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One day, while we were in this contrast, and the pain was so

            great that I could not stop crying, my Good Jesus told me: “I want
            to content you in everything. I feel so drawn toward you that I
            cannot do without doing what you want. If up until now I have
            removed from you the external life and I have manifested Myself

            to you, now I want to draw your soul to Me, so that, wherever I
            go, you may come as well. In this way, you will be able to enjoy

            Me more, and bind yourself to Me more intimately than you have
            done in the past.”

            One morning I don’t remember too well, but I think that

            about three months had passed of my continuously staying in
            bed while I was in my usual state, my sweet Jesus came,
            with a look all lovable, as a young man of the age of about

            eighteen. O! how beautiful He was. With His golden hair,
            all curly, He seemed to enchain my thoughts, my affections,
            my heart. From His forehead, serene and spacious, one could
            admire the interior of His mind, as from within a crystal, and

            one could discover His infinite Wisdom, His imperturbable
            Peace. O! how I felt my mind, my heart, becoming serene;
            even more, before Jesus, my very passions are knocked down

            and do not dare to give me the slightest bother. I believe, I
            don’t know if I’m wrong, that one cannot see this Jesus, so
            beautiful, if one is not in the most profound calm; so much
            so, that the slightest breath of disturbance prevents one from

            receiving a sight so beautiful. Ah! yes, at just seeing the
            serenity of His adorable forehead, the infusion of Peace that

            one receives in the interior is so great, that I believe that there
            is no disaster, or war most fierce, which does not appease itself



            before Jesus. O! my all and beautiful Jesus, if for the few
            moments You manifest Yourself in this life You communicate
            so much Peace, in such a way that one can suffer the most

            painful martyrdoms, the most humiliating pains with the
            most perfect Tranquility it seems to me a mixture of Peace
            and of Sorrow what will it be like in Paradise? O! how


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