The Book of Heaven
—Unofficial Version—

June 14, 1900

The effects of the Cross.

As I was a little in suffering, on coming, my adorable Jesus compassionated me and said to me:  “My daughter, what is it - that you are suffering so much?  Let me relieve you a little.”  So (though Jesus was suffering more than I was) He gave me a kiss, and since He was crucified, He drew me outside of myself and placed my hands in His, my feet in His, while my head was leaning on His head, and His on mine.  How content I was, being in that position!  Though the nails and the thorns of Jesus gave me pains, yet, they were pains that gave me joy, because they were suffered for my beloved Good.  Indeed, I would have wanted them to increase more.

Jesus too seemed to be content with me, keeping me in that way, drawn to Himself.  It seemed to me that Jesus was refreshing me, and that I was of refreshment for Him.  Then, we went out in that position, and having found the confessor, immediately I prayed to Him for his needs, and I asked the Lord to deign to allow the confessor to hear how sweet and gentle His voice is.  To make me content, Jesus turned to him and spoke of the cross, saying:  “The cross absorbs the Divinity into the soul, renders her similar to my Humanity, and reproduces my own works in her.”

Afterwards, we continued to go around for a little while, and – oh, how many sorrowful sights, such as to pierce the soul through!:  the grave iniquities of men, who do not lower themselves even before Justice - on the contrary, they hurl themselves with greater fury, almost wanting to render double wounds for wounds; and the great misery that they are preparing for themselves.  Then, to our greatest sorrow, we withdrew.  Jesus disappeared, and I withdrew inside myself.