The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

January 23, 1927

How the Divine Fiat is a powerful magnet which draws God to the creature. How the human will is more than earthquake, and how it is exposed to all thieves.

As I continued to be more sick than usual, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen – not Himself alone, but together with the Three Divine Persons.  They all surrounded me, and I remained in Their midst, nor could I see anything but Their Supreme Height and the immense light which surrounded Them.  And all Three of Them said to me:  “We have come to make a visit to our daughter who is sick.  Our Will, more than a powerful magnet, drew Us and called Us from Heaven to make Us come to you; nor could We do without coming to cheer the one who is the firstborn daughter of Our Will, and to keep her a little company in her sufferings.  The strength of Our Fiat is irresistible for Us, and surrendering to Its strength is happiness for Us.”

Now, who can say what I felt and comprehended while being in Their midst?  I do not have the words to express myself.  Then, since obedience had told me that I should have something to eat, though I could not take anything, out of obedience, before Jesus came, I had taken a few spoonfuls of broth, and I felt it in my throat, unable to go down to my stomach.  I told Jesus to let me obey, and Jesus, all goodness, passed His holy hand from my throat to my stomach, making it go down to my stomach so that I could digest it - in such a way that I did not bring it up, as I am used to doing every day… that whatever I take, I bring up.  Infinite goodness of Jesus for me, who am the most little and poor creature.  Then, after this, I remained afflicted, because I thought that They would take me with Them; and since They didn’t, I felt sad.  And Jesus, to cheer me, placed Himself with His face at my chest, and as He breathed over me a light came out of His breath, which served not only for my soul, but also to recompose all of my body.  As the breath ceased, my body would fall apart; and Jesus, to cheer me, said to me:  “My daughter, courage, don’t you see that the mere breath and light of my Will recompose also your body?  So, if I stop my breath, your body will fall apart and you will quickly make your way to Our Celestial Fatherland.”

And I:  ‘My Love, I am useless and I am good at nothing – would it not be better for You to get rid of Me by sending me to the Celestial Jerusalem?’  And Jesus, all goodness, added:  “My daughter, everything is useful for Me, even the little rocks, the rubble - in order to build.  The same with you:  everything that forms your body is like rubble; but when it is vivified by the vital fluid of the eternal Fiat, everything becomes precious and of incalculable value; in such a way, that I can build the strongest and most impregnable cities over that precious rubble.  You must know that as man withdrew from the Divine Will by doing his own, it happened as when a strong earthquake strikes a city.  The strong tremor makes chasms open in the earth, and somewhere, it swallows the houses, somewhere else it tears them to pieces.  The power of the tremor opens the coffers locked most securely, and casts out diamonds, coins, precious things, in such a way that thieves can enter and steal whatever they want.  So, the poor city is reduced to a heap of rocks, ruins, rubble and wreckage.  Now, if a king wants to build that city once again, he uses those very heaps of rocks, wreckage and rubble; and since he makes it all new, he builds it in modern style, giving it such sumptuousness of art and beauty that there may be no other city equal to it.  And so he makes it the capital of his kingdom. 

My daughter, the human will was more than earthquake for man, and this earthquake is still going on – sometimes more intense, sometimes a little less so, in such a way that it casts out of him the most precious things which God placed in the depths of man.  So, this earthquake of his own will, makes him all upset.  The key of the Supreme Fiat which kept men in custody and completely safe no longer exists for them.  Therefore, since they have no more doors nor keys, but collapsing walls, the thieves of their passions loot, and they remain exposed to all evils, and many times shattered into wreckage and rubble, which can barely be recognized as the cities once built by their Creator.  Now, since I want to build once again the Kingdom of my Will in the midst of creatures, I want to use your wreckage and rubble; and by investing them with the vital fluid of my creative Will, I will form the capital of the Kingdom of the Supreme Fiat.  This is how I use you - aren’t you happy?”