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He left Me. I accompanied Him with my gaze while I could, and then,

withdrawing, I abandoned Myself in that Divine Will which was my life.
But oh! power of the Divine Fiat this Holy Will never let Me lose sight of

my Son, nor did He lose Me; on the contrary, I felt His heartbeat in

mine, and Jesus felt mine in His.

Dear child, I had received my Son from the Divine Will, and whatever
this Holy Will gives, is not subject either to ending or to suffering

separation Its gifts are permanent and eternal. Therefore, my Son was

mine; no one could take Him away from Me neither death, nor sorrow,
nor separation because the Divine Will had given Him to Me. So, our

separation was the appearance, but in reality We were fused together;
more so, since one was the Will that animated Us. How could We

separate?

Now, you must know that the light of the Divine Will allowed Me to see

how badly and with how much ingratitude they treated my Son. He
directed His step toward Jerusalem; His first visit was to the holy

Temple, in which He began the series of His preachings. But ah! sorrow
- His word, full of life, bearer of peace, of love and of order, was

misinterpreted and badly listened to especially by the erudite and the

learned of those times. And when my Son said that He was the Son of
God, the Word of the Father, the One who had come to save them, they

took such offense that they wanted to devour Him with their furious

gazes. Oh, how my beloved Good, Jesus, suffered. His creative word,
rejected, made Him feel the death which they gave to His divine word;

and I was all attention, all eyes, in looking at that Divine Heart, bleeding,

and I offered Him my maternal Heart to receive the same wounds, to
console Him and give Him a support when He was about to succumb.

Oh! how many times, after imparting His word, I saw Him forgotten by

all, without anyone who would offer Him a refreshment; alone alone,
outside of the city walls; outside, under the vault of the starry heavens,

leaning on a tree, crying and praying for the salvation of all. And I, your

Mama, dear child, cried with Him from my little house; and in the light of

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