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will give you everything you want, provided that you give
Me your heart in exchange. I have descended from Heaven

to make a prey of it. O please! do not deny it to Me! Do not
delude My hopes!’ And in seeing him reluctant even more,
many turned their backs to Me I passed on to moans; I
joined My tiny little hands and, crying, with voice suffocated

by sobs, I added: ‘Ahh! Ahh! I AM the little beggar; not
even as alms do you want to give Me your heart?’ Is this

not a greater excess of My Love that the Creator, in order
to approach the creature, takes the form of a little baby so as
not to strike fear in him, and that He asks for the heart of the
creature, at least as alms, and in seeing that he does not want

to give it, He Supplicates, Moans and Cries?”

Then I heard Him say to me: “And you, don’t you want to

give Me your heart? Perhaps you too want Me to moan, beg
and cry for you to give Me your heart? Do you want to deny
Me the alms that I ask of you?”

And as He was saying this I heard Him as though sobbing,
and I: “My Jesus, do not cry, I give You my heart and all of
myself.”

Then, the interior voice continued: “Move further, and
pass on to the ninth excess of My Love.”

9 – “My daughter, My state is ever more painful. If you
love Me, keep your gaze fixed on Me, to see if you can offer

some relief to your Jesus; a little word of love, a caress, a kiss,
will give respite to My crying and to My afflictions. Listen
My daughter, after I gave eight excesses of My Love, and
man requited Me so badly, My Love did not give up, and to

the eighth excess it wanted to add the ninth. And this was
Yearnings, Sighs of Fire, Flames of Desire, for I wanted to go
out of the Maternal womb to embrace man. And this reduced

My little Humanity, not yet born, to such an agony as to reach
the point of breathing My last. And as I was about to breathe
My last, My Divinity, which was inseparable from Me, gave

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