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Now, listen to Me, child of my sorrows: as my dear Son breathed His

last, He descended into Limbo, as triumpher and bearer of glory and
happiness to that prison in which were all the Patriarchs and Prophets,

the first father Adam, dear Saint Joseph, my holy parents, and all those

who had been saved by virtue of the foreseen merits of the future
Redeemer. I was inseparable from my Son, and not even death could

take Him away from Me. So, in the ardour of my sorrows I followed Him

into Limbo and was spectator of the feast, of the thanksgivings, which
that whole great crowd of people gave to my Son, who had suffered so

much, and whose first step had been toward them, to beatify them and

to bring them with Himself to celestial glory. So, as He died, conquests
and glory began for Jesus and for all those who loved Him. This, dear

child, is symbol of how, as the creature makes her will die through union
with the Divine Will, conquests of divine order, glory and joy begin, even

in the midst of the greatest sorrows.

Even though the eyes of my soul followed my Son and I never lost sight

of Him, at the same time, during those three days in which He was
buried, I felt such yearnings to see Him risen, that in my ardour of love I

kept repeating: “Rise, my Glory! Rise, my Life!” My desires were ardent,
my sighs, of fire to the point of feeling consumed.

Now, in these yearnings, I saw that my dear Son, accompanied by that

great crowd of people, went out of Limbo in act of triumph, and brought

Himself to the sepulchre. It was the dawn of the third day, and just as all
nature had cried over Him, now it rejoiced; so much so, that the sun

anticipated its course to be present at the act in which my Son was

rising again. But oh marvel before rising again, He showed that crowd
of people His Most Holy Humanity bleeding, wounded, disfigured; the

way it had been reduced for love of them and of all. All were moved,

and admired the excesses of love and the great portent of Redemption.

Now, my child, oh, how I wish you to be present in the act in which my
Son rose again. He was all Majesty; His Divinity, united to His soul,

unleashed seas of light and of enchanting beauty, such as to fill Heaven

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