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I was saying to my sweet Jesus: "My Life, how cattiva I am! [Cattiva in Italian means bad, wicked] But even though I am cattiva, I know that You love me.’ And my beloved Jesus told me: "My little cattiva, you surely are cattiva - you captivated my Will. If you had captivated my Love, my Power, my Wisdom, etc., you would have captivated a part of Me. But by captivating my Will, you have captivated all of the substance of my Being, which crowns all of my qualities, and so you took Me altogether. This is why I often speak to you not only about my Will, but of the living in my Will: since you have captivated It, I want you to know Its qualities and how to live in my Volition, so that you may live a communal and inseparable life together with Me, and I may reveal to you the secrets of my Will. Could you have been more cattiva?"
And I: "My Jesus, You make fun of Me. I want to tell You that I am really cattiva, and to help me to become good.’
And Jesus: "Yes, yes"; and He disappeared.
