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our good, one morning made Himself seen and told me: “This
time I Myself want to do the office of Confessor. You will

confess all your sins to Me, and in the Act in which you do this,
I will make you comprehend, one by one, the sorrows you have
given to My Heart in offending Me, so that, by comprehending
what sin is, as much as it is possible for a creature, you may be

resolved to die rather than to offend Me. You, in the meantime,
enter into your nothingness, and recite the Confiteor.”

On entering into myself, I could see all my misery and
my wicked deeds, and I trembled like a leaf before His
presence. I lacked the strength to pronounce the words of

the Confiteor, and if the Lord had not infused new strength
in me, by telling me: “Do not fear if I AM the Judge, I
AM also your Father. Courage, let us proceed,” I would have

remained there, without uttering one word.

So I said the Confiteor, all full of bewilderment and
humiliation, and since I saw myself all covered with my sins,

at one glance, I saw that the greatest one, which had given
affront to Our Lord, was pride. So I said: “Lord, before Your
presence, I accuse myself of the sin of pride.”

And He: “Draw near My Heart, and place your ear upon
It you will hear the cruel torment that you have caused My
Heart with this sin.” All trembling, I placed my ear upon

His adorable Heart—but who can say what I heard and
comprehended in that instant? Especially now, after so much

time, I will only say something only confusedly. I remember
that His Heart was beating so strongly, that it seemed that
His breast was going to crack. Then it seemed to me that It
was torn to shreds, and was almost destroyed because of the

pain. Ah! if I could have, I would have reached the point of
destroying the Divine Being with pride.

I will give you a simile in order to make myself understood,
otherwise I have no words to express myself. Imagine a king,
and at the feet of this king, a worm, which, rising and swelling

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