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This morning my always lovable Jesus transported me outside of myself. He was in my arms, with His face so very close to mine, kissing me slowly, slowly, as if He did not want me to perceive it. But after He repeated His kisses, I could not contain myself from returning Him with my kisses. But as I was kissing Him, a thought came to me - to kiss His most holy lips, and try to suckle the bitternesses that He contained... who knows if Jesus would surrender. Said and done. I kissed Him and I tried to suckle, but nothing would come out. I prayed Him to pour His bitternesses into me and, again, I suckled with more strength, but… nothing. It seemed that my Jesus suffered from the strains I was causing Him. After I did it again, with ardor, for a third time, I felt the most bitter breath of Jesus coming into me, and I saw something hard across His throat, which couldn’t come out and prevented Him from letting out the bitternesses that He contained, so as to pour them into me.
And My afflicted Jesus, almost crying, told me: "My daughter, my daughter, resign yourself. Don’t you see what hardness man put into Me with sin, which prevents Me from sharing my bitternesses with the one who loves Me? Ah! don’t you remember when I told you: ‘Let Me do, otherwise man will reach the point of doing so much evil as to exhaust evil itself, not knowing what more evil to do’ - and you did not want Me to strike man? Man is becoming worse and worse. He has accumulated so much pus within himself that not even the war managed to let this pus out. War did not knock man down; on the contrary, it made him grow bolder. The revolution will make him furious; misery will make him despair and will make him give himself to crime. All this will serve, somehow, to make all the rot which he contains come out; and then, my Goodness will strike man, not indirectly through creatures, but directly from Heaven. These chastisements will be like beneficial dew descending from Heaven, which will kill man; and he, touched by my hand, will recognize himself, will wake up from the sleep of sin, and will recognize His Creator. Therefore, daughter, pray that everything may be for the good of man."
Jesus remained with His bitterness, and I remained afflicted because I was unable to relieve Jesus. I could just feel His bitter breath, and I found myself inside myself. But I felt restless; the words of Jesus tormented me. I could see before my mind the terrible future. And Jesus came back to calm me down, and almost to distract me, told me: "How much love! How much love! Do you see? As I was suffering and pain was formed in Me, I said: ‘My pain, go, run, run. Go in search of man. Help him, and may my pains be the strength of his pains.’ As I was shedding my Blood, I said to each drop: ‘Run, run, save man for Me. If he is dead, give him life, but Divine Life. If he escapes, run after him, besiege him from all sides, confuse him with love until he surrenders.’ As the wounds were being formed on my Body under the scourges, I repeated: ‘My wounds, do not remain with Me, but go in search for man. If you find him wounded by sin, place yourselves as a seal in order to heal him.’ So, everything I did and said, I placed around man, in order to save him. You too - for love of Me, do not keep anything for yourself, but let everything run after man to save him, and I will look at you as another Me."
