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And I: “My Jesus, I feel I am doing nothing, and You tell me that in Your
            Fiat I take All and I give All?”


            And Jesus added: “My daughter, when the All operates, the nothing
            remains in its place it only makes itself available to receive the All. And

            besides, do you not feel within yourself the strength of this All which,
            making you embrace and invade everything—heavens, stars, sun, seas
            and earth and embrace all the acts that My Fiat exercises in the whole

            Creation, makes you bring them to your Creator, as though in one
            breath, to give everyone and everything back to Him?

            “Has there been anyone until now who has given and has been able to

            say: ‘I give everything to God, even God Himself, because since I live in
            His Will, God is mine, the heavens are mine, the sun and everything
            that this Supreme Fiat has done is mine. So, since everything is mine, I

            can give everything and I can take everything’? Now, it happens as a
            consequence that one who lives in My Will has the possession of the
            All, and this forms and draws the Kingdom of the Divine Will upon earth;
            because in order to form a kingdom, it takes the strength of the power

            of the All.”

            After this, He made Himself seen as a little child, staring at me so much,

            as to remain as though impressed within me; and He wanted me to look
            at Him, but so much, as to remain, myself, impressed in Him.


            Then, all love and tenderness, He told me: “My daughter, this is the true
            image of the living in My Eternal Volition: the soul copies the Divine Will
            within herself, and the Supreme Will copies the soul, in such a way that

            your Creator keeps the copy of your image impressed within His womb.
            He holds her so dear, because He sees her exactly as He issued her
            from her origin; she has lost nothing of her freshness and beauty. His
            paternal features are impressed in this copy; and this copy, in the

            paternal womb of God, sings for Him the praises of all Creation with all
            His works, and whispers continuously to His ear: ‘You made everything
            for me. You loved me and love me so very much, and I want to convert

            everything, everything into love for You.’

            “This copy is the portent of God in His womb; she is the memory of all
            His works. This is the copy of the soul in God, and the copy of God in


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