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From time to time, Blessed Jesus would ask me: “Does it

hurt very much? Do you want Me to stop?”

And I: “No, no, my Beloved, continue. It hurts, yes, but
I am happy.” And I had such fear that He might not finish

crucifying me, that I would do nothing but tell Him: “Hurry,
O Jesus! Hurry, don’t make it so long.” But no, when the

time would come to nail the other hand, the arms of the
Cross would be too short, while before they seemed to be
long enough to make it. Who can say how mortified I would
remain?

This happened many times, and sometimes if the arms
were fine, the length of the Cross was not enough for me to
be able to extend my feet. In a word, something had to be

missing so that the Crucifixion could not be completed. Who
can say the bitterness of my soul and the laments I made to
Our Lord, for He would not concede me true suffering? I
would say to Him: “My Beloved, everything ends in a joke.

You used to tell me that You would take me to Heaven, and
then You made me come back to earth. Now You tell me
that You must crucify me, and We never get to the complete

Crucifixion.” And Jesus, again, would promise me that He
would crucify me.

September 14, 1899

One morning it was the day of the Exaltation of the
Cross my sweet Jesus transported me to the Holy Sites;

and first, He told me many things about the Virtues of the
Cross. I don’t remember everything just a few things: “My
beloved, do you want to be beautiful? The Cross will give
you the most beautiful features that can possibly be found,

both in Heaven and on earth; so much so, as to enamour God,
who contains all beauties within Himself.”

Jesus continued: “Do you want to be filled with immense
Riches not for a short time, but for all eternity? Well then,
the Cross will administer to you all kinds of riches from

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