The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

July 17, 1900

Luisa gives a relief to Jesus. He makes her consider the chastisements He holds back.

Having received Communion, I did not see blessed Jesus as I usually do.  Then, after waiting for a long time, I felt I was going outside of myself and I found Him.  As I saw Him, He said to me:  “Daughter, I was waiting for you to be able to rest a little bit in you, for I cannot take any more.  O please, give Me a relief!”

Immediately I took Him in my arms to content Him, and I saw that He had a deep wound on His shoulder, which aroused compassion and repugnance at the sight.  So He rested for a few minutes, and then, after that brief rest, I looked and I saw that that wound was almost healed.  So, amid amazement and stupefaction, and seeing Him more relieved, I plucked up courage and I said to Him:  ‘Blessed Lord, my poor heart is tormented by a fear – that You do not love me any more.  I fear I have incurred your indignation and this is why You no longer come as before, You do not pour your bitternesses into me, and you no longer give me my good, which is suffering; and by denying this to me, You come to deny me Yourself.  O please! Give peace to a poor heart!  Tell me, assure me, swear to me – do You love me?  Do You continue loving me?’  And He:  “Yes, yes, yes, I love you.”  And I:  ‘How can I be sure of this, since when one really loves somebody, whatever he wants one gives him?  But I say to You:  “Do not chastise the people”, and You chastise them.  “Pour your bitternesses [into me]”, and You do not pour them; on the contrary, it seems that this time You are going too far.  So, how can I rely on your loving me?’  And He:  “My daughter, you take into account the chastisements I send, but those which I hold back you take into no account.  How many more chastisements I would have sent, how many more slaughters, and how much more blood I would have caused to be shed, if I had no regard for those few who love Me, and whom I love with a special love?”

Then, after this, it seemed that Jesus set on His way to go there where slaughters of human flesh were occurring.  I wanted to follow Him, but it was not given to me to do it, and to my highest sorrow I found myself inside myself.