After this, I was feeling concerned for these Blessed Writings here, and for the insistence of my beloved Jesus in wanting me to keep writing: after so many sacrifices, where will they end up? And my Jesus, interrupting my thinking, told me...
“My daughter, don't trouble yourself.
I will be their Vigil Custodian, they cost Me too much.
They cost Me My Will that enters these Writings as Primary Life. I could call them ‘Testament of Love’ which My Will does for the creatures. It donates Itself and calls them in Its Heritage, but with such supplicant, attractive, Loving modes, that only the hearts of stone won't be moved to compassion and won't feel the need to receive such a Great Good.
Therefore, these Writings are Full of Divine Lives that cannot be destroyed. If anyone tried to do so, the same would happen to him as to one who would try to destroy Heaven. Offended, It would fall back upon him, from every side, annihilating him under Its blue vault.
Or as to one trying to destroy the sun, which would laugh at him and burn him up. Or as to another one would want to destroy the waters of the sea, and be drowned by them. It would take too much to touch what I made you write on My Will.
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I can call this a New Living and Speaking Creation.
It will be the last display of My Love to the human generation.
You must know that, at each word I have you write on My Fiat, I Double My Love for you and towards those who will read them, to make them remain embalmed by My Love.
Therefore, as you write, you give Me the space to Love you more. I see the Great Good these Writings will do for you. I feel each one of My Words and the Palpitating Lives of the creatures who will know the Goodness of My Word, forming within themselves the Life of My Will.
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So the interest is all Mine.
And you leave everything to Me.
You have to know that these Writings came out of the center of the Great Sun of My Will, whose rays are Full of the Truths coming from this center, and embrace all times, all centuries, all generations. This great wheel of Light fills Heaven and earth, and through Light, It knocks at every heart.
Praying, begging them to receive the Palpitating Life of My Fiat, that Our Paternal Goodness condescended and deigned to dictate from within Its Center with the most unusual, charming, affable [minzame], sweet modes, and with such a Great Love, as to seem almost incredible—to Astound the very Angels.
Every Word can be called a ‘Portent of Love’...
one Greater than the other.
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Therefore trying to touch these Writings...
is wanting to touch Myself, the Center of My Love, the Loving keenness with which I Love creatures. I will know how to defend Myself and confound anyone who would slightly disapprove of even one Word of what is written on My Divine Will.
Therefore, continue to listen to Me, My daughter. Don't obstruct My Love, don't tie My arms by rejecting back into My Womb what you keep writing. These Writings cost Me too much. They cost Me as much as Myself.
Therefore, I will take so much care of Them...
that I will not allow even a Word...
to be lost.”
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