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excess of My Love.”

4 – “My daughter, from the Devouring Love, move on to
look at My Operative Love. Each conceived soul brought Me
the burden of her sins, of her weaknesses and passions, and
My Love commanded Me to take the burden of each one of

them; and it conceived not only the souls, but the pains of each
one, the satisfactions which each of them was to give to My

Celestial Father. So, My Passion was conceived together with
Me. Look well at Me in the womb of My Celestial Mama. O!
how tortured was My little Humanity. Look well at how My
tiny little head is surrounded by a crown of thorns, which,

pressed tightly around My temples, made rivers of tears pour
out from My eyes; nor was I able to move in order to dry them.

O please! be moved to compassion for Me, dry My eyes from
so much crying you, who have free arms to be able to do it.
These thorns are the crown of the so many evil thoughts that
crowd the human minds. O! how they prick Me, more than the

thorns which the earth germinates. But, look again what a
long Crucifixion of nine months. I could not move a finger or
a hand or a foot I was here, always immobile; there was no

room to be able to move even a tiny bit. What a long and hard
Crucifixion, with the addition that all evil works, taking the
form of nails, repeatedly pierced My hands and feet through.”

And so He continued to narrate to me pains upon pains all
the martyrdoms of His little Humanity, such that, if I wanted

to tell them all, I would be too long.

So I abandoned myself to crying, and I heard in my
interior: “My daughter, I would like to hug you, but I AM

unable to do so there is no room, I AM immobile, I cannot
do it. I would like to come to you, but I AM unable to walk.

For now, you hug Me and you come to Me; then, when I come
out of the Maternal Womb, I will come to you.” But as I
hugged Him and squeezed Him tightly to my heart with my

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