The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

May 23, 1918

The flights of the soul in the Divine Will.

This morning my sweet Jesus did not come, so I spent it amid sighs, anxieties and bitternesses, though all immersed in His Will. As the night came, I could not take any more, so I called Him again and again. My eyes could not close; I felt restless; I wanted Jesus at any cost. At that point He came, and said to me: "My dove, who can say the flights that you take in my Will, the space that you cover, the air that you swallow? No one, no one - not even you would be able to say it. I alone - I alone can say it; I, Who measure the fibers; I, Who count the flights of your thoughts, of your heartbeats. And as you fly, I see the hearts that you touch. But do not stop - fly to more hearts, and knock, again and again. Then, fly over again, and on your wings bring my ‘I love you’ to more hearts, to make Me loved; and then, in one flight, come to my Heart to take refreshment, to start all over again with more rapid flights. I amuse Myself with my dove; and I call the Angels and my little Mama to amuse Themselves with Me. But, you know? I am not telling you everything; the rest I will tell you in Heaven. Oh, how many surprising things I will tell you!"

Then He placed His hand on my forehead and added: "I leave you the shadow of my Will, the breath of my Volition. Sleep." And I fell asleep.