I was doing my round in the Divine Will to follow Its acts, and I arrived at the point in which the Celestial Baby was in Egypt, and the Celestial Mama, rocking Him, tried to make Him fall asleep, and at the same time She was occupied, with Her maternal hands, in making a little garment for the Divine Infant. And I, uniting myself with His Mama, made my “I love You” to Jesus flow between Her fingers and in the thread that was flowing, so as to form and weave the little garment together with my “I love You”; and upon the foot of the Queen that was swinging the cradle, I put my own, so that I too might rock Jesus and do for Him what His Mama was doing. And while I was doing this, the Celestial Baby, between vigil and sleep, was saying: “My two mamas… .” So, remembering this, and what was written in the 24th volume,[1] I thought to myself: “But, is my dear Jesus still repeating the sweet words: ‘My two mamas?’ After such a terrible storm that, like devastating hail, struck my poor soul, who knows how many defects I have committed; Jesus must no longer feel that tender love of saying, so sweetly: ‘My two mamas.’”
But while I was thinking of this, my lovable Jesus told me: “My daughter, if you have not ceased repeating, uniting yourself with Our Celestial Mama, rocking Me, placing your ‘I love You’ for Me in what She was doing, could I cease saying: ‘My two mamas’? Then I would be below you in loving you, while I never let Myself be surpassed by the love of the creature. Not only this, but you must know that everything that the creature does in My Will has the virtue of converting that good that she does into her nature; and true good in nature is never lost, nor are there strains in repeating it as many times as one wants. Do you perhaps strain yourself in order to breathe, to palpitate? Because it is in your nature; even more, if you do not want to do it, you must emit a strain—but a strain that, perhaps, if you can get yourself to do it, will cost you your life. And this is the greatest prodigy of My Will: to convert the prayer, the love, the sanctity, Its knowledges, into one’s nature. And when I see that the creature has given herself at the mercy of My Will, but so much, that My Will was able to change the Divine Goods into her nature, My Words resound in the soul with My Creative Power and give the maternity as her nature. And how can I not repeat: ‘My two mamas’? When I speak, what I say is in reality. Is it perhaps not true that My Mama is Mother to Me according to the order of nature, and is also Mother to Me in the Divine Order, by virtue of the Divine Will that She possessed? Had She not possessed My Will, She could not have been Mother to Me, either in the human order, or in the Divine Order. Oh! how many things It knows how to do in one who lets herself be dominated by It. It knows how to make the Divine Order descend into the human, and It converts the Divine Order into one’s nature, and It makes of her such portents as to astonish Heaven and earth. Therefore, let yourself be dominated by My Will, and I will make My sweet Word resound in you: ‘My dear mama whom My Fiat keeps for Me on earth.’”
After this, I was following the Divine Fiat in the Creation, and was saying to myself: “I want to enter into the sun in order to empty it of the love that God placed in it for love of creatures, and on the wings of its light bring it back to my Creator as requital of my love. I want to empty the wind, to bring back to Him the requital of the mighty love, of the moaning, ruling love, that it may rule over the Divine Heart and snatch from It the Kingdom of the Divine Will upon earth. I want to empty the heavens of the love they contain, to bring back to Him the love that never ends, that never says ‘enough,’ so as to take Him from all sides and bring Him the requital of loving Him everywhere and in everyone.” But who can say all my nonsense that I spoke in each created thing? I would be too long, therefore I won’t go any further.
So, while I was doing this, my sweet Jesus told me: “Daughter of My Will, how pleasing to Me is the soul who enters into My Will to find in It all My Works, and flying from one created thing to another, with her little capacity she makes her calculations, to find out what dose of Love, of Goodness, of Power, of Beauty, and more, I placed in each created thing. And since for one who is in My Will what is Mine is hers, she embraces them all and brings them back into My Womb and around Me, as requital of her love; and I feel, being returned to Me, the love that We issued in creating the whole Creation; the Goodness, the Power, the Beauty with which We strewed all Creation. And in Our emphasis of Love, We say: ‘The daughter of Our Will returns to Us Our Works, Our Love, Our Goodness, and more; and while she returns them to Us, she leaves them at their place.’ And We feel, being repeated to Us, the glory, the happiness as if We were again putting out the whole Creation.
“Now, you must know that in creating the whole universe, the variety of many manifold things, We placed a determined act, an ‘enough’ to each thing, in such a way that they cannot surpass any limit from the way in which they were created. However, even though it was a determined act and they cannot go any further, it was yet a full act; so much so, that creatures are unable, nor do they have the capacity, to take all the good that each created thing contains. This is so true that, who can say: ‘I can take all the light of the sun’? ‘The heavens are not enough for me over my head’? ‘All the waters are not enough for me to quench my thirst’? ‘The earth is not sufficient under my feet’? And so with many other things. And this, because as Our Divinity does an act, creates things, Our Love, the superabundance We possess, is so great, that We put in display, luxury, pomp. Of none of Our Works can it be said that it is poor; they all make display—some of luxury of light, some make pomp of beauty, some of variety of colors, and more. They seem to be saying, in their mute language: ‘Our Creator is immensely rich, beautiful, powerful, wise, and therefore all of us, as worthy works of Him, make display of luxury in the office given to us by God.’
“Now, My daughter, it was not so in creating man; in him was placed, not a determined act, but an Act ever growing. Our Love did not want to say an ‘enough’ to man; it would have been like hampering Our Love, arresting Our ardor. No, no—Our ‘enough’ did not pronounce itself in the creation of man; it did not put a limit, but an Act ever growing, leaving it almost to his liking where he wanted to reach, and Our growing Act at his disposal, so that Our display of Love would not have a limit, but could make pomp of luxury, of grace, of sanctity, of beauty, of goodness, and more—as much as he pleased. We bound Our growing Act to his free will, so that it might have no hindrance to displaying as much luxury as it could. And so that this growing Act of Ours might have in man all possible and imaginable helps, We gave him also Our Divine Will at his disposal, so that It could maintain for him, at Its own expense, all the luxury he wanted, and the superabundance of the goods of his Creator. Our Love did not have the heart to say ‘enough’ to man: ‘Our son, up to here you can reach.’ No, no—it would have been as if a father wanted to say to his son: ‘Up to such and such day you will sit at my table; and then—enough.’ This would not be love of paternity, but of mastership. That a son may put a limit in receiving the alimony of his father—this could be; but that a father would say to him: ‘You will remain on an empty stomach’—this he will never do.
“Such is Our Goodness; We will never say ‘enough’ to the creature; Our growing Act will serve her as continuous nourishments to always grow and preserve herself. And if, ungrateful, she does not make use of Our growing Act, great gift given by her Creator, We will have the sorrow of seeing Our dear child on an empty stomach, poor, and Our Act hampered and without life; and Our ardor of love will change into ardor of sorrow. So, if you want Our growing Act to have life in you, never go out of Our Divine Will, which will be jealous of making you always, always grow.”
Fiat!!!
[1] Re: Volume 24 September 2, 1928.
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