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illness or any slight indisposition; in my nature, conceived without sin

            and lived completely of Divine Will, the seed of natural evils was
            missing. If pains courted Me so much, they were all in the supernatural

            order, and these pains were triumphs and honours for your Celestial

            Mama, and gave Me the field so that my Maternity would not be sterile,
            but conqueror of many children. Do you see then, dear child, what it

            means to live of Divine Will? It means to lose the seed of natural evils,

            which produce, not honours and triumphs, but weaknesses, miseries
            and defeats.


            Therefore, dearest child, listen to the last word of your Mama who is

            about to leave for Heaven. I would not depart content if I did not leave
            my child safe. Before departing, I want to make my testament to you,

            leaving you as dowry that same Divine Will which your Mama

            possesses, and which engraced Me so much, to the point of making of
            Me the Mother of the Word, Lady and Queen of the Heart of Jesus, and

            Mother and Queen of all.


            Listen, dear child, this is the last day of the month consecrated to Me. I
            have spoken to you with great love of that which the Divine Will

            operated in Me, of the great good It can do, and of what it means to let

            oneself be dominated by It. I have also spoken to you of the grave evils
            of the human will. But do you think that it was only to make you a simple

            narration? No, no; when your Mama speaks, She wants to give. In the

            ardour of my love, in each word I spoke to you, I bound your soul to the
            Divine Fiat, and I prepared for you the dowry in which you might live

            rich, happy, and endowed with divine strength.


            Now that I am about to leave, accept my testament; may your soul be

            the paper on which I write the attestation of the dowry that I give to you,
            with the gold pen of the Divine Will, and with the ink of the ardent love

            that consumes Me. Blessed child, assure Me that you will not do your

            will, ever again. Place your hand on my maternal Heart, and promise
            Me that you will enclose your will in my Heart, so that, not feeling it, you




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