FIRST EXCESS OF LOVE – Dec. 16th
As for example, for one hour, with my thought, I brought
myself to Paradise, and I imagined the Most Holy Trinity: the Father, sending the Son upon earth; the
Son, promptly obeying the Will of the Father; the Holy Spirit, consenting.
My mind was confused in contemplating a mystery so great, a
love so reciprocal, so equal, so strong among Themselves and toward men; and
then, the ingratitude of men, and especially my own. I would have remained there, not for one hour,
but for the whole day; but an interior voice told me: “Enough – come and see other greater excesses
of my love.”
SECOND EXCESS OF LOVE – December 17th
Then, my mind brought itself into the maternal womb, and
remained stupefied in considering a God so great in Heaven, now so annihilated,
restricted, constrained, as to be unable to move, and almost even to breathe.
The interior voice told me: “Do you see
how much I have loved you? O please,
make Me a little space in your heart; remove everything which is not Mine, so
you will give Me more freedom to move and to breathe.”
My heart was consumed; I asked for His forgiveness, I
promised to be completely His own, I poured myself out in crying; but – I say
this to my confusion – I would go back to my usual defects. Oh Jesus, how good You are with this
miserable creature!
THIRD EXCESS OF LOVE – December 18th
As I moved on from the second to the third meditation, an
interior voice told me: “My daughter,
place your head upon the womb of my Mama, and look deep into it at my little
Humanity. My love devoured Me; the
fires, the oceans, the immense seas of love of my Divinity inundated Me, burned
Me to ashes, and sent their flames so high as to rise and reach everywhere -
all generations, from the first to the last man. My little Humanity was devoured in the midst
of such flames; but do you know what my eternal love wants Me to devour? Ah!
Souls! And only then was I
content, when I devoured them all, to remain conceived with Me. I was God, and I was to operate as God - I
had to take them all. My love would have
given Me no peace, had I excluded any of them.
Ah! My daughter, look well into
the womb of my Mama; fix well your eyes on my conceived Humanity, and you will
find your soul conceived with Me, and the flames of my love that devour
you. Oh!
How much I loved you, and I do love you!”
I felt dissolved in the midst of so much
love, nor was I able to go out of it; but a voice called me loudly,
saying:
“My daughter, this is nothing yet; cling more tightly to Me, and give
your hands to my dear Mama, that She may hold you to her maternal womb. And you, take another look at my little
conceived Humanity, and watch the fourth excess of my love.”
FOURTH EXCESS OF LOVE – December 19th
“My daughter, from the devouring love, move on to look at
my operative love. Each conceived soul
brought Me the burden of her sins, of her weaknesses and passions, and my love
commanded Me to take the burden of each one of them. And it conceived not only the souls, but the
pains of each one, as well as the satisfaction which each one of them was to
give to my Celestial Father. So my
Passion was conceived together with Me.
Look well at Me in the womb of my Celestial Mama. Oh!
How tortured was my little Humanity.
Look well at my little head, surrounded by a crown of thorns, which, pressed
tightly around my temples, made rivers of tears pour out from my eyes; nor was
I able to make a move to dry them. O
Please! Be moved to compassion for Me, dry my eyes from so much crying - you,
who have free arms to be able to do it.
These thorns are the crown of the so many evil thoughts which crowd the
human minds. Oh! How they prick Me, more
than thorns which sprout from the earth.
But, look again – what a long crucifixion of nine months: I could not move a finger or a hand or a
foot. I was always immobile; there was
no room to be able to move even a tiny bit.
What a long and hard crucifixion, with the addition that all evil works,
assuming the form of nails, continuously pierced my hands and feet.” So He continued to narrate to me pains upon
pains – all the martyrdoms of His little Humanity, such that, if I wanted to
tell them all, I would be too long.
I abandoned myself to crying, and I heard in my
interior: “My daughter, I would like to
hug you, but I am unable to do so - there is no room, I am immobile, I cannot
do it. I would like to come to you, but
I am unable to walk. For now, you hug Me
and you come to Me; then, when I come out of the maternal womb, I will come to
you.” But as I hugged Him and squeezed
Him tightly to my heart with my imagination, an interior voice told me: “Enough for now, my daughter; move on to
consider the fifth excess of my love.”
FIFTH
EXCESS OF LOVE – December 20th And the interior voice
continued: “My daughter, do not move
away from Me, do not leave Me alone; my love wants your company. This is another excess of my love, which does
not want to be alone. But do you know whose
company it wants? That of the
creature. See, in the womb of my Mama,
all of the creatures are together with
Me – conceived together with Me. I am
with them, all love. I want to tell them
how much I love them; I want to speak with them to tell them of my joys and
sorrows – that I have come into their midst to make them happy and to console
them; that I will remain in their midst as a little brother, giving my goods,
my kingdom, to each one of them at the cost of my life. I want to give them my kisses and my
caresses. I want to amuse myself with
them, but – ah, how many sorrows they give Me!
Some run away from Me, some play deaf and force Me into silence; some
despise my goods and do not care about my kingdom, returning my kisses and
caresses with indifference and obliviousness of Me, so they convert my
amusement into bitter crying. Oh! How lonely I am, though in the midst of
many. Oh! How loneliness weighs upon
Me. I have no one to whom to say a word,
with whom to pour Myself out, not even in love.
I am always sad and taciturn, because if I speak, I am not listened to. Ah! My daughter, I beg you, I implore you, do
not leave Me alone in so much loneliness; give Me the good of letting Me speak
by listening to Me; lend your ear to my teachings. I am the master of masters. How many things do I want to teach you! If you listen to Me, you will stop my crying
and I will amuse Myself with you. Don’t
you want to amuse yourself with Me?”
And as I abandoned myself in Him, giving
Him my compassion in His loneliness, the interior voice
continued:
“Enough, enough; move on to consider the sixth excess of my love.”
SIXTH EXCESS OF LOVE – December 21st
“My daughter, come, pray my dear Mama to
set aside a little space for you within her maternal womb,
that you yourself may see the painful state
in which I find Myself.” So, in my
thoughts, it seemed that our Queen Mama made me a little room to make Jesus
content, and placed me in it. But the
darkness was such that I could not see Him; I could only hear His breathing,
while He continued to say in my interior:
“My daughter, look at another excess of my love. I am the eternal light; the sun is a shadow
of my light. But do you see where my
love led Me - in what a dark prison I am?
There is not a glimmer of light; it is always night for Me – but a night
without stars, without rest. I am always
awake…what pain! The narrowness of this
prison - without being able to make the slightest movement; the thick
darkness…; even my breathing, as I breathe through the breathing of my Mama –
oh, how labored it is! To this, add the
darkness of the sins of creatures. Each
sin was a night for Me, and combined together they formed an abyss of darkness,
with no boundaries. What pain! Oh, excess of my love - making Me pass from
an immensity of light and space into an abyss of thick darkness, so narrow as
to lose the freedom to breathe; and all this, for love of creatures.”
As He was saying this, He moaned - moans almost suffocated
because of the lack of space; and He cried.
I was consumed with crying. I
thanked Him, I compassionated Him; I wanted to make Him a little light with my
love, as He told me to. But who can say
all? Then, the same interior voice
added: “Enough for now; move on to the
seventh excess of my love.”
SEVENTH EXCESS OF LOVE – December 22nd
The interior voice continued: “My daughter, do not leave Me alone in so
much loneliness and in so much darkness.
Do not leave the womb of my Mama, so you may see the seventh excess of
my love. Listen to Me: in the womb of my Celestial Father I was
fully happy; there was no good which I did not possess; joy, happiness –
everything was at my disposal. The
angels adored Me reverently, hanging upon my every wish. Ah, excess of my love! I could say that it made Me change my
destiny; it restrained Me within this gloomy prison; it stripped Me of all my
joys, happinesses and goods, to clothe Me with all the unhappinesses of
creatures – and all this in order to make an exchange, to give them my destiny,
my joys and my eternal happiness. But
this would have been nothing had I not found in them highest ingratitude and
obstinate perfidy. Oh, how my eternal
love was surprised in the face of so much ingratitude, and how it cried over
the stubbornness and perfidy of man.
Ingratitude was the sharpest thorn that pierced my heart, from my
conception up to the last moment of my life.
Look at my little heart – it is wounded, and pours out blood. What pain!
What torture I feel! My daughter,
do not be ungrateful to Me. Ingratitude
is the hardest pain for your Jesus – it is to close the door in my face,
leaving Me numb with cold. But my love
did not stop at so much ingratitude; it took the attitude of supplicating,
imploring, moaning and begging love.
This is the eighth excess of my love.”
EIGHTH EXCESS OF LOVE – December 23rd
“My daughter, do not leave Me alone; place your head upon
the womb of my dear Mama, and even from the outside you will hear my moans and
my supplications. In seeing that neither
my moans nor my supplications move the creature to compassion for my love, I assume
the attitude of the poorest of beggars; and stretching out my little hand, I
ask - for pity’s sake, and at least as alms - for their souls, for their
affections and for their hearts. My love
wanted to win over the heart of man at any cost; and in seeing that after seven
excesses of my love, he was still reluctant, he played deaf, he did not care
about Me and did not want to give himself to Me, my love wanted to push itself
further. It should have stopped; but no,
it wanted to overflow even more from within its boundaries; and from the womb
of my Mama, it made my voice reach every heart, with the most insinuating
manners, with the most fervent prayers, with the most penetrating words. And do you know what I said to them? ‘My child, give me your heart; I will give
you everything you want, provided that you give Me your heart in exchange. I have descended from Heaven to make a prey
of it. O please, do not deny it to Me! Do not delude my hopes!’ And in seeing him reluctant – even more, many
turned their backs to Me – I passed on to moaning; I joined my little hands
and, crying, with a voice suffocated by sobs, I added: ‘Ohh! Ohh! I am the little beggar; you don’t
want to give Me your heart - not even as alms?
Is this not a greater excess of my love; that the Creator, in order to
approach the creature, takes the form of a little baby so as not to strike fear
in him; that He asks for the heart of the creature, at least as alms, and in
seeing that he does not want to give it, He supplicates, moans and cries?”
Then I heard Him say:
“And you, don’t you want to give Me your heart? Or maybe you too want Me to moan, beg and cry
in order to give Me your heart? Do you
want to deny Me the alms I ask of you?”
And as He was saying this I heard Him as though sobbing, and I: ‘My Jesus, do not cry, I give You my heart
and all of myself.’ Then, the interior
voice continued: “Move further; pass on to
the ninth excess of my love.”
NINTH EXCESS OF LOVE – December 24th
“My daughter, my state is ever more painful. If you love Me, keep your gaze fixed on Me,
to see if you can offer some relief to your Jesus; a little word of love, a
caress, a kiss, will give respite to my crying and to my afflictions. Listen my daughter, after I gave eight
excesses of my love, and man requited them so badly, my love did not give up
and wanted to add the ninth excess to the eighth. And this was yearnings, sighs of fire, flames
of desire, for I wanted to go out of the maternal womb to embrace man.
This reduced my little Humanity, not yet born, to such an agony as to
reach the point of breathing my last.
But as I was about to breathe my last, my Divinity, which was
inseparable from Me, gave Me sips of life, and so I regained life to continue
my agony, and return again to the point of death. This was the ninth excess of my love: to agonize and to die of love continuously
for the creature. Oh! What a long agony
of nine months! Oh! How love suffocated
Me and made Me die. Had I not had the
Divinity with Me, which gave Me life again every time I was about to finish,
love would have consumed Me before coming out to the light of day.”
Then He added: “Look at Me, listen to Me, how I agonize, how my heart beats, pants, burns. Look at Me - now I die.” And He remained in deep silence. I felt like dying. My blood froze in my veins, and trembling, I said to Him: ‘My Love, my Life, do not die, do not leave me alone. You want love, and I will love You; I will not leave You ever again. Give me your flames to be able to love You more, and be consumed completely for You.’
