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My Love... 

toward one who Lives in My Will is such... 

that I behave as a mother who had a crippled son... 

but who possesses the power to give her son the rarest beauty. This mother lies over him, warming him with her heat. By kissing and hugging him over and over again, she restores the use of his limbs. She makes him beautiful, and, looking at him, as the fruit of her maternal love, she feels happy.

However, the mother doesn't réally have this power. 

So she will always be unhappy with her son. 

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But what the mother doesn't have, I do have. 

My Love is such that, as she enters into My Will, I lay over her, warming her with My Love, to call her to New Life. I kiss her again and again, I squeeze her to My Heart to remove any evil that may shade her, and take away from her Divine Freshness and Beauty. 

Then I blow, sending her My Recreating Breath, to Regenerate her into New Life, and to give back to her the rarest Beauty. Not satisfied yet, I form the Throne of all My Works, and I put My Will on It, as a King on His Throne, Reigning and Dominating in this creature. Then, I can say: 

‘What else could I have done that I did not do? 

Could I, perhaps, have Loved you more, and did not?'

[6.7.1938]