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the Divine Fiat, I sent Him my tears as refreshment, my chaste

            embraces and my kisses as comfort.


            But in seeing Himself rejected by the great, the learned, my beloved
            Son did not stop, nor could He stop, His love ran, because He wanted

            souls. So He surrounded Himself with the poor, the afflicted, the sick,

            the lame, the blind, the mute, and with many other maladies by which
            the poor creatures were oppressed all of them images of the many evils

            which the human will had produced in them. And dear Jesus healed

            everyone; He consoled and instructed everyone. So He became the
            friend, the father, the doctor, the teacher of the poor.


            My child, it can be said that the poor shepherds were the ones who

            received Him with their visits at His birth, and the poor are those who
            follow Him in the last years of His life down here, unto His death. In fact,

            the poor, the ignorant, are more simple, less attached to their own

            judgment, and therefore they are more favoured, more blessed, and
            preferred by my dear Son; so much so, that He chose poor fishermen

            as Apostles, as pillars of the future Church.


            Now, dearest child, if I wanted to tell you what my Son and I did and
            suffered during these three years of His public life, I would be too long.

            What I recommend to you is that in everything you may do and suffer,

            your first and last act be the Divine Fiat. In the Fiat I separated from my
            Son, and the Fiat gave Me the strength to make the sacrifice. In the

            same way, you will find strength for everything, even in the pains that

            cost you your life, if you enclose everything in the Eternal Fiat.
            Therefore, give your word to your Mama, that you will let yourself be

            found always in the Divine Will. In this way, you too will feel the

            inseparability from Me and from our Highest Good, Jesus.


            The Soul: Most sweet Mama, how I compassionate You in seeing You
            suffer so much. O please, I pray You, pour your tears and those of

            Jesus into my soul, to reorder it and enclose it in the Divine Fiat.





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