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As the creature calls My Will in her acts...

—in her prayer—

My Will repeats that act together with her, praying together with the creature. And since Its Immensity is everywhere, the Creation, the sun, all Heaven, the Angels and the Saints feel within themselves the Strength of that Creative Prayer, and all of them pray. The Prodigy [wonder] of this Prayer is Omnipotent and It involves all, giving Itself to all. Only those who, ungrateful, don't want to receive it, remain without Its effects. 

Therefore, My Will possesses the virtue of Prayer. O! how Beautiful it is to see It Praying in Its Divine way, and with Its Creative Virtue that imposes Itself on all, making everything pray. This Prayer imposes itself on Our Divine Attributes, making Us pour rains of Mercy, Graces, Forgiveness and Love. It is sufficient to know that it is Our Prayer, to say: ‘It can give everything.’ 

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Now, you must know that, whether the creature does or does not do Our Will, whether she Lives in It or not, she is already in Its Immensity. Or better still, My Will is Life of her life and Act of her acts, and It continuously assists her with Its Creative and Preserving Act. 

Therefore, one who Lives in It, can féél Its Life, Its Power, Its Sanctity and how much I Love her. It happens to her as to the fish who lives in the sea and who knows it. She feels this Divine Sea that is her bed carrying her in the arms of its Celestial Waters. 

It feeds her, it makes her consume herself within It. It amuses and embellishes her, and if she wants to sleep, It forms her bed in Its depths, permits nobody to awaken her. It even sleeps together with her. 

Such is the Love... 

of My Will for the one who Lives inside Its Sea, and who knóws It...

that It does in her all the Arts It wants to do. 

If It wants to think... It thinks in her. 

If It wants to look... It looks through her eyes. 

If It wants to speak... It speaks... 

keeping her in continuous communication... 

telling her many of the Wonders of Our Eternal Love. 

If It wants to Work... It Works. 

If It wants to walk... It walks. 

If It wants to Love... It Loves. 

My Fiat is always busy with her. 

And she not only recognizes It, but she never leaves It alone. 

She sinks more and more in Its Sea, because she knóws... 

that if she gets out of the Sea, she'll lose her life.

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