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the body. So, everything is for the body: pleasures, comforts,

               sumptuousness, luxury and the like. The soul is starving,
               deprived of everything, and in many it is dead, as if they did not
               have it. Now, it is justice that their bodies be deprived, so that

               they may remember that they have a soul. But - oh, how hard
               man is! His hardness forces Me to strike him more - who knows

               whether he might soften under the blows.”




               I felt my heart being tortured, and He: “You suffer very much in
               seeing the world, as if it wanted to roll - and water and fire

               spilling out of their boundaries, hurling themselves at man.
               Therefore, let us withdraw together into your bed, and let us

               pray together for the destiny of man. In my Will I will feel your
               heart beating over the entire face of the earth, giving Me a

               heartbeat for all, which will speak ‘love’. And as I strike the
               creatures, your heartbeat will place itself in the way, so that the

               blows may be less hard, and upon touching them, may bring
               them the balm of my love and of yours.”




               I remained very afflicted; more so since, as we withdrew, my

               sweet Jesus hid in my interior, but so deep, that He almost
               would not let Himself be felt any more. What pain! What

               torment! The thought of the scourges terrorized me; His
               privations gave me mortal pains. Now, in this state I tried to

               fuse myself in the Holy Will of God, and I said:

                ‘My Love, in your Will what is Yours is mine; all created
               things are mine. The sun is mine, and I give it to You in

               return, so that all the light and heat of the sun, each drop

               of its light and heat, may tell You that I love You, I adore
               You, I bless You, I pray to You for all. The stars are mine,
               and in every flickering of the stars I seal my ‘I love You’,

               infinite and immense, for all. The plants, the flowers, the
               water, the fire, the air, are mine, and I give them to You in



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