The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

February 14, 1922

The happiness of Jesus when one writes about Him.

As I was in my usual state, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen all pleased and with an indescribable contentment; and I said to Him: ‘What is it, Jesus? Are You bringing me good news, that You are so content?’ And Jesus told me: "My daughter, do you know why I am so content? All my joy, my feast, is when I see you write. I see my glory, my Life and the knowledge of Me that multiplies more and more, being inscribed in those written words. The Light of the Divinity, the Power of my Will, the outpouring of my Love… - I see everything written on paper, and in each word I feel the fragrance of all my perfumes. Then I see those written words run - run in the midst of the peoples, to bring new knowledges, my outpouring Love, the secrets of my Will... Oh, how I rejoice! - so much that I don’t know what I would do to you when you write! And as you write new things that regard Me, I keep inventing new favors in order to repay you, and I dispose Myself to tell you new truths so as to give you new favors.

I have always loved more and reserved greater graces for the ones who have written about Me, because they are the continuation of my evangelical life - the spokesmen of my word. That which I did not say in my Gospel, I reserved to say to those who would write about Me. I did not finish preaching at that time - I must preach always, as long as the generations will exist."

And I: ‘My Love, to write the truths that You tell me is a sacrifice; but the sacrifice becomes harder, and I almost feel no strength to make it, when I am obligated and when they force me to write of my intimacies between You and me, and of things that regard me. I don’t know what I would do so as not to put the pen on paper.’ And Jesus: "You remain always aside; it is always about Me that you speak: what I do to you, how much I love you, and where my Love toward creatures reaches. This will push others to love Me, so that they too may receive the good that I do to you. Besides, this mixing you and Me in writing is also necessary, otherwise some might say: ‘To whom did He say this? To whom was He so generous in lavishing His favors? Maybe to the wind, to the air?’ Is it not said that in my Life I was so very generous with my Mama? That I spoke to the Apostles, to the crowds, and that I healed such and such sick person? Therefore, everything is necessary; and be sure that, in what you write, it is always Me that you make known more."