The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

May 2, 1917

How Jesus died little by little.

Finding myself in my usual state, I was lamenting to my sweet Jesus because of His privations, telling Him: ‘My Love, who could ever imagine that your privation had to cost me so much? I feel I am dying, little by little. Each one of my acts is a death that I feel, because I cannot find the Life. But dying and continuing to live is even more cruel - it is double death.’

My lovable Jesus came flashing by and told me: "My daughter, courage and firmness in everything. And then, don’t you want to imitate Me? I too died little by little. As the creatures offended Me in my steps, I felt a tearing in my feet, but with such bitterness of spasm as to be capable of giving Me death. And while I felt like I was dying, yet, I would not die. As they offended Me with their works, I felt death in my hands, and at the cruel torment, I agonized, I felt faint; but the Will of the Father sustained Me. I died, and I did not die. As the evil voices and the horrendous blasphemies of creatures were reflected in my voice, I felt like suffocating, my word being choked, poisoned; I felt death in my voice, but I did not die. And my tortured Heart? As It palpitated, I felt the evil lives in my heartbeat, souls being ripped from Me; and my Heart was continuously torn and lacerated. I agonized and died continuously in each creature, in each offense; yet, Love, the Divine Will, forced Me to live. This is the reason for your dying little by little. I want you together with Me - I want your company in my deaths. Aren’t you happy?"