wind

Everywhere is My Will veiled. 

It is veiled in the wind... and from within those veils, It brings man Its refrigerating freshness - as though caressing him. And Its regenerative breath - in order to regenerate him continuously to new life ever growing in grace. 

But the noble Queen, veiled in the wind, feels Her caresses being rejected into offenses. Her freshness into ardors [gloed] of human passions, and Her regenerative breath being requited with a deadly breath against Her grace. 

And She shakes Her veils... 

and the wind turns... into fury. 

And with its might, it sweeps away peoples, cities and regions as if they were feathers. 

Making known the power of the noble Queen hidden in the wind.

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There is not one created thing... 

in which My Will is not veiled. 

And therefore all of them are waiting for It to become known, and for the coming of the Kingdom of the Supreme Fiat and of Its full triumph.”

[4.11.1926]