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which is too painful have patience, let us suffer together.”

And while saying this, He would pour from His mouth into
mine. But who can say what He poured? It seemed to be a
bitter poison, a fetid rot, mixed with a food so hard, disgusting
and nauseating, that sometimes it would not go down. Who can

tell, then, the sufferings that this pouring of Jesus produced? If
He Himself had not sustained me, I certainly would have died;

yet, He would pour in me but the least part what must it be
for Jesus, who contained tons upon tons of it? O! how awful
sin is! Ah! Lord, let everyone know it, so that all may flee from
this monster so horrible. But while I would see these scenes so

sorrowful, other times, He would also make me see scenes so
consoling and beautiful as to be enrapturing; and this was to see
Good and Holy priests celebrating the Sacrosanct Mysteries.

O God! how High, Great, Sublime is their Ministry. How
beautiful it was to see the priest celebrating Mass, and Jesus
transformed into him. It seemed that it was not the priest,
but Jesus Himself that celebrated the Divine Sacrifice, and

sometimes He would make the priest disappear completely, and
Jesus alone would celebrate the Mass and I would listen to
Him. O! how touching it was to see Jesus recite those prayers,

do all those ceremonies and movements that the priest does.
Who can say how consoling it was for me to see these Masses
together with Jesus? How many Graces I received, how much
Light, how many things I comprehended! But since these are

past things, I don’t remember them too clearly, so I keep silent.

But as I am saying this, Jesus has moved in my interior
and has called me He doesn’t want me to do so. Ah! Lord,
how much patience it takes with You. Well then, I will
content You. O! sweet Love, I will say a few little things, but

give me Your Grace to be able to manifest them, because, by
myself, I would not dare to utter one word about Mysteries so
Profound and Sublime.

Now, while seeing Jesus or the priest celebrating the
Divine Sacrifice, Jesus would make me understand that in

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