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us alone, and I will continue to give you my lessons on the grave evils

of the human will.

Now, you must know that as soon as man withdrew from the Divine
Will, he broke off with his Creator. Everything had been made by God

on earth everything was His; and man, by not doing the Divine Will, lost

all rights, and it can be said that he had no place on which to put his
foot. So, he became the poor exiled one, the pilgrim who could not

possess a permanent room; and this, not only for the soul, but also for

the body. All things became mutable for poor man; and if he has any
fleeting thing, it was by virtue of the foreseen merits of this Celestial

Baby. This, because the whole magnificence of Creation was destined
by God for those who would do His Will and live in Its Kingdom. All

others, if they manage to take anything, are the true petty thieves of

their Creator; and with reason: they do not want to do the Divine Will,
and want the goods that belong to It! Now, dear child, listen to how

much I and this dear Baby love you, for at the first dawn of His life He

goes into exile, and into a foreign land, in order to free you from the
exile in which your human will put you, so as to call you back to live, not

in a foreign land, but in your Fatherland, which was given to you when

you were created that is, the Kingdom of the Supreme Fiat. Child of my
Heart, have pity on the tears of your Mother, and on the tears of this

sweet dear Baby, as We, crying, ask you never to do your will. But,
come back, We pray you, We implore you, into the bosom of the Divine

Will, which so much longs for you.

Now, dear child, in the midst of the sorrow for human ingratitude, and

amid the immense joys and happinesses that the Divine Fiat gave Us,
and the feast that all Creation made for the sweet Baby, the earth

became green again and flowery under our steps, to give homage to its

Creator. The sun fixed on Him, and singing His praises with its light, it
felt honoured to give Him its light and heat. The wind caressed Him; the

birds, almost like clouds, alighted around Us, and with their trills and

songs, made the most beautiful lullabies for the dear Baby, to calm His

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