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at My disposal. The Angels adored Me reverently, hanging
upon My every wish. Ah! excess of My Love. I could say that

it made Me change My Destiny; it restrained Me within this
gloomy prison; it stripped Me of all My Joys, Happinesses
and Goods, to clothe Me with all the unhappinesses of
creatures and all this in order to make an exchange, to give

My Destiny, My Joys and My Eternal Happiness to them. But
this would have been nothing had I not found in them highest

ingratitude and obstinate perfidy. O! how My Eternal Love
was surprised in the face of so much ingratitude, and cried
over the obstinacy and perfidy of man. Ingratitude was the
sharpest thorn that pierced My Heart, from My conception

up to the last moment of My Life. Look at My little Heart it
is wounded, and pours out blood. What pain! What torture I
feel! My daughter, do not be ungrateful to Me. Ingratitude is

the hardest pain for your Jesus; it is to close the doors in My
face, leaving Me numb with cold. But My Love did not stop
at so much ingratitude; it took the attitude of Supplicating,
Imploring, Moaning and Begging Love. This is the eighth

excess of My Love.”

8 – “My daughter, do not leave Me alone; place your head

upon the womb of My dear Mama, for even from the outside
you will hear My Moans, My Supplications. In seeing that
neither My Moans nor My Supplications move the creature to
compassion for My Love, I assume the attitude of the poorest

of beggars; and stretching out My tiny little hand, I ask for
pity’s sake, at least as alms for their souls, their affections

and their hearts. My Love wanted to win the heart of man at
any cost; and in seeing that after seven excesses of My Love,
he was reluctant, he played deaf, he did not care about Me,
nor did he want to give himself to Me, My Love wanted to

push itself further. It should have stopped; but no, it wanted
to overflow even more from within its boundaries, and even
from the womb of My Mama it made My voice reach every

heart and with the most insinuating manners, with the most
fervent pleas, with the most penetrating words. And do you
know what I said to him? ‘My child, give Me your heart; I

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