“My daughter, as soon as you began to write...
I felt Myself being drawn so strongly, that I could not resist, in such a way that, as My Fiat overflowed from you, It put Me out in order to direct, while you write, what I have manifested to you about My Divine Volition.
This is a commitment, it is a sacred and Divine right that It has, to be the actor, the prompter and the spectator while you write, so that everything may be light and surprising truths, in a way that the Divine characters of My Will may be known in clear notes.
“Do you think that you are the one who writes? No, no—you are nothing other than the superficial part. The substance, the primary part, the prompter, is My Divine Will. And if you could see the tenderness, the love, the yearnings with which My Fiat inscribes Its life on these papers, you would die consumed with love.”
Having said this, He withdrew into my interior.
And I, as though coming round from the enchantment of Jesus, continued to write. But I felt myself all light, being whispered everything, being fed the words. I am unable to say what I experienced while writing.
Then, after I finished writing, I began to pray, but with the nail in my heart of who knows when Jesus would come back again; and I was lamenting: “Why is He not taking me to Heaven still?”
And I remembered the many times in which He had reduced me to be at death’s door, as if I were about to cross the doors of Heaven, but as they were about to open in order to receive me into the Blessed Dwelling, obedience had imposed itself over my poor existence, and as it would make the doors close to me, I would be forced again to remain in the hard exile of life.
Oh! though holy - how cruel and almost tyrannical is blessed obedience in certain circumstances. And still I thought to myself: “I would like to know whether it was because of obedience, or the final point of my existence down here had not yet come...”
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