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“This prison of Mine is the true Image of the prison formed by the
human will of creatures. The stench that emanates from it is horrible;

the darkness is thick; many times, not even the little lamp of reason is
left to them. They are always restless, deranged, dirtied with most
wretched passions. Oh! how much should this prison of the human will

be wept over. How vividly I felt, in this prison, the evil it had done to
creatures. My sorrow was so great that I shed bitter tears, and I prayed
My Celestial Father to free the creatures from this prison, so

ignominious and painful. You too, pray together with Me, that creatures
may release themselves from their will.”

December 6, 1926

Pact between Jesus and the soul. How an act can only be called
perfect when the Divine Will reigns in it.

This morning it seemed that my always lovable Jesus did not make me
struggle so much for His coming; even more, He even spent a long time
with me, which He had not done for so long. In fact, if He comes now,

His little visit is always very short, nor does He give me time to tell Him
anything. He alone says what He wants to tell me, or He speaks and
speaks with the endless light of His Volition; so much so, that Jesus

Himself remains eclipsed in this light, and I with Him. And so we both
lose sight of each other, because that light is so strong and dazzling,
that the littleness and weakness of my sight cannot sustain it; therefore

I lose everything and also Jesus.

Now, while He was with me, the fidgets of His Love were such and so

many, that His Heart was beating very strongly. Leaning His chest upon
mine, He made me feel His ardent heartbeats; and drawing His lips
close to mine, He poured into me part of that fire that was burning Him.
It was a liquid, that, while being like liquid fire, was so very sweet, but of

a sweetness that cannot be described. However, among those rivulets
that poured into my mouth, coming out of His mouth like many little
fountains, there were some bitter rivulets, that the human ingratitude

was sending deep into the Heart of my sweet Jesus. Jesus had not
done all this for a long time, while, before, He used to do it almost every
day.

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