The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

April 1, 1922

Reason for the sufferings of Luisa, which surpass those of Purgatory. The most humiliating step of the Passion of Jesus was that of being clothed and treated as a madman. Each pain that Jesus suffered was nothing other than the echo of the pains which creatures deserved.

I am going through most bitter days because of the privation of my sweet Jesus. If He makes Himself seen, it is like lightening that flashes by. What pain! What torment! My mind was darkened by the thought that my Life, my All, would never come back again: ‘Ah, everything is over for me. What shall I do to find Him again? To whom shall I turn? Ah, no one is moved to pity for me!’

While I was thinking of this and other things, my lovable Jesus came and told me: "Poor daughter of Mine, poor daughter of Mine, how much you suffer... Your painful state surpasses even the state of purging souls. In fact, if these are deprived of Me, it is because of the sins with which they see themselves smeared, and which prevent them from seeing Me; and they themselves do not dare to come before Me, because before my infinite Sanctity there is not a tiny flaw that can resist in my presence. And if I allowed them to be before Me, this would be the greatest torment for them, such as surpass the very pains of hell. The greatest torture I could give to a soul would be to keep her stained before Me. So, in order not to torture her more, first I let her be purged, and then I admit her to my presence.

But between Me and the little daughter of my Will, it is not sins that prevent Me from making Myself seen - it is my Justice that places Itself between Me and her. Therefore, your pain from not seeing Me surpasses any other pain. Poor daughter, courage, you have had my same lot. How terrible are the pains of Justice! And I can share them with one who lives in my Will, because it takes a divine strength to bear them. But do not fear - I will return soon, according to the usual way. Let the rays of Justice touch the creatures; my Justice too must to follow Its course, nor will you be able to sustain It all. Then I will be with you as before. But in spite of this, I am not leaving you; I too know that you cannot be without Me, therefore I will remain in the depth of your heart, and we will plead together."

Afterwards, I followed the Hours of the Passion, and I followed my sweet Jesus in the act in which He was clothed and treated as a madman. My mind was wandering in this mystery, and Jesus told me: "My daughter, the most humiliating step of my Passion was precisely this: being clothed and treated as a madman. I became the amusement of the Jews - their rag. Greater humiliation my infinite Wisdom could not bear. Yet, it was necessary that I, Son of God, suffer this pain.

By sinning, man becomes mad - greater madness there cannot be. And from king as he is, he becomes the slave and the amusement of the most vile passions which tyrannize him and, more than a madman, chain him as they please, casting him into mud, and covering him with the most filthy things. Oh, what great madness sin is! In this state, man could never be admitted before the Supreme Majesty. Therefore I Myself wanted to bear this pain, so humiliating, in order to plead for man that he might leave this state of madness, offering Myself to my Celestial Father to suffer the pains which the madness of man deserved. Each pain I suffered in my Passion was nothing other than the echo of the pains which creatures deserved. That echo boomed over Me, and subjected Me to pains, to scorn, to derisions, to mockeries, and to all torments."