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Day Twenty Four


               The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.  A Cruel

                Tyrant. Little King Jesus is brought by His Mama and by Saint
                   Joseph into a foreign Land, as Poor Exiled Ones. Return to

                                                        Nazareth.


            The soul to her Queen, overwhelmed by Sorrow: My Sovereign
            Mama, your little child feels the need to come to your maternal knees to

            keep You a little company. I see your face veiled with sadness, and a

            few fleeting tears flowing from your eyes. The sweet little Baby is
            shivering, and, sobbing, He cries. Holy Mama, I unite my pains to yours

            in order to comfort You and to calm the crying of the Celestial Baby.

            But, O please! my Mama, do not refuse to reveal to me your secret.
            What is it that is so gloomy for my dear little Baby?


            Lesson of the Mother Queen:


            My dearest child, today the Heart of your Mama is swollen with love and

            with sorrow, so much so, that I cannot refrain from crying. You know of
            the coming of the Magi Kings, who caused rumour in Jerusalem, asking

            about the new King. And cruel Herod, for fear that his throne might be

            overthrown, has already given the mandate to kill my sweet Jesus, my
            dear Life, together with all the other children.


            My child, what sorrow! The One who has come to give life to all, and to

            bring into the world the new era of peace, of happiness, of grace they

            want to kill Him! What ingratitude, what perfidy! Ah! my child, to what
            extent the blindness of the human will reaches! To the extent of

            becoming ferocious, of tying the hands of the very Creator, and of
            making itself the master of the One who created it. Therefore, give Me

            your compassion, my child, and try to calm the crying of the sweet

            Baby. He cries because of the human ingratitude, because, only a
            newborn, they want Him dead; and in order to save Him, we are forced

            to flee. Dear Saint Joseph has already been told by the Angel to leave

            quickly for a foreign land. You accompany us, dear child; do not leave

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