As such was My Will placed for the human will.
As soul, from which it was to receive life, its continuous murmuring.
So, as long as it stays united with Mine, it is a prodigy of life, of beauty. Separated from Mine, it loses legs, hands, word, sight, warmth, life, and, as a consequence, it becomes so horrid, more than a cadaver, as to deserve to be buried inside the deepest abyss, because its stench is unbearable.
So, one who does not stay united with My Will, loses the life of his soul, therefore he can do nothing good, and everything he does is without life.
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