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My poor mind feels the need to pour itself into the Divine Volition as into its own center; and flinging itself into It, it feels the divine breath, heartbeat, love and life as its own. Who could say he can live without breath, without heartbeat? No one. In the same way, my poor soul would form its own most harrowing purgatory without the Fiat, and my human will would cast me into the abyss of all evils. But while I was thinking of this, my beloved Jesus, surprising me, all tenderness, told me: “Blessed daughter of my Will, how happy I feel that you have understood that you cannot live without my Fiat. One who does not live in It not only forms her own living purgatory, but hinders all of my goods prepared for her; she shuts them into my Heart, and causing Me spasms of pain, forms the purgatory to my love. She suppresses my flames, without the relief of being able to communicate my breath, my life; therefore I feel my breath being suffocated, my life hampered, without the good of being able to communicate Myself to the creature.
Now, you must know that there is nothing I did which does not have as my primary purpose that of making her live of my Will. The Creation serves precisely for this - making the creature live of my Will; and because she does not, she suffocates this life of Mine in the created things. My very coming upon earth was the life of my Will that I came to give her. Even more, you must know that as soon as the soul decides that she wants to live in my Will, my Most Holy Humanity takes Its place in her; my Blood, like pouring rain, pours upon her; my pains, like impregnable wall, surround her, fortify her, embellish her in such an admirable way as to captivate this Divine Will of Mine to live in her. My very death forms the continuous resurrection of the soul to live in It. So, the creature feels regenerated continuously in my Blood, in my pains, in my love, and even in my breath, in which she finds sufficient grace in order to live of my Divine Will. In fact, I place everything at her disposal; just as I kept my Most Holy Humanity at the disposal of my Divine Volition, so do I place It inside and outside the creature, to give life to my Will in her.
Now, until she decides to live in It, my Blood does not rain down because it has nothing to regenerate into divine; my pains do not form the wall of defense because the human will forms the continuous collapse of my works, and renders my death as though powerless for her rising again completely in my Will. And so my Life, my pains, my Blood, if the soul does not live of my Will, remain at the door of the human will, waiting with invincible patience to enter, to assail her from all sides, to give her the grace of living of my Will; and unable to enter, everything remains suffocated in Me – my Blood, my pains, my Life – and oh! how I suffer in seeing that she gives Me no freedom to give her the good I want. My love tortures Me; my pains, my wounds, my Blood, my works, like many pitying voices, tell Me constantly: ‘This creature hinders us, she renders us useless and as though lifeless for her, because she does not want to live of Divine Will.’ My daughter, how painful it is to want to do good, being capable of doing it, and not doing it.”
After this, I continued my abandonment in the Divine Volition, which transported me outside of myself; and – oh! how horrifying it was to look at the earth! I would have wanted to withdraw into myself so as not to see anything, but my sweet Jesus, as though wanting me to see scenes so heart-rending, made me pause and told me: “My daughter, how painful it is to see such great human perfidy. One nation deceiving another, and both dragging each other’s poor peoples into torment and into fire. Poor children of Mine... You must know that the storm will be so strong that it will happen as when a mighty wind transports rocks, soil and trees with its force, in such a way as to leave the area totally emptied, so much so, that new plants can more easily be placed there. In the same way, this storm will serve to purify the peoples, and to make the serene day of peace and of fraternal union arise. You – pray, that everything may serve for my glory, for the triumph of my Will, and for the good of all.”
Fiat!!!
