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places, for the sorrow of the death of its Creator. All cried: the

sepulchres by opening, the dead by rising; and even the veil of the
Temple cried with sorrow by ripping open. All lost joy, and felt terror and

fright. My child, your Mama remained petrified with sorrow, waiting to

receive Him into my arms, to close Him in the sepulchre.

Now, listen to Me in my intense sorrow; with the pains of my Son I want
to speak to you of the great evils of your human will. Look at Him in my

sorrowful arms, how disfigured He is. He is the true portrait of the evils

that the human will does to the poor creatures. My dear Son wanted to
suffer so many pains in order to raise this will again fallen into the abyss

of all miseries; each pain of Jesus and each one of my sorrows called it
to rise again in the Divine Will. Our love was so great that in order to

place this human will in safety, We filled it with our pains, up to the point

of drowning it and enclosing it inside the immense seas of my sorrows,
and of those of my beloved Son.

Therefore, on this day of sorrows for your sorrowful Mother and all for

you in return give Me your will, into my hands, that I may enclose it in
the bleeding wounds of Jesus, as the most beautiful victory of His

Passion and death, and as the triumph of my most bitter sorrows.

The Soul: Sorrowful Mama, your words wound my heart, and I feel

myself dying in hearing that it was my rebellious will that made You
suffer so much. Therefore I pray You to enclose it in the wounds of

Jesus, that I may live of His pains and of your bitter sorrows.

Little Sacrifice: Today, to honour Me, you will kiss the wounds of

Jesus, saying five acts of love, and praying Me that my sorrows may
seal your will in the opening of His sacred side.

Ejaculatory Prayer: May the wounds of Jesus and the sorrows of my

Mama give me the grace to make my will rise again in the Will of God.

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