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moves away from He who created him; he loses sight of Him; he
decays from his origin; he breaks every bond with the Celestial Family.

“Suppose that a sun’s ray could detach itself from the centre of its
sphere: as it moves away from the sun, it feels itself dispersing light;
and if it moves so far away as to completely lose sight of the sun, this

ray disperses all of its light and turns into darkness. This ray, converted
into darkness, feels a motion, a life within itself, but it is no longer
capable of giving light, because it possesses none; therefore its motion,

its life, is only capable of spreading thick darkness.

“Such are the creatures rays of light that came out from the sphere of
the Sun of the Divinity: as they move away from My Will, they empty

themselves of light, because it was given to My Will to preserve the light
in these rays; and so they turn into darkness. Oh! if all knew what it
means not to do My Will oh! how attentive they would be not to let the

poison of the human will, destroyer of every good, enter into them.”

After this, I was following my passionate Jesus in His sorrowful prison.
Bound to a column, in the barbarous way in which they had bound Him,

He could not stand firm, leaning against the column—but dangled, with
His legs bent and bound to it; and so He oscillated now to the right, now
to the left. And I, clinging to His knees to make Him stand firm,

reordered His hair, all dishevelled, that even covered His adorable Face
on which not even the spittle with which they had so dirtied Him, was
missing. Oh! how I would have wanted to untie Him, to free Him from

that position, so painful and humiliating.

And my prisoner Jesus, all afflicted, said to me: “My daughter, do you

know why I allowed Myself to be put in prison during the course of My
Passion? To free man from the prison of the human will. Look at how
horrible is My prison. It was a narrow place, that served to contain the
rubbish and the excrements of creatures; so, the stench was

unbearable, the darkness was thick they left Me not even a little lamp.
My position was excruciating dirtied with spit, My hair dishevelled,
suffering in all of My members, bound not even erect, but bent. I could

help Myself in no way, not even to remove the hair from My eyes, that
bothered Me.

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