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answer: “You have no permission from God; on the contrary,
            to your annoyance I want to live, so as to be able to love my

            God more.” If then they beat me and hit me, I was to humble
            myself, kneel and thank my God, because this was happening
            as a penance for my sins; not only this, but to offer everything
            as acts of reparation for all the offenses against God that were

            given in the world.


            Lastly, an ugly temptation that lasted for a short while
            was that, after being in continuous contact with demons so
            ugly for about one and a half years, I would become pregnant
            and deliver a little demon with horns. My imagination would

            breed itself in such a way, that I saw myself in a horrible
            bewilderment in the face of what people would say about me,
            because of such an awful event.


            Finally, after about one and a half years of this fight, the
            cruelties of the demons ceased, and a whole New Life began,
            although the demons did not stop molesting me from time to

            time. However, it was not so frequent, the battle was not so
            fierce, and I became used to despising them.


            The New Life that began was at the Farm called “Torre
            Disperata”. One day, while more than ever I had been
            tormented by the devil, to the point that I felt myself losing
            my strengths and fainting, around evening, while I was in this

            state, I felt I was having a deadly fit and I lost consciousness.
            In that state, I saw Jesus Christ surrounded by many

            Enemies some were beating Him, some were slapping Him,
            some were driving thorns into His head, some were breaking
            His legs, some His arms. After they reduced Him almost to
            pieces, they put Him in the arms of the Madonna; and this

            happened not too far from me. After the Most Holy Virgin
            took Him in Her arms, She drew near me, and crying, She
            said to me: “Daughter, see how My Son is treated by men

            the horrible offenses they commit, which never give Him
            respite. Look at Him, how He suffers.” And I tried to look
            at Him, and I saw Him all blood, all wounds, and almost cut


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