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The Twenty-Four Hours of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ by the Servant of God, Luisa Piccarreta little daughter of the Divine Will for private use only The previous editions of this book received the following Imprimatur and Nihil Obstat: In Italian: The first four editions were published by Saint Annibale Maria di Francia: + First edition: Revisione Arcivescovile: Napoli, February 20, 1915 Nihil Obstat: Francesco Sorrentino (Revisore eccl.) Imprimatur: A. + Second edition: Revisione Arcivescovile: Napoli, 1916 Nihil Obstat: Francesco Sorrentino (Revisore eccl.) Imprimatur: A. + Third edition: Reimprimatur: Francesco Sorrentino (Revisore eccl.) + Fourth edition: Nihil Obstat: D. Prestifilipo, S.J. Messina, July 8, 1924 Reimprimatur: Can. Giardini, V.G.

July 14, 1924 The fifith edition was published by Don Benedetto Calvi, Luisa’s confessor from 1924 until her death: + Fifth edition: Nihil Obstat y Reimprimatur: Curia archiespicopale Taranto, August 8, 1934 Delegado dal arcivescovo, Giuseppe Blandamura In German: The two editions were translated and edited by Father Ludwig Beda, O.S.B.: + First and second edition, (1936-1938) (55,000 copies) Nihil Obstat y Reimprimatur: Ratisbona, Ad num. Exh 4455, Dr. Presentation This book is a translation of the Italian book, L’Orologio della Passione di Nostro Signore Gesu Cristo, written by Luisa Piccarreta, “The Little Daughter of the Divine Will,” about the year 1914, in obedience to the ecclesiastical authority at that time, the now Saint Annibale Maria di Francia.

This presentation was taken largely from the preface of the fourth edition, which Saint Annibale Maria di Francia had written for the original Italian. Luisa was seventeen years old (she relates these facts in the first of thirty-six volumes which she wrote by order of holy obedience). On the last day of a Christmas Novena which Jesus Himself prompted her to do, He surprised her with an unusually vivid experience of the marvelous Mysteries of His Love. And He told her He wanted to lavish New and Greater Graces on her, manifesting to her other, even more lofty Excesses of His Immense Love, and inviting her to continue giving Him uninterrupted company during the twenty-four hours of His Sorrowful Passion and death.

Much later, after Luisa had already been Living these Hours of the Passion intensely in her interior for more than thirty years, the now Saint Annibale di Francia, who was the ecclesiastic delegate on matters concerning Luisa’s writings and who had come to know about this practice of hers, gave her the obedience to write these Hours down. This, then, is how the book, The Hours of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ began. It was then that Saint Annibale di Francia published it for the first time. To this edition, there followed seven others: five in Italian and two in German—always with the proper ecclesiastical permissions. It was recently published in English and Spanish as well. When Luisa had finished writing the Hours of the Passion, she wrote a letter which she gave to Saint Annibale together with the book, who included it in the book’s preface when he published it. From this letter, we come to appreciate how pleased Jesus is, and how many benefits are lavished upon the soul, when it practices these Hours on a daily basis, as Bread without which one cannot live.

Here is the letter. “I am finally sending you this hand-written copy of The Hours of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ. May it all be for His greater Glory. I have also enclosed a few sheets on which I have described the Effects and the beautiful Promises which Jesus makes to all those who meditate these Hours of the Passion. “I believe that if whoever meditates on them is a sinner he will convert; if he is imperfect he will become perfect; if he is holy he will become holier; if he is tempted he will find victory; if suffering he will find strength, medicine and comfort in these Hours; if weak and poor he will find a spiritual food and a mirror in which to look at himself continually, and so become beautiful and similar to Jesus, our Model.

“Jesus’ Joy is so immense when someone meditates on the Hours of the Passion, that He would like to see at least one copy of these meditations being used in every city and town. Because then it would be as if Jesus were hearing His own Voice and His own Prayers which He raised to His Father during the twenty-four hours of His painful Passion. And if this is done at least by a few souls in each town and city, He Himself promises that the Divine Justice will be appeased in part, and punishments will be lessened.

“Reverend Father: You make an appeal to everyone. Bring this little work to completion, which my Loving Jesus has had me do. “I would also like to add that the purpose of these Hours of the Passion is not so much that of recounting the story of the Passion, since there already are many books which deal with this pious subject, and it would not be necessary to write another one.

Instead, its purpose is to make reparation: to unite ourselves to Jesus in each of the different moments of His Passion, and with His own Divine Will, make a worthy reparation for each of the various offenses He receives, and compensate Him for everything that all creatures owe Him. “From this there derive the different ways of making reparation in these Hours. In some instances, the soul blesses Him, in others it sympathizes with Him, in others it praises Him, it comforts suffering Jesus, it compensates Him, it begs, prays and asks Him, and so on.

“So, I entrust to you the task of making known the purpose of these Hours to those who will read them.” Therefore, in every city, town and nation, let us form so many cenacles, in which these twenty-four Hours of the Passion of Our Lord are meditated and lived. Like so many living clocks, let them faithfully mark the hours of each day, to keep Jesus company with our love, our reparation and our gratitude, for He is not loved as He deserves. Indeed, His own children offend Him and crucify Him again in their hearts, by closing the doors to Grace, to the Divine Will. It happened that on one occasion, Saint Annibale di Francia went to Luisa’s house and recounted what had taken place on one of his visits with the Pope (being an intimate friend of Pope Saint Pius X, he was frequently received by him). While with him, he wanted to introduce him to the book, The Hours of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ, which he had been spreading. Annibale read a few pages of it to the Pope, specifically, from the Hour of the Crucifixion. At a certain point, the Pope interrupted him, saying: “Father, this book should be read while kneeling: It is Jesus Christ who is speaking!” Promises of Jesus for Whoever Prays The Hours of the Passion from the Writings of Luisa Piccarreta Volume 11 – April 10, 1913 “Tell me, my Good, what will You give as a reward to those who will do the Hours of the Passion the way You taught them to me?” And He: “My daughter, I will not look at these Hours as your things, but as things done by Me.

I will give you the same Merits, as if I were in the act of suffering My Passion. In this way, I will let you obtain the same Effects, according to the dispositions of the souls. This, while on earth – and I could not give you a greater thing from My own. Then, in Heaven, I will place these souls in front of Me, flashing them with Lightnings of Love and Contentment for as many times as they did the Hours of My Passion – while they will flash to Me as well. What a Sweet Enchantment this will be for all the Blessed!” Volume 11 – September 6, 1913 I was thinking about the Hours of the Passion which have now been written, and how they are without any indulgence. So, those who do them do not gain anything, while there are many prayers enriched with many indulgences.

While I was thinking of this, my always Adorable Jesus, all Kindness, told me: “My daughter, one gains something through the prayers with indulgences. But the Hours of My Passion, which are My own Prayers, My Reparations and all My Love, came really from the depth of My Heart. Did you perhaps forget how many times I united Myself with you to do them together, and I turned chastisements into Graces over the entire earth? So, My Satisfaction is such that, instead of the indulgence, I give the soul a handful of Love, which contains Infinite Love of Incalculable Price.

Further, when things are done for pure love, My Love finds Its Outpouring – and it is not inconsiderable that the creature can give relief and expression to the Love of her Creator.” Volume 11 – October 1914 I was writing the Hours of the Passion and I thought to myself: “How many sacrifices in order to write these blessed Hours of the Passion, especially to put on paper certain interior acts which had passed only between me and Jesus! What reward will He give to me?” Letting me hear His Tender and Sweet Voice, Jesus told me: “My daughter, as a reward for having written the Hours of My Passion, for each word you have written, I will give you a kiss – a soul.” And I: “My Love, this is for me; and what will you give to those who will do them?” And Jesus: “If they do them together with Me and with My own Will, I will give them a soul for each word they will recite, because the greater or lesser effectiveness of these Hour of My Passion is in the greater or lesser union that they have with Me. In doing them with My Will, the creature hides inside My Volition; and since it is My Volition that is acting, I can produce all the Goods I want, even through one single word. This, for each time you will do them.” Another time I was lamenting with Jesus because, after so many sacrifices to write these Hours of the Passion, very few were the souls who were doing them. And He: “My daughter, do not lament.

Even if there was only one, you should be happy. Wouldn’t I have suffered all My Passion even to save only one soul? The same for you. One should never omit good only because few benefit from it; all the harm is for those who do not take advantage of it. Just as My Passion made My Humanity acquire the Merit as if all were being saved, although not all are saved (since My Will was to save everyone, and I received Merit according to what I wanted, not according to the profit which creatures would have drawn), the same is for you: you will be rewarded depending on whether your will identified itself with Mine, wanting to benefit all.

All the evil remains to those who, although being able to, do not do it. “These Hours are the Most Precious of all, because they are nothing other than the repetition of what I did in the course of My mortal Life, and what I continue to do in the Most Blessed Sacrament. When I hear these Hours of My Passion, I hear My own Voice, My own Prayers.

In that soul I see My Will – that is, wanting Good for everyone and wanting to Repair for all – and I feel moved to dwell in her, in order to do whatever she does within her. Oh, how I would Love that even one single soul for each town did these Hours of My Passion!

I would hear Myself in every town, and My Justice, greatly indignant during these times, would remain partly appeased.” Volume 11 – October 13. 1916 I was doing the Hours of the Passion, and Blessed Jesus told me: “My daughter, in the course of My mortal Life, thousands and thousands of Angels were the cortege of My Humanity, gathering everything I did – My Steps, My Works, My Words, and even My sighs, My Pains, the drops of My Blood – in sum, everything. They were the Angels in charge of My Custody, and of paying Me honor; obedient to My every Wish, they would rise to and descend from Heaven, to bring to the Father what I was doing. Now these Angels have a special office, and as the soul remembers My Life, My Passion, My Blood, My Wounds, My Prayers, they come around this soul and gather her words, her prayers, her acts of compassion for Me, her tears and her offerings; they unite them to Mine, and they bring them before My Majesty to renew for Me the Glory of My own Life. The delight of the Angels is so great that, reverent, they listen to what the soul says, and pray together with her. So, with what attention and respect must the soul do these Hours, thinking that the Angels hang upon her lips to repeat after her what she says.” Volume 12 – May 16, 1917 Then, I found myself outside of myself. I was in the midst of many souls – they seemed to be purging souls and Saints – who were speaking to me and mentioning one person known to me, who died not too long ago.

And they said to me: “He feels happy in seeing that there is not a soul who enters Purgatory without carrying the mark of the Hours of the Passion. Surrounded by the cortege of these Hours and helped by them, the souls take a safe place. And there is not a soul who flies into Heaven, without being accompanied by these Hours of the Passion.

These Hours make a continuous dew pour down from Heaven to earth, into Purgatory, and even into Heaven.” On hearing this, I said to myself: “Maybe my Beloved Jesus, in order to keep the Word He had given – that for each word of the Hours of the Passion He would give a soul – is allowing that there be not a saved soul who does not benefit from these Hours.” Afterwards, I returned into myself, and as I found my Sweet Jesus, I asked Him whether that was true. And He: “These Hours are the Order of the Universe; they put Heaven and earth in Harmony, and restrain Me from sending the world to ruin. I feel My Blood, My Wounds, My Love and all I did, being placed in circulation; and they flow over all to save all. As souls do these Hours of the Passion, I feel My Blood, My Wounds, My anxieties to save souls, being put in motion, and I feel My own Life being repeated. How could creatures obtain any Good if not by means of these Hours? Why do you doubt? This thing is not yours, but Mine.

You have been the strained and weak instrument.” Volume 22 – June 17, 1927 After this, I found myself outside of myself, and while looking for my Sweet Jesus I encountered Father Di Francia. He was all cheerful, and he told me: “Do you know how many Beautiful Surprises I found? I did not think it would be so when I was on earth, though I thought I had done good by publishing the Hours of the Passion. But the Surprises I found are Marvelous, Enchanting, of a Rarity never before seen: all the Words regarding the Passion of Our Lord changed into Light, one more Beautiful than the other—all braided together; and these Lights grow more and more as creatures do the Hours of the Passion, so more Lights add to the first. “But what surprised me the most were the few sayings published by me about the Divine Will: each saying changed into a Sun, and these Suns, investing all the Lights with their Rays, form such a Surprise of Beauty that one remains enraptured, enchanted.

You cannot imagine how surprised I was at seeing myself in the midst of these Lights and these Suns—how content I was; and I thanked our Highest Good, Jesus, who had given me the occasion and the grace to do it. You too, thank Him on my behalf.” THE TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OF THE PASSION Preparation before each hour O my Lord Jesus Christ, prostrate in Your Divine Presence, I implore Your Most Loving Heart to admit me to the sorrowful meditation of the 24 hours in which for Love of us You wanted to suffer so much, in Your Adorable Body and in Your Most Holy Soul, unto death on the Cross. O please, give me help, grace, love, deep compassion and understanding of Your sufferings, as I now meditate the ____Hour. And for those which I cannot meditate, I offer You my will to meditate on them, and I willingly intend to meditate on them in all the hours in which I have to apply myself to my duties, or to sleep. Accept, O Merciful Lord, my loving intention, and let it be beneficial for me and for all, as if I effectively and in a saintly way accomplished what I wish to practice. Meanwhile, I give You thanks, O my Jesus, for calling me to union with You by means of prayer. And to please You more, I take Your Thoughts, Your Tongue, Your Heart, and with this I intend to pray, fusing all of myself in Your Will and in Your Love; and stretching out my arms to hug You, I place my head on Your Heart, and I begin.

Thanksgiving after each hour My Lovable Jesus, You have called me in this hour of Your Passion to keep You company, and I have come. I seemed to hear You Praying, Repairing and suffering, in anguish and sorrow, pleading for the salvation of souls in the most touching and eloquent Voices.

I tried to follow You in everything; and now, having to leave You for my usual occupations, I feel the duty to say to You, “Thank You,” and, “I bless You.” Yes, O Jesus, I repeat to You, “Thank You,” thousands and thousands of times, and, “ I bless You,” for all that You have done and suffered for me and for all. I thank You and I bless You for every drop of Blood You shed, for every Breath, for every Heartbeat, for every Step, Word, Glance, bitterness and offense which You endured. In everything, O my Jesus, I intend to seal You with a “ Thank You” and an “ I bless You.” Please, O Jesus, let my whole being send You a continuous flow of thanks and blessings, so as to draw upon me and upon everyone the flow of Your Blessings and Thanks. O please, O Jesus, press me to Your Heart, and with Your Most Holy Hands seal every particle of my being with Your “ I Bless you,” so that nothing other than a continuous hymn to You may come from me. First Hour: From 5 to 6 PM Jesus takes leave of His Most Holy Mother 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. 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.

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!

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 me? O isn’t it rather a comfort for Your Heart to have a soul near You, who would share its pains, affections and reparations? O Jesus, in such a harrowing 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! 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. And Jesus wants Your “ I bless You,” almost to place it as a shelter from all the offenses of the creatures. I too unite myself to You, O Sweet Mama.

Upon the wings of the winds I want to go around the heavens to ask of the Father, of the Holy Spirit and of 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. O Sweet Mama, after going round and round, to ask of the Sacrosanct Trinity, of the Angels, of all the creatures, of the light of the sun, of the fragrance of the flowers, of the waves of the sea, of every breath of wind, of every spark of fire, of every moving leaf, of the twinkling of the stars, of every movement of nature, for an “I bless You,” I come to You and I place all my blessings together with Yours. 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 that He receives from creatures. 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.

O my Mother, in looking at the face of sorrowful Jesus, pale, sad, harrowing, the memory of the pains that 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. 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. 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. 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 everyone, 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 also 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 pray 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.

Reflections and Practices Before beginning His Passion, Jesus goes to His Mother to ask for Her Blessing. In this act Jesus teaches us the obedience, not only external but also internal, which we must have in order to reciprocate the inspirations of grace.

Sometimes we are not ready to put into practice a good inspiration, either because we are held back by love of self united to temptation, or because of human respect, or in order not to use holy violence on ourselves. But rejecting the good inspiration of exercising a virtue, of accomplishing a virtuous act, of doing a good work, or of practicing a devotion, makes the Lord withdraw, depriving us of new inspirations. On the other hand, the prompt correspondence, pious and prudent, to Holy Inspirations attracts more lights and graces upon us. In the cases of doubt, one should turn promptly and with righteous intention to the great means of prayer and to upright and experienced advice.

In this way, the good God will enlighten the soul to execute the healthy inspiration, increasing it for her greater benefit. We must do our actions, our acts, our prayers, The Hours of the Passion, with the same intentions of Jesus, in His Will, sacrificing ourselves as He did, for the glory of the Father and for the good of souls. We must place ourselves in the disposition of sacrificing ourselves in everything for love of our Lovable Jesus, conforming to His Spirit, operating with His own Sentiments, and abandoning ourselves in Him, not only in all the external sufferings and adversities, but much more in all that He will dispose in our interior. In this way, at any time, we will find ourselves ready to accept any suffering. By doing this, we will give sweet sips to our Jesus. Then, if we do all this in the Will of God which contains all Sweetnesses and all Contentments in Immense proportion, we will give to Jesus large sweet sips, so as to mitigate the poisoning which other creatures cause Him, and to console His Divine Heart. Before starting any action, let us always invoke the Blessing of God, so that our actions may have the touch of the Divinity, and may attract His Blessings not only on us, but upon all creatures.

My Jesus, may Your Blessing precede me, accompany me and follow me, so that everything I do may carry the seal of Your “I Bless you.” Second Hour: From 6 to 7 PM Jesus departs from His Most Holy Mother and sets out for the Cenacle My Adorable Jesus, as I have shared in Your sufferings together with You, and in those of Your afflicted Mama, I see that You are about to leave to go there, where the Will of the Father calls You. The Love between Son and Mother is so great as to render You inseparable, so You leave Yourself in the Heart of Your Mama, and the Queen and Sweet Mama places Herself into Yours; otherwise it would have been impossible for You to separate. But then, Blessing each other, You give Her the last kiss to strengthen Her in the bitter pains She is about to suffer; and giving Her Your last good-bye, You leave. But the paleness of Your Face, Your trembling lips, Your suffocated voice, as though wanting to burst into tears in saying good-bye—ah, everything tells me how much You Love Her and how much You suffer in leaving Her!

But to fulfill the Will of the Father, with Your Hearts fused into each other, You submit Yourselves to everything, wanting to repair for those who, unwilling to overcome the tendernesses of relatives and friends, and bonds and attachments, do not care about fulfilling the Holy Will of God and corresponding to the state of sanctity to which God calls them. What sorrow do these souls not give You, in rejecting from their hearts the Love You want to give them, contenting themselves with the love of creatures! My Lovable Love, as I repair with You, allow me to remain with Your Mama in order to console Her and sustain Her, while You leave.

Then I will hasten my steps to come and reach You. But to my greatest sorrow, I see that my anguishing Mama shivers, and Her pain is such that, as She tries to say good-bye to Her Son, Her voice dies on Her lips, and She is unable to utter a word. She is about to faint, and in Her swoon of Love, She says, “My Son, My Son! What a bitter separation—more cruel than any death!” But the pain yet prevents Her from uttering a word, and makes Her mute! Disconsolate Queen, let me sustain You, dry Your tears and compassionate You in Your bitter sorrow! My Mama, I will not leave You alone; and You—take me with You and teach me, in these moments so painful for You and for Jesus, what I have to do, how to defend Him, repair Him and console Him, and whether I must lay down my life to defend His.

No, I will not move from under Your mantle. At Your wish, I will fly to Jesus; I will bring Him Your Love, Your affections, Your kisses together with mine, and I will place them in each wound, in every drop of His Blood, in every pain and insult, so that, in feeling the kisses and the Love of His Mama in each pain, His sufferings may be sweetened. Then I will come again under Your mantle, bringing You His kisses to sweeten Your Pierced Heart. My Mama, my heart is pounding, I want to go to Jesus.

And as I kiss Your Maternal hands, bless me as You blessed Jesus, and allow me to go to Him. My Sweet Jesus, Love directs me toward Your steps and I reach You, as You walk along the streets of Jerusalem together with Your beloved disciples. I look at You and I see You still pale. I hear Your voice, sweet, yes, but sad—so much as to break the heart of Your disciples, who feel troubled. “This is the last time,” You say, “ that I walk along these streets by Myself. Tomorrow I will walk through them, bound and dragged among a thousand insults.” And pointing out the places where You will be most insulted and tortured, You continue to speak, “My Life down here is about to set, just as the Sun is now setting, and tomorrow at this hour I will no longer be here!

But, like the Sun, I will Rise again on the third day!” At Your words, the apostles become sad and taciturn, not knowing what to answer. But You add, “Courage, do not lose heart; I will not leave you, I will be always with you. But it is necessary that I die for the good of you all.” In saying these words, You are moved, but with trembling voice You continue to instruct them. And before enclosing Yourself in the cenacle, You look at the sun which is setting, just as Your Life is setting; You offer Your steps for those who find themselves at the setting of their life, giving them the grace to let it set in You, and repairing for those who, in spite of the sorrows and disillusions of life, are obstinate in not wanting to surrender to You. Then You look at Jerusalem again, the center of Your Prodigies and of the Predilections of Your Heart—Jerusalem which, in return, is preparing Your Cross and is sharpening the nails to commit the deicide; and You tremble, Your Heart breaks—and You cry over its destruction.

With this, You repair for many souls consecrated to You, whom You tried to form with so much Care as portents of Your Love, and they, ungrateful and unrequiting, make You suffer more bitternesses! I want to repair together with You, to sweeten the stabbing of Your Heart. But I see that You are horrified at the sight of Jerusalem, and withdrawing Your gaze, You enter the cenacle. My Love, hold me tightly to Your Heart, that I may make Your bitternesses my own, to offer them together with You. And You, look with pity upon my soul, and pouring Your Love into it—Bless me. Reflections and Practices Jesus promptly departs from His Mother, although His Most Tender Heart undergoes a shock. Are we ready to sacrifice even the most legitimate and holy affections in order to fulfill the Divine Volition?

(Let us examine ourselves especially in the cases of separation from the sense of the Divine Presence or from sensible devotion). Jesus did not take His last steps in vain. In them, He glorified the Father and asked for the salvation of souls.

We must place in our steps the same intentions that Jesus placed—that is, to sacrifice ourselves for the glory of the Father and for the good of souls. We must also imagine placing our steps in those of Jesus Christ; and as Jesus Christ did not make them in vain, but enclosed in His steps all those of the creatures, repairing for all their missteps, to give the glory due to the Father, and Life to all the missteps of creatures so that they might walk along the path of good—so we should do it in the same way, placing our steps in those of Jesus Christ with His own Intentions. Do we walk on the street modest and composed, so as to be an example for others? As the afflicted Jesus walked, He talked to the apostles every once in a while, speaking to them about His imminent Passion. What do we say in our conversations? When the opportunity arises, do we make the Passion of the Divine Redeemer the object of our conversations?

In seeing the apostles sad and discouraged, Loving Jesus tried to comfort them. Do we place in our conversations the intention of relieving Jesus Christ? Do we try to do them in the Will of God, infusing in others the Spirit of Jesus Christ? Jesus goes to the cenacle. We must enclose our thoughts, affections, heartbeats, prayers, actions, food and work in the Heart of Jesus Christ in the act of operating; and by doing this, our actions will acquire the Divine Attitude. However, since it is difficult to always keep this Divine Attitude, because it is hard for the soul to fuse her acts continuously in Him, the soul can compensate with the attitude of her good will, and Jesus will be very pleased. He will become the vigilant Sentry of her every thought, of her every word and of her every heartbeat.

He will place these acts as cortege inside and outside Himself, looking at them with great Love, as the fruit of the good will of the creature. Then when the soul, fusing herself in Him, does her immediate acts with Jesus, Good Jesus will feel so attracted toward that soul that He will do what she does together with her, transmuting the work of the creature into Divine Work. All this is the effect of the Goodness of God, which takes everything into account and rewards everything, even a tiny act in the Will of God, so that the creature may not be defrauded of anything. O my Life and my All, may Your steps direct mine, and as I tread the earth, let my thoughts be in Heaven!

Third Hour: From 7 to 8 PM The Legal Supper O Jesus, You now arrive at the cenacle together with Your beloved disciples and You begin Your supper with them. How much Sweetness, how much Affability You show through all Your Person, as You lower Yourself to taking material food for the last time! Everything is Love in You. Also in this, You not only repair for the sins of gluttony, but You impetrate the sanctification of food. Jesus, my Life, Your sweet and penetrating gaze seems to search all of the apostles; and also in this act of taking food Your Heart remains pierced in seeing Your dear apostles still weak and listless, especially the perfidious Judas, who has already put a foot in hell. And You, from the bottom of Your Heart, say bitterly, “ What is the usefulness of My Blood?

Here is a soul so favored by Me—yet, he is lost!” And You look at him with Your eyes refulgent with Light and Love, as though wanting to make him understand the great evil he is about to commit. But Your Supreme Charity makes You bear this sorrow and You do not make it manifest even to Your beloved disciples. And while You grieve for Judas, Your Heart is filled with joy in seeing, on Your left, Your beloved disciple John; so much so, that unable to contain Your Love any longer, drawing him sweetly to Yourself, You let him place his head upon Your Heart, letting him experience Paradise in advance. And it is in this solemn hour that the two peoples, the reprobate and the elect, are portrayed by the two disciples: the reprobate in Judas, who already feels hell in his heart; the elect in John, who rests and delights in You. O my Sweet Good, I too place myself near You, and together with Your beloved disciple I want to place my weary head upon Your Adorable Heart, praying You to let me experience the delights of Heaven also on this earth so that, enraptured by the Sweet Harmonies of Your Heart, the earth may no longer be earth for me, but Heaven. But in the midst of those Most Sweet and Divine Harmonies, I hear sorrowful heartbeats escaping You: these are for lost souls!

O Jesus, O please, do not allow any more souls to be lost. Let Your heartbeat, flowing through them, make them feel the heartbeats of the Life of Heaven, just as Your beloved disciple John felt them, and attracted by the Gentleness and Sweetness of Your Love, they may all surrender to You. O Jesus, as I remain upon Your Heart, give food also to me, as You gave it to the apostles: the Food of Love, the Food of the Divine Word, the Food of Your Divine Will.

O my Jesus, do not deny me this Food, which You so much desire to give me so that Your very Life may be formed in me. My Sweet Good, while I remain close to You, I see that the food You are taking together with Your dear disciples is nothing but a lamb. This is a figurative lamb, and just as this lamb has no vital humor left by force of fire, so You, Mystical Lamb, having to consume Yourself completely for creatures by force of Love, will keep not even a drop of Blood for Yourself, pouring it all out for Love of us. So, O Jesus, there is nothing You do which does not vividly portray Your Most Sorrowful Passion, which You keep always present in Your Mind, in Your Heart—in everything. And this teaches me that if I too had the thought of Your Passion before my mind and in my heart, You would never deny me the Food of Your Love. How much I thank You! O my Jesus, not one act escapes You that does not keep me present and that does not intend to do me a special good.

So I pray you that Your Passion be always in my mind, in my heart, in my gazes, in my steps and in my pains, so that, wherever I turn, inside and outside of myself, I may always find You present in me. And You, give me the grace never to forget what You have borne and suffered for me.

May this be my magnet, which, drawing my whole being into You, will never again allow me to go far away from You. Reflections and Practices Before taking food, let us unite our intentions to those of our Lovable and Good Jesus, imagining having the mouth of Jesus in our mouth, and moving our tongue and cheeks together with His. By doing this, we will not only draw the Life of Jesus Christ into ourselves, but we will unite to Him in order to give to the Father complete glory, praise, love, thanksgiving and reparation owed by creatures, and which the Good Jesus Himself offered in the act of taking food. Let us also imagine being at the table near Jesus Christ, and now looking at Him, now praying Him to share a bite with us, now kissing the hem of His mantle, now contemplating the movements of His lips and of His Celestial eyes, now noticing the sudden clouding of His Most Lovable Face in foreseeing so much human ingratitude! Just as Loving Jesus spoke about His Passion during supper, as we take our food, we will make some reflections on how we meditated the Hours of the Passion. The Angels hang on our words, to gather our prayers, our reparations, and take them before the Father in order to somehow mitigate the Just Indignation for the so many offenses received from creatures—-just as they carried them when Jesus was on earth.

And when we pray, can we say that the Angels were pleased; that we have been recollected and reverent, in such a way that they were able to joyously carry our prayers to Heaven, just as they carried those of our Jesus? Or did they rather remain saddened?

While afflicted Jesus was taking food, He remained transfixed at the sight of the loss of Judas; and in Judas He saw all the souls who were going to be lost. And since the loss of souls is the greatest of His pains, unable to contain it, He drew John to Himself in order to find relief. In the same way, we will remain always close to Him like John, compassionating Him in His pains, relieving Him, and giving Him rest in our heart. We will make His pain our own, we will identify ourselves with Him, to feel the heartbeats of that Divine Heart, pierced by the loss of souls.

And we will give Him our own heartbeats in order to remove those piercings; and in the place of those piercings we will put the souls who want to be lost, so that they may convert and be saved. Every beat of the Heart of Jesus is one “I Love you” which resounds in all the heartbeats of creatures, wanting to enclose all of them in His Heart in order to receive their heartbeats in return. But Loving Jesus does not receive it from many, and therefore His heartbeat remains as though suffocated and embittered. So let us pray Jesus to seal our heartbeat with His “I Love you,” so that our hearts too may live the Life of His Heart and, resounding in the heartbeats of creatures, may force them to say, “I love You, Jesus!” Even more, we will fuse ourselves in Him, and Loving Jesus will let us hear His “I Love you,” which fills Heaven and earth, circulates through the Saints, and descends into Purgatory. All the hearts of creatures are touched by this “I Love you”; even the elements feel New Life, and all feel Its effects. In His breathing too, Jesus feels as though suffocating for the loss of souls.

And we will give Him our breath of love for His relief; and, taking His Breath, we will touch the souls who detach themselves from His arms in order to give them the Life of the Divine Breath, so that, instead of running away, they may return to Him, and cling more tightly to Him. And when we are in pain and almost feel that our breath cannot come out freely, let us think of Jesus, Who contains the breath of the creatures in His own Breath.

He too, as souls become lost, feels His breath being taken away. So, let us place our sorrowful and labored breath in the Breath of Jesus in order to relieve Him; and let us run after the sinner with our pain, so as to force him to enclose himself in the Heart of Jesus. My beloved Good, may my breath be a continuous cry at every creature’s breath, forcing her to enclose herself in Your Breath. The first Word that Loving Jesus pronounced on the Cross was a Word of Forgiveness, to justify all souls before the Father, and turn Justice into Mercy. And we will give Him our acts to excuse the sinner, so that, moved by our apologies, He may not allow any soul to go to hell.

We will unite with Him as sentries of the hearts of creatures, so that nobody may offend Him. We will let Him pour out His Love, willingly accepting all that He may dispose for us—coldness, hardness, darkness, oppressions, temptations, distractions, slanders, illnesses and other things, so as to relieve Him from all that He receives from creatures.

It is not by Love alone that Jesus pours Himself out to souls, but many times, when He feels the coldness of creatures, He goes to the soul and makes her feel His cold, to release Himself through her. And if the soul accepts it, Jesus will feel relieved from all the coldness of creatures, and this cold will be the sentry to someone else’s heart, to make Loving Jesus loved. Other times, Jesus feels the hardness of hearts in His own, and unable to contain it, He wants to pour Himself out, and comes to us. He touches our heart with His Heart, making us share in His pain. And we, making His pain our own, will place it around the heart of the sinner in order to melt his hardness, and take him back to Him. My beloved Good, You suffer greatly for the loss of souls, and out of compassion, I place my being at Your disposal. I will take Your pains and the pains of the sinners upon myself, leaving You relieved, and the sinner clinging to You.

O my Jesus, O please, let my whole being be melted in love, so that I may be of continuous relief to soothe all Your bitternesses. Fourth Hour: From 8 to 9 PM The Eucharistic Supper My Sweet Love, always insatiable in Your Love, I see that as You finish the legal supper together with Your dear disciples, You get up from the table, and united with them, You raise the hymn of thanksgiving to the Father for having given you food, wanting to repair for all the lack of thanksgiving of the creatures, and for all the means He gives us for the preservation of corporal life.

This is why You, O Jesus, in anything You do, touch or see, always have on Your lips the words, “Thanks be to You, O Father.” I too, Jesus, united with You, take the words from Your very lips, and I will say, always and in everything, “Thank You for myself and for all,” in order to continue the reparations for the lack of thanksgiving. The washing of the feet But, O my Jesus, it seems that Your Love has no respite. I see that You make Your beloved disciples sit down again; You take a basin of water, wrap a white tablecloth around Your waist and prostrate Yourself at the apostles’ feet, with a gesture so humble as to draw the attention of all Heaven, and to make It remain ecstatic. The apostles themselves stay almost motionless in seeing You prostrate at their feet.

But tell me, my Love, what do You want? What do You intend to do with this act so humble? A Humility never before seen, and which will never be seen! “Ah, My child, I want all souls, and prostrate at their feet like a poor beggar, I ask for them, I importune them and, crying, I plot Love traps around them in order to obtain them!

“Prostrate at their feet, with this bucket of water mixed with My tears, I want to wash them of any imperfection and prepare them to receive Me in the Sacrament. “I so much cherish this act of receiving Me in the Eucharist, that I do not want to entrust this office to the Angels, and not even to My Dear Mama, but I Myself want to purify them, down to the most intimate fibers, in order to dispose them to receive the fruit of the Sacrament; and in the apostles I intended to prepare all souls. “I intend to repair for all the holy works and for the administration of Sacraments, especially those made by priests with a spirit of pride, empty of Divine Spirit and of disinterest. Ah, how many good works reach Me more to dishonor Me than to honor Me! More to embitter Me than to please Me! More to give Me death than to give Me life! These are the offenses that sadden Me the most.

Ah, yes, My child, count all the most intimate offenses that they give Me, and repair with My own Reparations. Console My embittered Heart.” O my afflicted Good, I make Your Life my own, and together with You I intend to repair for all these offenses. I want to enter into the most intimate hiding places of Your Divine Heart and repair with Your own Heart for the most intimate and secret offenses, which You receive from Your dearest ones. O my Jesus, I want to follow You in everything, and together with You I want to go through all the souls who are about to receive You in the Eucharist, enter into their hearts, and place my hands together with Yours, to purify them. O please, O Jesus, with these tears of Yours and this water with which You washed the feet of the apostles, let us wash the souls who must receive You; let us purify their hearts; let us inflame them, and shake off the dust with which they are dirtied, so that, when they receive You, You may find in them Your satisfactions, instead of Your bitternesses.

But, my affectionate Good, while You are all intent on washing the feet of the apostles, I look at You, and I see another sorrow which pierces Your Most Holy Heart. These apostles represent all the future children of the Church, and each of them, the series of each one of Your sorrows. In some, weaknesses, in some, deceits; in one, hypocrisies, in the other, excessive love for interests; in Saint Peter the lack of firmness and all the offenses of the leaders of the Church; in Saint John the offenses of Your most faithful ones; in Judas all of the apostates, with all the series of great evils which they commit. Ah, Your sorrow is suffocated by pain and by Love; so much so, that unable to contain it, You pause at the feet of each apostle and burst into tears, praying and repairing for each one of these offenses, and impetrating the appropriate remedy for all. My Jesus, I too unite myself to You; I make Your Prayers, Your Reparations and Your appropriate Remedies for each soul, my own.

I want to mix my tears with Yours, that You may never be alone, but may always have me with You, to share in Your pains. But, sweet Love of mine, as You continue to wash the feet of the apostles, I see that You are now at Judas’ feet. I hear Your labored breath. I see that You not only cry, but sob, and as You wash those feet, You kiss them, You press them to Your Heart; and unable to speak with Your voice because it is suffocated by crying, You look at him with eyes swollen with tears, and say to him with Your Heart, “ My child, O please, I pray you with the voices of My tears—do not go to hell!

Give Me your soul, which I ask of you, prostrate at your feet. Tell Me, what do you want? What do you demand? I will give you everything, provided that you do not lose yourself. O please, spare this sorrow to Me, your God!” And again, You press those feet to Your Heart. But in seeing the hardness of Judas, Your Heart is cornered; Your Heart suffocates You, and You are about to faint.

My Heart and my Life, allow me to sustain You in my arms. I understand that these are Your Loving devices, which You use with each obstinate sinner. O please, I pray you, my Heart—as I compassionate You and repair for the offenses which You receive from the souls who are obstinate in not wanting to convert, let us go around the earth, and wherever there are obstinate sinners, let us give them Your tears to soften them, Your kisses and Your squeezes of Love to bind them to You, in such a way that they will not be able to escape, and therefore relieve You from the pain of the loss of Judas.

Institution of the Eucharist My Jesus, my joy and delight, I see that Your Love runs, and runs rapidly. You stand up, sorrowful as You are, and You almost run to the altar where there is bread and wine ready for the Consecration. I see You, my Heart, assuming a look wholly New and never seen before. Your Divine Person acquires a tender, Loving, affectionate appearance; Your eyes blaze with Light, more than if they were suns; Your rosy face is radiant; Your lips are smiling and burning with Love; Your Creative Hands assume the attitude of Creating.

I see You, my Love, all transformed; Your Divinity seems to overflow from Your Humanity. My Heart and my Life, Jesus, this appearance of Yours, never before seen, draws the attention of all the apostles.

They are caught by a sweet enchantment and do not dare even to breathe. Your Sweet Mama runs in spirit to the foot of the altar, to admire the portents of Your Love. The Angels descend from Heaven, asking themselves, “What is this? What is this?

These are true follies, true excesses! A God who Creates, not heaven or earth, but Himself. In the most wretched matter of a little bread and a little wine.” But while they are all around You, O insatiable Love, I see that You take the bread in Your hands; You offer it to the Father, and I hear Your most sweet voice say, “ Holy Father, thanks be to You, for always answering Your Son. Holy Father, concur with Me. One day, You sent Me from Heaven to earth to be Incarnated in the Womb of My Mama, to come and save Our children.

Now, allow Me to be Incarnated in each Host, to continue their salvation and be Life of each one of My children. Do You see, O Father? Few hours of My Life are left; who would have the heart to leave My children orphaned and alone? Many are their enemies—the obscurities, the passions, the weaknesses to which they are subject. Who will help them? O please, I supplicate You to let Me stay in each Host, to be Life of each one, and therefore put to flight their enemies; to be their Light, Strength and Help in everything.

Otherwise, where shall they go? Who will help them?

Our Works are Eternal, My Love is irresistible—I cannot leave My children, nor do I want to.” The Father is moved at the tender and affectionate voice of the Son. He descends from Heaven; He is already on the altar, and united with the Holy Spirit, concurs with the Son. And Jesus, with sonorous and moving voice, pronounces the words of the Consecration, and without leaving Himself, Creates Himself in that bread and wine. Then You communicate Your apostles, and I believe that our Celestial Mama did not remain without receiving You. Ah, Jesus, the Heavens bow down and all send to You an act of adoration in Your new state of profound annihilation. But, O sweet Jesus, while Your Love remains pleased and satisfied, having nothing left to do, I see, O my Good, on this altar, Hosts which will perpetuate until the end of centuries; and lined up in each Host, Your whole sorrowful Passion, because the creatures, at the excesses of Your Love, prepare for You excesses of ingratitude and enormous crimes.

And I, Heart of my heart, want to be always with You in each tabernacle, in all the pyxes and in each Consecrated Host which will ever be until the end of the world, to emit my acts of reparation, according to the offenses You receive. O Jesus, I contemplate You in the Holy Host, and as though seeing You in Your Adorable Person, I kiss Your majestic forehead; but in kissing You, I feel the pricks of Your thorns. O my Jesus, in this Holy Host, how many creatures do not spare You thorns. They come before You, and instead of sending You the homage of their good thoughts, they send You their evil thoughts; and You lower Your Head again as You did in the Passion, receiving and bearing the thorns of these evil thoughts. O my Love, I draw near You to share in Your pains; I place all my thoughts in Your Mind in order to expel these thorns that sadden You so much. And may each one of my thoughts flow in each one of Your Thoughts, to make an act of reparation for each evil thought, and therefore console Your sad Mind. Jesus, my Good, I kiss Your beautiful eyes; I see Your Loving Gaze toward those who come before Your Presence, anxious to receive the return of their gazes of love.

But how many come before You, and instead of looking at You and searching for You, look at things which distract them, and so deprive You of the pleasure You feel in the exchange of gazes of love! You cry, and as I kiss You, I feel my lips wet with Your tears. My Jesus, do not cry; I want to place my eyes in Yours to share in these pains with You, and to cry with You. And wanting to repair for all the distracted gazes of creatures, I offer You my gazes, always fixed in You.

Jesus, my Love, I kiss Your Most Holy ears; I now see You intent on listening to what the creatures want from You, in order to console them. But, instead, they send to Your ears prayers badly said, full of diffidence, prayers done out of habit; and in this Holy Host, Your hearing is molested more than in Your very Passion. O my Jesus, I want to take all the Harmonies of Heaven and place them in Your ears to repair You, and I want to place my ears in Yours, not only to share these pains with You, but to offer You my continuous act of reparation, and to console You.

Jesus, my Life, I kiss Your Most Holy Face; I see it bleeding, bruised and swollen. The creatures, O Jesus, come before the Holy Host, and with their indecent postures and evil discourses, instead of giving You honor, seem to send You slaps and spittle. And You, just like in the Passion, receive them in all peace and patience, and You bear everything!

O Jesus, I want to place my face close to Yours, not only to kiss You and to receive the insults that come to You from Your creatures, but to share with You all Your pains. And with my hands, I intend to caress You, wipe off the spit, and press You tightly to my heart; and of my being, to make many tiny little pieces, placing them before You, like many souls who adore You; and to turn my movements into continuous prostrations, to repair for the dishonors You receive from all creatures. My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy lips; I see that in descending Sacramentally into the hearts of Your creatures, You are forced to lean on many cutting, impure, evil tongues. O, how embittered You remain! You feel as though poisoned by these tongues, and it is even worse when You descend into their hearts!

O Jesus, if it were possible, I would want to be in the mouth of each creature, to turn into praises all the offenses You receive from them! My weary Good, I kiss Your Most Holy Head. I see it tired, exhausted, and all occupied in Your crafting of Love. Tell me, what do You do?

And You, “My child, in this Host I work from morning to evening, forming Chains of Love; and as souls come to Me, I bind them to My Heart. But do you know what they do to Me?

Many wriggle free by force, shattering My Loving Chains; and since these Chains are linked to My Heart, I am tortured and become delirious. Then, in breaking My Chains, they render My crafting useless, looking for the chains of the creatures.

And they do this even in My Presence, using Me in order to reach their own ends. This grieves Me so much as to make Me faint and rave.” How much compassion I feel for You, O Jesus! Your Love is cornered, and I, in order to relieve You from the offenses You receive from these souls, I pray You to chain my heart with those Chains broken by them, in order to give You my return of love in their place. My Jesus, my Divine Archer, I kiss Your breast. The Fire You contain in it is such and so much that, in order to give a little vent to Your Flames and to take a little break from Your Work, You begin to play with the souls who come to You, shooting arrows of Love which come out from Your breast toward them. Your Game is to form arrows, darts, spears; and when they strike souls, You become festive. But many, O Jesus, reject them, sending You arrows of coldness, darts of lukewarmness, and spears of ingratitude in return.

And You remain so afflicted as to cry bitterly! O Jesus, here is my breast, ready to receive not only Your arrows destined to me, but also those which the other souls reject; so You will no longer remain defeated in Your Love Game. In this way, I will also repair for the coldness, the lukewarmness and the ingratitude, which You receive from them. O Jesus, I kiss Your left hand, and I intend to repair for all the illicit or blameworthy touches, done in Your Presence; and I pray you always to hold me tightly to Your Heart! O Jesus, I kiss Your right hand, and I intend to repair for all the sacrileges, especially the Masses badly celebrated!

How many times, my Love, You are forced to descend from Heaven into unworthy hands and breasts; and even though You feel nausea for being in those hands, Love forces You to stay. Even more, in some of Your ministers, You find the ones who renew Your Passion, because, with their enormous crimes and sacrileges, they renew the Deicide! Jesus, I am frightened at this thought! But, alas, just as in the Passion You were in the hands of the Jews, You are in those unworthy hands, like a meek lamb, waiting, again, for Your death and also for their conversion. O Jesus, how much You suffer! You would like a loving hand to free You from those bloodthirsty hands. O Jesus, when You are in those hands, I pray you to call me near You, and in order to repair You, I will cover You with the purity of the Angels, I will perfume You with Your Virtues to reduce the nausea You feel in being in those hands, and I will offer You my heart as escape and refuge.

While You are in me, I will pray for Priests, that they may be Your worthy Ministers. O Jesus, I kiss Your left foot, and I intend to repair for those who receive You out of habit and without the necessary dispositions. O Jesus, I kiss Your right foot, and I intend to repair for those who receive You to offend You. O please, when they dare to do this, I pray you to renew the miracle You made with Longinus. Just as You healed him and converted him at the touch of the Blood that gushed forth from Your Heart, pierced by his lance, in the same way, at Your Sacramental touch, convert the offenses into love, and the offenders into lovers! O Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sweet Heart, into which all offenses pour, and I intend to repair for everything, to give You return of love for all, and to share in Your pains, always together with You! O Celestial Archer, if any offense escapes my reparation, I pray you to imprison me in Your Heart and in Your Will, so that I may repair for everything.

I will pray the Sweet Mama to keep me always with Her, in order to repair everything, and for everyone. We will kiss You together, and keeping You sheltered, we will drive away from You the waves of bitterness that You receive from the creatures. O please, O Jesus, remember that I too am a poor sinful soul. Enclose me in Your Heart, and with the Chains of Your Love, not only imprison me, but bind, one by one, my thoughts, my affections, my desires. Chain my hands and my feet to Your Heart, that I may have no other hands and feet but Yours!

And so, my Love, my prison will be Your Heart, my Chains will be made of Love; Your flames will be my Food, Your Breath will be mine, the fences preventing me from going out will be Your Most Holy Will. So I will see nothing but Flames, I will touch nothing but Fire; and while they give me Life, they will give me death, like that You suffer in the Holy Host. I will give You my life, and so, while I remain imprisoned in You, You will be released in me. Is this not Your intent in imprisoning Yourself in the Host, in order to be released by the souls who receive You, becoming Alive in them? And now, as a sign of Love, Bless me, give the mystical kiss of Love to my soul, while I remain clasped and clinging to You. O my Sweet Heart, I see that after You have instituted the Most Holy Sacrament and have seen the enormous ingratitude and the offenses of the creatures at the excesses of Your Love, although wounded and embittered, You do not draw back; rather, You want to drown everything in the immensity of Your Love.

I see You, O Jesus, as You administer Yourself to Your apostles, and then You add that they too must do what You have done, giving them authority to consecrate; and so You ordain them priests and institute the other Sacraments. Thus You take care of everything, and You repair for everything: the sermons badly given, the Sacraments administered and received without disposition, and therefore without effects; the mistaken vocations of priests, on their part and on the part of those who ordain them, not using all means in order to discern the true vocations. Ah, nothing escapes You, O Jesus, and I intend to follow You and to repair for all these offenses. Then, after You have given fulfillment to everything, You gather Your apostles and set out for the Garden of Gethsemane, to begin Your sorrowful Passion. I will follow You in everything, to keep You faithful company. Reflections and Practices Jesus is hidden in the Host to give Life to all. In His hiddenness, He embraces all centuries and gives Light to all.

In the same way, hiding ourselves in Him, we will give life and light to all with our prayers and reparations, even to the heretics and to the unfaithful, because Jesus does not exclude anyone. What should we do in our hiddenness? In order to become similar to Jesus Christ, we must hide everything in Him, that is, thoughts, glances, words, heartbeats, affections, desires, steps and works; even our prayers—we should hide them in the Prayers of Jesus. And just as Loving Jesus embraces all centuries in the Eucharist, we will also embrace them. Clinging to Him, we will be the thought of every mind, the word of every tongue, desire of every heart, step of every foot, work of every arm. By doing this, we will divert from the Heart of Jesus all the evils which all the creatures would want to do to Him, trying to substitute for this evil with all the good we can do, and in such a way that it presses Jesus to give salvation, sanctity and Love to all souls. In order to reciprocate the Life of Jesus, our life must be fully conformed to His own.

The soul must have the intention of being in all the tabernacles of the world in order to continuously keep Him company, and to give Him continuous relief and reparation; and with this intention do all the actions of the day. The first tabernacle is within us, in our heart; therefore we must pay great attention to all that Good Jesus wants to do in us.

Many times, being in our heart, Jesus makes us feel the need of prayer. Ah, it is Jesus who wants to pray, and wants us together with Him, almost identifying Himself with our voice, with our affection and with all our heart in order to make our prayer be one with His own! And so, in order to give honor to the Prayer of Jesus, we will be attentive to give Him all our being, so that Loving Jesus may raise His Prayer to Heaven to speak to the Father, and Renew in the world the effects of His own Prayer. We need to pay attention to each one of our interior motions, because Good Jesus now makes us suffer, now wants us in prayer, now places us in one interior state, now in another, in order to repeat His own Life in us. Let us suppose that Jesus places us in the circumstance of exercising patience. He receives so grave and so many offenses from creatures, that He feels moved to resort to chastisements to strike the creatures.

And here He gives us the opportunity to exercise patience. And we must give Him honor, bearing everything with peace, just as Jesus does. And Our patience will snatch from His Hands the chastisements that other creatures draw from Him, because He will exercise His own Divine Patience within us.

And just as with patience, the same with all the other virtues. In the Sacrament, Loving Jesus exercises all virtues; from Him we will draw fortitude, docility, patience, tolerance, humility, obedience. Good Jesus gives us His Flesh for food, and we will give Him our love, will, desires, thoughts and affections for His nourishment.

In this way we will compete with the Love of Jesus. We will let nothing enter into us that is not Him; therefore, everything we will do—everything must serve to nourish our beloved Jesus.

Our thought must feed the Divine Thought—that is, thinking that Jesus is hidden in us, and wants the nourishment of our thought. So, by thinking in a saintly way, we nourish the Divine Thought.

Our words, heartbeats, affections, desires, steps, works—everything must serve to nourish Jesus. We must place the intention of feeding the creatures in Jesus. O my Sweet Love, in this hour You transubstantiated Yourself into bread and wine. O please, O Jesus, let all that I say and do be a continuous Consecration of Yourself in me and in souls. Sweet Life of mine, when You come into me, let my every heartbeat, every desire, every affection, thought and word feel the power of the Sacramental Consecration in such a way that, being Consecrated, all my little being may become as many hosts in order to give You to souls.

O Jesus, Sweet Love of mine, may I be Your little host in order to enclose in me, like a Living Host, all of Yourself. Fifth Hour: From 9 to 10 PM First Hour of Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane My afflicted Jesus, I feel drawn to this Garden as by an electric current. I comprehend that You, powerful magnet of my wounded heart, are calling me, and I run, thinking to myself, “What are these attractions of Love that I feel within me?

Ah, maybe my persecuted Jesus is in such a state of bitterness as to feel the need of my company.” And I fly. I feel horrified upon entering this Garden. The darkness of the night, the intensity of the cold, the slow moving of the leaves which, like feeble voices, announce pains, sadness and death for my sorrowful Jesus; the sweet twinkling of the stars which, like crying eyes, are all intent on looking, reproach me for my ingratitudes. And I tremble; and gropingly I go in search of Him, and I call Him, “ Jesus, where are You? You call me, and You do not show Yourself?

You call me, and You hide?” Everything is terror; everything is fright and profound silence. But I prick up my ears; I hear a labored breath, and it is Jesus Himself that I find. But what a dismal change! No longer is He the Sweet Jesus of the Eucharistic Supper, whose Face shone with radiant and enrapturing Beauty; but He is sad, of a mortal sadness, such as to disfigure His native Beauty. He already agonizes, and I feel troubled in thinking that maybe I will no longer hear His Voice, because He seems to be dying.

So I cling to His Feet; I become braver—I draw near His arms and I place my hand on His forehead in order to sustain Him, and softly, I call Him, “Jesus, Jesus!” And He, stirred by my voice, looks at me and says, “Child, are you here? I was waiting for you. And this was the sadness that oppressed Me the most: the total abandonment of everyone. And I was waiting for you, to let you be the spectator of My pains, and to let you drink, together with Me, the chalice of bitternesses which, in a little while, My Celestial Father will send Me through the Angel. We will sip from it together, because it will not be a chalice of comfort, but of intense bitternesses, and I feel the need of a few loving souls who would drink at least a few drops of it.

This is why I called you—that you may accept it, share with Me My pains, and assure Me that you will not leave Me alone in such great abandonment.” “Ah, yes my panting Jesus, we will drink together the chalice of Your bitternesses; we will suffer Your pains, and I will never move from Your side!” And afflicted Jesus, assured by me, enters into mortal agony, and suffers pains never before seen or understood. And I, unable to resist and wanting to compassionate Him and relieve Him, say to Him, “ Tell me, why are You so sad, afflicted and alone in this Garden and on this night? This is the last night of Your Life on earth; few hours are left before You begin Your Passion. I thought I would find at least the Celestial Mama, the loving Magdalene, the faithful apostles; but instead, I find You all alone, prey to a sadness that gives You a ruthless death, without making You die.

O my Good and my All, You do not answer me? But it seems You have no speech, so much is the sadness that oppresses You. But, O my Jesus, that Gaze of Yours, full of Light, yes, but afflicted and searching, such that it seems to be looking for help; Your pale Face, Your lips parched with Love, Your Divine Person, trembling from head to foot, Your Heart, beating so intensely—and those Heartbeats search for souls and cause You such a labor that it seems that, any moment now, You are about to breathe Your last—everything tells me that You are alone, and therefore You want my company.

“Here I am, O Jesus, together with You. But I don’t have the heart to see You cast on the ground. I take You in my arms, I press You to my heart; I want to count, one by one, Your anguishes, and, one by one, the offenses which advance toward You, in order to give You relief for everything, reparation for everything, and to give You at least one act of my compassion, for everything. “But, O my Jesus, while I hold You in my arms, Your sufferings increase.

My Life, I feel Fire flowing in Your veins, and I feel Your Blood boiling, wanting to burst the veins to come out. Tell me, my Love, what is it? I do not see scourges, or thorns, or nails, or Cross; yet, as I place my head upon Your Heart, I feel that cruel thorns pierce Your Head, that ruthless scourges spare not even one smallest part, inside and outside of Your Divine Person, and that Your Hands are paralyzed and contorted, more than by nails. Tell me, my sweet Good, who has so much power, also in Your Interior, as to torment You and make You suffer as many deaths for as many torments as he gives You?” Ah, it seems that Blessed Jesus opens His lips, faint and dying, and says to me, “My child, do you want to know what it is that torments Me more than the very executioners?

Rather, those are nothing compared to this! It is the Eternal Love, which, wanting Primacy in everything, is making Me suffer, all at once and in the most intimate parts, what the executioners will make Me suffer little by little.

Ah, My child, it is Love that prevails in everything, over Me and within Me. Love is nail for Me, Love is scourge, Love is crown of thorns—Love is everything for Me. Love is My Perennial Passion, while that of men is in time. Ah, My child, enter into My Heart, come to be dissolved in My Love, and only in My Love will you comprehend how much I suffered and how much I Loved you, and you will learn to love Me and to suffer only out of love.” O my Jesus, since You call me into Your Heart to show me what Love made You suffer, I enter into It. But as I enter, I see the Portents of Love, which crowns Your Head, not with material thorns, but with thorns of Fire; which scourges You, not with lashes of ropes, but with lashes of Fire; which crucifies You with nails, not made of iron, but of Fire. Everything is Fire, which penetrates deep into Your bones and into Your very marrow; and distilling all of Your Most Holy Humanity into Fire, it gives You mortal pains, certainly greater than the very Passion, and prepares a Bath of Love for all the souls who will want to be washed of any stain and acquire the right of children of Love. O, Love without end, I feel like drawing back before such Immensity of Love, and I see that in order to enter into Love and to comprehend it, I should be all love!

O my Jesus, I am not so! But since You want my company, and You want me to enter into You, I pray you to make me become all love. And so I supplicate You to crown my head and each one of my thoughts with the crown of Love. I implore You, O Jesus, to scourge my soul, my body, my powers, my feelings, my desires, my affections—in sum, everything, with the scourge of Love; so that, in everything, I may be scourged and sealed by Love. O Endless Love, let there be nothing in me which does not take life from Love. O Jesus, Center of all loves, I beseech You to nail my hands and my feet, with the nails of Love, so that, completely nailed by Love—Love I may become, Love I may comprehend, with Love I may be clothed, with Love I may be nourished, and Love may keep me completely nailed within You, so that nothing, inside and outside of me, may dare to divert me and take me away from Love, O Jesus!

Reflections and Practices In this hour, abandoned by His Eternal Father, Jesus Christ suffered such a Burning Fire of Love as to be able to destroy all possible and imaginable sins, and to Enflame with His Love all creatures, even from millions and millions of worlds, and all the lost souls of hell if they were not eternally obstinate in their evil. Let us enter into Jesus, and after we have penetrated into His whole Interior, in His most intimate Fibers, in those Heartbeats of Fire, in His Intelligence which was as though Enflamed, let us take this Love and clothe ourselves inside and out with the Fire that Burned Jesus. Then, coming out of Him and pouring ourselves into His Will, we will find there all the creatures. Let us give the Love of Jesus to each one of them, and touching their hearts and minds with this Love let us try to transform them completely into Love. Then, with the Desires, with the Heartbeats, with the Thoughts of Jesus, let us form Jesus in every creature’s heart. And then we will bring to Him all the creatures who have Jesus in their heart, and we will place them around Him, saying to Him, “O Jesus, we bring You all creatures with as many Jesuses in their hearts to give You relief and comfort.

We have no other way to give relief to Your Love other than to bring every creature into Your Heart!” By doing this, we will give true relief to Jesus, since the Flames that Burn Him are such that He keeps repeating, “I Burn, and there is nobody who takes My Love. O please, give Me relief, take My Love and give Me love!” In order to conform to Jesus in everything, we must go back into ourselves, applying these reflections to ourselves: in all that we do, can we say that there is a continuous flow of Love running between us and God? Our life is a continuous flow of Love that we receive from God; if we think, there is a flow of Love; if we work, there is a flow of Love. The word is Love, the heartbeat is Love; we receive everything from God. But do all these actions run toward God with Love?

Does Jesus find in us the sweet enchantment of His Love running toward Him, so that, enraptured by this enchantment, He may overflow with us with more Abundant Love? If we have not placed the intention of running together in the Love of Jesus in all that we have done, we will enter into ourselves and ask Him forgiveness for causing Him the loss of the sweet enchantment of His Love toward us. Do we let ourselves be worked by the Divine Hands, as the Humanity of Jesus Christ let Itself be worked? We must take everything that happens within ourselves, which is not sin, as a Divine Crafting.

If we do not do so, we deny the glory to the Father, we make Divine Life escape, and we lose sanctity. Everything we feel within ourselves—Inspirations, mortifications, Graces—is nothing other than a Crafting of Love. And do we take those things as God wants? Do we give Jesus the freedom to work, or by taking everything in a human manner and as meaningless, do we rather reject the Divine Crafting, forcing Him to fold His Arms? Do we abandon ourselves in His Arms as though we were dead in order to receive all the blows that the Lord will dispose for our sanctification? My Love and my All, may Your Love inundate me everywhere, and Burn all that is not Yours.

And may my love run always toward You, to burn away all that could sadden Your Heart. Sixth Hour: From 10 to 11 PM Second Hour of Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane O my Sweet Jesus, one hour has already passed since You came to this Garden. Love took Primacy over everything, making You suffer, all at once, everything which the executioners will make You suffer through the whole course of Your Most Bitter Passion. Even more, Love compensates for it, and reaches the point of making You suffer what they cannot do to You, in the most interior parts of Your Divine Person.

O my Jesus, I see You now staggering in Your steps; yet, You want to walk. Tell me, O my Good, where do You want to go? Ah, I understand—to see Your beloved disciples. I too want to accompany You, so that if You stagger, I may sustain You. But, O my Jesus, another bitterness for Your Heart, they are already sleeping. And You, always compassionate, call them, wake them up, and with Love all Paternal, admonish them and recommend to them vigil and prayer.

Then You return to the Garden, but You carry another wound in Your Heart. In that wound I see, O my Love, all the piercings of the consecrated souls who, because of temptation, or mood, or lack of mortification, instead of clinging to You, keeping vigil and praying, abandon themselves to themselves and, sleepy, instead of making progress in love and in the union with You, draw back. How much compassion I feel for You, O Passionate Lover; and I repair You for all the ingratitudes of Your most faithful ones. These are the offenses that most sadden Your Adorable Heart, and their bitterness is such that they make You become delirious.

But, O Love without boundaries, Your Love, which is already boiling in Your veins, conquers everything and forgets everything. I see You prostrate to the ground as You Pray, Offer Yourself, Repair and, in everything, try to Glorify the Father for the offenses given to Him by the creatures. I too, O my Jesus, prostrate myself with You, and with You I intend to do what You do. But, O Jesus, Delight of my heart, I see that crowds upon crowds, all sins, our miseries, our weaknesses, the most enormous crimes, the gravest ingratitudes, advance toward You, assail You, crush You, wound You, bite You.

And You—what do You do? The Blood that boils in Your veins comes to face all these offenses, bursts the veins and pours out in large torrents; it makes You all wet, It flows to the ground, and You give Blood for offenses—Life for death. Ah Love, to what a state I see You reduced! You are about to breathe Your last. O, my Good, my Sweet Life, O please, do not die! Raise Your Face from this ground, which You wet with Your Most Holy Blood! Come into my arms!

Let me die in Your place! But I hear the trembling and dying voice of my Sweet Jesus, which says, “Father, if it be possible, let this chalice pass from Me; yet, not My will, but Yours be done.” It is now the second time I hear this from my Sweet Jesus. But what do You make me understand from this “Father, if it be possible, let this chalice pass from Me?” O Jesus, all the rebellions of creatures advance toward You; You see that “Fiat Voluntas Tua,” that “ Your Will be done,” which was to be the Life of each creature, being rejected by almost all of them, and instead of finding Life, they find death. And You, wanting to give Life to all, and to make a Solemn Reparation to the Father for the rebellions of the creature, as many as three times You repeat, “Father, if it be possible, let this chalice pass from Me: that the souls, withdrawing from Our Will, become lost. This chalice is very bitter for Me; yet, not My will, but Yours be done.” But while You say this, Your bitterness is so intense and so great, that You reach the extreme—You agonize, and are about to breathe Your last. O my Jesus, my Good, since You are in my arms, I too want to unite myself to You; I want to repair and compassionate You for all the faults and the sins committed against Your Most Holy Will, and also pray to You that I may always do Your Most Holy Will in everything. May Your Will be my breath, my air; may Your Will be my heartbeat, my heart, my thought, my Life and my death.

But, O please, do not die! Where will I go without You? To whom will I turn? Who will give me help? Everything will end for me!

O please, do not leave me, keep me as You want, as You best please, but keep me with You—always with You! May it never happen that I be separated from You, even for one instant! Rather, let me soothe You, repair You and compassionate You for everything, because I see that all sins, of every kind, weigh upon You. Therefore, my Love, I kiss Your Most Holy Head.

But, what do I see? All the evil thoughts; and You feel disgust for them.

For Your Most Sacred Head, each evil thought is a thorn that pricks You bitterly. Ah, the crown of thorns that the Jews will place upon You cannot be compared with these! How many crowns of thorns the evil thoughts of creatures place upon Your Adorable Head, to the point that Your Blood drips everywhere, from Your forehead and from Your hair! Jesus, I compassionate You, and would like to place upon You as many crowns of glory; and in order to soothe You, I offer You all the Angelic intelligences and Your own Intelligence, to give You an act of compassion and of reparation for all.

O Jesus, I kiss Your pitying eyes, and in them I see all the evil gazes of creatures, which make tears and Blood flow over Your Face. I compassionate You, and I would like to soothe Your sight by placing before You all the pleasures that can be found in Heaven and on earth through union of Love with You. Jesus, my Good, I kiss Your most holy ears. But, what do I hear? I hear in them the echo of horrendous blasphemies, of shouts of revenge, and of malicious gossip.

There is not one voice that does not resound in Your most chaste hearing. O insatiable Love, I compassionate You, and I want to console You by making resound in it all the Harmonies of Heaven, the most sweet voice of Dear Mama, the ardent accents of Magdalene, and of all the loving souls. Jesus, my Life, I want to impress a more fervent kiss on Your Face, whose Beauty has no equal.

Ah, this is the Face on which the Angels, like cupids, desire to fix, for the great Beauty that enraptures them. Yet, the creatures dirty it with spit, beat it with slaps, and trample it underfoot. My Love, what daring!

I would like to shout so loudly as to put them to flight! I compassionate You, and in order to repair for these insults, I go to the Most Holy Trinity, to ask for the kiss of the Father and of the Holy Spirit, and the Divine Caresses of Their Creative Hands. I also go to the Celestial Mama, that She may give me Her kisses, the caresses of Her Maternal hands, and Her Profound Adorations; and I offer You everything, to repair for the offenses given to Your Most Holy Face. My Sweet Good, I kiss Your most holy mouth, embittered by horrible blasphemies, by the nausea of drunkenness and gluttony, by obscene discourses, by prayers done badly, by evil teachings, and by all the evil that man does with his tongue. Jesus, I compassionate You, and I want to sweeten Your mouth by offering You all the Angelic praises and the good use of the tongue made by many holy Christians. My oppressed Love, I kiss Your neck, and I see it loaded down with ropes and chains, because of the attachments and the sins of creatures.

I compassionate You, and in order to relieve You, I offer You the Indissoluble Union of the Divine Persons; and fusing myself in this Union, I extend my arms toward You, and forming a sweet chain of Love around Your neck, I want to remove the ropes of the attachments, which almost suffocate You; and to console You, I press You tightly to my heart. Divine Fortress, I kiss Your Most Holy shoulders. I see them lacerated, and Your flesh almost torn to pieces by the scandals and the evil examples of the creatures. I compassionate You, and in order to relieve You, I offer You Your most holy examples, the examples of the Queen Mama, and those of all the Saints.

And I, O my Jesus, letting my kisses flow over each one of these Wounds, want to enclose in them the souls who, by force of scandals, have been snatched from Your Heart, and so rejoin the flesh of Your Most Holy Humanity. My labored Jesus, I kiss Your breast, which I see wounded by coldness, lukewarmness, lack of correspondence and ingratitudes of the creatures. I compassionate You, and in order to relieve You, I offer You the reciprocal Love of the Father and the Holy Spirit—the Perfect Correspondence of the Three Divine Persons. And plunging into Your Love, O my Jesus, I want to shelter You in order to reject the new blows that the creatures throw at You with their sins; and taking Your Love, I want to wound them with it, that they may never again dare to offend You; and I want to pour it upon Your breast, to soothe You and to heal You. My Jesus, I kiss Your Creative Hands. I see all the evil actions of the creatures, which, like as many nails, pierce Your Most Holy Hands.

Therefore, You remain pierced, not with three nails, as on the Cross, but with as many nails for as many evil works as the creatures commit. I compassionate You, and to give You relief, I offer You all the holy works, and the courage of the martyrs in giving their blood and life for love of You. In sum, O my Jesus, I would like to offer You all the good works, in order to remove from You the many nails of the evil works. O Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy Feet, always untiring in searching for souls. In them You enclose all the steps of the creatures; but You feel many of them run away, and You would want to stop them. At each of their evil steps, You feel a nail being driven into You, and You want to use their very nails in order to nail them to Your Love; and the pain You feel, and the effort You make in order to nail them to Your Love is so intense and so great, that You tremble all over.

My God and my Good, I compassionate You, and in order to console You, I offer You the steps of the good religious and of all the faithful souls, who expose their life in order to save souls. O Jesus, I kiss Your Heart. You continue to agonize, not for what the Jews will make You suffer, but for the pain which all the offenses of the creatures cause You. In these hours You want to give Primacy to Love, the second place to all sins, for which You Expiate, Repair, Glorify the Father, and Placate the Divine Justice; and the third to the Jews. In this way You show that the Passion which the Jews will make You suffer will be nothing but the representation of the Double, Most Bitter Passion which Love and sin make You suffer. And this is why I see, all concentrated in Your Heart, the lance of Love, the lance of sin; and you wait for the third one, the lance of the Jews.

And Your Heart, suffocated by love, suffers violent movements, impatient rushes of Love, desires that consume You, and Burning Heartbeats, which would want to give Life to every heart. And it is exactly here, in Your Heart, that You feel all the pain that creatures cause You, who, with their evil desires, disordered affections, profaned heartbeats, instead of wanting Your Love, look for other loves. Jesus, how much You suffer! I see You faint, submerged by the waves of our iniquities. I compassionate You, and I want to soothe the bitterness of Your Heart, pierced three times, by offering You the Eternal Sweetnesses and the Most Sweet Love of Dear Mama Mary, as well as those of all Your true lovers. And now, O my Jesus, let my poor heart draw Life from Your Heart, that I may live only with Your Heart; and in each offense You will receive, let me be ever ready to offer You a relief, a comfort, a reparation, an act of love, never interrupted. Reflections and Practices In the second hour in Gethsemane, all sins from all times, past, present and future, present themselves before Jesus, and He loads upon Himself all these sins to give complete Glory to the Father.

So, Jesus Christ Expiated, Prayed, and felt all our moods in His Heart without ever ceasing to Pray. And we, do we always pray, in whatever mood we may be—cold, hard, tempted? Do we give Jesus the pains of our soul as reparation and as relief in order to copy Him completely within us, thinking that each mood of ours is a pain of Jesus? As a pain of Jesus, we must place it around Him to compassionate Him and relieve Him. And if possible we must say to Him, “You have suffered too much. Take rest, and we will suffer in Your place.” Do we lose heart, or do we remain at the feet of Jesus with courage, giving Him all that we suffer, so that Jesus may find His own Humanity in us? That is, are we His Humanity for Jesus?

What did the Humanity of Jesus do? It Glorified Its Father, Expiated, and Pleaded the salvation of souls. And we—do we enclose within ourselves these three intentions of Jesus in everything we do, so as to be able to say, “We enclose within ourselves all the Humanity of Jesus Christ?” In our moments of darkness, do we place the intention of making the light of truth shine in others? And when we pray with fervor, do we place the intention of melting the ice of many hearts hardened in sin? My Jesus, in order to compassionate You and relieve You from the total exhaustion in which You find Yourself, I rise up to Heaven and make Your own Divinity my own; and placing It around You, I want to move all the offenses of creatures away from You. I want to offer You Your Beauty to move the ugliness of sin away from You; Your Sanctity to move away the horror of all those souls who make You feel repugnance, because they are dead to grace; Your Peace to move the discords, the rebellions and the disturbances of all creatures away from You; Your Harmonies to relieve Your hearing from the waves of many evil voices.

My Jesus, I intend to offer You as many Divine Acts of Reparation for as many offenses as assault You, almost wanting to give You death. And I intend to give You Life with Your own Acts. Then, O my Jesus, I want to throw a wave of Your Divinity upon all creatures, so that, at Your Divine Contact, they may no longer dare to offend You. Only in this way, O Jesus, will I be able to offer You compassion for all the offenses that You receive from creatures. O Jesus, Sweet Life of mine, may my prayers and my pains rise always toward Heaven, so as to let the Light of Grace rain upon all, and absorb Your own Life in me. Seventh Hour: From 11 PM to Midnight Third Hour of Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane My Sweet Good, my heart can no longer bear it; I look at You and I see that You continue to agonize. Blood flows, in torrents, from all Your Body, and with such abundance, that unable to keep standing, You have fallen into a pool of it.

O my Love, my heart breaks in seeing You so weak and exhausted! Your Adorable Face and Your Creative Hands lean into the ground and are smeared with Blood. It seems to me that to the rivers of iniquities that the creatures send You, You want to answer with rivers of Blood, so that these sins may be drowned in it, and with it You may give to each one the deed of Your Forgiveness. But, O please, O my Jesus, rise; what You suffer is too much. Let it be enough for Your Love! And while my Lovable Jesus seems to be dying in His own Blood, Love gives Him New Life.

I see Him move with difficulty. He stands up, and soaked as He is with Blood and mud, He seems to want to walk, but not having strength, He can barely drag Himself. Sweet Life of mine, let me carry You in my arms. Are You perhaps going to Your dear disciples? But what is not the sorrow of Your Adorable Heart in finding them asleep again! And You, with trembling and feeble voice, call them, “My sons, do not sleep!

The hour is near. Do you not see how I have reduced Myself? O please, help Me, do not abandon Me in these extreme hours!” And almost staggering, You are about to fall near them, while John extends his arms to sustain You. You are so unrecognizable that, if it wasn’t for the tenderness and sweetness of Your voice, they would not have recognized You. Then, recommending vigil and prayer to them, You return to the Garden, but with a second piercing to Your Heart. In this piercing, my Good, I see all the sins of those souls who, in spite of the manifestations of Your favors, in gifts, kisses and caresses, in the nights of trial, forgetting about Your Love and Your Gifts, have remained as though drowsy and sleepy, therefore losing the spirit of continuous prayer and of vigil. My Jesus, it is yet true that after having seen You, after having enjoyed Your Gifts, when one is deprived of them, it takes great strength in order to persist.

Only a miracle can allow these souls to endure the trial. Therefore, as I compassionate You for these souls, whose negligences, fickleness and offenses are the most bitter for Your Heart, I pray that, if they came to taking one single step which might slightly displease You, You will surround them with so much Grace as to stop them, so as not to lose the spirit of continuous prayer! My Sweet Jesus, as You return to the Garden, it seems You cannot take any more. You raise Your Face, soaked with Blood and earth, to Heaven, and You repeat for the third time, “Father, if it be possible, let this chalice pass from Me.

Holy Father, help Me! I need comfort! It is true that because of the sins that weigh upon Me, I am nauseating, repugnant, the least among men, before Your Infinite Majesty; Your Justice is angry with Me—but look at Me, O Father, I am always Your Son, who forms one single thing with You.

O please, help—pity, O Father! Do not leave Me without comfort! Hirens Bootcd 10 4 H33t Next G Plans. ” Then, O my Sweet Good, I seem to hear You call Your dear Mama to Your help, “Sweet Mama, hold Me in Your arms, as You did when I was a Child! Give Me that milk which I suckled from You, to refresh Me and to sweeten the bitternesses of My agony. Give Me Your Heart, which formed all My Contentment. My Mama, Magdalene, dear apostles, all of you who love Me—help Me, comfort Me! Do not leave Me alone in these extreme moments; gather all around Me like a crown; give Me the comfort of Your company, of Your love!” Jesus, my Love, who can resist in seeing You in these extreme conditions?

What heart would ever be so hard as to not break in seeing You so drowned in Blood? Who would not pour bitter tears in torrents, upon hearing Your sorrowful accents, looking for help and comfort?

My Jesus, be consoled, I now see that the Father sends You an Angel as comfort and help, that You may leave this state of agony and give Yourself into the hands of the Jews. And while You are with the Angel, I will go around Heaven and earth. You will allow me to take this Blood that You have shed, that I may give It to all men, as pledge of salvation for each one, and bring You as comfort and in exchange, their affections, heartbeats, thoughts, steps and works. My Celestial Mama, I come to You in order to go to all souls, to give to them the Blood of Jesus. Sweet Mama, Jesus wants comfort, and the greatest comfort we can give Him is to bring Him souls. Magdalene, accompany us! All of you, Angels, come and see how Jesus is reduced!

He wants comfort from all, and His state of exhaustion is such that He refuses no one. My Jesus, while You drink the chalice full of intense bitternesses, which the Celestial Father has sent You, I hear You sigh, moan, rave more, and with suffocated voice, You say, “Souls, souls, come, relieve Me!

Take a place in My Humanity; I want you, I long for you! O please, do not be deaf to My Voices; do not render vain My Ardent Desires, My Blood, My Love, My Pains! Come, souls, come!” Delirious Jesus, each one of Your moans and sighs is a wound to my heart, which gives me no peace.

So I make Your Blood, Your Will, Your Ardent Zeal, Your Love, my own, and wandering around Heaven and earth, I want to go through all souls, to give them Your Blood as a pledge for their salvation, and bring them to You, to calm Your restlessness, Your delirium, and to sweeten the bitternesses of Your agony. And while I do this, You, accompany me with Your Gaze. My Mama, I come to You, because Jesus wants souls—He wants comfort. Therefore, give me Your Maternal hand, and let us go around together, throughout the whole world, searching for souls.

Let us enclose in His Blood the affections, the desires, the thoughts, the works, the steps of all creatures, and let us throw the Flames of His Heart into their souls, that they may surrender, and so, enclosed in His Blood and transformed within His Flames, we will bring them around Jesus, to soothe the pains of His most bitter agony. My Guardian Angel, precede us; go and dispose the souls who must receive this Blood, so that not one drop may remain without Its abundant effect. My Mama, hurry, let us go around!

I see the gaze of Jesus that follows us; I hear His repeated sobs, pushing us to hasten our task. And here we are, Mama, at the first steps, already at the door of the houses where the sick are lying. How many tormented limbs—how many, in the atrocity of the spasms, burst into blasphemies and try to take their own lives away. Others are abandoned by all, and have no one who would offer them a word of comfort, the most necessary aids, and so they swear and despair even more.

Ah, Mama, I hear the sobs of Jesus, who sees, repaid with offenses, the dearest predilections of Love, which make the souls suffer in order to render them similar to Him. O please, let us give them His Blood, that It may administer to them the necessary aids, and with Its Light, It may make them understand the good which is in suffering and the likeness to Jesus they acquire. And You, my Mama, place Yourself near them, and as affectionate Mother, touch their suffering limbs with Your Maternal hands; soothe their pains; take them in Your arms, and pour from Your Heart torrents of graces over all of their pains. Keep company with the abandoned; console the afflicted.

For those who lack the necessary means, dispose generous souls to help them; for those who find themselves under the atrocity of the spasms, impetrate respite and rest, so that, relieved, they may bear with more patience whatever Jesus disposes for them. Let us continue to go around, and let us enter into the rooms of the dying. My Mama what terror! How many souls are about to fall into hell! How many, after a life of sin, want to give the last sorrow to that Heart, repeatedly pierced, by crowning their last breath with an act of desperation. Many demons are around them, striking into their hearts terror and fright of the Divine Judgments, and therefore wage against them the final assault, to lead them to hell. They would want to unleash the infernal flames in order to enwrap them, and therefore prevent the rising of hope.

Others, entangled by the bonds of the earth, are unable to resign themselves to take the last step. O please, O Mama, the moments are extreme, they have great need of help. Don’t You see how they tremble, how they wriggle about in the midst of the spasms of agony, how they ask for help and for pity? The earth has already disappeared for them! Holy Mama, place Your Maternal hand upon their ice-cold forehead; receive their last breaths.

Let us give the Blood of Jesus to each of the dying, so that, putting the demons to flight, It may dispose them all to receive the last Sacraments, and to a good and holy death. For comfort, let us give them the agonies of Jesus, His Kisses, His Tears, His Wounds.

Let us tear the snares which keep them entangled; let us make everyone hear the word of forgiveness, and let us place such confidence in their hearts, as to make them fling themselves into the arms of Jesus. When Jesus will judge them, He will find them covered with His own Blood, abandoned in His arms, and so He will give His Forgiveness to all. Let us continue to go around, O Mama. Let Your Maternal gaze look with Love to the earth, and be moved to compassion for many poor creatures who need this Blood. My Mama, I feel pushed to run by the searching gaze of Jesus, because He wants souls.

I hear His moans in the depth of my heart, repeating to me, “My daughter, help Me, give Me souls!” But see, O Mama, how the earth is filled with souls who are about to fall into sin, and Jesus bursts into crying in seeing His Blood suffer new profanations. It would take a miracle to prevent their fall; therefore, let us give them the Blood of Jesus, that they may find in It the strength and the grace not to fall into sin. One more step, O Mama, and here are the souls already fallen into guilt, who would like a hand in order to stand up again. Jesus Loves them, but He looks at them with horror, because they are covered with mud, and His agony becomes more intense. Let us give them the Blood of Jesus, that they may find the hand that raises them up again.

See O Mama, these are souls who need this Blood—souls who are dead to grace. O, how deplorable is their state!

Heaven looks at them and cries with sorrow; the earth fixes on them with disgust; all the elements are against them and would want to destroy them, because they are enemies of the Creator. O please, O Mama, the Blood of Jesus contains Life, so let us give It to them, so that, at Its Touch, these souls may rise again—and may rise again more beautiful, so as to make all Heaven and all earth smile. Let us continue to wander, O Mama. See, there are souls who carry the mark of perdition; souls who sin and run away from Jesus; who offend Him and despair of His Forgiveness.

These are the new Judases, spread throughout the earth, who pierce that Heart, so embittered. Let us give them the Blood of Jesus, that It may erase from them the mark of perdition, and impress that of salvation. May It place in their hearts such confidence and love after sin, as to make them run to the Feet of Jesus, and cling to those Divine Feet, never to detach from them again.

See, O Mama, there are souls who are hurling themselves toward perdition, and there is no one to arrest their race. O please, let us place this Blood before their feet, so that, at Its Touch, at Its Light, and at Its supplicating Voices which want to save them, they may draw back and place themselves on the path of salvation! Let us continue to go around, O Mama. See, there are good souls, innocent souls, in whom Jesus finds His Delights and His Rest in Creation. But creatures are around them with many snares and scandals, to snatch this innocence away, and to turn the Delights and Rest of Jesus into crying and bitternesses, as if they had no other aim than to cause continuous sorrows to that Divine Heart. So, let us seal and surround their innocence with the Blood of Jesus, like a wall of defense, so that sin may not enter into them.

With It, put to flight whoever wanted to contaminate them, and preserve them spotless and pure, so that Jesus may find, through them, His Rest in Creation and all His Delights; and for Love of them, He may be moved to pity for many other poor creatures. My Mama, let us place these souls in the Blood of Jesus; let us bind them, and bind them all over, with the Holy Will of God; let us place them in His arms, and let us bind them to His Heart with the sweet chains of His Love, in order to soothe the bitternesses of His mortal agony. But listen, O Mama, this Blood cries out and wants yet more souls. Let us run together, and let us go to the regions of the heretics and of the unbelievers. How much sorrow does Jesus not feel in these regions. He, who is the Life of all, receives not even a tiny act of love in return; He is not known by His very creatures. O please, O Mama, let us give them this Blood, that It may cast away the darkness of ignorance and of heresy.

Let them comprehend that they have a soul, and open the Heavens for them. Then, let us place them all in the Blood of Jesus; let us lead them around Him, like many orphaned and exiled children, who find their Father; and so Jesus will feel comforted in His most bitter agony.

But Jesus seems to be not yet satisfied, because He wants yet more souls. He feels the dying souls of these regions being snatched from His arms, to fall into hell. These souls are now about to breathe their last and fall into the abyss. No one is near them to save them. Time is short, the moments are extreme—they will certainly be lost!

No, Mama, this Blood will not be shed uselessly for them; therefore, let us quickly fly to them; let us pour the Blood of Jesus over their heads, that It may serve them as Baptism and infuse in them faith, hope and love. Place Yourself near them, O Mama; make up for all that they lack. Even more, make Yourself seen. On Your face shines the Beauty of Jesus; Your manners are all similar to His; and so, in seeing You, they will certainly be able to know Jesus. Then, press them to Your Maternal Heart; infuse in them the Life of Jesus, which You possess; tell them that, as their Mother, You want them to be happy forever, with You in Heaven; and as they breathe their last, receive them into Your arms, and let them pass from Yours into those of Jesus.

And if Jesus, according to the rights of Justice, will show He does not want to receive them, remind Him of the Love with which He entrusted them to You at the foot of the Cross. Claim Your rights as Mother, so that He will not be able to resist Your Love and Prayers, and while making Your Heart content, He will also content His ardent desires.

And now, O Mama, let us take this Blood and let us give It to all: to the afflicted, that they may receive comfort; to the poor, that they may suffer resigned to their poverty; to those who are tempted, that they may obtain victory; to the disbelieving, that the virtue of Faith may triumph in them; to the blasphemers, that they may turn the blasphemies into benedictions; to the Priests, that they may understand their mission and be worthy ministers of Jesus. With this Blood, touch their lips, that they may say no words which are not of glory to God; touch their feet, that they may let them fly to go in search of souls to lead to Jesus. Let us give this Blood to the leaders of the peoples, that they may be united among themselves, and feel meekness and love for their subjects. Let us fly now into Purgatory, and let us give It also to the purging souls, because they so much cry for and claim this Blood for their liberation. Don’t You hear, O Mama, their moans, the fidgets of love, the tortures, and how they feel continuously drawn to the Highest Good? See how Jesus Himself wants to purge them more quickly in order to have them with Himself. He attracts them with His Love, and they requite Him with continuous surges toward Him.

But as they find themselves in His Presence, unable to yet sustain the Purity of His Divine Gaze, they are forced to draw back and to plunge again into the flames! My Mama, let us descend into this profound prison, and pouring this Blood over them, let us bring them light; let us calm their fidgets of love; let us dampen the fire that burns them; let us purify their stains; and so, free of every pain, they will fly into the arms of the Highest Good. Let us give this Blood to the most abandoned souls, that they may find in It all the suffrages that creatures deny to them. To all, O Mama, let us give this Blood; let us not deprive any of them, so that, by virtue of It, all may find relief and liberation. Be Queen in these regions of crying and of lamentations; extend Your Maternal hands and, one by one, take them out of these ardent flames, and allow them all to take flight toward Heaven. And now, we too, let us fly toward Heaven; let us place ourselves at the gates of eternity and allow me, O Mama, to give this Blood also to You, for Your greater glory. May this Blood inundate You with New Light and with New Contentments.

And let this Light descend for the good of all creatures, to give graces and salvation to all. My Mama, give this Blood also to me; You know how much I need It. With Your own Maternal hands, retouch me completely with this Blood; and while retouching me, purify my stains, heal my wounds, enrich my poverty; let this Blood circulate in my veins and give me again all the Life of Jesus. May It descend into my heart, and transform it into His very Heart; may It embellish me so much that Jesus may find all His Contentments in me. Finally, O Mama, let us enter the Celestial Regions, and let us give this Blood to all the Saints, to all the Angels, that they may receive greater glory, burst into thanksgivings to Jesus, and pray for us, that we may reach them, by virtue of this Blood. And after having given this Blood to all, let us go to Jesus again.

Angels, Saints, come with us. Ah, He sighs for souls; He wants to let them all enter His Humanity, to give to all the fruits of His Blood. Let us place them around Him, and He will feel restored to life, and repaid for the most bitter agony He has suffered. And now, Holy Mama, let us call all the elements to keep Him company, that they too may give honor to Jesus.

O light of the sun, come to dispel the darkness of this night, to give comfort to Jesus. O stars, with your flickering rays, descend from heaven; come and give comfort to Jesus.

Flowers of the earth, come with your fragrances; birds, come with your warblings; all elements of the earth, come to comfort Jesus. Come, O sea, to refresh and wash Jesus. He is our Creator, our Life, our All; come all of you to comfort Him, to pay Him homage as our Sovereign Lord. But—ah, Jesus does not look for light, stars, flowers, birds He wants souls–souls!

Here they are, O my Sweet Good, all together with me. Your Dear Mama is close to You—please rest in Her arms; She too will receive comfort by pressing You to Her Womb, because She greatly shared in Your sorrowful agony. Magdalene also is here; Mary is here, and all the loving souls of all centuries. O please, O Jesus, accept them, and say a word of forgiveness and of Love to all. Bind them all to Your Love, so that not one more soul may escape You! But—ah, it seems to me that You say, “O child, how many souls escape Me by force, and fall into eternal ruin! So, how can My sorrow ever be soothed, if I Love one single soul so much—as much as I Love all souls together?” Agonizing Jesus, it seems that Your Life is extinguishing.

I already hear the rattle of agony, Your beautiful eyes eclipsed by the nearness of death, all of Your limbs abandoned; and often it seems that You no longer breathe. I feel my heart burst with pain. I hug You, and I feel You ice cold. I shake You, and You give no sign of life! Jesus, are You dead?

Afflicted Mama, Angels of Heaven, come to cry over Jesus, and do not permit that I continue to live without Him. Ah, I cannot! I press Him more tightly to myself, and I hear Him taking another breath—and then, again, He gives no sign of life! I call Him, “Jesus, Jesus, my Life, do not die!” But I already hear the clamor of Your enemies, who are coming to take You. Who will defend You in Your state?

But here You are, stirring Yourself as though rising again from death to life, looking at me, and saying to me, “O soul, are you here? Have you then been spectator of My pains and of the so many deaths I suffered? Know that in these three hours of most bitter agony in the Garden, I enclosed in Myself all the lives of the creatures, and I suffered all of their pains, and their very death, giving My own Life to each one of them. My agonies will sustain theirs; My bitternesses and My death will turn into a fount of sweetness and Life for them. How much souls cost Me!

Were I at least requited! You have seen that while I was dying, I would return to breathe again, those were the deaths of the creatures that I felt within Me!” My panting Jesus, since You also wanted to enclose my life in You, and therefore also my death, I pray You, for this most bitter agony of Yours, to come to my assistance at the moment of my death. I have given You my heart as refuge and rest, my arms to sustain You, and all of my being at Your disposal; and—O, how gladly I would give myself into the hands of Your enemies, to die in Your place! Come, O Life of my heart, at that moment, to return to me all I have given You: Your Company, Your Heart as bed and rest, Your arms as support, Your labored Breath to alleviate my labors; in such a way that, in breathing, I will breathe through Your Breath which, like purifying air, will purify me of any stain, and will dispose me to enter the Eternal Beatitude. Even more, my sweet Jesus, then You will give Your very Most Holy Humanity to my soul, so that, in looking at me, You may see me through Yourself; and in looking at Yourself, You may find nothing for which to judge me. Then You will bathe me in Your Blood; You will clothe me with the candid garment of Your Most Holy Will; You will adorn me with Your Love, and giving me the last kiss, You will let me take flight from earth unto Heaven.

And what I want for myself, do it for all the agonizing; clasp them all in Your embrace of Love, and giving them the kiss of their union with You, save them all and allow no one to be lost! My afflicted Good, I offer You this holy Hour in memory of Your Passion and death, to disarm the just wrath of God for the so many sins, for the triumph of the Holy Church, for the conversion of all sinners, for peace among peoples, especially our country, for our sanctification, and in suffrage for the purging souls. But I see that Your enemies are near, and You want to leave me in order to go toward them. Jesus, allow me to offer You all the holy Kisses of Your Most Holy Mother; let me kiss those lips, which Judas is about to dare to kiss with his infernal kiss. Let me dry Your Face, wet with Blood, and upon which slaps and spit are about to pour. I cling tightly to Your Heart, I do not leave You—I will follow You. And You, bless me and assist me.

Reflections and Practices In this third hour of Gethsemane, Jesus asked for help from Heaven; and His pains were so many that He also asked for the comfort of His disciples. And we—do we always ask for help from Heaven in any painful circumstance? And if we turn also to creatures, do we do this with order, and with those who can comfort us in a saintly way? Are we at least resigned, if we do not receive those comforts that we were hoping for, using the indifference of creatures to abandon ourselves more in the arms of Jesus?

Jesus was comforted by an Angel. And we—can we say that we are the angel of Jesus by remaining around Him to comfort Him and share in His bitterness? However, in order to be as a true angel for Jesus, it is necessary to take sufferings as sent by Him, and therefore as Divine Sufferings.

Only then can we dare to console a God so embittered. Otherwise, if we take pains in a human way, we cannot use them to comfort this Man-God, and therefore we cannot be His angels. In the pains that Jesus sends to us, it seems that He sends us the chalice in which we must place the fruit of those pains. And these pains, suffered with love and resignation, will turn into a most sweet nectar for Jesus.

In every pain we will say, “Jesus is calling us around Him to be His angel. He wants our comforts, and so He makes us share in His pains.” My Love, Jesus, in my pains I look for Your Heart to rest, and in Your pains I intend to give You shelter with my pains, so that we may exchange them, and I may be Your consoling angel. Eighth Hour: From Midnight to 1 AM Jesus is arrested O my Jesus, it is already midnight. You feel that Your enemies are drawing near; tidying Yourself up and drying up Your Blood, strengthened by the comforts received, You go to Your disciples again.

You call them, You admonish them, and You take them with You, as You go to meet Your enemies, wanting to repair, with Your Promptness, my slowness, indolence and laziness in working and suffering for love of You. But, O Sweet Jesus, my Good, what a touching scene I see! You first meet the perfidious Judas, who, drawing near You and throwing his arms around Your neck, greets You and kisses You. And You, Most Passionate Love, do not disdain to kiss those infernal lips; You embrace him and press him to Your Heart, wanting to snatch him from hell, and giving him signs of New Love. My Jesus, how is it possible not to love You? The tenderness of Your Love is such that it should snatch every heart to love You; yet, they do not love You!

And You, O my Jesus, in bearing this kiss of Judas, repair for the betrayals, the pretenses, the deceptions under the aspect of friendship and sanctity, especially of priests. Your kiss, then, shows that, not to one sinner, provided that he comes humbled before You, would You refuse Your Forgiveness.

My Most Tender Jesus, You now give Yourself into the hands of the enemies, giving them the power to make You suffer whatever they want. I too, O my Jesus, give myself into Your Hands, that You may do with me, freely, whatever You best please; and together with You, I want to follow Your Will, Your Reparations, and suffer Your pains. I want to be always around You, that there may be no offense which I do not repair; no bitterness which I do not soothe; no spit or blows that You receive, which are not followed by one kiss and caress of mine. In the falls You will suffer, my hands will always be ready to help You in order to lift You.

So, I want to be always with You, O my Jesus; I do not want to leave You alone even for one minute. And to be more certain, place me inside of Yourself, and I will be in Your Mind, in Your Gazes, in Your Heart, and in all of You, so that whatever You do, I may do as well.

In this way, I will be able to keep You faithful company, and nothing of Your pains will escape me, in order to give You my requital of love for everything. My Sweet Good, I will be at Your side to defend You, to learn Your Teachings, to count, one by one, all of Your words. Ah, how sweetly does the word with which You addressed Judas, descend into my heart, “Friend, why have you come?” And I feel that You address me too with the same word—not calling me friend, but by the sweet name of child, ”Child, why have you come?” to hear me answer, “Jesus—to love You.” “Why have you come?” You repeat to me when I wake up in the morning; “Why have you come?” if I pray; “Why have you come?” You repeat to me in the Holy Host, if I come to receive You into my heart. What a beautiful call for me and for all! But how many, to Your “Why have you come?” answer, “I come to offend You!” Others, pretending not to hear You, give themselves to all kinds of sins, and answer Your “Why have you come?” by going to hell! How much compassion I feel for You, O my Jesus! I would like to take the very ropes with which Your enemies are about to bind You, in order to bind these souls and spare You this sorrow.

But, again, I hear Your most tender voice that says, as You go to meet Your enemies, “Who are you looking for?” And they answer, “ Jesus the Nazarene.” And You, to them, “It is I.” With only this word You say everything, and You let Yourself be known for who You are; so much so, that the enemies tremble and fall to the ground, as though dead. And You, Love that has no equal, repeating again, “ It is I,” call them back to life and You give Yourself, on Your own, into the power of the enemies.

Perfidious and ungrateful, instead of falling at Your feet, humbled and palpitating, to ask for Your Forgiveness, taking advantage of Your Goodness and despising Your Graces and Prodigies, they lay hands on You, they bind You with ropes and chains, they grip You, they cast You to the ground, they trample upon You, they tear Your hair. And You, with unheard-of patience, remain silent, suffering and Repairing for the offenses of those who, in spite of miracles, do not surrender to Your Grace, and become more obstinate. With those ropes and chains, You impetrate from the Father the grace to snap the chains of our sins, and You bind us with the sweet chain of Love. And, Lovingly, You correct Peter, who wants to defend You to the point of cutting off the ear of Malchus. With this, You intend to Repair for the good works, which are not done with holy prudence, or which fall into sin because of excessive zeal. My Most Patient Jesus, it seems that these ropes and chains give something more beautiful to Your Divine Person.

Your forehead becomes more majestic, so much so, as to draw the attention of Your enemies themselves; Your eyes blaze with more Light; Your Divine Face assumes a Supreme Peace and Sweetness, such as to enamor Your very executioners. With Your sweet and penetrating accents, though few, You make them tremble; so much so, that if they dare to offend You, it is because You Yourself allow them to do so. O chained and bound Love, can You ever allow Yourself to be bound for me, making a greater display of Your Love toward me, while I, Your little child, remain without chains?

No, no; rather, with Your Most Holy hands, bind me with Your own ropes and chains. Therefore I pray you, as I kiss Your Divine Forehead, to bind all of my thoughts, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, my heart, my affections, and all of me; and together with me, bind all creatures, so that, in feeling the sweetnesses of Your Loving Chains, they may never again dare to offend You. My Sweet Good, it is now one o’clock. My mind begins to doze off.

I will do the best I can in order to stay awake; but if sleep surprises me, I leave myself inside of You, in order to follow whatever You do; even more, You Yourself will do it for me. In You I leave my thoughts, to defend You from Your enemies; my breathing, as cortege and company; my heartbeat, to tell You, constantly, that I love You and to make up for the love which the others do not give You; the drops of my blood, to repair You and to render back to You the honor and the esteem which they will take away from You with insults, spit and slaps. My Jesus, bless me and let me sleep in Your Adorable Heart; and from Your Heartbeats, accelerated by Love or by sorrow, I will be able to wake up often, so as not to interrupt our company. Let us make this agreement, O Jesus! Reflections and Practices Jesus promptly gave Himself into the hands of the enemies, seeing the Will of the Father in His enemies. In the deceptions, in the betrayals of creatures, are we ready to forgive as Jesus forgave?

Do we take from the hands of God all the evil that we receive from creatures? Are we ready to do all that Jesus wants from us? In the crosses, in the strains, can we say that our patience imitates that of Jesus? My chained Jesus, may Your chains bind my heart and keep it still, to make it ready to suffer everything You want. Ninth Hour: From 1 to 2 AM Thrown from a ledge, Jesus falls into the Cedron Stream My beloved Good, my poor mind follows You between vigil and sleep.

How can I leave myself prey to sleep, when I see that everyone leaves You and runs away from You? The apostles themselves, the fervent Peter, who a little while ago said he wanted to give his life for You; the beloved disciple whom, with so much love, You allowed to rest upon Your Heart—ah, they all abandon You, and leave You at the mercy of Your cruel enemies! My Jesus, You are alone! Your most pure eyes look around to see if at least one of those favored by You is following You to prove to You his love and to defend You. And as You see that no one—no one has remained faithful to You, Your Heart catches, and You burst into crying.

And You feel more pain for the abandonment of Your most faithful ones, than for what the very enemies are doing to You. My Jesus, do not cry; or rather, let me cry together with You.

And Lovable Jesus seems to say, “Ah, child, let us cry together over the lot of so many souls consecrated to Me, who, over little trials, over incidents of life, no longer take care of Me and leave Me alone; for many others, timid and cowardly, who, for lack of courage and trust, abandon Me; for many upon many who, not finding their own advantage in holy things, do not care about Me; for many priests who preach, who celebrate, who confess for love of interest and of self-glory. These show that they are around Me, but I remain always alone! Ah, child, how hard is this abandonment for Me! Not only do My eyes cry, but My Heart bleeds! O please, I pray you to repair My bitter pain by promising that you will not leave Me alone.” Yes, O my Jesus, I promise, helped by Your Grace, identifying myself with Your Divine Will. But, O Jesus, while You cry over the abandonment of Your dear ones, the enemies spare no outrage that they can do to You. Gripped and bound as You are, O my Good, to the point that You cannot even take a step by Yourself, they trample on You; they drag You along those ways full of rocks and thorns, such that there is no movement which does not make You knock against the rocks and be pricked by the thorns.

Ah, my Jesus, I see that as they drag You, You leave behind Yourself Your Precious Blood, and Your golden hair that they tear from Your Head! My Life and my All, allow me to gather it, that I may bind all the steps of the creatures who do not spare You even at nighttime; rather, they use the night to offend You more—some for gatherings, some for pleasures, some for theatricals, some for committing sacrilegious thefts! My Jesus, I unite myself to You in order to repair for all these offenses.

But, O my Jesus, we are now at the Cedron Stream, and the perfidious Jews prepare to throw You into it. They make You bump against a rock that is there, with such violence as to make You shed Your Most Precious Blood from Your mouth, with which You mark that rock! Then, pulling You, they cast You down into those putrid waters, in such a way that these enter into Your ears, into Your mouth, into Your nostrils. O, Unreachable Love, You remain inundated and as though wrapped by those putrid, nauseating and cold waters. And in this way, You represent, vividly, the heart-rending state of creatures when they commit sin!

O, how they remain covered, inside and out, by a mantle of filth, such as to be disgusting to Heaven and to whoever can see them, therefore attracting the lightnings of Divine Justice upon themselves! O, Life of my life, can there ever be greater love? In order to remove from us this mantle of filth, You allow Your enemies to throw You into this stream, and You suffer everything to repair for the sacrileges and the coldness of the souls who receive You sacrilegiously, and who, more than the stream, force You to enter into their hearts, and to make You feel all of their nausea!

You also permit that these waters penetrate deep into Your bowels; so much so, that the enemies, fearing that You may be drowned, in order to spare You for greater torments, lift You up. But You are so disgusting that they themselves, feel nauseated to touch You. My Tender Jesus, You are now out of the stream. My heart cannot bear seeing You so wettened by those nauseating waters. I see You shivering from head to foot because of the cold. You look around, searching with Your eyes, what You cannot do with Your voice, for one at least who would dry You, clean You and warm You. But, in vain—no one is moved to pity for You.

The enemies mock You and deride You; Your own have abandoned You; Your Sweet Mama is far away, because the Father so disposes! Here I am, O Jesus—come into my arms. I want to cry so much as to form a bath for You in order to wash You, clean You, and with my hands, fix Your hair, which is all disheveled. My Love, I want to enclose You in my heart to warm You with the warmth of my affections; I want to perfume You with my holy desires; I want to repair for all these offenses, and place my life together with Yours, in order to save all souls. I want to offer You my heart as a place of rest, to be able to somehow relieve You from the pains You have suffered up to now; and then, we will continue together the way of Your Passion. Reflections and Practices In this hour Jesus abandoned Himself at the mercy of His enemies, who reached the point of throwing Him into the Cedron Stream. But the Humanity of Jesus looked at all of them with Love, bearing everything for Love of them.

And we—do we abandon ourselves at the mercy of the Will of God? In our weaknesses and falls, are we ready to stand up again to throw ourselves into the arms of Jesus?

Tormented Jesus was thrown into the Cedron Stream, feeling suffocation, nausea and repugnance. And we—do we abhor any stain and shadow of sin? Are we ready to give shelter to Jesus in our heart, so as not to make Him feel the nausea which other souls give Him with sin, and to compensate for the nausea that we ourselves have given Him many times? My tormented Jesus, do not spare me in anything, and let me be the object of Your Divine and Loving Aims!

Tenth Hour: From 2 to 3 AM Jesus is presented to Annas Jesus, be always with me. Sweet Mama, let us follow Jesus together.

My Jesus, Divine Sentry, watching over me in Your Heart, and not wanting to remain alone without me, You wake me up and let me be present with You in the house of Annas. You are now at the moment in which Annas questions You about Your Doctrine and Your disciples. And You, O Jesus, in order to defend the Glory of the Father, open Your Most Sacred Mouth, and with sonorous and dignified voice, answer, “I have spoken in public, and all those here present have heard Me.” At Your dignified accents, all feel trembling, but their perfidy is such that a servant, wanting to honor Annas, comes close to You and with a fierce hand gives You a slap, but so violent as to make You stagger, and to bruise Your Most Holy Face.

Now I understand, my Sweet Life, why You woke me up. You were right; who would sustain You at this moment, as You are about to fall? Your enemies burst into satanic laughter, whistling and clapping, applauding an act so unjust. And You, staggering, have no one to lean on. My Jesus, I hug You; even more, I want to form a wall with my being and I offer You my cheek with courage, ready to bear any suffering for love of You. I compassionate You for this outrage, and together with You I repair for the fearfulness of many souls, who get easily discouraged. I repair for all those who, out of fear, do not speak the truth; for the lack of respect due to Priests, and for murmuring.

But, my afflicted Jesus, I see that Annas sends You to Caiaphas. Your enemies hurl You down the stairs, and You, my Love, in this painful fall repair for those who at nighttime fall into sin under the cover of darkness, and You call the heretics and the unbelievers to the Light of Faith. I too want to follow You in these Reparations, and on the way to Caiaphas, I send You my sighs in order to defend You from Your enemies. And while I sleep, continue to be my sentry, and wake me up whenever You need to.

Give me Your Kiss and Your Blessing, and I kiss Your Heart, and in It I continue my sleep. Reflections and Practices Jesus, brought before Annas, is questioned by him about His Doctrine and about His disciples. He answers about His Doctrine in order to Glorify the Father, but He does not touch His disciples so as not to fail in Charity.

And we—are we intrepid and courageous when it comes to glorifying the Lord, or do we let ourselves be won by human respect? We must always say the truth, even in front of distinguished people.

In our speaking, do we always look for the Glory of God? In order to exalt the Glory of God, do we bear everything with patience like Jesus? Do we always avoid speaking ill of our neighbor, and do we excuse him if we hear that others run him down? Jesus watches over our heart, and do we watch over the Heart of Jesus so that He may not receive any offense that has not been repaired by us? Do we watch over ourselves in everything, so that each one of our thoughts, gazes, words, affections, heartbeats and desires may be as many sentries around Jesus, watching over His Heart, and repairing for all the offenses?

And in order to do this, do we pray Jesus to watch over each one of our acts, and to help us to watch over our own hearts? Every act that we do in God is a Divine Life that we take within ourselves. And since we are very limited, while God is Immense, we cannot enclose a God in our simple act. Therefore, let us multiply them as much as we can in order to at least enlarge our capacity of understanding and of love. Are we ready to answer when our Jesus calls us? The call from God can make itself heard in many ways: with inspirations, with the reading of good books, by example.

It can make itself heard tangibly with the attractions of grace, and even with the very intemperances of the air. My Sweet Jesus, may Your Voice resound always in my heart; may everything that surrounds me, inside and out, be the continuous voice which calls me to love You always; and may the harmony of Your Divine Voice prevent me from hearing any other distractive human voice. Eleventh Hour: From 3 to 4 AM Jesus in the house of Caiaphas My afflicted and abandoned Good, while my weak nature sleeps in Your Sorrowful Heart, my sleep is often interrupted by the pangs of Love and sorrow of Your Divine Heart. Between vigil and sleep, I hear the blows that they give You, so I wake up and I say, “My poor Jesus, abandoned by everyone! There is no one who takes Your part. But from within Your Heart I offer You my life as support for You, as they knock You about.” And I fall asleep again; but another pang of Love of Your Divine Heart wakes me up, and I am deafened by the insults that they send You, by the whispering, by the shouting and by the running of people.

My Love, how is it that they are all against You? What have You done that they want to tear You to pieces like many rabid wolves? I feel my blood freeze in hearing the preparations of Your enemies, and I tremble and am anguished thinking of what to do in order to defend You. But my afflicted Jesus, keeping me in His Heart, squeezes me more tightly, and says to me, “My child, I have done nothing wrong, and I have done everything. Mine is the crime of Love, which contains all sacrifices, and Love of Immeasurable Cost. We are still at the beginning; remain in My Heart, observe everything, love Me, be silent, and learn.

Let your ice cold blood flow in My veins so as to refresh My Blood which is all in Flames. Let your trembling flow within My limbs, so that, being identified with Me, you may be strengthened and warmed in order to feel part of My pains, and you may also acquire strength in seeing Me suffer so much. This will be the most beautiful defense that you can make for Me.

Be faithful to Me, and be attentive.” Sweet Love of mine, the clamor of Your enemies is so intense and so great that I can no longer sleep. The shoves become more violent. I hear the noise of the chains with which they bound You, and so tightly as to make living Blood ooze from Your wrists, with which You mark those streets. Remember that my blood is in Yours, and as You shed It, mine kisses It, adores It and repairs It. May Your Blood be light to all those who offend You at night, and a magnet to draw all hearts around You, my Love and my All. While they drag You, the air seems to be deafened by shouts and whistles.

And You arrive before Caiaphas. You are all meek, modest, humble; Your Sweetness and Patience is such as to terrorize even Your enemies; and Caiaphas, full of rage, would want to devour You. Ah, how well can Innocence and sin be distinguished! My Love, You are before Caiaphas as the most guilty, in the act of being condemned.

Indeed, Caiaphas asks the witnesses what Your crimes are. Ah, he should rather have asked what is Your Love! And some accuse You of one thing, some of another, speaking nonsense and contradicting themselves.

As they accuse You, the soldiers who are near You tear Your hair, and unload horrible slaps on Your Most Holy Face, such as to resound through the whole room; they twist Your lips, they hit You, while You remain silent and suffer. House Of Broken Promises Using The Useless Rar File. And if You look at them, the light of Your eyes descends into their hearts, and unable to sustain it, they move away from You.

But others take their place, to make of You a greater slaughter. But in the midst of many accusations and offenses, I see You pricking up Your ears and Your Heart beats strongly, and is about to burst with pain. Tell me, my afflicted Good, what is it?

I see that Your Love is so great that You anxiously await what Your enemies are doing to You, and You Offer it for our salvation. And in total calm, Your Heart repairs for slanders, hatred, false witnessings, and for the evil done to innocents with premeditation; and You Repair for those who offend You upon the instigation of leaders, and for the offenses of the ecclesiastics. And while I am united with You, following Your own Reparations, I feel a change in You—from a new sorrow, never before felt. Tell me, tell me, what is it? Share everything with me, O Jesus.

“Child, do you want to know? I hear the voice of Peter who says he does not know Me.

Then he swore, and then, again, he perjured and anathematized of not knowing Me. O Peter, what! You do not know Me? Don’t you remember with how many gifts I filled you? Ah, if others make Me die of pains, you make Me die of sorrow! Ah, how wrong it was of you to follow Me from a distance, and so expose yourself to the occasions!” My denied Good, how quickly the offenses of Your dearest ones can be recognized! O Jesus, I want to make my heartbeat flow within Yours to soothe the harrowing spasm that You suffer.

And my heartbeat in Yours swears loyalty and love to You, and repeats and swears thousands and thousands of times that I know You. But Your Love is not yet calmed, and You try to look at Peter. At Your Loving Glances, dripping with tears because of his denial, Peter is moved, and he cries and leaves.

And You, having led him to safety, calm Yourself, and in this way Repair the offenses of the Popes and of the leaders of the Church, especially of those who expose themselves to occasions. Meanwhile, Your enemies continue to accuse You; and in seeing that You do not answer to their accusations, Caiaphas says to You, “I beseech You, for the sake of the living God, tell me—are You really the true Son of God?” And You, my Love, having the word of Truth always on Your lips, with Supreme Majesty, and with sonorous and gentle voice, such that all are struck, and the very demons plunge themselves into the abyss, answer, “You say so. Yes, I am the True Son of God, and one day I will descend on the clouds of Heaven to judge all nations.” At Your Creative Words, all remain silent—they shudder and feel frightened. But Caiaphas, recovering after a few moments of fright, and full of rage, more than a fierce animal, says to all, “What need do we have of more witnesses? He has already uttered a great blasphemy!

What more are we waiting for to condemn him? He is already guilty to death!” And to give more strength to his words, he tears his clothes with such rage and fury that all, as though one, hurl themselves at You, my Good; and some punch Your Head, some tear Your hair, some slap You, some spit on Your Face, some trample upon You. The torments that they give You are so intense and so many that the earth trembles and the Heavens are shaken. My Love and my Life, Jesus, as they torment You, my poor heart is lacerated by the pain. O please, allow me to leave Your Sorrowful Heart and face all these offenses in Your place. Ah, if it were possible, I would like to snatch You from the hands of Your enemies. But You do not want it, because the salvation of all requires it, and I am forced to resign myself.

But, Sweet Love of mine, let me tidy You up, fix Your hair, remove the spit, dry Your Blood, and enclose myself in Your Heart, as I see that Caiaphas, tired, wants to withdraw, delivering You into the hands of the soldiers. Therefore, I bless You; and You, bless me and give me the kiss of Your Love. And I enclose myself in the furnace of Your Divine Heart to sleep. I place my mouth on Your Heart, so that in breathing, I may kiss You, and from the differences in Your heartbeats, more or less suffering, I may sense whether You are suffering or resting.

Therefore, making wings of my arms to keep You sheltered, I hug You, I cling tightly to Your Heart, and I fall asleep. Reflections and Practices Jesus, presented to Caiaphas, is unjustly accused and subjected to unheard-of tortures. Questioned, He always says the truth. And we—when the Lord allows that we be slandered and unjustly accused, do we look only for God, Who knows our innocence; or do we rather beg esteem and honor from creatures? Does truth always arise on our lips? Are we averse to any trick and lie? Do we bear with patience the mockeries and the confusions that creatures give us?

Are we ready to give our life for their salvation? O my Sweet Jesus, how different I am from You! Please, let my lips always speak the truth so as to wound the heart of those who listen to me, and lead everyone to You! Twelfth Hour: From 4 to 5 AM Jesus at the mercy of the soldiers My Most Sweet Life, Jesus, while sleeping, clinging to Your Heart, I often feel the pricks of the thorns which prick Your Most Holy Heart.

And wanting to wake up together with You, that You may have at least one who notices all of Your pains and feels compassion for You, I cling more tightly to Your Heart; and feeling Your prickings more vividly, I wake up. But, what do I see? What do I hear? I would like to hide You in my heart to expose myself in Your place, and receive upon myself pains so intense, insults and humiliations so incredible. But only Your Love could bear so many outrages.

My Most Patient Jesus, what could You expect from people so inhuman? I now see that they are making fun of You. They cover Your Face with thick spit; the light of Your beautiful eyes is covered by the spit; and You, pouring rivers of tears for our salvation, push that spit away from Your eyes, and Your enemies, with hearts incapable of seeing the Light of Your eyes, cover them with spit again. Others, becoming braver in evil, open Your most sweet mouth and fill it with disgusting spit, to the point that they themselves feel nausea. And since some of that spit flows away, revealing, in part, the Majesty of Your Face and Your superhuman Sweetness, they shudder and feel ashamed of themselves.

And in order to feel more free, they blindfold You with a miserable rag, to be able to hurl themselves, unrestrained, at Your Adorable Person. And so they beat You up without pity; they drag You; they trample You under their feet and they repeat the blows and the slaps to Your Face and over Your Head, scratching You, and tearing Your hair, and pushing You from one point to another. Jesus, my Love, my heart cannot bear seeing You in the midst of so many pains.

You want me to notice everything, but I feel I would rather cover my eyes so as not to see scenes so painful, which tear the heart from any chest. But my love for You forces me to look at what happens to You. And I see that You utter not a breath, that You say not a word to defend Yourself; that You are in the hands of these soldiers like a rag, and they can do with You whatever they want.

And in seeing them jumping on You, I fear You may die under their feet. My Good and my All, the sorrow I feel for Your pains is so great, that I would like to shout so loudly as to be heard up there in Heaven, and call the Father, the Holy Spirit and all the Angels; and here on earth, from one point to another, to call Sweet Mama first, and all the souls who love You, so that, forming a circle around You, we may prevent these insolent soldiers from drawing near You to insult You and torment You more. Together with You, we repair for all the night sins, especially those committed at night by sectarians, over Your Sacramental Person, and for all the offenses of the souls who do not remain faithful in the night of trial. But I see, my insulted Good, that the soldiers, tired and drunk, would like to rest, and my poor heart, oppressed and lacerated by Your so many pains, does not want to remain alone with You—it feels the need of another company. O please, my Sweet Mama, be my inseparable company; let us embrace Jesus together, in order to console Him!

O Jesus, together with Mama, I kiss You and I bless You; and with Her, I will have the sleep of Love upon Your Adorable Heart. Reflections and Practices In this hour Jesus is in the midst of the soldiers with imperturbable courage and iron constancy. God as He is, He suffers all the strains which the soldiers inflict upon Him, and looks at them with so much Love that He seems to invite them to give Him more pains. And we—are we constant during repeated sufferings, or do we lament, get irritated and lose peace; that peace of the heart which is necessary to allow Jesus to find a happy dwelling within us?

Firmness is that virtue which makes us know whether God really reigns in us. If ours is true virtue, we will be firm in trial, with a firmness that is not inconstant, but always balanced. And it is this sole firmness that gives us peace.

The more we become firm in good, in suffering, and in working, the more we enlarge the field around us, in which Jesus will expand His graces. Therefore, if we are inconstant, our field will be small, and Jesus will have little or no space. But if we are firm and constant, as Jesus finds a very extensive field, He will find in us His shelf and support, and the place in which to extend His graces. If we want our beloved Jesus to rest in us, let us surround Him with His own firmness, with which He operated for the salvation of our souls.

Being sheltered, He will remain in our heart in sweet rest. Jesus looked with Love at those who mistreated Him, and do we look at those who offend us with the same Love? And is the love we show to them so great as to be a voice for their hearts—so powerful as to convert them to Jesus? My Jesus, boundless Love, give me this Love and let each pain of mine call souls to You. Thirteenth Hour: From 5 to 6 AM Jesus in prison My Prisoner Jesus, I have awakened and I do not find You. My heart beats very strongly; it fidgets with love. Tell me, where are You?

My Angel, bring me to the house of Caiaphas. But I go round and around, I search everywhere, and I do not find You. My Love, hurry, with Your Hands move the chains with which You keep my heart bound to Yours, and draw me to You, that I may take flight and come to throw myself into Your arms. And You, Jesus, my Love, wounded by my voice and wanting my company, now draw me toward You; and I see that they have put You in prison. My heart exults with joy in finding You, but I feel it wounded with sorrow in seeing the state to which they have reduced You. I see You with Your hands tied behind You to a column, and with Your Feet bound and gripped.

I see Your Most Holy Face bruised, swollen and bleeding from the horrible slaps received. Your most pure eyes are blackened; Your pupils are tired and sad from the vigil; Your hair is all disarranged; Your Most Holy Person is all beaten up, and You cannot even help Yourself and clean Yourself, because You are bound. And I, O my Jesus, with a sob of crying, clinging to Your Feet, say, “Alas, how You have been reduced, O Jesus!” And Jesus, looking at me, answers, “Come, O My child, and be attentive to everything you see Me doing, in order to do it together with Me, that I may continue My Life in you.” And to my amazement, I now see that instead of occupying Yourself with Your pains, with an Indescribable Love, You think about Glorifying the Father, to compensate Him for all that we owe; and You call all souls around You, to take all of their evils upon Yourself and give to them all Goods. And since the day is dawning, I hear Your most sweet voice say, “Holy Father, I give You thanks for all I have suffered and for all that is left for Me to suffer. And just as this dawn calls the day and the day makes the sun rise, so may the Dawn of Grace arise in all hearts; and as daylight rises, may I, Divine Sun, rise in all hearts and Reign over all. Do you see these souls, O Father?

I want to answer You for all of them, for their thoughts, words, works and steps—at the cost of Blood and death.” My Jesus, Love with no boundaries, I unite myself to You, and I too thank You for all that You have made me suffer, and for all that is left for me to suffer. And I pray You to make the Dawn of Grace arise within all hearts, so that You, Divine Sun, may rise again in all hearts and Reign over them. But I also see, my Sweet Jesus, that You Repair for all the very first thoughts, affections and words, which, at the rising of the day, are not offered to You to honor You; and that You call to Yourself, as though in custody, the thoughts, the affections and the words of the creatures, in order to repair for them and give to the Father the glory they owe Him. My Jesus, Divine Master, since we have one hour free in this prison and we are alone, not only do I want to do what You are doing, but I want to clean You, to fix Your hair, and to fuse myself completely in You.

So I draw near Your Most Sacred Head, and in rearranging Your hair, I want to repair for so many minds, distraught and full of earth, which have not one thought for You. And fusing myself in Your Mind, I want to reunite all the thoughts of the creatures within You and fuse them in Your Thoughts, in order to find sufficient reparation for all evil thoughts, and for so many suffocated enlightenments and inspirations. I would like to make all thoughts one with Yours, to give You true reparation and perfect glory. My afflicted Jesus, I kiss Your eyes, sad and filled with tears. Having Your Hands bound to the column, You cannot dry them, or remove the spit with which they smeared You.

And since the position in which they bound You is excruciating, You cannot close Your tired eyes to take rest. My Love, how gladly would I offer You my arms as bed, to give You rest. And I want to dry Your eyes, and ask for Your Forgiveness, and repair for all the times we have not had the aim of pleasing You, and of looking at You to see what You wanted from us, what we were supposed to do, and where You wanted us to go. I want to fuse my eyes in Yours, and also those of all creatures, to be able to repair with Your own eyes for all the evil we have done with our sight. My compassionate Jesus, I kiss Your most holy ears, tired from the insults of the whole night, and much more so from the echo of all the offenses of the creatures which resounds in Your hearing.

I ask for Your Forgiveness, and I repair for all the times You have called us and we have been deaf, or we have pretended not to hear You; and You, my weary Good, have repeated Your calls – but in vain! I want to fuse my hearing in Yours, and also that of all creatures, to make You a continuous and complete reparation. Enamored Jesus, I adore and kiss Your Most Holy Face, all bruised by the slapping. I ask for forgiveness and I repair for all the times You have called us to offer reparation, and we, uniting to Your enemies, have given You slaps and spit. My Jesus, I want to fuse my face in Yours, to restore Your natural Beauty, giving You full reparation for all the contempt given to Your Adorable Majesty. My embittered Good, I kiss Your most sweet mouth, hurt by blows and parched by Love. I want to fuse my tongue in Yours, and also the tongues of all creatures, in order to repair with Your own tongue for all sins and evil discourses.

And I want, my thirsty Jesus, to unite all voices into one with Yours, so that, when we are about to offend You, as Your voice flows in those of all creatures, it may suffocate the voices of sin and turn them into voices of praise and of love. Chained Jesus, I kiss Your neck, oppressed by heavy chains and by ropes, which, going from Your chest to the back of Your shoulders and passing through Your arms, keep You bound, very tightly, to the column.

Your hands are already swollen and blackened from the tightness of the knots, and they spurt blood from several points. O please, allow me to release You, my bound Jesus; and if You Love to be bound, allow me to bind You with the chains of love, which, being sweet, instead of making You suffer, will soothe You. And as I release You, I want to fuse myself in Your neck, in Your chest, in Your shoulders, in Your Hands, in Your Feet, to be able to repair together with You for all attachments, and therefore give to all the chains of Your Love; to be able to repair with You for all the coldnesses, and so fill the breasts of all creatures with Your Fire, as I see that You have so much of it, that You are unable to contain it; and to be able to repair with You for all illicit pleasures and for love of comforts, to give to everyone the spirit of sacrifice and love of suffering. And I want to fuse myself in Your Hands to repair for all the evil works, for the good done badly and with presumptuousness, and give to all the fragrance of Your Works.

And I want to fuse myself in Your Feet, to block all the steps of the creatures, and so repair for them and give Your steps to all, to make them walk in a saintly way. Finally, my Sweet Life, as I fuse myself in Your Heart, allow me to enclose all the affections, heartbeats and desires, to repair for them together with You, and to give to everyone Your affections, heartbeats and desires, so that no one may ever again offend You. But I hear the noise of the creaking of the key: Your enemies are now coming to take You out of prison. And I tremble, Jesus; I feel my blood running cold. You will again be in the hands of Your enemies. What will happen to You?

I seem also to hear the creaking of the keys of the tabernacles. How many desecrating hands come to open them, and maybe to make You descend into sacrilegious hearts? Into how many unworthy hands You are forced to find Yourself! My prisoner Jesus, I want to be in all of Your prisons of Love, to be spectator when Your ministers release You, and to keep You company and repair for the offenses You may receive. I see that Your enemies are near, while You greet the rising sun on the last of Your days. And as they untie You, in seeing that You are all majesty and that You look at them with so much Love, in return they unload onto Your Face slaps so violent as to make It turn red with Your Most Precious Blood. Jesus, my Love, before leaving the prison, in my sorrow I ask You to bless me, in order to receive the strength to follow You along the rest of Your Passion.

Reflections and Practices In prison, tied to a pillar and immobilized, Jesus is smeared with spittle and mud. He looks for our soul to keep Him company. And we—are we happy to be alone with Jesus, or do we look for the company of creatures?

Is Jesus alone our only Breath and our only Heartbeat? In order to make us become like Him, loving Jesus binds our souls with aridity, with oppressions, with sufferings, and with any other kind of mortification. And we, are we happy to be bound by Jesus in that prison in which His Love places us—that is, obscurity, oppressions and the like? Jesus is in prison. Do we feel the firmness and the promptness to imprison ourselves in Jesus for love of Him? Afflicted Jesus longed for our soul in order to be untied and sustained in the painful position in which He found Himself.

And we, do we long for Jesus alone to come and keep us company, to free us from the chains of every passion, and to bind us with the stronger chains of His Heart? And do we place our pains as cortege around suffering Jesus in order to remove from Him the spit and the mud that sinners send to Him? Jesus prays in prison. Is our prayer constant with Jesus? My chained Jesus, You made Yourself a Prisoner for Love of me, and I pray you to imprison my mind, my tongue, my heart and all of myself within You, that I may have no freedom, and You may have Absolute Lordship over me.

Fourteenth Hour: From 6 to 7 AM Jesus before Caiaphas again, who confirms His condemnation to death and sends Him to Pilate My sorrowful Jesus, You are now out of the prison; You are so exhausted that You stagger at each step. I want to place myself at Your side in order to sustain You, when I see that You are about to fall. But I see that the soldiers take You before Caiaphas, and You, O my Jesus, reappear in their midst like a Sun, and even though disfigured, You spread Light everywhere. I now see that Caiaphas is overjoyed in seeing You reduced so badly. At the reflections of Your Light, He becomes more blinded, and in his fury, He asks You again, “So, are You really the true Son of God?” And You, my Love, with Supreme Majesty, with the grace of Your Word, and with Your usual sweet and moving tone, such as to enrapture the hearts, answer, “Yes, I am the True Son of God.” And Your enemies, though feeling all the power of Your Word within themselves, suffocating everything, wanting to know nothing else—in one voice, cry out, “He is guilty to death, he is guilty to death!” Caiaphas confirms the sentence to death, and sends You to Pilate. And You, my condemned Jesus, accept this sentence with so much Love and resignation, as to almost snatch it from the iniquitous Pontiff.

And You Repair for all the sins committed deliberately and with all malice, and for those who, instead of afflicting themselves because of evil, rejoice and exult over sin itself, and this leads them to blindness and to suffocating any enlightenment and grace. My Life, Jesus, Your Reparations and prayers echo in my heart, and I repair and pray together with You. My Sweet Love, I see that, having lost any bit of esteem for You, seeing You sentenced to death, the soldiers grab You, add ropes and chains, and bind You so tightly as to almost prevent any movement of Your Divine Person; and pushing You and dragging You, they put You out of the palace of Caiaphas.

Crowds of people await You—but no one to defend You. And You, my Divine Sun, come out into their midst, wanting to envelop everyone with Your Light. And as You move the first steps, wanting to enclose all the steps of the creatures within Yours, You pray and repair for those who move the first steps to operate with evil purposes—some to take revenge, some to steal, some to betray, some to kill, and more. O, how all these sins wound Your Heart!

And in order to prevent so much evil, You Pray, You Repair, and You Offer all of Yourself. But, as I follow You, I see that at the moment of descending from the palace of Caiaphas, You, my Sun, Jesus, meet Beautiful Mary, our Sweet Mama. Your gazes meet and wound each other; and even though You feel relieved in seeing each other, yet new sorrows arise: for You, in seeing the Beautiful Mama pierced, pale and wrapped in mourning; and for Dear Mama, in seeing You, Divine Sun, eclipsed and covered with so much opprobrium—crying and wrapped in Blood. But You cannot enjoy the exchange of Your gazes for too long, and with the sorrow of being unable to say even a word to each other, Your Hearts say everything; and one fused within the other, You stop looking at each other, because the soldiers are pushing You. So, trampled upon and dragged, You arrive at Pilate.

My Jesus, I unite myself to Your pierced Mama in following You, to fuse myself in You together with Her. And You, give me Your gaze of Love, and Bless me. Reflections and Practices Jesus goes out to the light of the day and is brought before Caiaphas. With firmness He confirms that He is the Son of God. And when we go out, do we let ourselves be directed by Jesus? Is our composure an example for others, and our steps like magnets that call souls around Jesus?

The whole Life of Jesus is a continuous cry for souls. If we conform to His Will—that is, if our feet call souls as they walk, if our heartbeats, echoing the Divine Heartbeats, harmonize with them and ask for souls, and so on with all the rest—we, as we operate in this way, will form the very Humanity of Jesus within ourselves.

Therefore, every additional cry for souls that we make, is an additional mark that we receive from our Jesus. Is our life always the same, or do we change it for the worse, depending on the encounters that we have? My Jesus, Sanctity that has no equal, guide me, and let also my outward appearance manifest all Your Divine life. Fifteenth Hour: From 7 to 8 AM Jesus before Pilate. Pilate sends Him to Herod. My bound Good, Jesus, Your enemies, together with the priests, present You to Pilate; and faking sanctity and scrupulousness, because they have to celebrate the Passover, they remain outside the lobby.

And You, my Love, seeing the depth of their malice, repair for all the hypocrisies of the religious body. I too repair together with You. But while You occupy Yourself with their good, they begin to accuse You before Pilate, vomiting all the poison they have against You.

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