opium 2

Continuing in my usual state... 

I was telling sweet Jesus to condescend to let me share in His pains. He told me: 

"My daughter, my Will is the opium of the soul. 

My opium is the will of the soul abandoned in my Will - united to pure love. This opium, which the soul gives to Me, makes the thorns lose their capacity to prick Me, the nails to pierce Me, the wounds to give Me pain. It soothes and puts everything to sleep. 

Therefore, if you have given Me opium, how can you want Me to let you share in my pains? If I don’t have them for Myself, neither do I have them for you."

And I: ‘Ah, Jesus, how good You are to come up with this! It seems that You want to make fun of me, coming up with these terms so as not to make me content." 

And He: "No, no, it’s true. It is really like this. I need a lot of opium, and I want you completely abandoned in Me, so that you will no longer feel yourself, and so I will tell you that you are my soul, my flesh, my bones. 

During these times I need plenty of opium, because if I wake up, I will pour down a deluge of chastisements." 

And He disappeared.

[March 21st, 1913]