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the earth, armed by Divine Justice to strike the poor creatures. So I
prayed my Highest Good that He would placate Himself and withdraw

the command to make justice, that He had given to these elements.
And my sweet Jesus, throwing His arms around my neck and clasping
me tightly to Himself, made me feel His Justice. I felt myself

succumbing, and my sweet Jesus, sighing, told me: “My daughter, I can
take no more; it is necessary that My Justice follow its course. You, do
not become alarmed at what you see, but rather, occupy yourself with

the Kingdom of the Eternal Fiat.”

I remained in suffering and afflicted because of the great evils that will
occur, and abandoning myself in the adorable Will of my Jesus, I

enclosed in It all thoughts, gazes, words, works, steps and heartbeats,
so that all might love and ask together with me that the Kingdom of the
Supreme Fiat may come and be soon established in the midst of the

human generations.

And my beloved Good, resuming His speaking, added: “My daughter,
the living in My Will forms the true Sun between Heaven and earth. Its

rays, extending down below, invest each thought, gaze, word, work and
step; and binding them with Its light, It forms with them a crown around
Itself, keeping it firm within Itself so that nothing may escape It. Its rays,

extending up high, invest the whole of Heaven, all the Blessed; and
binding them all within Its light, It lets nothing escape It, so that,
triumphant, this Sun may say: ‘I enclose everything, I lack nothing of the

works of my Creator and of what belongs to Him. With my wings of light,
I extend over everything, I embrace everyone, I triumph over all even
over my Eternal Maker, because in the light of His Volition there is

nothing He wants that I do not bring to Him, there is no act I do not do
for Him, there is no love I do not give Him. With my wings of light, that
my Eternal Fiat administers to me, I am the true king who, investing all,
dominates everything.’

“Who can ever resist the solar rays or free oneself from them, when one
is outside? The power of the light is irresistible; wherever it extends, no

one can escape its touch that, lapping against them, gently impresses
upon them its kisses of light and of heat and, triumphant, keeps them
invested under the impression of its light. There might be some who,
ungrateful, do not pay attention to it, nor say a ‘thank you,’ but the light

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