the confessor was coming. But then Jesus Himself
    would hurry me to return with the soul into my body so as to be able to obey the confessor. And then I would
    feel great reluctance about leaving Jesus, but obedience would win; and upon leaving Jesus, He Himself either
    kissed me or embraced me, or would do something else to take leave of me. And I, upon leaving my dear Jesus,
    would say to Him: ‘I go to the confessor, but You, my good Jesus, come back soon, as soon as the confessor
    goes away.’
    These are, then, the two ways in which the soul seemed to go out of the body, and in these two ways in
    which the soul goes out, God speaks to me. This way of speaking He Himself calls intellectual speaking. I will
    try to explain it: after the soul has gone out of the body, finding herself before Jesus, she has no need of words
    in order to understand what the Lord wants to tell her; nor does the soul need to speak in order to make herself
    understood; but through the intellect – oh! how well we understand each other when we are together. From a
    light that comes from Jesus into my intellect, I feel everything that my Jesus wants to make me understand
    being impressed within me. This way is very high and sublime; so much so, that the nature can hardly adapt
    itself to explain it with words – it can barely give a few ideas. This way of Jesus of making Himself understood
    is extremely rapid – in one simple instant one learns many sublime things, more than by reading entire books.
    Oh! what a most ingenious teacher Jesus is – in one simple instant He teaches so many things, while it would
    take entire years for someone else, if he manages at all, because the terrestrial teacher does not have the power
    to draw the will of his disciple, or to infuse things in his mind without effort and toil. But not with Jesus: His
    sweetness, the loveliness of His gesture, the gentleness of His speaking are so great – and then He is so
    beautiful, that as soon as the soul sees Him, she feels so drawn that sometimes the speed with which she runs
    after Jesus is so great, that almost without realizing it, she finds herself transformed into the beloved, in such a
    way that the soul is no longer capable of distinguishing her terrestrial being so much is she identified with the
    Divine Being. Who can tell what the soul feels in this state? It would take Jesus Himself, or a soul perfectly
    separated from the body, because in finding herself surrounded once again by the wall of this body, and losing
    that light which before kept her submerged, the soul loses very much and remains obscured. So, if she tries to
    say something, she can do it only roughly.
    To give an idea, I will say that I imagine one born blind, who has never had the good of seeing what is
    contained in the entire universe, and who, for a few minutes, had the good of opening his eyes to the light and
    were able to see everything that is contained in the world – the sun, the heavens, the sea, the many cities, the
    many machines, the varieties of flowers and the many other things that are in the world; and who, after those
    few minutes of light, returned to the blindness of before. Now, could he describe, distinctly, everything that he
    has seen? He could give a rough outline, and say a few things confusedly. Now, something similar happens
    when the soul finds herself separated, and then back into the body. I don’t know whether I am saying nonsense,
    but just as that poor blind one would remain but with the sorrow of the lost sight, the same for the soul: she lives
    moaning and almost in a violent state, because the soul feels always violently drawn toward the highest Good.
    The attraction toward Himself that Jesus leaves in the soul is so great, that the soul would like to remain always
    attracted within her God. But this cannot be, and therefore she lives as if she lived in Purgatory. I add that the
    soul has nothing of her own in this state – everything is operation done by the Lord.
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    2 – Now I will try to explain the second way that Jesus has in speaking: finding herself outside of
    herself, the soul sees the person of Jesus Christ, for example, as a child, or crucified, or in any other posture;
    and the soul sees the Lord pronouncing the words from His mouth, and the soul answers from her mouth.
    Sometimes it happens that the soul begins to converse with Jesus, just as two intimate spouses would do. The
    speaking of the Lord is very moderate – just four or five words, and sometimes even just one word; very rarely
    it lengthens a little bit. But in those very few words – ah! how much light He introduces into the soul. I seem to
    see a little rivulet at first sight, but in looking more closely, instead of a rivulet, one can see an immense sea.
    Such is one word said by Jesus. The immensity of light it leaves in the soul is such, that by chewing it
    thoroughly, she discovers so many things, sublime and profitable for her soul, as to remain astonished.
    I believe that if all the learned united together, they would all remain confused and mute at one single
    word of Jesus. Now, this way is more suitable for the human nature, and it can be manifested easily, because
    upon entering herself, the soul brings with her that which she has heard from the mouth of Our Lord, and she
    communicates it to the body. It is not so easy when it is through the intellect.
    To me, I think that Jesus has this way of speaking in order to adapt Himself to the human nature. It is not
    that He needs the word in order to make Himself understood, but in this way the soul understands more easily,
    and she can manifest it to the confessor. In sum, Jesus acts like a most knowledgeable, wise and intelligent
    teacher, who possesses all sciences to the highest degree, and no one can equal Him. But since He finds Himself
    in the midst of disciples who have not yet learned the first syllables of the alphabet, keeping all of the other
    studies within Himself, He teaches the a,b,c to the disciples.
    Oh! how good is Jesus. He adapts Himself to the learned and speaks to them in a very high manner, in
    such a way that in order to understand Him, they have to study well what He tells them. And He adapts Himself
    to the ignorant, pretending to be, He Himself, a little bit ignorant; and He speaks in a low manner, in such a way
    that no one may remain on an empty stomach from the lesson of this Divine Teacher.
    3 – The third way in which Jesus speaks to me is when, in speaking, He communicates its very
    substance to the soul. It seems to me that just as when the Lord created the world, at one word things were
    created, in the same way, since His word is creative, in the very act in which He pronounces the word, He
    creates in the soul that very thing which He is saying. As for example, Jesus says to the soul: “See how beautiful
    things are, but as much as your eye may flow over the earth and in Heaven, you will never find a beauty similar
    to Me.” At these words of Jesus, the souls feels a certain something divine enter herself; the soul remains so
    very drawn toward this beauty, and at the same time she loses attraction for all the other things. As beautiful and
    precious as they may be, they make no impression on her soul. That which remains fixed within her and almost
    transmuted into her is the beauty of Jesus: of that beauty she thinks, with that beauty she feels invested, and she
    remains so enamored that if the Lord did not operate another miracle, her heart would crack, and the soul would
    breathe her last out of pure love for this beauty of Jesus, so as to fly into Heaven and delight in this beauty of
    Jesus. I myself don’t know whether I am speaking nonsense.
    In order to explain myself better about this substantial speaking of Jesus, I will say something else. Jesus
    says: “See how pure I am – in you also I want to find purity in everything.” At these words the soul feels a
    divine purity enter into her. This purity is transmuted into herself, and she arrives at living as if she no longer
    had a body – and so with the other virtues. Oh! how desirable is this speaking of Jesus. As for myself, I would
    give away everything that is on earth – if I could possess it – to have one of these words of Jesus alone.
    4 – The fourth way in which Jesus speaks to me is when I find myself inside myself – that is, in the
    natural state. This also happens in two ways: the first is when, while being inside myself, recollected within the
    interior of my heart, without articulation of voice or sound to the ear of the body, Jesus speaks interiorly. The
    second is just like we do it; and sometimes this happens even when I am distracted or I am speaking with other
    people. But one of these words alone is enough to make me recollect myself if I am distracted, or to give me
    peace if I am disturbed, or to console me if I am afflicted.
    I will continue from where I left, saying, ‘and this is how He did it’:
    In the morning, I went to Communion, and as soon as I received Jesus, I immediately said to Him: ‘My
    Lord, look at what a storm I find myself in. I should thank You for You gave light to the confessor in giving me
    the obedience to suffer, but instead, my nature is so very affected that I myself remain confused at seeing
    myself so bad. However, all this is nothing; You who want the sacrifice, will also give me the strength. But the
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    strongest reason in me is that of having to remain so long without being able to receive You in the Sacrament.
    Who would be able to resist without You? Who will give me the strength? Where shall I find a refreshment in
    my afflictions?’ And while saying this, I felt such pains in my heart because of this separation from Jesus in the
    Sacrament, that I cried my heart out. Then, the Lord, compassionating my weakness, told me: “Do not fear, I
    Myself will sustain your weakness. You do not know what graces I have prepared for you, and this is why you
    fear so much. Am I not omnipotent? Will I not be able to make up for the privation of being able to receive Me
    in the Sacrament? Therefore, resign yourself, place yourself as though dead in my arms; offer yourself as
    voluntary victim to repair for the offenses against Me, for sinners, and to spare men the deserved scourges, and
    as a pledge I give you my word that I will not leave you even one day without coming to see you. Up until now
    you have come to Me, from now on I will come to you – aren’t you happy?”
    So I resigned myself to the Holy Will of God, and I was surprised by this state of sufferings. Now, who
    can tell the graces that the Lord began to give me? It is impossible to tell everything distinctly; I can say
    something confusedly. But as much as I can, and in order to do the holy obedience which wants it so, I will try
    to say as much as it is possible for me.
    I remember that from the very beginning of my being continuously bedridden, my Lover Jesus would
    make Himself seen very often, which He had not done in the past. From the beginning He told me that He
    wanted me to take on a new way of life in order to dispose myself to that mystical marriage which He had
    promised me. He would say to me: “Beloved of my Heart, I have put you in this state so that I might come more
    freely to converse with you. See, I have freed you of all external occupations, so that, not only your soul, but
    also your body might be at my disposal, and so that you might remain in continuous holocaust before Me. See,
    had I not drawn you into this bed, since you would have to carry out your family duties and submit yourself to
    other sacrifices, I could not come so often and let you share in the offenses, just as I receive them; at most, I
    would have to wait for when you have fulfilled your duties. But now – no, we are free, there is no one left who
    may bother us and interrupt our conversation. From now on, my afflictions will be yours, and yours will be
    Mine; my sufferings yours, and yours Mine; my consolations yours, and yours Mine. We will unite all things
    together, and you will take interest in my things as if they were your own; and so I will do with yours. Between
    the two of us there will no longer be ‘this is mine, and this is yours’, but everything will be in common, on both
    sides.
    Do you know how I acted with you? Like a king when he wants to speak with his queen spouse, and she
    is with other ladies on other affairs. What does the king do? He takes her and brings her inside his room; they
    close the door, so that no one may go and interrupt their conversation and hear their secrets; and so, once they
    are alone, they communicate their consolations and their afflictions to each other. Now, if someone, imprudent,
    went to knock, shouting from behind the door, and did not leave them alone to enjoy their conversation – would
    the king not take offense? So have I done for you, and in the same way I would be displeased if someone
    wanted to remove you from that state.”
    He continued to tell me: “From you I want perfect conformity to my Will, in such a way that your will
    may be undone within Mine; and absolute detachment from everything – so much so, that I want all that is earth
    to be considered by you as dung and rot, which one is horrified by just looking at. And this because, even
    though one were not attached to earthly things, just by having them around and looking at them they cast
    shadow on the celestial things and prevent the fulfillment of that mystical marriage which I promised you. Even
    more, I want that, just as I was poor, you also imitate Me in poverty. You must consider yourself in this bed as a
    little poor one; the poor are content with anything they have, and they first thank Me, and then their benefactors.
    The same for you: go along with everything that is given to you without asking for this or that, which might be
    a hindrance in your mind; but with holy indifference, without thinking of whether it may do good or bad,
    comply with the will of others.”
    This cost me very much at the beginning, especially because of the obediences that the confessor would
    give me. I don’t know why, he wanted me to take quinine, and I was given the obedience that as many times as
    I would throw up, so many times was I to take food again. Now, quinine would whet my appetite, and
    sometimes I would feel quite a bit hungry. I would take food, and immediately after taking it, and at times in the
    very act of taking it, I would be forced to bring it up because of the continuous retching; and so I would remain
    with the same hunger as before. The word “poor” which Jesus had spoken to me, would not allow me to dare to
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    ask for anything; and I myself would feel ashamed to ask, thinking to myself: ‘What will the family say: she has
    just vomited, and now she wants to eat?’ So I would remain content with being able to offer something to my
    dear Jesus.
    However, this did not last for a long time, but only four months. One day the Lord told me: “Repeat to
    him the request for the obedience not to take quinine and not to take food so many times, for I will give him
    light.” So the confessor came and I told him. And he said to me: “So as not to show uniqueness, from now on I
    want you to take food only once a day”; and he suspended the quinine also. In this way, I remained more quiet
    and hunger went away; but the vomiting did not cease – that one time in which I would take food, I was forced
    to bring it up. Sometimes the Lord told me to ask for the obedience not to eat, but the confessor has never given
    me this obedience. He would say to me: “It doesn’t matter if you throw up – it is another mortification.”
    But I would say this to Jesus, and He would tell me: “I want you to ask the question, but with holy
    indifference I want you to go along with whatever the obedience tells you.” And so I continued to do.
    When about forty days had passed – which I had taken as such from those words that the Lord had said
    (“for a certain given time”), and which I had related to the confessor in this way – the sufferings continued to
    surprise me every day, and he was forced to come every day. The confessor began to give me the obedience no
    longer to be in that state, and he added that if I fell into sufferings, he would come no more.
    On my part, I felt absolutely ready to do the obedience. My nature especially wanted to be freed of that
    being in bed continuously, because as beautiful as it was, it was always bed… having to be subjected to
    everyone, even in the most repugnant and necessary things of nature, and being forced to tell them to others, is a
    true sacrifice. So, nature did its office, and felt all consoled in receiving this obedience; while my soul was
    ready to do the obedience, and ready to remain in bed if the Lord wanted it so, because I had began to
    experience how good He had been with me, and that true resignation can change the nature of things, turning
    bitter into sweet.
    When he gave me the obedience no longer to stay in bed, I began to resist, and I said to the Lord: “What
    can I do? I can no longer stay, for obedience does not want it. If You want, give light to the confessor, and then
    I will be ready to do what You want.’ And I spent one entire night clashing with the Lord. When He would
    come, I would say to Him: ‘My dear Jesus, have patience, do not come, for obedience does not permit that You
    make me share in your sufferings.’ Up until the morning, I won – I felt I was inside myself and free of
    sufferings when, in one instant, the Lord came and drew me so much to Himself that I could not resist Him. I
    lost consciousness and I found myself together with Him, but so clasped to Him, that as much opposition as I
    made, I could not detach myself from Jesus. Being with Jesus, I felt all annihilated, and I felt a certain blushing
    for the many reproaches I had made during the night. I said to Him: ‘Holy Spouse, forgive me – it is the
    confessor that wants it so.’ And He told me: “Do not fear, when it is because of obedience I do not get
    offended.” He continued: “Come, come to Me. Today is the New Year, I want to give you a present.” (That
    morning was precisely the first day of the year). So, He drew His most pure lips to mine and poured a most
    sweet milk; He kissed me, He took a ring from within His side and said to me: “Today I want to show you the
    ring I have prepared for you, for when I espouse you.” Then He told me: “Tell the confessor that it is my Will
    that you continue to stay in bed, and as a sign that it is I, tell him that there is a war between Italy and Africa,
    and if he gives you the obedience to continue to suffer, I will not do anything on either side – they will
    reconcile.”
    In the very act of these words being spoken, I felt surrounded by sufferings as if by a garment, and I was
    unable to free myself by myself. I thought to myself: ‘What will the confessor say?’ But it was no longer in my
    power. That milk which Jesus had poured into me produced in me such love for Him, that I felt languor; and I
    felt such satiety and sweetness, that after the confessor came and I came round from that state, and the family
    brought me food, I felt so full that the food would not go down. But in order to do the obedience, which wanted
    it so, I took a little bit, and I was immediately forced to bring it up – but mixed with that sweet milk that Jesus
    had given me. And Jesus, almost jokingly, told me: “What I gave you was not enough? You are not content
    yet?” I blushed all over, but immediately I said to Him: “What can I do? It’s the obedience.’
    When the confessor came, he began to get upset, telling me that I was disobedient; or he would say to
    me: “This is an illness. If it were something from God, He would have made you obey. Therefore, instead of
    calling the confessor, you should call the doctors.” When he finished speaking, I told him everything that the
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    Lord had said to me, which I mentioned above, and he told me that it was true that there was a war between
    Africa and Italy. “We’ll see if nothing happens”. And so he was persuaded to letting me continue to suffer.
    One day, after about four months, the confessor came and told me that news had arrived about the war
    between Africa and Italy, and that without causing any damage to each other, they had reconciled. So the
    confessor was persuaded, and he let me stay there in peace.
    My sweet Jesus would do nothing but dispose me to that mystical marriage which He had promised me.
    When I was in that state, He would make Himself seen sometimes three times a day, sometimes four, as He
    pleased; and sometimes it was a continuous coming and going. He seemed to be a sweetheart who cannot be
    without his spouse. This is how Jesus was with me, and sometimes he reached the point of telling me: “You see,
    I love you so much that I cannot be without coming. I feel almost restless, thinking that you are there suffering
    for Me, and you are alone; this is why I have come – to see if you need something.” And while saying this, He
    Himself would lift my head, He would place His arm around my neck and hug me; and while holding me like
    that, He would kiss me, and if it was summertime and it was hot, He would send a refreshing breath from His
    mouth, or He would take something in His hand and fan me. And then He would ask me: “How are you feeling?
    Don’t you feel better?” I would say to Him: ‘Being with You, in whatever way, one always feels well.’
    Other times, then, if He saw me very weak because of my continuously being in those sufferings,
    especially if the confessor was coming at night, my lover Jesus would come, and in seeing me in that state of
    extreme weakness – to the point that at times I felt I was dying – He would draw near me and from His mouth
    He would pour milk into mine, or He would place me close to His side, and from there I would suckle torrents
    of sweetnesses, of delights and of strength. And He would say to me: “I really want to be your everything, and
    also your nourishment – for the soul and for the body.” Who can tell what I experienced, both in the soul and in
    the body, from these graces that Jesus would give me? If I wanted to tell them, I would be too long. I remember
    that, sometimes, when He would not come quickly, I would lament to Him, telling Him: ‘O please! oh! Holy
    Spouse, how could You make me wait so long – I could not resist any more, I felt I was dying without You.’
    And while saying this, the pain I felt was such that I would cry. And He would compassionate all of me; He
    would dry my tears, He would kiss me, He would hug me, and say: “I do not want you to cry. See, now I am
    with you – tell me what you want.” I would say to Him: ‘I want nothing but You, and only then will I stop
    crying, when You promise me You will not make me wait for so long.’ And He would say to me: “Yes, yes, I
    will make you content.”
    One day, while we were in this contrast, and the pain was so great that I could not stop crying, my good
    Jesus told me: “I want to content you in everything. I feel so drawn toward you that I cannot do without doing
    what you want. If up until now I have removed the external life from you and I have manifested Myself to you,
    now I want to draw your soul to Me, so that, wherever I go, you may come along. In this way, you will be able
    to enjoy Me more, and bind yourself to Me more intimately than you have done in the past.”
    One morning – I don’t remember well, but I think that about three months had passed of my
    continuously staying in bed – while I was in my usual state, my sweet Jesus came, with a look all lovable, as a
    young man of the age of about eighteen. Oh! how beautiful He was. With His golden hair, all curly, He seemed
    to chain my thoughts, my affections, my heart. From His forehead, serene and spacious, one could admire the
    interior of His mind, as from within a crystal, and one could discover His infinite wisdom, His imperturbable
    peace. Oh! how I felt my mind, my heart brighten up; even more, before Jesus, my very passions are knocked
    down and do not dare to give me the slightest bother. I don’t know if I’m wrong, but I believe that one cannot
    see this Jesus, so beautiful, if one is not in the most profound calm; so much so, that the slightest breath of
    disturbance prevents one from receiving a sight so beautiful. Ah! yes, at just seeing the serenity of His adorable
    forehead, the infusion of peace that one receives in the interior is so great, that I believe that there is no disaster
    or war most fierce, which do not appease themselves before Jesus. Oh! my all and beautiful Jesus, if You
    communicate so much peace in the few moments You manifest Yourself in this life – in such a way that one can
    suffer the most painful martyrdoms, the most humiliating pains with the most perfect tranquillity (it seems to
    me a blend of peace and sorrow) – what will it be like in Paradise? Oh! how beautiful are His most pure eyes,
    sparkling with light. It is not like the light of the sun, that if one wants to look at it, it harms our sight – no; in
    Jesus, while being light, one can very well fix his gaze on it, and by just looking at the interior of His pupil, of a
    dark sky-blue – oh! how many things they would tell me. The beauty of His eyes is such that one alone of His
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    gazes is enough to make me go outside of myself, and run after Him through paths and through mountains,
    through the earth and through the heavens. One single glance is enough to transform me in Him, and make me
    feel a certain something divine descend into me.
    Who can tell, then, the beauty of His adorable face? His white complexion looks like snow colored with
    a shade of roses, the most beautiful ones. In His rosy cheeks, one discovers the greatness of His person, with a
    most majestic look, fully divine, which strikes fear and reverence, and at the same time infuses such confidence
    that, as for myself, I have never found anyone who would give me the least shadow of confidence that my dear
    Jesus gives – neither my parents, nor the confessors, nor my sisters. Ah! yes, that Holy Face, while being so
    majestic, is also so lovable, and that loveliness attracts one so much, that the soul does not have the slightest
    doubt of being welcomed by Jesus, as ugly and sinful as she may see herself. Beautiful also is His nose, which
    descends to a very fine point, proportioned to His most sacred face. Gracious is His mouth – small, but
    extremely beautiful, and His finest lips of a scarlet color; while He speaks, He contains so much graciousness
    that it is impossible to describe it. Sweet is the voice of my Jesus, it is gentle, it is harmonious; while He speaks,
    there is such fragrance coming out of His mouth, that it seems that there is nothing like it on earth. It is so
    penetrating as to penetrate everywhere; one feels it descend from the hearing to the heart, and – oh! how many
    affections it produces. But who can say everything? Then, it is so pleasant, that I believe that no other pleasures
    can be found, as many as are the ones which one can find in one single word of Jesus. The voice of my Jesus is
    immensely powerful, it is operative, and at the very moment He speaks, He already operates that which He says.
    Ah! yes, beautiful is His mouth, but it displays more its beautiful grace in the act of His speaking, while one can
    see those teeth so clear and so well arranged, and His breath of love comes out, igniting, darting through,
    consuming the heart. Beautiful are His hands, soft, white, most delicate, with those fingers so perfectly crafted –
    and He moves them with such mastery as to be an enchantment.
    Oh! how beautiful You are – all beautiful, oh my sweet Jesus! What I have said of your beauty is
    nothing; rather, it seems to me that I have said a lot of nonsense – but what can I do? Forgive me, it is obedience
    that wants it so. By myself, I would not have dared to say one word, knowing my insufficiency.
    Now, while I was seeing Jesus in the appearance already described, He sent me a breath from His
    mouth, which invested all of my soul. It seemed that, through that breath, Jesus was drawing me toward
    Himself, and I began to feel my soul going out of my body. I really felt it go out from all parts – from my head,
    from my hands, and even from my feet. Since it was the first time this was happening to me, within myself I
    began to say: ‘Now I die, the Lord has come to take me.’ When I saw myself out of the body, the soul had the
    same feeling of the body – with this difference: the body contains flesh, nerves and bones, while the soul
    doesn’t; it is a body of light. So I felt a fear within me, but Jesus continued to send me that breath, and told me:
    “If being deprived of Me gives you so much pain, now come together with Me, for I want to console you.” And
    so Jesus began His flight, and I began mine, after Him; and we went around throughout the whole vault of the
    heavens. Oh! how beautiful it was to stroll together with Jesus – now I would lean my head upon His shoulder,
    with one arm around His shoulders and the other hand in His hand; now Jesus would lean on me, when we
    reached certain places which were more inundated with iniquity. Oh! how my good Jesus suffered. I could see
    more clearly the sufferings of His adorable Heart; I could see Him almost faint, and I would say to Him: ‘Lean
    on me, and let me share in your pains, for my soul cannot bear seeing You suffer alone.’ And Jesus would say
    to me: “My beloved, help Me, for I cannot take any more.” And while saying this, He would draw His lips close
    to mine, and He would pour such bitterness that I would feel mortal pains in feeling that liquor, so very bitter,
    enter into me. I would feel as if many knives, pricks, arrows were piercing me through. In sum, an atrocious
    torment would form in all of my limbs, and as the soul would go back into the body, it would make the body
    participate in these sufferings. Who can tell the pains? Jesus Himself was the witness of it, because the others
    could not mitigate my pains, since I would be in that state of loss of consciousness, and they would wait for the
    presence of the confessor, for then they would also mitigate at the call of obedience. So, Jesus alone could help
    me when He would see that my nature could not take any more and reached the very extremes – when there was
    nothing left for me but to breathe my last. Oh! how many times death made fun of me; but the day will come
    when I will make fun of her.
    So, Jesus would come, He would take me in His arms, He would draw me close to His Heart, and – oh!
    how I would feel life come back to me. Then, He would pour a most sweet liquor from His lips, and in this way
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    the pains would mitigate. Other times, He would take me around together with Him. If there were sins of
    blasphemy, against charity and others, He would pour those poisonous bitters; if then there were sins of
    dishonesty, He would pour something of a stinking rottenness, and when I would return into myself, I could feel
    that stink so well, and the stench would be such, that it would revolt my stomach and I would feel faint. And
    sometimes, after taking food, when I would bring it up, I could feel that rot come out of my mouth, mixed with
    the food.
    Sometimes, then, He would bring me into churches, and even there my good Jesus was offended. Oh!
    how awfully those works reached His Heart – holy works, yes, but done roughly; those prayers empty of
    interior spirit, that piety, false, apparent, which seemed to give more insult than honor to Jesus. Ah! yes, that
    holy, pure, upright Heart could not receive those works, done so badly. Oh! how many times He lamented,
    saying: “Daughter, see how many offenses I receive, even from those people who are said to be devout – even in
    the holiest places. In receiving the very Sacraments, instead of coming out purified, they come out dirtier.” Ah!
    yes, how much pain it was for Jesus to see people receiving Communion sacrilegiously, priests celebrating the
    Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in mortal sin, out of habit, and some – it is a horror to say it – even out of selfinterest.
    Oh! how many times my Jesus made me see these scenes so sorrowful. How many times, while the
    priest was celebrating the Sacrosanct Mystery, Jesus is forced to go into his hands, because He is called by the
    priestly authority. One could see those hands dripping with rot, blood, or smeared with mud. Oh! how pitiful
    then, was the state of Jesus, so holy, so pure, in those hands which were horrifying to the mere sight. It seemed
    He wanted to escape from between those hands, but He was forced to stay until the species of bread and wine
    would be consumed.
    Sometimes, while remaining there with the priest, He would come hurriedly to me, all lamenting, and
    before I could say it, He Himself would say to me: “Daughter, let me pour it into you, for I cannot take
    anymore. Have pity on my state, which is too sorrowful – have patience, let us suffer together.” And while
    saying this, He would pour from His mouth into mine. But who can tell what He poured? It seemed to be a
    bitter poison, a fetid rot, mixed with a food so hard, disgusting and nauseating, that sometimes it would not go
    down. Who can tell, then, the sufferings that this pouring of Jesus produced? If He Himself had not sustained
    me, I certainly would have died; yet, He would pour in me but the smallest part – what would it be for Jesus,
    who contained tons upon tons of it? Oh! how awful is sin! Ah! Lord, let everyone know it, so that all may flee
    from this monster so horrible. But while I would see these scenes so sorrowful, other times, He would also
    make me see scenes so consoling and beautiful as to be enrapturing; and this was to see good and holy priests
    celebrating the Sacrosanct Mysteries. Oh God! how high, great, sublime is their ministry. How beautiful it was
    to see the priest celebrating Mass, and Jesus transformed into him. It seemed that it was not the priest, but Jesus
    Himself that celebrated the Divine Sacrifice, and sometimes He would make the priest disappear completely,
    and Jesus alone would celebrate Mass – and I would listen to Him. Oh! how touching it was to see Jesus recite
    those prayers, do all those ceremonies and movements that the priest does. Who can tell how consoling it was
    for me to see these Masses together with Jesus? How many graces I received, how much light, how many things
    I comprehended! But since these are past things, I don’t remember them too clearly, so I keep silent.
    But as I am saying this, Jesus has moved in my interior and has called me – He doesn’t want me to do
    so. Ah! Lord, how much patience it takes with You. Well then, I will content You. Oh! sweet Love, I will say a
    few little things, but give me your grace to be able to manifest them, because, by myself, I would not dare to
    utter one word about mysteries so profound and sublime.
    Now, while seeing Jesus or the priest celebrating the Divine Sacrifice, Jesus would make me understand
    that in the Mass there is all the depth of our sacrosanct religion. Ah! yes, the Mass tells us everything and
    speaks to us about everything. The Mass reminds us of our redemption; It speaks to us, step by step, about the
    pains that Jesus suffered for us; It also manifests to us His immense love, for He was not content with dying on
    the Cross, but He wanted to continue His state of victim in the Most Holy Eucharist. The Mass also tells us that
    our bodies, decayed, reduced to ashes by death, will rise again on the day of the judgment, together with Christ,
    to immortal and glorious life. Jesus made me comprehend that the most consoling thing for a Christian, and the
    highest and most sublime mysteries of our holy religion are: Jesus in the Sacrament and the resurrection of our
    bodies to glory. These are profound mysteries, which we will comprehend only beyond the stars; but Jesus in
    the Sacrament makes us almost touch them with our own hands, in different ways. First, His Resurrection;
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    second, His state of annihilation under those species, though it is certain that Jesus is there present, alive and
    real. Then, once those species are consumed, His real presence no longer exists. And as the species are
    consecrated again, He comes again to assume His sacramental state. So, Jesus in the Sacrament reminds us of
    the resurrection of our bodies to glory: just as Jesus, when His sacramental state ceases resides in the womb of
    God, His Father, the same for us – when our lives cease, our souls go and make their dwelling in Heaven, in the
    womb of God, while are bodies are consumed. So, one can say that they will no longer exist; but then, with a
    prodigy of the omnipotence of God, our bodies will acquire new life, and uniting with the soul, will go together
    to enjoy the eternal beatitude. Can there be anything more consoling for a human heart than the fact that not
    only the soul, but also the body will be beatified in the eternal contentments? It seems to me that on that day it
    will happen as when the sky is starry and the sun comes out. What happens? With its immense light, the sun
    absorbs the stars and makes them disappear; yet the stars exist. The sun is God, and all of the blessed souls are
    the stars; with His immense light, God will absorb us all within Himself, in such a way that we will exist in God
    and will swim in the immense sea of God. Oh! how many things Jesus in the Sacrament tells us; but who can
    tell them all? I would really be too long. If the Lord allows it, I will reserve saying something else on other
    occasions.
    Now, during these exits that the Lord would make me do, sometimes He would renew the promise of the
    marriage, which I already mentioned. Who can tell the ardent yearnings that the Lord infused in me for this
    mystical marriage to take place? Many times I would solicit Him, telling Him: ‘Most sweet Spouse, hurry, no
    longer delay my intimate union with You. O please! let us bind each other with stronger bonds of love, so that
    no one may ever again be able to separate us, even for simple instants.’ And Jesus would correct me now about
    one thing, now about another. I remember that one day He said to me: “Everything that is of the earth,
    everything – everything you must remove, not only from your heart, but also from your body. You cannot
    understand how harmful are the slightest earthly shadows, and how much they hinder love.” Immediately I said
    to Him: ‘If I have something else that must be removed, tell me, for I am ready to do it.’ But as I was saying
    this, I myself realized that I had a gold ring at my finger, portraying the image of the Crucifix; and immediately
    I said to Him: ‘Holy Spouse, do you want me to take it off?’ And He told me: “Since I Myself will give you a
    more precious, more beautiful ring, which will have my living image impressed on it, and every time you will
    look at it your heart will receive new arrows of love – this one is not necessary.” And I promptly removed it.
    The longed for day finally arrived, after not a little suffering. I remember that it was almost one year that
    I had been continuously in bed – it was the day of the purity of Mary Most Holy. On the night before that day,
    my lover Jesus made Himself seen all festive. He drew near me, took my heart in His hands, and He looked at it
    over and over again; He dusted it, and then He gave it back to me. Then He took a garment of immense beauty,
    whose background seemed to be a surface of gold streaked with various colors, and He clothed me with that
    garment. Then He took two gems, as if they were earrings, and He bejewelled my ears. Then He adorned my
    neck and my arms, and surrounded my forehead with a crown of immense value, all enriched with precious
    stones and gems, all refulgent with light; and it seemed to me that those lights were as many voices which
    resounded among themselves, speaking in clear notes of the beauty, the power, the fortitude, and of all the other
    virtues of my spouse Jesus. Who can tell what I comprehended, and in what sea of consolation my soul was
    swimming? It is impossible to say it.
    Now, while He was crowning my forehead, Jesus told me: “Most sweet spouse, I place this crown upon
    you so that nothing may be missing in order to make you worthy of being my spouse; but then, after our
    wedding is finished, I will take it with Me to Heaven, to keep it for you at the moment of your death.” Finally,
    He took a veil and covered me completely with it, from head to foot; and He left me in that way. Ah! it seemed
    to me that there was a great meaning in that veil, because the demons, in seeing me all covered with that veil,
    were so frightened and had such fear of me, that they fled, terrified. The very angels were around me with such
    veneration, that I myself was confused and all full of blushing.
    On the morning of the aforementioned day, Jesus made Himself seen again all affable, sweet and
    majestic, together with His Most Holy Mother and Saint Catherine. First, the angels sang a hymn, while Saint
    Catherine assisted me, Mama took my hand, and Jesus put the ring on my finger. Then, we embraced and He
    kissed me, and so did Mama also. Then we had a conversation, all of love – Jesus told me of the great love He
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    had for me, and I also told Him of the love I had for Him. The Most Holy Virgin made me comprehend the
    great grace I had received, and the correspondence with which I was to correspond to the love of Jesus.
    My Spouse Jesus gave me new rules in order to live more perfectly, but since it has been a long time, I
    don’t remember them so well; therefore I will skip them. And so it ended, for that day.
    Who can tell the finesses of love that Jesus made to my soul? They were such and so many that it is
    impossible to describe them, but I will try to say the little I remember.
    Sometimes, carrying me with Him, He would take me to Paradise, and there I could listen to the
    canticles of the blessed, and I could see the Divinity, the different choirs of Angels, the orders of the Saints, all
    immersed in the Divinity of God – absorbed, identified with It. It seemed to me that there were many lights
    around the throne, which were more brilliant than the sun; and these lights displayed in clear notes all the
    virtues and the attributes of God. By reflecting themselves in one of these lights, the blessed would remain
    enraptured, in such a way that they could not arrive at penetrating the whole immensity of that light, therefore
    they would move to a second light, without understanding all the depth of the first one. So, the blessed in
    Heaven cannot comprehend God perfectly, because the immensity, the greatness, the sanctity of God is such,
    that a created mind cannot comprehend an uncreated Being. Now, it seemed to me that by reflecting themselves
    in these lights, the blessed would come to participate in the virtues of these lights. Therefore, in Heaven, the
    soul resembles God – with this difference: that God is that immense sun, while the soul is a little sun. But who
    can say all that can be understood in that blessed dwelling? It is impossible to do it while the soul is in this
    prison of the body; while one can feel something in the mind, the lips do not find the terms to express it. It
    seems to me that it is like a child who begins to babble: he would like to say many upon many things, but in the
    end he remains without being able to say even one clear word. Therefore I stop here, without going any further.
    I will just say that sometimes, while finding myself in that blessed Fatherland, I would be strolling together with
    Jesus in the midst of the choirs of angels and the Saints; and since I was newly-espoused, all the blessed would
    unite together to participate in the joys of our marriage. It seemed to me that they would forget their own
    contentments to occupy themselves with ours; and sometimes Jesus would show me to the saints, saying to
    them: “See this soul – she is a triumph of my Love; my Love has surpassed everything in her.”
    Other times, then, He would make me stay at the place which was going to be mine, and He would say
    to me: “Here is your place – no one can take it away from you.” And at times I would reach the point of
    believing that I was no longer going to come back to earth; but in one simple instant I would find myself locked
    up in the wall of this body.
    Who can tell how so very bitter this returning would be for me? It seemed to me that in going from the
    things of Heaven to the things of this earth, everything was rotten, insipid, bothering. The things which
    delighted others so much, were bitter for me. The people most dear, most distinguished, such that others would
    do, who knows what, in order to be with them, were indifferent to me, and also bothering; only by looking at
    them as images of God, did I seem to be able to bear them. But my soul had lost any satisfaction; nothing would
    bring to it the slightest contentment, and the pain I felt was such, that I would do nothing but cry and lament to
    my beloved Jesus. Ah!, my heart lived restless, amid continuous yearnings and desires; I felt it more in Heaven
    than on earth. I felt in my interior something that consumed me continuously, so bitter and painful it was for me
    having to continue to live. But the obedience almost put a brake on these pains of mine, commanding me in an
    absolute way not to desire to die, since, when the confessor would give me the obedience, only then was I to
    die. So, in order to do the holy obedience, I would do as much as I could so as not to think about it, because in
    my interior there was a continuous ejaculation of desires of wanting to go. So, for the most part, my heart
    calmed down, but not completely. I confess the truth, I was very deficient in this – but what could I do? I could
    not restrain myself – it was a true martyrdom for me. My benign Jesus would say to me: “Calm yourself, what is
    it that makes you desire Heaven so much?” I would say to Him: ‘It is that I want to be always united with You.
    My soul can no longer bear being separated from You – not just for one day, but not even for a moment.
    Therefore I want to come at any cost.’ “Well then”, He would say to me, “If it is because of Me, I want to make
    you content – I will come and stay with you.” Then I would say to Him: ‘But then You leave me, and I lose
    sight of You, while in Heaven it is not so – there, I could never lose sight of You.’
    Sometimes, Jesus also wanted to play jokes, and this is how: while I would be amid these yearnings, He
    would come, all hurriedly, and would say to me: “Do you want to come?” And I would say to Him: ‘Where?’
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    And He: “To Heaven.” And I: ‘You really mean that?’ And He: “But hurry, come, do not delay.” And I: ‘Well
    then, let’s go – but I fear You want to make fun of me.’ And Jesus: “No, no, I really want to take you with me.”
    And while He would say this, I would feel my soul go out of the body, and together with Jesus, I would set off
    for Heaven. Oh! how happy I would be then, thinking of getting to leave the earth – life seemed to be a sleep to
    me, and suffering seemed very little. As we would reach a high point of Heaven, I would hear the singing of the
    Blessed. I would solicit Jesus to introduce me quickly into that blessed dwelling, but Jesus would begin to slow
    down. In my interior I would start to suspect that it wasn’t true – ‘who knows’, I would say, ‘if this is not a joke
    that He has played on me?’ Every now and then, I would say to Him: ‘My Jesus, dear, hurry up.’ And He would
    say to me: “Wait a little longer – let us go down on earth again. See, out there there is a sinner who is about to
    be lost. Let us go – who knows whether he might convert. Let us pray together to the Eternal Father, that He
    may use mercy on him. Don’t you want him to be saved? Are you not ready to suffer any pain for the salvation
    of one soul alone?” And I: ‘Yes, anything You want me to suffer, I am ready, as long as You save him.’ So we
    would go to that sinner; we would try to convince him, we would place the most powerful reasons before his
    mind to make him surrender – but in vain. Then, all afflicted, Jesus would say to me: “My spouse, return into
    your body once again, take upon yourself the pains destined to him; in this way, being appeased, the Divine
    Justice will use mercy on him. You have seen it – words have not shaken him, and not even reasons; there is
    nothing left but pains, which are the most powerful means in order to satisfy justice and to make the sinner
    surrender.” So He would bring me once again into my body. Who can tell the sufferings I would receive? Only
    the Lord knows, who has been the witness of it. After a few days, then, He would make me see that soul,
    converted and saved. Oh, how happy was Jesus – and I as well.
    Who can tell how many times Jesus played these jokes? When we would reach the point of entering, and
    sometimes even after entering, He would say that He had not let me have the obedience from the confessor, and
    therefore I should go back to earth. And I would say to Him: ‘As long as I was with the confessor, I was obliged
    to obey him, but now that I am with You, I am supposed to obey You, because You are the first among all.’
    And Jesus would say to me: “No, no; I want you to obey the confessor.” Then, not to make it too long, now with
    one pretext, now with another, He would make me go back on earth.
    Those jokes were very painful for me. It is enough to say that I became impertinent, so much so, that in
    order to chastise my impertinences, the Lord no longer allowed these jokes so often.
    I had spent about three years in this state already described, continuing to remain in bed, when one
    morning Jesus made me understand that He wanted to renew the marriage – not on earth, as the first time, but in
    Heaven, in the presence of the whole Celestial Court, and that I should remain prepared for a grace so great. I
    did as much as I could in order to dispose myself, but since I am so miserable and insufficient in doing any
    shadow of good, the hand of the Divine Maker was needed in order to dispose me, because, by myself, I would
    never have managed to purify my soul.
    One morning – it was the eve of the nativity of Mary Most Holy – my always benign Jesus Himself
    came to dispose me. He did nothing but come and go continuously. He would speak to me now about Faith, and
    then He would leave me, and I would feel a life of faith being infused in my soul. As rough as I felt it before, at
    the speaking of Jesus, I would feel my soul become very light, in such a way as to penetrate into God; and I
    would contemplate now His Power, now His Sanctity, now His Goodness, and so on. My soul would remain
    stupefied, and in a sea of stupefaction, I would say: ‘Powerful God, what power is not undone before You?
    Immense Sanctity of God, what other sanctity, as sublime as it might me, would dare to appear before You?’
    Then I would feel myself descend into myself, and I could see my nothingness, the nonentity of earthly things,
    how everything is nothing before God. I would see myself as a little worm, all full of dust, climbing up in order
    to take a few steps; it would take nothing to destroy me but someone who would trample me under foot, and I
    would be undone. So, seeing myself so ugly, I almost would not dare to go to God, but His Goodness would
    make itself present before my mind, and I would feel drawn as though by a magnet, to go to Him. And I would
    say to myself: ‘If He is holy, He is also merciful; if He is powerful, He also contains full and highest Goodness
    within Himself.’ It seemed to me that Goodness surrounded Him on the outside and inundated Him from within.
    So I would contemplate the Goodness of God. It seemed to me that it would surpass all of the other attributes,
    but then, looking at the others, I would see them all equal among themselves – immense, immeasurable and
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    incomprehensible to the human nature. While my soul would be in this state, Jesus would come back and speak
    about Hope.
    I remember something confusedly, because after so much time it is impossible to remember clearly; but
    in order to do the obedience that wants it so, I will say what I can.
    So, going back to Faith, Jesus would say: “In order to obtain, one must believe. Just as for the head
    without the sight of the eyes, everything is darkness, everything is confusion, so much so, that if one wanted to
    walk, he would stumble now at one point, now at another, and would end up falling completely, the same for
    the soul without Faith – she does nothing but go from precipice to precipice. But Faith serves as the sight of the
    soul, and as the light which guides her to eternal life. Now, what is this light of Faith nourished by? By Hope.
    Now, what is the substance of this light of Faith, and of this nourishment of Hope? It is Charity. All of these
    three virtues are grafted to one another, in such a way that one cannot be without the other.
    In fact, what good comes to man from believing in the immense riches of Faith, if he does not hope for
    them, for himself? He will look at them, yes, but with indifferent eye, because he knows that they do not belong
    to him. But Hope provides the light of Faith with wings, and by hoping in the merits of Jesus Christ, he looks at
    them as his own, and he comes to love them.”
    “Hope”, Jesus said, “provides the soul with a garment of fortitude, almost of iron, in such a way that,
    with all of their arrows, the enemies cannot wound her; not only this, but they cannot cause even the slightest
    disturbance. Everything is tranquillity in her, everything is peace. Oh! it is beautiful to see this soul invested
    with beautiful Hope, all cleaving to her beloved, all distrustful of herself, and all trustful in God. She challenges
    the fiercest enemies, she is queen of her passions; she regulates all of her interior, her inclinations, desires,
    heartbeats, thoughts, with such mastery that Jesus Himself remains enamored, because He sees that this soul
    operates with such courage and strength. But she draws it from Him, and places all her hope in Him, so much
    so, that in seeing this firm hope, Jesus cannot deny anything to this soul.
    Now, while Jesus would speak about Hope, He would withdraw for a little, leaving a light in my
    intellect. Who can tell what I comprehended about Hope? If all the other virtues serve to embellish the soul, but
    can make us stagger and render us inconstant – Hope, instead, renders the soul firm and stable, like those high
    mountains which cannot be moved a tiny bit. It seems to me that it happens to the soul invested with Hope as to
    certain very high mountains: all of the intemperances of the air cannot do any harm to these mountains; neither
    snow, nor winds, nor heat can penetrate into them; whatever thing might be placed at their top, one can be sure
    of finding there where it was put, even if a hundred years should pass. Just so is the soul clothed with Hope:
    nothing can do harm to her, neither tribulation, nor poverty; nor do all the various accidents of life dismay her
    for one instant. She says to herself: “I can do everything, I can bear everything, suffer everything – hoping in
    Jesus, who forms the object of all my hopes.”
    Hope renders the soul almost omnipotent, invincible, and it administers to her the final perseverance, so
    much so, that only then does she cease to hope and to persevere, when she has taken possession of the Kingdom
    of Heaven. Then, she lays down Hope and plunges all of herself into the immense ocean of Divine Love.
    While my soul would dissolve in the immense sea of Hope, my beloved Jesus would come back and
    speak to me about Charity, telling me: “Faith and Hope give way to Charity, and Charity connects all the rest of
    the other two together, in such a way as to make them one, while they are three. And here is how, oh my spouse,
    the Trinity of the Divine Persons is concealed in the three theological virtues.”
    Then He continued: “If Faith makes one believe, and Hope makes one hope, Charity makes one love. If
    Faith is light and serves as the sight of the soul, and Hope, which is the nourishment of Faith, provides the souls
    with courage, peace, perseverance and all the rest – Charity, which is the substance of this light and of this
    nourishment, is like that most sweet and fragrant ointment which, penetrating everywhere, relieves and soothes
    the pains of life. Charity makes suffering sweet, and makes one reach the point even of desiring it. The soul
    who possesses Charity diffuses fragrance everywhere; her works, all done out of love, give off a most pleasing
    odor. And what is this odor? It is the odor of God Himself. The other virtues render the soul solitary and almost
    unrefined with creatures; Charity, on the other hand, being substance that unites, unites the hearts. But where?
    In God. Being a most fragrant ointment, Charity spreads everywhere and with everyone. Charity makes one
    suffer the most ruthless torments with joy, and one reaches the point of not being able to be without suffering.
    And when she see herself deprived of it, she says to her spouse Jesus: “Sustain me with the fruits, which is
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    suffering, because I am languishing with love; and where else can I show You my love other than in suffering
    for You?” Charity burns, consumes all other things, even the virtues themselves, and turns them all into itself.
    In sum, it is like a queen who wants to reign everywhere, and does not want to surrender to anyone.”
    Who can tell what remained after this speaking of Jesus? I will just say that such yearning for suffering
    ignited within me – and not just yearning, but I feel as though an infusion in me, like something natural, such
    that I believe that the greatest disgrace is not to suffer.
    After this, on that morning, in order to dispose my heart more, Jesus spoke about the annihilation of
    myself. He also spoke of the immense desire which I was to excite within me in order to dispose myself to
    receive that grace. He told me that desire makes up for the lacks and imperfections that may be in the soul; it is
    like a mantle that covers everything. But this was not a simple speaking – it was an infusion in me of that which
    He was saying.
    While my soul was exciting itself with ardent yearnings for receiving the grace that Jesus Himself
    wanted to give me, Jesus came back and transported me outside of myself, up to Paradise. And there, in the
    presence of the Most Holy Trinity and of all the Celestial Court, He renewed the marriage. Jesus put out the ring
    adorned with three precious stones, white, red and green, and He gave it to the Father, who blessed it and gave
    it back to the Son again. The Holy Spirit took my right hand and Jesus placed the ring on my ring finger. Then I
    was admitted to the kiss of all the Three Divine Persons, and each of Them blessed me.
    Who can tell my confusion when I found myself before the Most Holy Trinity? I will just say that as
    soon as I found myself in their presence, I fell flat to the ground, and I would have remained there if it wasn’t
    for Jesus, who encouraged me to go into their presence, so much was the light, the sanctity of God. I am only
    saying this; the other things I will leave out, because I remember them confusedly.
    After this, I remember that a few days passed and I received Communion. I lost consciousness, and I
    saw, present before me, the Most Holy Trinity whom I had seen in Heaven. I immediately prostrated myself at
    Their presence, I adored Them, I confessed my nothingness. I remember that I felt so plunged within myself
    that I did not dare to utter a single word, when a voice came from Their midst and said: “Do not fear, pluck up
    courage, We have come to confirm you as Our own, and to take possession of your heart.” While this voice was
    saying this, I saw that the Most Holy Trinity descended into my heart and took possession of it – and there,
    They formed Their dwelling. Who can tell the change that occurred in me? I felt divinized; it was no longer I
    who lived, but They were living in me. It seemed to me that my body was like a residence, and that the living
    God was residing in it, because I could feel, sensibly, Their real presence in my interior. I could hear Their
    voice clearly, coming from within my interior and resounding at the ears of my body. It happened precisely as
    when there are people speaking inside a room, and their voices can be heard, clearly and distinctly, also outside.
    From that moment on, I no longer had the need to go in search of Him somewhere else in order to find
    Him, but I could find Him there – inside my heart. And when sometimes He would hide and I would go in
    search of Jesus, wandering around heaven and earth, searching for my highest and only Good, while I would be
    in the heat of my tears, in the intensity of my yearnings, amid unutterable pains for having lost Him, Jesus
    would come out from within my interior and say to me: “I am here with you, do not look for me elsewhere.”
    Between the surprise and the contentment at having found Him, I would say to Him: ‘My Jesus, how is it, for
    the entire morning You made me go around and around in order to find You, and You are here? You could at
    least tell me, so I would not have become so worked up. My sweet good, my dear life, take a look at how tired I
    am, I feel I have no more strengths, I feel faint – O please! sustain me in your arms for I feel I am dying.’ And
    so Jesus would take me in His arms and would make me rest; and while resting, I would feel my strengths being
    restored.
    Other times, in this hiding of Jesus and my going around in search for Him, when He would make
    Himself felt inside of me and then come out from within me, I would find not Jesus alone, but all Three Divine
    Persons – now in the form of three children, gracious and immensely beautiful, now with one single body and
    three distinct heads, but resembling each other, all three of them attractive.
    Who can tell my contentment? Especially when I would see the three children, whom I would hold, all
    three of them, in my arms. I would kiss now one, now another, and receive their kisses; now one would lean on
    my shoulder, another on the other shoulder, and another would remain in front of me. And while delighting in
    them, I would go about looking at them and, to my amazement, from three I would find one.
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    Another amazement for me when I would be with these three children, was that each one would weigh
    as much as the three of them together. I would feel as much love for one of these children, as for all three of
    them together; each one of them attracted me in the same way.
    In order to speak about these marriages, I had to skip over a few things, for I was following the thread;
    and now I will tell them.
    Going back to the beginning, when Jesus would deign to come, He would speak to me very often about
    His Passion, and would take care in disposing my soul to the imitation of His Life and of His pains, telling that,
    in addition to the marriage which is mentioned above, we had one more left to do – and this was the marriage of
    the cross.
    I remember that He would say: “My Spouse, virtues become weak if they are not strengthened and
    fortified by the grafting of the cross. Before my coming upon earth, pains, confusions, disgraces, calumnies,
    sufferings, poverty, illnesses, and especially the cross, were considered dishonors; but from the moment they
    were borne by Me, they were all sanctified and divinized by my contact. They all changed their appearance,
    becoming sweet, pleasant, and the soul who has the good of having some of them, receives honor – and this,
    because she has received the vestment of Me, Son of God. Only those who look and stop at the cortex of the
    cross experience the contrary; finding it bitter, they are disgusted by it, they complain, as if someone had done
    wrong to them. But those who penetrate into it, finding it enjoyable, form their happiness in it. My beloved
    daughter, I yearn for nothing else but to crucify you, body and soul.”
    And while He would say this, I would feel such infusion of yearnings for being crucified with Jesus
    Christ, that I would often repeat: ‘My Jesus, my Love, hurry – crucify me with You.’ And when He would come
    back, the first things I would ask of Him, which seemed to be the most important to me, were these: sorrow for
    my sins, and the grace to be crucified with Him. It seemed to me that if I obtained this, I would obtain
    everything.
    Then, one morning, my most beloved Jesus made Himself present before me in the form of a Crucifix,
    and told me that He wanted to crucify me with Him. As He was saying this, I saw that rays of light were coming
    out from His most holy wounds, and within those rays, nails, which were coming toward me. At that moment, I
    don’t know why, though I desired so much to be crucified by Him as to feel consumed, I was caught by a great
    fear that made me tremble from head to foot. I felt such annihilation of myself, I saw myself so unworthy to
    receive that grace, that I did not dare to say: ‘Lord, crucify me with You.’ Jesus seemed to be suspended,
    waiting for my will. Who can tell how ardently I desired Him within the intimate part of my soul, though, at the
    same time, I saw myself unworthy? My nature was frightened, and trembled.
    But while I was in this state, my beloved Jesus, through the intellect, solicited me to accept. Then, with
    all my heart I said to Him: ‘Holy Spouse, crucified for me, I pray You to concede me the grace to be crucified
    and, at the same time, not to allow any external sign to appear on the outside. Yes, give me suffering, give me
    wounds, but let everything be hidden between me and You.’
    And so those rays of light, together with the nails, pierced my hands and feet through, and my heart was
    pierced by a ray of light together with a lance. Who can tell the pain and the contentment? As much as my soul
    had been caught by fear before, so much did my soul swim in the sea of peace, of contentment and of pain
    afterwards. The pain I felt in my hands, in my feet and in my heart was so great, that I felt I was dying; I felt the
    bones of my hands and feet being shattered into most tiny pieces. I felt as if there were nails inside, but at the
    same time, they caused me such contentment that I cannot express it, and gave me such strength, that while I
    would feel like dying because of the pain, those very pains would sustain me so that I would not die. However,
    nothing appeared on the external parts of the body, though I felt corporal pains. This is so true, that when the
    confessor would come to call me to the obedience and would loosen my hands, which were contracted, every
    time he would touch me at that point of my hands which had been pierced through by that ray of light together
    with the nail, I would feel mortal pains. However, when the confessor would command, by obedience, that
    those pains cease, they would mitigate very much. In fact, those pains were so strong that they made me lose
    consciousness, and if they had not mitigated at the call of obedience, I would hardly have been able to obey.
    Oh! prodigy of holy obedience – you have been everything for me. How many times I found myself clashing
    with death, so great was the intensity of the pains – and obedience has almost restored my life. May the Lord be
    always blessed; may everything be for His glory.
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    Now, while being inside myself, I could not see anything; but when I would lose consciousness, I could
    see the points marked by the wounds of Jesus. It seemed to me that the very wounds of Jesus had been
    transmuted in my hands, and in the rest; and this was the first time that Jesus crucified me. Indeed, there have
    been so many of these crucifixions that it is impossible to count them all. I will just say the main things about
    this.
    Now, as Jesus would come back, I would say to Him: ‘Dear, my beloved, give me sorrow for my sins,
    so that, consumed by sorrow and by regret for having offended You, my sins may be erased from my soul, and
    also from your memory. Yes, give me as much sorrow, for as much as I have dared to offend You. Even more,
    let sorrow surpass this, so that I may draw more intimately close to You.’
    I remember that once, while I was saying this, my always benign Jesus told me: “Since you are so sorry
    for having offended Me, I myself want to dispose you to feel sorrow for your sins, so that you may see how
    awful sin is, and what bitter pain my Heart suffered. Therefore, say together with Me: ‘If I cross the sea, You
    are in the sea, though I do not see You; I tread the earth, and You are under my feet. I sinned’.” And then, in a
    low voice, almost crying, Jesus added: “Yet I loved you, and at that very moment, I preserved you.” While Jesus
    was saying this, and I together with Him, I was caught by such sorrow for the offenses given, that I fell flat to
    the ground; and Jesus disappeared.
    Few are those words, but I understood so many things that it is impossible to say all that I
    comprehended. In the first words I comprehended the immensity, the greatness, the presence of God in each
    existing thing, such that not even a shadow of our thought can escape Him. I also understood my nothingness
    compared to a Majesty so great and holy. In the word “I sinned”, I understood the ugliness of sin, the malice, the
    daring I had had in offending Him. Now, while my soul was considering this, in hearing Jesus Christ say “Yet I
    loved you, and at that very moment, I preserved you”, my heart was taken by such sorrow, that I felt I was
    dying, because I could understand the immense love that the Lord had for me in the very act in which I tried to
    offend Him, and even to kill Him. Ah Lord, how good You have been with me, and I – always ungrateful, and
    still so bad!
    I remember that it was an alternation; every time He would deign to come, I would ask Him now for
    sorrow of my sins, and now for the crucifixion – and also for other things. As for example, one morning, while I
    was in my usual sufferings, my dear Jesus transported me outside of myself and showed me a man who had
    been killed by shots from a revolver, and who was then breathing his last and going to hell. Oh! how much pain
    it was for Jesus the loss of this soul. If the whole world knew how much Jesus suffers for the loss of souls, they
    would use all possible means so as not to become lost eternally – I am not saying for themselves, but at least to
    spare our Lord that pain. Now, while I was in the midst of the bullets together with Jesus, Jesus drew His lips
    close to my ears, and told me: “My daughter, do you want to offer yourself as victim for the salvation of this
    soul, and take upon yourself the pains which he deserves because of his very grave sins?” And I answered:
    ‘Lord, I am ready, as long as You save him and restore his life.’ Who can tell the sufferings that came to me?
    They were such and so many, that I myself I don’t know how life did not leave me.
    Now, while I was in that state of sufferings, my confessor had come more than one hour earlier to call
    me to obedience; and because I was in great suffering, I could hardly obey. So he asked me the reason for such
    a state, and I told him the fact, as I have described it above, telling him the place in town where it seemed to me
    that it had happened. The confessor told me that it was true, but that they thought he was dead. However, then it
    became known that he was very ill, but little by little he recovered, and he is still alive. May the Lord be always
    blessed.
    I remember that, as I continued to ask for the crucifixion and Jesus would transport me outside of
    myself, He would take me to the holy sites of Jerusalem where our Lord suffered His sorrowful Passion, and
    there we encountered many crosses. My beloved Jesus would say to me: “If you knew what good the cross
    contains within itself, how precious it renders the soul, and what a gem of inestimable value one acquires, who
    has the good of possessing sufferings… It is enough to tell you only that, in coming upon earth, I did not choose
    riches or pleasures, but I cherished as dear and intimate sisters, the cross, poverty, sufferings and ignominies”
    While saying this, He would show such taste, such joy for suffering, that those words pierced my heart through
    like many burning arrows, to the point that I would feel my life leaving me if the Lord would not concede me
    suffering. And with as much voice and strength as I had, I would do nothing but say: ‘Holy Spouse, give me
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    suffering, give me crosses. From this alone will I know whether You love me – if You content me with crosses
    and with sufferings.’ And so I would take one of the largest crosses I saw, I would lay myself upon it, and I
    would pray Jesus to come and crucify me. And He would be so good as to take my hand and begin to pierce it
    with the nail. From time to time, blessed Jesus would ask me: “Does it hurt very much? Do you want me to
    stop?” And I: ‘No, no, my beloved, continue. It hurts, yes, but I am happy.’ And I had such fear that He might
    not complete the crucifixion, that I would do nothing but tell Him: ‘Hurry, oh Jesus! Hurry, don’t make it so
    long.’ However, when the time would come to nail the other hand, the arms of the cross would be too short,
    while before they seemed to be long enough to make it. Who can tell how mortified I would remain?
    This happened many times, and sometimes if the arms were fine, the length of the cross was not enough
    to be able to extend my feet. In a word, something had to be missing so that the crucifixion would not be
    accomplished. Who can tell the bitterness of my soul and the laments I made to our Lord, who was not
    conceding me true suffering? I would say to Him: ‘My Beloved, everything ends in a joke. You used to tell me
    that You were going to take me to Heaven, and then You would make me come back to earth. Now You tell me
    that You must crucify me, and we never get to the complete crucifixion.’ And Jesus, again, would promise me
    He would crucify me.
    September 14, 1899
    One morning – it was the day of the Exaltation of the Cross – my sweet Jesus transported me to the holy
    sites; and first, He told me many things about the virtue of the cross. I don’t remember all, but just a few things:
    “My beloved, do you want to be beautiful? The cross will give you the most beautiful features that can possibly
    be found, both in Heaven and on earth; so much so, as to enamor God, who contains all beauties within
    Himself.”
    Jesus continued: “Do you want to be filled with immense riches – not for a short time, but for all
    eternity? Well then, the cross will administer to you all kinds of riches – from the tiniest cents, which are the
    little crosses, up to the greatest amounts, which are the heavier crosses. Yet, men are so greedy to earn a
    temporal penny, which they soon will have to leave, but do not give a thought to earning one eternal cent. And
    when I, having compassion for them, in seeing their carelessness for all that regards eternity, kindly offer them
    the opportunity – instead of cherishing it, they get angry and offend Me. What human madness – it seems that
    they understand it upside down. My beloved, in the cross are all the triumphs, all the victories, and the greatest
    gains. You must have no aim other than the cross, and it will be enough for you, in everything. Today I want to
    make you content; that cross which until now has not been enough to lay you on and crucify you completely, is
    the cross that you have carried up to now. But since I have to crucify you completely, you need new crosses
    which I will let descend upon you. So, the cross you have had until now, I will bring to Heaven, to show it to
    the whole celestial court as pledge of your love, and I will make another one descend from Heaven – a larger
    one, to be able to satisfy the ardent desires I have upon you.”
    While Jesus was saying this, that cross which I had seen the other times made itself present before me. I
    took it and I laid myself on it. As I was in this way, the Heavens opened and Saint John the Evangelist came
    down, carrying the cross that Jesus had indicated to me. The Queen Mother and many Angels, when they
    arrived near me, lifted me from that cross and placed me over the one which they had brought me, which was
    much larger. Then, an Angel took the cross I had before and took it to Heaven with him. After this, with His
    own hand, Jesus began to nail me to that cross; Queen Mama assisted me, while the Angels and Saint John were
    handing the nails. My sweet Jesus showed such contentment, such joy in crucifying me, that just to be able to
    give that contentment to Jesus, I would have suffered not only the cross, but yet more pains. Ah! it seemed to
    me that Heaven was making new feast for me, in seeing the contentment of Jesus. Many souls were freed from
    Purgatory and took flight toward Heaven, and quite a few sinners were converted, because my Divine Spouse
    let everyone participate in the good of my sufferings. Who can tell, then, the intense pains I felt while being
    stretched so well over the cross, and pierced through by the nails in my hands and feet? But especially the feet –
    the atrocity of the pains was such that they cannot be described. When they finished crucifying me and I felt I
    was swimming in the sea of pains and sufferings, Queen Mama said to Jesus: “My Son, today is a day of grace –
    I want You to let her share in all of your pains. There is nothing left but to pierce her heart through with the
    lance, and to renew for her the crown of thorns.” So, Jesus Himself took the lance and pierced my heart through;
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    the Angels took a crown of thorns, well thickened, and handed it to the Most Holy Virgin – and She Herself
    drove it into my head.
    What a memorable day that was for me – of sufferings, yes, but of contentments; of unspeakable pains,
    but also of joy. It is enough to say that the intensity of the pains was such, that for that entire day Jesus did not
    move from my side, but remained close to me in order to sustain my nature, which was failing at the liveliness
    of the pains. Those souls from Purgatory who had flown up to Heaven, descended together with the Angels and
    surrounded my bed, cheering me with their canticles, and thanking me affectionately because through my
    sufferings I had freed them from those pains.
    It happened, then, that after five or six days of those intense pains, to my great regret, they began to
    diminish, and so I would solicit my beloved Jesus to renew the crucifixion. And He, sometimes quickly, and
    sometimes with some delay, would be pleased to transport me to the holy sites and to let me share in the pains
    of His Sorrowful Passion… now the crown of thorns, now the scourging, now the carrying of the cross to
    Calvary, now the crucifixion – sometimes one mystery per day, and sometimes everything in one day, as He
    pleased. This would be of highest pain and contentment for my soul. But it would become very bitter for me
    when the scene would change, and instead of I being the one who suffered, I would be the spectator, watching
    most loving Jesus suffer the pains of His Sorrowful Passion. Ah! how many times I found myself in the midst of
    the Jews together with Queen Mama, seeing my beloved Jesus suffer. Ah! yes, it is indeed true that it is easier
    for one to suffer himself, than to see the beloved suffer.
    Other times, I remember that, in renewing these crucifixions, my sweet Jesus would say to me: “My
    beloved, the cross allows one to distinguish the reprobates from the predestined. Just as on the day of judgment,
    the good will rejoice upon seeing the cross, so even now it can be seen whether one will be saved or lost. If, as
    the cross presents itself to the soul, she embraces it, carries it with resignation and patience, kissing and
    thanking that hand which is sending it – here is the sign that she is saved. If, on the contrary, as the cross is
    presented to her, she gets irritated, despises it, and even reaches the point of offending Me – you can say that
    that’s a sign that the soul is heading on the way to hell. So will the reprobates do on the day of judgment: upon
    seeing the cross, they will grieve and curse. The cross tells everything; the cross is a book that, without
    deception and in clear notes, tells you and allows you to distinguish the saint from the sinner, the perfect from
    the imperfect, the fervent from the lukewarm. The cross communicates such light to the soul that, even now, it
    allows one to distinguish not only the good from the evil, but also those who are to be more or less glorious in
    Heaven – those who are to occupy a higher or a lower place. All other virtues remain humble and reverent
    before the virtue of the cross, and grafting themselves to it, they receive greater glory and splendor.”
    Who can tell what flames of ardent desires this speaking of Jesus would cast into my heart? I felt
    devoured by hunger for suffering, and in order to satisfy my yearnings – or rather, to say it better, in order to
    satisfy that which He Himself infused in me – He would renew the crucifixion.
    I remember that sometimes, after renewing these crucifixions, He would say to me: “Beloved of my
    Heart, I ardently desire not only to crucify your soul and to communicate the pains of the cross to your body,
    but also to mark your body with the mark of my wounds; and I want to teach you the prayer in order to obtain
    this grace. This is the prayer: ‘I present myself before the supreme throne of God, bathed in the Blood of Jesus
    Christ, praying Him, by the merit of His most luminous virtues and of His Divinity, to concede to me the grace
    of being crucified’.”
    However, I have always had an aversion for anything that might appear externally – and I still do – but
    in the act in which Jesus was saying that, I would feel such yearnings being infused in me to satisfy the desire
    that He Himself was expressing, that I would yet dare to ask Jesus to crucify me in the soul and in the body.
    And sometimes I would say to Him: “Holy Spouse, I would rather not have external things; and if sometimes I
    dare to ask for that, it is because You Yourself tell me to, and also to give a sign to the confessor that it is You
    who operates in me. But for the rest, I would like nothing but those pains which You make me suffer when You
    renew the crucifixion. If only they were permanent – I would rather not have that diminution after some time.
    This alone is enough for me. As for the outward appearance, the more You can keep me hidden, the more You
    will make me content.’
    I remember confusedly that, when I would be with Our Lord, I would often ask for sorrow for my sins
    and for the grace to be forgiven of all the evil I had done; and at times I reached the point of saying that only
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    then would I be content, when I would hear Him say, from His own lips: “I forgive all your sins.” And blessed
    Jesus, who can deny nothing when it is for our good, one morning made Himself seen and told me: “This time I
    Myself want to do the office of confessor. You will confess all of your sins to Me, and in the act in which you
    do this, I will make you comprehend, one by one, the sorrows you have given to my Heart in offending Me, so
    that, by comprehending what sin is, as much as it is possible for a creature, you may be resolved to die rather
    than to offend Me. You, in the meantime, enter into your nothingness, and recite the Confiteor.”
    On entering myself, I could see all of my misery and my wicked deeds, and I trembled like a leaf before
    His presence. I lacked the strength to pronounce the words of the Confiteor, and if the Lord had not infused new
    strength in me, by telling me, “Do no fear. If I am a judge, I am also your father. Courage, let us proceed”, I
    would have remained there, without uttering one word.
    So I said the Confiteor, all full of confusion and humiliation, and since I saw myself all covered with my
    sins, at one glance, I saw that the greatest one, which had given affront to Our Lord, was pride. So I said: ‘Lord,
    before your presence, I accuse myself of the sin of pride.’ And He: “Draw near my Heart, and place your ear
    over It – you will hear the cruel torment that you have caused my Heart with this sin.” All trembling, I placed
    my ear at His adorable Heart – but who can tell what I heard and comprehended in that instant? Especially now,
    after so much time – I will say something confusedly. I remember that His Heart was beating so strongly, that it
    seemed that His breast was going to crack. Then it seemed to me that It was torn to shreds, and was almost
    destroyed by the pain. Ah! if I could have, I would have reached the point of destroying the Divine Being with
    pride.
    I will give you a simile in order to make myself understood, otherwise I have no words to express
    myself. Imagine a king, and at the feet of this king, a worm, which, rising and swelling up, begins to believe it is
    something, and reaches such audacity as to rise little by little, reaching the head of this king, wanting to remove
    the crown from him and put it on its own head. Then, it strips him of his royal vestments; then, it throws him off
    his throne, and finally, it tries to kill him. But what’s more about this worm, is that it itself does not know its
    own being; it very much deceives itself, while, to get rid if it, it would take the king nothing but to put it under
    his feet and crush it – and so it would end its days. In reality, if this could be, it would make arise indignation
    and pity, as well as ridicule, toward the pride of this worm. So did I see myself before God, and this filled me
    with such confusion and sorrow, that I felt the torment that blessed Jesus suffered being renewed in my heart.
    After this, He left me, and I felt such pain, comprehending how ugly the sin of pride is, that it is
    impossible to describe it. After I chewed all this thoroughly within myself, my good Jesus came back and told
    me to continue the confession of my sins. And I, all trembling, continued to make the accusation of my
    thoughts, words, works, causes and omissions; and when He would see that I was unable to continue the
    confession because of the pain I felt at having offended Him so much… in fact, I had such a vivid clarity, being
    in front of that Divine Sun; and especially could I see my littleness, the nonentity of my being, and I was
    stunned at how daring I had been, wondering from where had I taken that courage to offend a God so good,
    who, in the very act in which I was offending Him, assisted me, preserved me, nourished me. And if He had any
    rancor with me, it was for the sin I committed, which He greatly hated, while He loved me immensely, He
    excused me before divine justice, and was all occupied with removing that wall of division between the soul
    and God, which sin had produced. Oh! if all could see who God is, and who the soul is in the act of sinning,
    they would all die of sorrow, and I believe that sin would be exiled from the earth …So, when blessed Jesus
    would see that I could not take any more because of the pain, He would withdraw and leave me, to allow me to
    comprehend well the evil I had done. And then He would come back again, and I would continue the accusation
    of my sins.
    But who can tell all that I understood, and explain, one by one, the different affronts and the special
    sorrows which I had caused Our Lord with my sins? I feel it is almost impossible for me to explain myself – also
    because I don’t remember it too well.
    Then, when I finished the accusation, which lasted about seven hours, lovable Jesus took the aspect of a
    most loving father. And since I was exhausted in my strengths because of the sorrow, more so since I saw that
    that sorrow was not enough, to be sorry as much as it befitted my sins – to encourage me, He told me: “I Myself
    want to make up for you, so I apply to your soul the merit of the pain I had in the Garden of Gethsemani. This
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    alone can satisfy the divine justice.” After He applied His pain to my soul, then I seemed to be disposed to
    receive the absolution.
    All humbled and confused as I was, prostrated at the feet of the good father Jesus, through the rays He
    was sending into my mind, I tried to excite myself more to sorrow by saying – though I don’t remember
    everything: ‘Great, immense, has been the evil I have done against You. These powers of mine and these senses
    of my body were meant to be as many tongues with which to praise You. Ah! instead, they have been like many
    poisonous vipers which were biting You and were even trying to kill You. But, holy father, forgive me – do not
    want to cast me away because of the great wrong I have done to You by sinning.’
    And Jesus: “And you – do you promise to sin no more, and to banish from your heart any shadow of evil
    that might offend your Creator?”
    And I: ‘Ah! yes, with all my heart I promise You. I would die a thousand times rather than sin again.
    Never again, never again.’
    And Jesus: “And I forgive you, and I apply to your soul the merits of my Passion, and I want to wash it
    in my Blood.”
    And as He was saying this, He raised His blessed right hand and pronounced the words of the absolution
    – exactly like the words that the priest says, when he gives absolution. And in the act of doing this, a river of
    blood poured down from His hand, and my soul was completely inundated by it.
    After this, He said to me: “Come, oh daughter, come to make penance for your sins by kissing my
    wounds.”
    All trembling, I stood up and I kissed His most sacred wounds; and then He said to me: “My daughter,
    be more vigilant and attentive, because today I give you the grace not to fall, ever again, into voluntary venial
    sin.”
    Then He gave me other exhortations, which I don’t remember too well; and He disappeared.
    Who can tell the effects of this confession made to Our Lord? I felt all soaked with grace, and it made
    such an impression on me, that I cannot forget it. And every time I remember it, I feel a shiver run through my
    bones, and also taken by horror in thinking of what my correspondence is to so many graces received from Our
    Lord.
    The Lord deigned other times to give me the absolution, Himself. Sometimes He would take the form of
    the priest, and I would confess as if He were the priest, although I would feel different effects, and then, once it
    was finished, He would reveal Himself as Jesus; or He would come unveiled, making Himself recognized as
    Jesus from the beginning. Sometimes He would also take the form of the confessor, so much so, that I believed
    I was speaking with him, telling him all my fears, my doubts, but from the answer I would receive, from the
    gentleness of that voice, alternating between that of the confessor and that of Jesus, from His lovable gesture
    and from the interior effects, I would discover that it was Him. Ah! if I wanted to say everything about these
    things, I would be too long, so I finish, and I stop here…
    I remember that there was another war between Africa and Italy, and one day, about nine months earlier,
    blessed Jesus transported me outside of myself and showed me a very long road, filled with human flesh
    immersed in blood, which inundated that road like rivers. It was horrifying to see those cadavers exposed to the
    open air, without anyone to bury them.
    All frightened, I said to Our Lord: ‘What is this?’
    And He: “Next year there will be a war. They use the flesh to offend Me, and I want to make my just
    vengeances over their own flesh.” He said other things but the long time passed does not allow me to remember.
    Now, it happened that after that period of time, news began to spread about a war between Africa and
    Italy. I prayed good Jesus to spare many victims, and to have pity on many souls who were going to hell.
    One morning, according to the usual way, He transported me outside of myself, and I saw that almost all
    the people were convinced that Italy was going to win. I seemed to find myself in Rome, and I could see the
    deputies in council among themselves on how they should carry on the war to be sure that Italy would win.
    They were so swollen with themselves as to arouse pity. But what impressed me the most was to see that almost
    all of these people were sectarians – souls sold to the devil. What sad times! It really seemed that the satanic
    reign was reigning, and instead of placing their trust in God, they were placing it in the devil. Now, while they
    were in council, my blessed Jesus told me: “Let us go to hear what they say.” It seemed I was entering their
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    circle together with Him. Jesus was strolling through their midst, shedding tears over their miserable state.
    When they finished their council about the way to proceed, boasting of being sure about the victory, Jesus
    turned to them and, threatening them, said: “You rely on yourselves, and therefore I will humiliate you. This
    time Italy will lose…”
    Now, in order to obey, I will continue what I left on page 6 of this 1st volume – that is, the Novena of
    Holy Christmas.
    As I moved on from the second to the third meditation, an interior voice told me: “My daughter, place
    your head upon the womb of my Mama, and look deep into it at my little Humanity. My love devoured Me; the
    fires, the oceans, the immense seas of love of my Divinity inundated Me, burned Me to ashes, and sent their
    flames so high as to rise and reach everywhere – all generations, from the first to the last man. My little
    Humanity was devoured in the midst of such flames; but do you know what my eternal love wants Me to
    devour? Ah! Souls! And only then was I content, when I devoured them all, to remain conceived with Me. I was
    God, and I was to operate as God – I had to take them all. My love would have given Me no peace, had I
    excluded any of them. Ah! My daughter, look well into the womb of my Mama; fix well your eyes on my
    conceived Humanity, and you will find your soul conceived with Me, and the flames of my love that devour
    you. Oh! How much I loved you, and I do love you!”
    I felt dissolved in the midst of so much love, nor was I able to go out of it; but a voice called me loudly,
    saying: “My daughter, this is nothing yet; cling more tightly to Me, and give your hands to my dear Mama, that
    She may hold you to her maternal womb. And you, take another look at my little conceived Humanity, and
    watch the fourth excess of my love.”
    4 – “My daughter, from the devouring love, move on to look at my operative love. Each conceived soul
    brought Me the burden of her sins, of her weaknesses and passions, and my love commanded Me to take the
    burden of each one of them. And it conceived not only the souls, but the pains of each one, as well as the
    satisfaction which each one of them was to give to my Celestial Father. So my Passion was conceived together
    with Me. Look well at Me in the womb of my Celestial Mama. Oh! How tortured was my little Humanity. Look
    well at my little head, surrounded by a crown of thorns, which, pressed tightly around my temples, made rivers
    of tears pour out from my eyes; nor was I able to make a move to dry them. O Please! Be moved to compassion
    for Me, dry my eyes from so much crying – you, who have free arms to be able to do it. These thorns are the
    crown of the so many evil thoughts which crowd the human minds. Oh! How they prick Me, more than thorns
    which sprout from the earth. But, look again – what a long crucifixion of nine months: I could not move a finger
    or a hand or a foot. I was always immobile; there was no room to be able to move even a tiny bit. What a long
    and hard crucifixion, with the addition that all evil works, assuming the form of nails, continuously pierced my
    hands and feet.” So He continued to narrate to me pains upon pains – all the martyrdoms of His little Humanity,
    such that, if I wanted to tell them all, I would be too long.
    I abandoned myself to crying, and I heard in my interior: “My daughter, I would like to hug you, but I
    am unable to do so – there is no room, I am immobile, I cannot do it. I would like to come to you, but I am
    unable to walk. For now, you hug Me and you come to Me; then, when I come out of the maternal womb, I will
    come to you.” But as I hugged Him and squeezed Him tightly to my heart with my imagination, an interior
    voice told me: “Enough for now, my daughter; move on to consider the fifth excess of my love.”
    5 – And the interior voice continued: “My daughter, do not move away from Me, do not leave Me alone;
    my love wants your company. This is another excess of my love, which does not want to be alone. But do you
    know whose company it wants? That of the creature. See, in the womb of my Mama, all of the creatures are
    together with Me – conceived together with Me. I am with them, all love. I want to tell them how much I love
    them; I want to speak with them to tell them of my joys and sorrows – that I have come into their midst to make
    them happy and to console them; that I will remain in their midst as a little brother, giving my goods, my
    kingdom, to each one of them at the cost of my life. I want to give them my kisses and my caresses. I want to
    amuse myself with them, but – ah, how many sorrows they give Me! Some run away from Me, some play deaf
    and force Me into silence; some despise my goods and do not care about my kingdom, returning my kisses and
    caresses with indifference and obliviousness of Me, so they convert my amusement into bitter crying. Oh! How
    lonely I am, though in the midst of many. Oh! How loneliness weighs upon Me. I have no one to whom to say a
    word, with whom to pour Myself out – not even in love. I am always sad and taciturn, because if I speak, I am
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    not listened to. Ah! My daughter, I beg you, I implore you, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness; give
    Me the good of letting Me speak by listening to Me; lend your ear to my teachings. I am the master of masters.
    How many things do I want to teach you! If you listen to Me, you will stop my crying and I will amuse Myself
    with you. Don’t you want to amuse yourself with Me?”
    And as I abandoned myself in Him, giving Him my compassion in His loneliness, the interior voice
    continued: “Enough, enough; move on to consider the sixth excess of my love.”
    6 – “My daughter, come, pray my dear Mama to set aside a little space for you within her maternal
    womb, that you yourself may see the painful state in which I find Myself.” So, in my thoughts, it seemed that
    our Queen Mama made me a little room to make Jesus content, and placed me in it. But the darkness was such
    that I could not see Him; I could only hear His breathing, while He continued to say in my interior: “My
    daughter, look at another excess of my love. I am the eternal light; the sun is a shadow of my light. But do you
    see where my love led Me – in what a dark prison I am? There is not a glimmer of light; it is always night for
    Me – but a night without stars, without rest. I am always awake…what pain! The narrowness of this prison –
    without being able to make the slightest movement; the thick darkness…; even my breathing, as I breathe
    through the breathing of my Mama – oh, how labored it is! To this, add the darkness of the sins of creatures.
    Each sin was a night for Me, and combined together they formed an abyss of darkness, with no boundaries.
    What pain! Oh, excess of my love – making Me pass from an immensity of light and space into an abyss of
    thick darkness, so narrow as to lose the freedom to breathe; and all this, for love of creatures.”
    As He was saying this, He moaned – moans almost suffocated because of the lack of space; and He
    cried. I was consumed with crying. I thanked Him, I compassionated Him; I wanted to make Him a little light
    with my love, as He told me to. But who can say all? Then, the same interior voice added: “Enough for now;
    move on to the seventh excess of my love.”
    7 – The interior voice continued: “My daughter, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness and in so
    much darkness. Do not leave the womb of my Mama, so you may see the seventh excess of my love. Listen to
    Me: in the womb of my Celestial Father I was fully happy; there was no good which I did not possess; joy,
    happiness – everything was at my disposal. The angels adored Me reverently, hanging upon my every wish. Ah,
    excess of my love! I could say that it made Me change my destiny; it restrained Me within this gloomy prison; it
    stripped Me of all my joys, happinesses and goods, to clothe Me with all the unhappinesses of creatures – and
    all this in order to make an exchange, to give them my destiny, my joys and my eternal happiness. But this
    would have been nothing had I not found in them highest ingratitude and obstinate perfidy. Oh, how my eternal
    love was surprised in the face of so much ingratitude, and how it cried over the stubbornness and perfidy of
    man. Ingratitude was the sharpest thorn that pierced my heart, from my conception up to the last moment of my
    life. Look at my little heart – it is wounded, and pours out blood. What pain! What torture I feel! My daughter,
    do not be ungrateful to Me. Ingratitude is the hardest pain for your Jesus; it is to close the door in my face,
    leaving Me numb with cold. But my love did not stop at so much ingratitude; it took the attitude of supplicating,
    imploring, moaning and begging love. This is the eighth excess of my love.”
    8 – “My daughter, do not leave Me alone; place your head upon the womb of my dear Mama, and even
    from the outside you will hear my moans and my supplications. In seeing that neither my moans nor my
    supplications move the creature to compassion for my love, I assume the attitude of the poorest of beggars; and
    stretching out my little hand, I ask – for pity’s sake, and at least as alms – for their souls, for their affections and
    for their hearts. My love wanted to win over the heart of man at any cost; and in seeing that after seven excesses
    of my love, he was still reluctant, he played deaf, he did not care about Me and did not want to give himself to
    Me, my love wanted to push itself further. It should have stopped; but no, it wanted to overflow even more from
    within its boundaries; and from the womb of my Mama, it made my voice reach every heart with the most
    insinuating manners, with the most fervent prayers, with the most penetrating words. And do you know what I
    said to them? ‘My child, give me your heart; I will give you everything you want, provided that you give Me
    your heart in exchange. I have descended from Heaven to make a prey of it. O please, do not deny it to Me! Do
    not delude my hopes!’ And in seeing him reluctant – even more, many turned their backs to Me – I passed on to
    moaning; I joined my little hands and, crying, with a voice suffocated by sobs, I added: ‘Ohh! Ohh! I am the
    little beggar; you don’t want to give Me your heart – not even as alms? Is this not a greater excess of my love;
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    that the Creator, in order to approach the creature, takes the form of a little baby so as not to strike fear in him;
    that He asks for the heart of the creature, at least as alms, and in seeing that he does not want to give it, He
    supplicates, moans and cries?”
    Then I heard Him say: “And you, don’t you want to give Me your heart? Or maybe you too want Me to
    moan, beg and cry in order to give Me your heart? Do you want to deny Me the alms I ask of you?” And as He
    was saying this I heard Him as though sobbing, and I: ‘My Jesus, do not cry, I give You my heart and all of
    myself.’ Then, the interior voice continued: “Move further; pass on to the ninth excess of my love.”
    9 – “My daughter, my state is ever more painful. If you love Me, keep your gaze fixed on Me, to see if
    you can offer some relief to your Jesus; a little word of love, a caress, a kiss, will give respite to my crying and
    to my afflictions. Listen my daughter, after I gave eight excesses of my love, and man requited them so badly,
    my love did not give up and wanted to add the ninth excess to the eighth. And this was yearnings, sighs of fire,
    flames of desire, for I wanted to go out of the maternal womb to embrace man. This reduced my little
    Humanity, not yet born, to such an agony as to reach the point of breathing my last. But as I was about to
    breathe my last, my Divinity, which was inseparable from Me, gave Me sips of life, and so I regained life to
    continue my agony, and return again to the point of death. This was the ninth excess of my love: to agonize and
    to die of love continuously for the creature. Oh! What a long agony of nine months! Oh! How love suffocated
    Me and made Me die. Had I not had the Divinity with Me, which gave Me life again every time I was about to
    finish, love would have consumed Me before coming out to the light of day.”
    Then He added: “Look at Me, listen to Me, how I agonize, how my heart beats, pants, burns. Look at Me
  • now I die.” And He remained in deep silence. I felt like dying. My blood froze in my veins, and trembling, I
    said to Him: ‘My Love, my Life, do not die, do not leave me alone. You want love, and I will love You; I will
    not leave You ever again. Give me your flames to be able to love You more, and be consumed completely for
    You.’

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