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in an absolute way: to give It the field in order to let It repeat Its great

            prodigies and Its marvellous feasts.


             The Soul: Mama of love, Sovereign Empress, O please! from the
            Heaven in which You gloriously reign, turn your pitying gaze upon the

            earth and have pity on me. Oh, how I feel the need of my dear Mama. I

            feel life missing in me without You; everything vacillates without my
            Mama. Therefore, do not leave me halfway on my path, but continue to

            guide me until all things convert into Will of God for me, so that It may
            form Its life and Its Kingdom in me.


            Little Sacrifice: Today, to honour Me, you will recite three Glory Be’s to

            the Most Holy Trinity, to thank Them in my name for the great glory

            They gave Me when I was assumed into Heaven; and you will pray Me
            to come to assist you at the moment of your death.


            Ejaculatory Prayer: Celestial Mama, enclose my will in your Heart, and

            leave the Sun of the Divine Will in my soul.


                          Offering of the human will to the Celestial Queen


             Most sweet Mama, here I am, prostrate at the foot of your throne. I am
            your little child, I want to give You all my filial love, and as your child, I

            want to braid all the little sacrifices, the ejaculatory prayers, my

            promises to never do my will, which I have made many times during this
            month of graces. And forming a crown, I want to place it on your lap as

            attestation of love and thanksgiving for my Mama.


            But this is not enough; I want You to take it in your hands as the sign
            that You accept my gift, and at the touch of your maternal fingers,

            convert it into many suns, for at least as many times as I have tried to

            do the Divine Will in my little acts.


            Ah! yes, Mother Queen, your child wants to give You homages of light
            and of most refulgent suns. I know that You have many of these suns,

            but they are not the suns of your child; so I want to give You mine, to
            tell You that I love You, and to bind You to loving me. Holy Mama, You


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