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confessor came, he found me in that state of dozing. When I
            came round, he asked me what was wrong with me. Keeping

            silent about all the rest, and since at that time the troubles of
            the demons and the visits of Our Lord continued, I only said
            to him: “Father, it is the devil.”


            He said to me: “Do not be afraid, for it is not the devil;
            and if it is, Father will free you.” So, giving me the obedience

            and marking me with the sign of the Cross, and helping me
            to loosen my arms, for I felt my whole body petrified as if
            it had become one single piece, he managed to restore the
            motion of my arms, and to let me open my mouth, which

            before had been unmovable to everything. I attributed this
            to the Sanctity of my confessor, who was truly a holy priest.


            I held this almost as a miracle; so much so, that I would say
            to myself: “See, I was prepared to die” because I really
            felt ill, and if that state had lasted, I believe I would have left
            life. However, I remember that I was resigned, and that when

            I saw myself free, I felt a certain regret for not having died.
            Then, after the confessor went away and I remained free,
            I returned to the state of before. And so it happened that

            I spent, sometimes one week, sometimes fifteen days, and
            even months, being surprised by that state every now and
            then during the day, and I was able to free myself by myself.


            But when I was found out very frequently, as I said before, my
            family would then send for the confessor; more so, since they

            had seen that the first time I had been freed, while everyone
            believed that I would never again recover from that state. But
            then I went down to church and I returned to that state again,
            and so they would send for the confessor, and then I would be

            freed. However, it had never crossed my mind that it would
            take the priest to free me from such a state, or that my malady
            was an extraordinary thing. It is true that when I would lose

            consciousness I could see Jesus Christ, but I attributed this
            to the Goodness of Our Lord, and would say to myself: “See
            how Good the Lord is toward me, that He comes to give me


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