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Day Twenty Seven

The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will. Here

sounds the Hour of Sorrow. The Passion. A Deicide. The Crying of
all Nature.

The soul to her Sorrowful Mother: My dear Sorrowful Mother, today,

more than ever, I feel the irresistible need to be close to You. No, I will
not move from your side, to be spectator of your bitter sorrows and to

ask You, as your child, for the grace to place in me your sorrows and

those of your Son Jesus, and also His very death; so that His death and
your sorrows may give me the grace to make my will die continually,

and make rise again, upon it, the life of the Divine Will.

Lesson of the Queen of Sorrows:

Dearest child, do not deny Me your company in so much bitterness. The
Divinity has already decreed the last day of my Son down here. An

Apostle has already betrayed Him, giving Him up into the hands of the

Jews, to make Him die. My dear Son, taken by excess of love and not
wanting to leave His children, whom He came to search for upon earth

with so much love, has already left Himself in the Sacrament of the

Eucharist, so that whoever wants Him, may possess Him. So, the life of
my Son is about to end, and He is about to take flight to His Celestial

Fatherland.

Ah! dear child, the Divine Fiat gave Him to Me, and in the Divine Fiat I

received Him; and now, in the same Fiat, I give Him back. My Heart is
torn; immense seas of sorrows inundate Me; I feel life leaving Me

because of the atrocious spasm. But nothing could I deny to the Divine
Fiat; on the contrary, I felt disposed to sacrifice Him with my own hands,

had It wanted it so. The strength of the Divine Will is omnipotent, and I

felt such strength by virtue of It, that I would have contented Myself with
dying rather than deny anything to the Divine Will.

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