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Continuing, one evening, after writing, my sweet Jesus came and told me: "My daughter, every time you write, my Love receives one more little outpouring, one more contentment, and I feel more drawn to communicate my graces to you. However, know that when you do not write everything, or when you pass over my intimacies with you - over the display of my Love, I feel as though betrayed, because in that display of love, in those intimacies with you, I tried to attract not only you to know Me and love Me more, but also those who would read my intimacies of love, in order to receive more love also from them. And if you do not write, I will not have this love, and I remain saddened and betrayed."
And I: ‘Ah! my Jesus, it takes such an effort to put on paper certain secrets and intimacies with You; it seems as if one would want to go outside of the order of others.’ And Jesus: "Ah! yes, this is the weakness of all the good, who, out of humility, out of fear, deny love to Me; and in hiding themselves, they want to hide Me. Instead, they should manifest my Love, to make Me loved. So, I remain always the Jesus betrayed in love - even by the good."
