October 20, 1911
✞ Jesus cries, and wants to be relieved. New threats to Italy.
Volume 10 — Entry 39
Continuing in my usual state, having lost consciousness, I saw many people who were putting blessed Jesus to flight; and Jesus was fleeing and fleeing, but wherever He went, He could find no place, so He would flee again. Finally He came to me, all dripping with sweat, tired, afflicted; He threw Himself into my arms, He clung tightly to me, and said to those who were following Him: "From this soul you cannot make Me flee." Humiliated, they withdrew, and He said to me: "Daughter, I can take no more, give Me some refreshment." And He began to suckle from my breast. Then, I found myself inside myself.