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with Jesus now I would lean my head upon His shoulder,
with one arm around His shoulders and the other hand in His

hand; now Jesus would lean on me, when we reached certain
places that were inundated more with iniquity. O! how my
Good Jesus suffered.

I could see with more clarity the sufferings of His adorable
Heart; I could see Him become almost fainted, and I would

say to Him: “Lean on me, and let me share in Your pains, for
my soul cannot bear seeing You suffer alone.”

And Jesus would say to me: “My beloved, help Me, for

I can take no more.” And while saying this, He would draw
His lips close to mine, and He would pour such bitterness that
I would feel mortal pains when feeling that liqueur, so very

bitter, enter into me. I would feel as if many knives, pricks,
arrows were piercing me through. In sum, an atrocious torment
would form in all of my members, and as the soul would go
back into the body, it would make the body participate in

these sufferings. Who can tell the pains? Jesus Himself was
the witness of it, because others could not mitigate my pains,
since I would be in that state of loss of consciousness, and

they would wait for the time when the confessor would be
present, because, then, they would mitigate also at the call
of obedience. So, Jesus alone could help me when He would
see that my nature could not take any more and reached truly

the extremes such that there was nothing left for me but to
breathe my last. O! how many times death made fun of me;

but the day will come when I will make fun of her.

So, Jesus would come, He would take me in His arms, He
would draw me close to His Heart, and O! how I felt life
come back to me. Then, He would pour a most sweet liqueur

from His lips, and in this way the pains would mitigate. Other
times, while He would take me around together with Him,
if there were sins of blasphemy, against charity, and others,

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