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My Will recomposes also your body? So, if I stop My breath, your body
will fall apart and you will immediately take the way to Our Celestial

Fatherland.”

And I: “My Love, I am useless and I am good at nothing would it not be

better for You to get rid of Me by sending me to the Celestial
Jerusalem?”

And Jesus, all goodness, added: “My daughter, everything is useful to
Me, even the little stones, the rubble, in order to build. The same for
you: everything that forms your body is like rubble; but, vivified by the
vital fluid of the Eternal Fiat, everything becomes precious and of

incalculable value, in such a way that I can build the strongest and most
impregnable cities over that precious rubble.

“You must know that as man withdrew from the Divine Will by doing his
own, it happened as when a strong earthquake strikes a city. The
strong tremor makes chasms open in the earth, and in some places it
swallows the houses, someplace else it tears them down to pieces. The

power of the tremor opens the coffers most securely locked, and puts
out diamonds, coins, precious things, in such a way that thieves can
enter and steal whatever they want. So, the poor city is reduced to a

heap of stones, ruins, rubble and wreckage. Now, if a king wants to
build that city again, he uses those very heaps of stones, wreckage and
rubble; and since he makes it all new, he forms it in modern style, giving

it such sumptuousness of art and beauty that there may be no other city
equal to it. And so he makes it the capital of the kingdom.

“My daughter, the human will was more than earthquake for man, and
this earthquake is still lasting sometimes stronger, sometimes a little
less so, in such a way that it puts out of him the most precious things
that God placed in the depth of man. So, this earthquake of his own will

renders him all messed up. The key of the Supreme Fiat that kept
everything in custody and secured no longer exists for them. Therefore,
since they have no more doors nor keys, but collapsing walls, the

thieves of their passions go looting, and they remain exposed to all evils
and, many times, shattered into wreckage and rubble, such that one
can hardly recognise them as the cities once built by their Creator.

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