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would have died instantly of pure pain. But It gave Me life, to begin to

form in Me the Kingdom of Sorrows within the Kingdom of Its very
Divine Will. So, with the right of Mother which I had over all, I acquired

also the right of Mother and Queen of all Sorrows. Oh! yes, with my

sorrows, I acquired the little coin with which to pay the debts of my
children, and also those of the ungrateful children.

Now, my child, you must know that through the light of the Divine Will

that reigned in Me, I already knew all the sorrows I was to suffer - and

even more than those which the holy prophet told me. Rather, I can say
that he prophesied to Me the sorrows which were to come to Me from

the outside, but he said not a word about my interior pains which would
pierce Me more, and the interior pains between Me and my Son. But in

spite of this, in that act, so solemn, of the offering of my Son, in hearing

them being repeated to Me, I felt so pierced that my Heart bled, and
new veins of sorrow and deep gashes opened in my soul.

Now, listen to your Mama: in your pains, in the sorrowful encounters

which are not lacking for you either, when you know that the Divine Will
wants some sacrifice of you be ready, do not lose heart, but rather,

repeat quickly the dear and sweet Fiat that is: “Whatever You want, I

want”. And with heroic love, let the Divine Will take Its royal place in
your pains, that It may convert them for you into the little coin of infinite

value, with which you will be able to pay your debts, and also those of

your brothers, to ransom them from the slavery of the human will, so as
to make them enter, as free children, into the Kingdom of the Divine

Fiat. In fact, you must know that the Divine Will is so pleased by the

sacrifice wanted by It from the creature, that It gives her Its divine rights,
and constitutes her queen of the sacrifice and of the good that will arise

in the midst of creatures.

The Soul to her Celestial Mother: Holy Mama, in your pierced Heart I

place all my pains; and You know how much they afflict me. O please!
be my Mama, and pour the balm of your sorrows into my heart, that I

may share your same destiny of using my pains as the cortege of

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