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succumbing under the enormous weight of the agony of My Divine Will,
            so long and terrible, I invoked the help of My Celestial Father, saying to

            Him: ‘Father, if it be possible, let this chalice pass from Me.’ In all the
            other pains of My Passion, as atrocious as they were, I never said: ‘If it
            be possible, let this pain pass.’ On the contrary, on the Cross I cried

            out: ‘I thirst’ I thirst for pains. But in this pain of the agony of the
            Supreme Will, I felt all the weight of an agony so long, all the torment of
            a Divine Will that agonises that writhes in the human generations. What

            sorrow! There is no sorrow that can equal this.

            “Now the Supreme Fiat wants to get out. It is tired, and at any cost It
            wants to get out of this agony so prolonged; and if you hear of

            chastisements, of cities collapsed, of destructions, this is nothing other
            than the strong writhing of Its agony. Unable to bear it any longer, It
            wants to make the human family feel Its painful state and how It writhes

            strongly within them, without anyone who has compassion for It. And
            making use of violence, with Its writhing, It wants them to feel that It
            exists in them, but It does not want to be in agony any more It wants
            freedom, dominion; It wants to carry out Its life in them.

            “What disorder in society, My daughter, because My Will does not reign!
            Their souls are like houses without order everything is upside down; the
            stench is so horrible more than that of a putrefied cadaver.


            And My Will, with Its immensity, such that it is not given to It to withdraw
            even from one heartbeat of creature, agonises in the midst of so many

            evils. And this happens in the general order of all. In the particular
            order, then, it is even more: in the religious, in the clergy, in those who
            call themselves Catholics, My Will not only agonises, but is kept in a

            state of lethargy, as if It had no life. Oh! how much harder this is.
            “In fact, in the Agony, at least I writhe, I have an outlet, I make Myself
            heard as existing in them, even though agonising. But in the state of
            lethargy there is total immobility it is the continuous state of death. And

            so, only the appearances the clothing of religious life can be seen,
            because they keep My Will in lethargy; and because they keep It in
            lethargy, their interior is drowsy, as if the light, the good, were not for

            them. And if they do anything externally, it is empty of Divine Life and it
            resolves into the smoke of vainglory, of self-esteem, of pleasing other
            creatures; and I, and My Supreme Volition, while being inside, go out of
            their works.


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