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the azure heavens; and with its light, it goes in search of adorers, to say

            to the whole world, with its mute twinkling: “The One who has come to
            save you is born. Come to adore Him and to know Him as your

            Saviour.”


            But human ingratitude! among many, only three individuals paid

            attention, and heedless of the sacrifices, put themselves on the way to
            follow the star. And just as a star guided their persons along the

            journey, so did my prayers, my love, my yearnings, my graces – for I

            wanted to make known the Celestial Baby, the Awaited One from all
            centuries descend into their hearts like many stars, illumine their minds,

            guide their interiors, in such a way that, without yet knowing Him, they
            felt that they loved the One whom they were looking for, and they

            hastened their steps in order to reach and see Him, whom they so

            much loved.


            My dearest child, my Heart of Mother rejoiced at the faithfulness,
            correspondence and sacrifice of these Magi Kings, to come to know

            and adore my Son. But I cannot hide from you a secret sorrow of mine:
            among many, only three. And in the history of the centuries, how many

            times is this sorrow of mine and this human ingratitude not repeated!

            My Son and I do nothing but make stars arise, one more beautiful than
            the other, to call some to know their Creator, some to sanctity, some to

            rise again from sin, some to the heroism of a sacrifice. But do you want

            to know what these stars are? A sorrowful encounter is a star; a truth
            that one comes to know is a star; a love unrequited by other creatures

            is a star; a setback, a pain, a disillusion, an unexpected fortune, are as

            many stars that shed light in the minds of creatures. And caressing
            them, they want to make them find the Celestial Infant, who fidgets with

            love, and shivering with cold, wants a refuge in their hearts to make

            Himself known and loved. But, alas, I who hold Him in my arms, wait in
            vain for the stars to bring Me creatures, in order to place Him in their

            hearts, and my Maternity is constrained, hindered. And while I am the

            Mother of Jesus, I am prevented from being the Mother of all, because


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