zondag 31 januari 2021
passie 3
[5-6pm]
O Jesus...
together with your Mama...
I kiss your left foot. Asking You to forgive me and all creatures.
For all the times we have not walked toward God.
I kiss your right foot. Forgive me and all...
for all the times we have not followed the perfection...
You wanted from us.
I kiss your left hand.
Communicate to us your purity.
I kiss your right hand.
Bless all of my heartbeats, thoughts, affections.
So that, given value by your blessing, they all may be sanctified.
And with me, bless all creatures.
And seal the salvation of their souls with your blessing.
O Jesus...
I embrace You together with your Mama.
And kissing your Heart...
I beg You to place my heart between your two Hearts.
That it may be nourished continuously by your love.
By your sorrows, by your very affections and desires.
And by your own Life.
Amen.
passie 2
[5-6pm]
O sweet Mama...
after going round and round...
to ask the Sacrosanct Trinity, the Angels, all the creatures, the light of the sun, the fragrance of the flowers, the waves of the sea, every breath of wind, every spark of fire, every moving leaf, the twinkling of the stars, every movement of nature...
for an "I bless You"...
I come to You...
and I place all my blessings together with yours.
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My sweet Mama...
I see that You receive comfort and relief...
and that You offer Jesus all my blessings...
in reparation for the blasphemies and the maledictions which He receives from creatures.
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But as I offer You everything...
I hear your trembling voice saying: "Son, bless me too!"
O my sweet Love, Jesus, bless also me, together with your Mama.
Bless my thoughts, my heart, my hands, my works, my steps...
and with your Mother, all creatures.
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O my Mother...
in looking at the face of sorrowful Jesus - pale, sad, harrowing...
the memory of the pains which He is about to suffer awakens in You.
You foresee His face covered with spit and You bless it, His head pierced by the thorns, His eyes blinded, His body tortured by the scourges, His hands and feet pierced by the nails. And wherever He is about to go, You follow Him with your blessings. And I too will follow Him together with You.
When Jesus is struck by the scourges, crowned with thorns, slapped, pierced by the nails, everywhere He will find my "I bless You" together with yours.
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O Jesus, O Mother...
I compassionate You.
Immense is your pain in these last moments.
The Heart of one seems to tear the Heart of the other.
O Mother, snatch my heart from the earth, and bind it tightly to Jesus...
so that, clinging to Him, I may share in His pains, and as You cling to each other, as You embrace, as You exchange the last glances, the last kisses, being in between your two Hearts, may I receive your last kisses, your last embraces.
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Don’t You see...
that I cannot be without You...
in spite of my misery and my coldness?
Jesus, Mama, keep me close to You, give me your love, your Will.
Dart through my poor heart, hold me tightly in your arms. And together with You, O sweet Mother, I want to follow, step by step, adored Jesus, with the intention of giving Him comfort, relief, love and reparation for all.
passie 1
[5-6pm]
O Celestial Mama...
the hour of the separation is approaching...
and I come to You.
O Mother, give me your love and your reparations.
Give me your sorrow, because together with You I want to follow, step by step, adored Jesus.
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And now Jesus comes to You.
And You, with heart overflowing with love, run toward Him.
And in seeing Him so pale and sad, your Heart aches with pain.
Your strengths leave You, and You are about to fall at His feet.
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O my sweet Mama...
do You know why adorable Jesus has come to You?
Ah! - He has come to say the last good-bye.
To tell You the last word, to receive the last embrace!
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O Mother...
I cling to You with all the tenderness of which my poor heart is capable.
So that clinging and bound to You, I too may receive the embraces of adored Jesus.
Will You perhaps disdain [minachten] me?
Isn’t it rather a comfort for your Heart to have a soul near You...
who would share its pains, affections and reparations?
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O Jesus...
in such a harrowing [schrijnend] hour for your most tender Heart...
what a lesson of filial and loving obedience to your Mama You give us!
What a sweet harmony passes between You and Mary!
What a sweet enchantment of love rises up to the throne of the Eternal One...
and extends for the salvation of all creatures of the earth!
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O my Celestial Mama...
do You know what adored Jesus wants from You?
Nothing but your last blessing.
It is true that from every particle of your being, nothing but blessings and praises come out for your Creator. But Jesus, in taking leave of You, wants to hear the sweet word: "I bless You, O Son".
And that "I bless You" removes all the blasphemies from His hearing. And descends, sweet and gentle, into His Heart. Jesus wants your "I bless You", almost to place it as a shelter, from all the offenses of the creatures.
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I too unite myself to You, O sweet Mama.
Upon the wings of the winds, I want to go around the heavens...
to ask the Father, the Holy Spirit and all the Angels, for an "I bless You" for Jesus...
so that, as I go to Him, I may bring Him their blessings.
And here on earth, I want to go to all creatures...
and ask, from every lip, from every heartbeat, from every step...
from every breath, from every gaze, from every thought...
blessings and praises for Jesus.
And if no one wants to give them to me...
I intend to give them for them.
slechts 3 (iv)
What sorrow, my child, what sorrow!
It takes correspondence, fidelity and sacrifice to follow the stars.
And if the sun of the Divine Will rises within the soul – how much attention does it not take. Otherwise, one remains in the darkness of the human will.
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Now, my child, as they entered Jerusalem, the holy Magi Kings lost the star, but still, they did not stop looking for Jesus. And as they went outside the city, the star reappeared and led them, festive, into the grotto of Bethlehem.
I received them with the love of a Mother, and the dear Baby looked at them with great love and majesty, letting His Divinity shine through His little humanity. Bowing down, they knelt at His feet, and adoring and contemplating that celestial Beauty, they recognized Him as true God.
They remained enraptured, ecstatic - enjoying Him.
So much so, that the Celestial Baby had to withdraw His Divinity into His Humanity.
Otherwise they would have remained there, unable to move from His divine feet.
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Then, as they came round from their rapture...
in which they offered the gold of their souls, the incense of their faith and adoration, the myrrh of all of their beings and of any sacrifice He might have wanted...
they added the offering of the external gifts, symbol of their interior acts: gold, incense and myrrh.
But my love of Mother was not yet content.
I wanted to place the sweet Baby in their arms, and – oh, with how much love did they kiss Him and press Him to their chests! They felt paradise, in advance, within them... Through this, my Son bound all the gentile nations to the knowledge of the true God, and placed the goods of Redemption, the return to faith of all peoples, in common for all.
He constituted Himself King of the dominators, and ruling over all, with the weapons of His love, of His pains and of His tears, He called the Kingdom of His Will upon earth.
And I, your Mama, wanted to be the first apostle.
I instructed them.
I told them the story of my Son, of His ardent love. I recommended that they make Him known to all, and assuming the first place of Mother and Queen of all Apostles, I blessed them, I had them blessed by the dear Baby, and happy and in tears, they left again for their regions.
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I did not leave them.
I accompanied them with maternal affection, and to repay them, I let them feel Jesus in their hearts.
How happy they were!
You must know that only when I see that my Son has dominion, possession, and forms His perennial dwelling in the hearts of those who search for Him and love Him – only then, do I feel a true Mother.
slechts 3 (iii)
But I cannot hide from you a secret sorrow of mine:
among many, only three.
In the history of the centuries, how many times is this sorrow of mine and this human ingratitude not repeated!
My Son and I do nothing but make stars arise, one more beautiful than the other, to call some to know their Creator, some to sanctity, some to rise again from sin, some to the heroism of a sacrifice…
But do you want to know what these stars are?
A painful encounter is a star. A truth that one comes to know is a star. A love unrequited by other creatures is a star. A setback, a suffering, a disillusion, an unexpected fortune... are many stars which shed light in the minds of creatures.
Caressing them...
they want to make them find the Celestial Infant.
Who is fidgeting with love, shivering with cold, and seeking a refuge in their hearts to be known and loved.
But alas, I who hold Him in my arms, wait in vain for the stars to bring me the creatures, in order to place Him in their hearts. And my maternity is restrained, hindered. While I am the Mother of Jesus, I am prevented from being the mother of all, because they are not around me, and do not look for Jesus.
So the stars hide, and they remain...
in the Jerusalems of the world, without Jesus.
What sorrow.
slechts 3 (ii)
Now, my blessed child...
the Divinity, Who can deny nothing to one who loves It...
makes a new star, more beautiful and radiant, arise under the blue heavens. And with its light, it goes in search of adorers, to say to the whole world, with its mute glittering: “The One Who has come to save you is born! Come to adore Him, and to know Him as your Savior!”
But…
human ingratitude!
Among many, only three People paid attention.
And without considering the sacrifices...
put themselves on the path to follow the star.
And just as a star guided their persons along the path, so also my prayers, my love, my sighs and my graces, in my desire of making known the Celestial Baby - the Awaited One from all centuries - like many stars descending into their hearts, illuminated their minds and guided their interiors, in such a way that...
without yet knowing Him...
they felt that they loved the One...
for whom they were looking...
and they hastened their step...
in order to reach and see the One...
whom they so much loved.
My dearest child, my heart of a Mother rejoiced...
for the faithfulness, the correspondence, and the sacrifice...
of these Magi Kings...
to come to knów...
and adore my Son.
slechts 3 (i)
How beautiful it is...
to do good...
to suffer in peace...
for love of the One who created us.
This binds the Divinity to the creature. And gives her so much grace and love, to the extent of drowning her. This love and these graces cannot remain idle, but want to run and give themselves to all, to make knówn the one who has given so much.
This is why I felt the need to make my Son known.
godredt
Toen hieven Mozes en de Israëlieten
ter ere van Jahwe dit lied aan:
"Jahwe is mijn sterkte en kracht
Hij heeft mij gered
Jahwe is een strijder
Jahwe is zijn naam
Farao's wagens, zijn machtige legers
Hij wierp ze in zee
Zij zijn door de vloed overspoeld
Als een steen naar de diepte gezakt
Uw hand, Jahwe, heeft zich machtig getoond
Die U weerstonden hebt Gij gebroken, groot in uw luister
Uw neus heeft geblazen, de wateren stegen
`Ik ga ze achterna,' zei de vijand, `ik haal ze wel in'...
Maar Gij hebt geblazen, de zee heeft hen bedolven"
lishuah
ozi v’zimrat Yah
va'hi li
lishuah
my Strength balanced
with the Song of God
will be my Salvation
yeshua
Dearest child, how I long for your company...
to narrate to you our story of love and of sorrow!
Company renders joy more sweet, gentle and dear,
while sorrow is mitigated and compensated
by the company of the one who loves us.
[...]
Now dearest child, [after circumcision] in so much pain...
the most beautiful joy arises, such as to stop our tears.
As He was circumcised, we gave Him the Most Holy Name of Jesus, wanted by the angel. In pronouncing this Most Holy Name, the joy, the contentment, was such as to sweeten our sorrow.
More so since in this name, all those who wanted would find balm for their pains, defense in dangers, victory in temptations, a hand so as not to fall into sin, and the medicine to all their evils.
This Most Holy Name of Jesus makes hell tremble. The angels revere It, and It sounds sweet to the ear of the Celestial Father. Before this name, all bow down and adore.
Powerful name, holy name, great name. Whoever invokes It with faith will feel marvels - the miraculous secret of the virtue of this Most Holy name.
Now, my child, I recommend to you:
pronounce always this name, 'Jesus'.
When you see that your human will, weak and vacillating, hesitates in doing the Divine, the name of Jesus will make it rise again in the Divine Fiat.
If you are oppressed, call upon Jesus. If you work, call upon Jesus. If you sleep, call upon Jesus. And when you wake up, may your first word be 'Jesus'.
Call Him always.
It is a name that contains seas of grace...
which He gives to those who call Him and love Him.
zaterdag 30 januari 2021
magnificat
My child, I felt devoured with the desire...
to pour out the flames of love that consumed me, and to reveal my secret to Elisabeth, who also longed for the Messiah to come upon earth. A secret is a need of the heart which is revealed, irresistibly, to people who are capable of understanding each other.
Who can ever tell you how much good my visit brought to Elisabeth, to John, and to their house? Everyone was sanctified, filled with gladness, felt unusual joys, and comprehended things unheard-of.
John, in particular, received all the graces which were necessary for him, to prepare himself to be the Precursor of my Son.
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Dearest child, the Divine Will does great and unheard-of things wherever It reigns. If I worked many prodigies, it was because It had Its royal place in me.
If you let the Divine Will reign in your soul, you too will become the bearer of Jesus to the creatures – you too will feel the irresistible need to give Him to all!
The soul:
Holy Mama, how I thank you for your beautiful lessons! I feel that they have such power over me as to make me yearn continuously to live in the Divine Will. But to obtain this grace – come, descend into my soul together with Jesus.
Renew in me the visit you made to St. Elisabeth and the prodigies you worked for her. Ah, yes, my Mama, bring me Jesus - sanctify me. With Jesus I will be able to do His Most Holy Will.
Little Sacrifice:
To honor me, you will recite the Magnificat three times...
in thanksgiving for the visit I made to St. Elisabeth.
Ejaculatory Prayer:
Holy Mama, visit my soul, and prepare in it...
a worthy dwelling for the Divine Will.
elisabeth
So I departed from Nazareth, accompanied by Saint Joseph, facing a long journey, and crossing mountains to go visit Elisabeth in Judea, who, in her advanced age, had miraculously become a mother.
I went to her, not to make a simple visit... but because I burned with the desire to bring her Jesus! The fullness of grace, love and light which I felt in me, pushed me to bring, to multiply – to increase a hundredfold the life of my Son in creatures.
Yes, my child, the love of Mother which I had for all men, and for you in particular, was so great that I felt the extreme need to give my dear Jesus to everyone, that all might possess Him and love Him.
The right of Mother, given to me by the Fiat, enriched me with such power as to multiply Jesus as many times as there are creatures who want to receive Him. This was the greatest miracle I could perform: to have Jesus ready to give to whomever desired Him.
How happy I felt!
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How I wish that you too, my child...
in approaching and visiting people, would always be the bearer of Jesus, capable of making Him known, and yearning to make Him loved.
After many days of travel, we finally arrived in Judea...
and I hastened to the house of Elisabeth.
She came toward me in feast. At the greeting I gave her, marvelous phenomena occurred. My little Jesus exulted in my womb, and fixing little John in the womb of his mother with the rays of His Divinity, He sanctified him, gave him the use of reason, and let him know that He was the Son of God.
And John started so vigorously with love and joy that Elisabeth was shaken. Touched by the light of the Divinity of my Son, she too recognized that I had become the Mother of God.
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And in the emphasis of her love, trembling with gratitude, she exclaimed:
“How to me, so much honor, that the Mother of the Lord would come to me?”
I did not deny the highest mystery. Rather, I humbly confirmed it. Praising God with the song of the Magnificat - sublime canticle, through which the Church continuously honors me, I announced that the Lord had done great things in me, His servant, and that because of this, all people would call me blessed.
eer-bied
The soul:
Most holy Mama, your beautiful lessons enrapture me.
And oh, how I wish and sigh for the operating life of the Divine Will in my soul!
I too want to be inseparable from my Jesus and from you, my Mama. But to be sure of this, you must take on the commitment to keep my will enclosed in your maternal heart. And even if I should see that it costs me much, you must never give it to me. Only then will I be certain. Otherwise, they will always be words, but I will never do facts.
Therefore, your child commends herself to you.
And hopes for everything from you.
Little Sacrifice:
Today, to honor me, you will make three genuflections [kniebuigingen] in the act in which my Son ascended into Heaven, and pray to Him that He might let you ascend in the Divine Will.
Ejaculatory Prayer:
My Mama, with your power, triumph in my soul. And let me stay in the Will of God.
verlichting
My beloved Son Jesus spent forty days, risen, on the earth.
Very often, He appeared to His apostles and disciples.
To confirm them in the faith and certainty of His Resurrection.
And when He was not with the apostles, He was with His Mama in the cenacle...
surrounded by the souls who had come out of Limbo.
But at the end of the forty days...
Jesus instructed the apostles...
and leaving His Mama as their guide and Teacher...
He promised us the descent of the Holy Spirit.
Then, blessing us all, He departed, taking flight for the vault of the heavens, together with that great crowd of people who had left Limbo. All those who were there, and they were a great number, saw Him ascend. But as He got up high, a cloud of light removed Him from their sight.
Now, my child, your Mama followed Him into Heaven, and was present at the great feast of the Ascension. More so, since the celestial Fatherland was not foreign to me. And then, the feast of my Son, Ascended into Heaven, would not have been complete without me.
Now a little word to you, dearest child.
All that you have heard and admired has been nothing other...
than the power of the Divine Will operating in me and in my Son.
This is why I so much love to enclose in you the life of the Divine Will.
It is an operative life, because everyone has it.
But the majority of them keep It suffocated and to their service.
And while It coúld operate prodigies of sanctity, of grace, and works worthy of Its power...
It is forced by the creatures to remain with folded arms...
without being able to display its power.
Therefore, be attentive.
And let the Heaven of the Divine Will extend within you.
And with Its power, work whatever It wants.
And however It wants.
terugkeer
Now, listen to me, dear child.
You must know that after the death of my Son, I withdrew in the cenacle, together with beloved John and Magdalene. But my heart was pierced because only John was near me, and in my sorrow I said: “And the other apostles…where are they?”
But as they heard that Jesus had died, touched by special graces, all moved and weeping, the fugitives drew around me, one by one, surrounding me like a crown. And with tears and sighs, they asked for my forgiveness for having so cravenly abandoned their Master, and having run away.
I welcomed them maternally in the ark of refuge and salvation of my heart. I assured them of the forgiveness of my Son, and I encouraged them not to fear.
I said to them that their destiny was in my hands.
Because He had given them all to me as my children.
And I recognized them as such.
Blessed child, you know that I was present at the Resurrection of my Son. But I did not say a word to anyone, waiting for Jesus Himself, to manifest Himself as risen, gloriously and triumphantly.
The first one to see him risen was the fortunate Magdalene. Then the pious women. And all came to me telling me that they had seen Jesus risen, and that the sepulcher was empty. And I listened to all, and with an air of triumph I confirmed all in the faith of the Resurrection.
By the evening, almost all of the apostles had seen Him.
And all felt triumphant at having been the apostles of Jesus.
What change of scene, dear child!
Symbol of those who have first let themselves be dominated by the human will - represented by the apostles who run away, abandoning their Master. And their fear and fright is such that they hide, and Peter reaches the point of denying Him.
Oh, if they had been dominated by the Divine Will! They would never have fled from their Master! But, courageous and triumphant, would never have departed from His side, and would have felt honored to give their life to defend Him.
voor-beeld
Now, listen to me, my child.
I want to speak to you as a Mother who loves her child very much.
I want to tell you what it means to do the Divine Will and to live of It.
The example is given to you by my Son and by myself.
Our life was strewn with pains, with poverty, with humiliations, to the point of seeing my beloved Son die of pains. But in all this, ran the Divine Will. It was the life of our pains, and we felt triumphant, and conquerors. To the extent of changing even death into life.
So much so that, in seeing Its great good, we voluntárily exposed ourselves to sufferings. Because, since the Divine Will was in us, no one could impose himself on It, or on us. Suffering was in oúr power, and we called upon it as nourishment and triumph of the Redemption: such as to be able to bring all good to the entire world.
Now dear child, if your life and your pains have the Divine Will as their center...
be certain that sweet Jesus will use you, and your pains...
to give help, light and grace to the whole universe.
Therefore, pluck up courage!
The Divine Will can do great things where It reigns.
In all circumstances, reflect yourself in me, and in your sweet Jesus
- and move forward!
verrijzen
Dearest child, thank you for your company.
But... if you want your company to be sweet and dear to me, and bearer of relief to my pierced heart, I want to find in you the Divine Will, operating and dominating – and, that you do not surrender even one breath of life to your will. Then will I exchange you with my Son Jesus, because, His Will being in you, in It I will feel Jesus in your heart.
Oh, how happy I will be to find in you the first fruit of His pains and of His death. In finding my beloved Jesus in my child, my pains will change into joys, and my sorrows into conquests.
Now, listen to me, child of my sorrows.
As my dear Son breathed His last, He descended into Limbo, triumphant bearer of glory and happiness to that prison in which were all the Patriarchs and the Prophets, the first father Adam, dear Saint Joseph, my holy parents, and all those who had been saved by virtue of the foreseen merits of the future Redeemer.
I was inseparable from my Son, and not even death could take Him away from me. So, in the ardor of my sorrows I followed Him into Limbo, and was spectator of the feast and thanksgiving which that great crowd of people gave for my Son, who had suffered so much, and whose first step had been toward them, to beatify them and to bring them with Himself into celestial glory.
So, at His death began the conquests and the glory for Jesus and for all those who loved them. This, dear child, is symbol of how the conquests, the glory and the joy begin in the divine order - even in the midst of the greatest sorrows - when the creature makes her will die through union with the Divine Will.
So, even though the eyes of my soul followed my Son and I never lost sight of Him, at the same time, during those three days in which He was buried, I felt such yearning to see Him risen, that in the ardor of my love I kept repeating: “Rise, my Glory! Rise, my Life!”
My desires were ardent, my sighs of fire. To the point of feeling consumed. Now, in this yearning, I saw my dear Son, accompanied by that great crowd of people, leaving Limbo and going back to the sepulcher. It was the dawn of the third day, and just as all nature cried over Him, now it rejoiced. So much so, that the sun anticipated its course to be present at the act in which my Son was rising.
But – oh wonder!
Before rising again...
He showed that crowd of people His Most holy Humanity
- bleeding, wounded, disfigured - the way it had been reduced,
for love of them and for all.
All were moved,
and admired the excesses of love...
and the great portent of Redemption.
Now my child, oh how I wish you to be present...
in the act of the Resurrection of my Son!
He was all Majesty.
From His Divinity, united to His soul, He unleashed enchanting seas of light and beauty, such as to fill Heaven and earth. Then, triumphantly, making use of His power, He commanded His dead humanity to receive His soul again, and to rise, triumphantly and gloriously, to immortal life.
What a solemn act!
My dear Jesus triumphed over death.
Saying: “Death, you will be death no longer, but life!”
With this act of triumph...
He placed the seal on the fact that He was Man and God.
And with His Resurrection, He confirmed His doctrine, His miracles, the life of the Sacraments, and the whole life of the Church. And not only this: He obtained triumph over the human wills, weakened and almost extinguished to true good, to let triumph over them the life of that Divine Will which was to bring the fullness of Sanctity and of all goods to the creatures.
And at the same time, by virtue of His Resurrection, He sowed the seed of resurrection to eternal glory into the bodies. My child, the Resurrection of my Son encloses everything, and is the most solemn act that he did for love of creatures.
bij je zijn
My pierced Mama,
your little child, knowing that you are alone, without your beloved Good, Jesus, wants to cling to you to keep you company in your most bitter desolation.
Without Jesus, all things change into sorrow for you. The memory of his harrowing pains, the sweet sound of His voice which still resounds in your ear, the charming gaze of dear Jesus, now sweet, now sad, now swollen with tears, but which always enraptured your maternal hear - not having them with you any more, they are like sharp swords which pierce your maternal heart through, side to side.
Desolate Mama, your dear child wants to give you relief and compassion for each pain. Even more, I would like to be Jesus, to be able to give you all the love, the comforts, the reliefs, and the compassion, which Jesus Himself would have given you in your state of bitter desolation.
Sweet Jesus gave me to you as your child. Therefore, put me in His place in your maternal heart, and I will be all for my Mama. I will dry your tears, and I will always keep you company.
vrijdag 29 januari 2021
verlaten
The eye of my soul never lost sight of Him.
I followed Him into the Garden, in His terrible agony, and – oh, how my heart bled in seeing Him abandoned by all, even by His most faithful and dear apostles!
Dear child, the abandonment of dear ones...
is one of the greatest pains for a human heart in the stormy hours of life.
Especially for my Son, Who had loved them so much and done good to them, and Who was in the act of giving His life for the very ones who had just abandoned Him in the extreme hours of His life – even more, they had run away!
What pain - what pain!
oefeningen
The Soul:
Most sweet Mama, how I compassionate you in seeing you suffer so much! I beg you, pour your tears and those of Jesus into my soul, to reorder it and enclose it in the Divine Fiat.
Little Sacrifice:
Today, to honor me, you will give me all your pains as company for my loneliness, and in each pain you will place an 'I love you' for me and for your Jesus, to repair for those who do not want to listen to the teachings of Jesus.
Ejaculatory Prayer:
Divine Mama, may your word and that of Jesus descend into my heart, and form in me the Kingdom of the Divine Will.
armen v/geest
But in seeing Himself rejected by the great, the learned...
my beloved Son did not stop, nor could He stop.
His love ran, because He wanted souls.
So He surrounded Himself with the poor, the afflicted, the sick, the lame, the blind, the dumb, and with the many other afflictions by which the poor creatures were oppressed – all of them images of the many evils which their human will had produced.
And dear Jesus healed everyone.
He consoled and instructed everyone.
So He became the friend, the father, the doctor, and the master of the poor. My child, one can say that as the poor shepherds were the ones who received Him with their visits at His birth, so the poor are those who followed Him in the last years of His life down here, unto His death.
In fact, the poor, the ignorant, are more simple - less attached to their own judgment, and therefore more favored, more blessed, and preferred by my dear Son.
To the extent that He chose poor fishermen...
as apostles and pillars of the future Church.
afwijzing
The light of the Divine Will allowed me to see...
how badly and with how much ingratitude they treated my Son.
He directed His step toward Jerusalem.
His first visit was to the holy temple, in which He began the series of His preachings.
But, whát pain!
His word which was full of life, bearer of peace, of love and of order, was misinterpreted and badly listened to - especially from the erudite and the learned of those times!
And when my Son said He was the Son of God, the Word of the Father, the One who had come to save them... they took it so badly that they wanted to devour Him with their furious gazes.
Oh, how my beloved good, Jesus, suffered!
The rejection of His creative words...
made Him feel the death which they gave to His divine word, and I was all attentive – all eyes - in looking at that bleeding divine heart. And I offered Him my maternal heart to receive the same wounds, to console him, and to give Him support when He was in the act of succumbing.
Oh, how many times, after imparting His word, I saw Him forgotten by all, without anyone who would offer Him a refreshment. Alone – alone, outside of the city walls. Outside, under the vault of the starry sky, leaning on a tree, crying and praying for the salvation of all.
And I, your Mama, dear child, cried with Him from my little house.
And in the light of the Divine Fiat, I sent Him my tears as refreshment,
my chaste embraces and my kisses as comfort.
muzen
Now, dear child, listen to another expression of love...
which my dear Jesus made in the house of Nazareth:
He made of me the depository of His own life.
When God does a work, He does not leave it suspended...
or in empty space...
but He always looks for a creature in whom to enclose and place all His work. Otherwise, there would be the danger that God would expose His works to uselessness – which cannot be. Therefore, my dear Son placed in me His works, His words, His pains – everything. He deposited even His breath into His Mama.
And when, withdrawn in our little room, He spoke sweetly and narrated to me all the Gospels He was to preach to the public, and the Sacraments He was to institute – He entrusted everything to me, and constituted me as perennial channel and source, because His life and all His goods were to come from me for the good of all creatures.
Oh, how rich and happy I felt!
In feeling that all that my dear Son Jesus did...
was being deposited in me!
The Divine Will which reigned in me...
gave me the capacity to be able to receive everything.
And Jesus felt He was receiving from His Mama return of the love and glory of the great work of Redemption.
What did I not receive from God, because I never did my will, but always His? Everything. Even the life of my Son was at my disposal. And while it remained always with me, I could bilocate it, to give it to whomever would ask for it with love.
Now, my child, a little word to you.
If you always do the Divine Will and never your own...
and if you live in It...
I your Mama, will place the deposit of all the goods of my Son into your soul. Oh, how fortunate you will feel! You will have a divine life at your disposal, which will give you everything.
And I, being your true Mama, will watch over you...
so that this divine life may grow in you...
forming in you the Kingdom of the Divine Will.
The soul:
Holy Mama, I abandon myself into your arms. I am a little child who feels the extreme need of your maternal cares. I ask you to take this will of mine and to enclose it in your heart. Never give it to me again, that I may be happy to live always from the Divine Will - so I will make you and my dear Jesus content.
Little Sacrifice:
Today, to honor me, you will come to make three little visits in the house of Nazareth to honor the Holy Family, reciting three Paters, Aves and Glorias, asking us to admit you to live in our midst.
Ejaculatory Prayer:
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, take me with you to live in the Kingdom of the Will of God.
donderdag 28 januari 2021
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The soul:
Holy Mama, your beautiful lessons confuse me. But if you want me to put them into practice, do not leave me alone. So that, when you see me succumb under the enormous weight of divine privations, I may cling to your maternal heart, and feel the strength never to deny anything to the Divine Will.
Little Sacrifice:
Today to honor me, you will come three times to visit little baby Jesus. And kiss His little hands. And you will make five acts of love for Him. To honor His tears and calm His crying.
Ejaculatory Prayer:
Holy Mama, pour the tears of Jesus into my heart. That He may dispose in me the triumph of the Will of God.
kribbe
You must know that it was midnight..
when the little newborn king came out from my maternal womb.
The night turned into day. The one who was the lord of light put to flight the night of the human will, the night of sin, the night of all evils. And as a sign of what He was doing in the order of souls with His usual omnipotent Fiat, the midnight turned into most refulgent daylight.
All created things ran to praise their Creator in that little humanity. The sun ran to give its first kisses of light to little baby Jesus, and warm Him with its heat. The ruling wind purified the air of the stable with Its waves, and with its sweet moaning said to Him: “I love you”. The heavens were shaken from their very foundations. The earth exulted and trembled down to the abyss. The sea roared with its gigantic waves.
In sum, all created things recognized that their Creator was in their midst, and they all competed in praising Him.
The very angels, forming light in the air, with melodious voices which all could hear, said: “Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to men of good will! The celestial baby is born in the grotto of Bethlehem, wrapped in poor little swaddling clothes”...
so much so, that the shepherds who were in vigil, listened to the angelic voices and ran to visit the little divine king.
My dear child, continue to listen to me.
As I received Him into my arms and gave Him my first kiss, I felt the need of love to give something of my own to my little Son. And offering Him my breast, I gave Him abundant milk – milk formed in my person by the Divine Fiat Itself, in order to nourish little king Jesus. But who can tell you what I felt in doing this, and the seas of grace, of love, of sanctity, that my Son gave to me in return?
Then I wrapped Him in poor but clean little clothes, and I placed Him in the manger. This was His Will, and I could do not without executing it. But before doing this, I shared Him with dear Saint Joseph, placing Him into his arms. Oh, how he rejoiced. He squeezed Him to his heart, and the sweet little baby poured torrents of graces into his soul.
Then, together with Saint Joseph...
we fixed a little hay in the manger, and detaching Him from my maternal arms, I laid Him in it.
Your Mama, enraptured by the beauty of the divine infant, remained kneeling before Him most of the time. I put all my seas of love into motion, which the Divine Will had formed in me, to love Him, adore Him, and thank Him.
And what did the little celestial baby do in the manger? A continuous act of the Will of our celestial Father, which was also His. Moaning and sighing, He wailed, cried and called to everyone, saying in His loving wailing: "Come you all, children of mine! For love of you I am born to suffering and to tears. Come all of you! To know the excess of my love! Give Me shelter in your hearts!"
And there were shepherds, coming and going, to visit Him.
And to all He gave His sweet gaze and His loving smile...
even within His tears.
Now, my child, a little word to you.
You must know that my whole joy was to hold my dear Son Jesus on my lap. But the Divine Will made me understand... that I should place Him in the manger... at everyone’s disposal... so that whoever wanted, could caress Him, kiss Him, and take Him in their arms, as if He were their own.
He was the little king of áll.
Therefore, they had the right to make of Him a sweet pledge of love.
And I, in order to fulfill the Supreme Volition...
deprived myself of my innocent joys...
beginning - with works and sacrifices -
the office of Mother
– giving Him to áll.
My child, the Divine Will is demanding.
And wants everything.
Even the sacrifice of the holiest things.
And according to circumstances, even the great sacrifice of depriving oneself of Jesus. However, It does so in order to extend Its kingdom even more, and to multiply the life of Jesus Himself.
Because when the creature deprives herself of Him, out of love for Him, her heroism and sacrifice is so great, that she has the virtue of producing a new life of Jesus, in order to form another home for Jesus.
Therefore, dear child, be attentive, and never deny anything to the Divine Will, under any pretext.
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