The dome of the sky fell on me all cotton padded, and from it came the
angels with instruments. I heard their wonderful songs. I did not understand
them well, but I know that they were in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. I heard
the words of Corpus
Domini Jesu Christi, and felt that Jesus gave Himself to me and held me
closer and closer to Him. The angels continued to sing; from among them came a
powerful path directly to me, from it fell flames of fire and lots and lots of
things, all were for me. Then Jesus began to say to me:
- This conduit, my daughter, is the Heart of your and
my Blessed Mother: from it you receive our love in the greatest abundance; from
it you receive our graces, virtues and gifts, divine riches and all that
belongs to heaven. From it you receive life to live, life to give to souls.
This is the dew, the blood that falls on mankind. It is a mixture that I make
of my wealth, of my graces, with your pain. You are the new redeemer. I pass
all for you through the channel of my Blessed Mother. It is through you, with
Her, that the world is saved.
Do not grieve, my daughter, for not receiving Me in
the Eucharist. The more you are humiliated and the more my divine cause is
fought, the greater are the wonders I work in you. My divine science always has
graces to give you and you, my beautiful dove, you always have sufferings to
offer. Since your pain and your martyrdom are unique, so is my love unique, and
my wonders in you. Lights are confusing to those who cannot see them clearly.
Yours is a wonderful and prodigious life, O dear daughter! You are the dew
which fertilizes and gives life. You belong to Jesus, You belong to souls.
You're the little ball of Jesus, you are the ball of my entertainments, of my
charms, just as you are the little ball of appealing charm for sinners. You
belong to Jesus and you belong to them. You're a victim whose love enchants
heaven, you are victim who gives life moment by moment for humanity. Receive
all this divine life, give it to the hungry world, give it to the world in
danger. I deliver it to you, unto you I entrust it. I, Jesus, have all
confidence in you. I trust as much as you love me, as you love souls. You are
rich with me, with me you save them, with me and my Blessed Mother. Go, my
gardener, go to my plantation. Go to give, go to distribute.
Sentiments of the Soul, February
2, Friday, 1945
Corpus
Domini Jesu Christi
and not Corpus Domini nostri
Jesu Christi (as priests said) because was Jesus Himself who gave
his Body.
Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi: Body of our Lord Jesus Christ.
