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Now, my child, listen to Me: my maternal Heart is drowned with pains;

just thinking that my Son, my God, my Life, must die, is more than
death for your Mama. Yet, I know I must live. What torment, what deep

gashes form in my Heart, piercing It all the way through with sharp

swords. Yet, dear child, I grieve in saying this, but I must say this to
you: in these pains and deep gashes, and in the pains of my beloved

Son, there was your soul your human will. Since it would not let itself be

dominated by the Will of God, We covered it with pains, We embalmed
it, We fortified it with our pains, so that it would dispose itself to receive

the life of the Divine Will.

Ah! if the Divine Fiat had not sustained Me and continued Its course
with infinite seas of light, of joy, of happiness, alongside the seas of my

bitter sorrows, I would have died as many times for as many pains as

my dear Son suffered. Oh! how tortured I felt, when He made Himself
seen for the last time, pale, with a sadness of death on His face, and

with trembling voice, as though wanting to burst into sobs, He told me:

“Good-bye Mama. Bless your Son, and give Me the obedience to die.
My Divine Fiat and Yours made Me be conceived, and my Divine Fiat

and Yours must make Me die. Hurry, Oh dear Mama, pronounce your

Fiat, and tell Me: ‘I bless You and I give You the obedience to die
crucified. So does the Eternal Will want, and so I too want’.”

My child, what a blow to my pierced Heart. Yet, I had to say it, because

there were no forced pains in Us, but all voluntary. So We blessed each
other, and exchanging that gaze which is not able to detach any more

from the beloved, my dear Son, my sweet Life, departed; and I, your

sorrowful Mama, stayed. But the eye of my soul never lost sight of Him.
I followed Him into the Garden, in His terrible agony, and oh! how my

Heart bled in seeing Him abandoned by all, even by His most faithful

and dear Apostles.

Dear child, the abandonment of dear ones is one of the greatest
sorrows for a human heart in the stormy hours of life; especially for my

Son, who had loved them so much and done so much good to them,

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