SEVENTH HOUR

My sweet Goodness, my heart can no longer bear to look at You and see that You are still dying. Blood is pouring from your whole Body, so abundantly that, unable to stand any longer, you fall into a pool of blood... O my Love, Jesus, my heart breaks when I see you so weak and exhausted! Your glorified Face and Your creative hands lie on the ground and are covered with blood... It seems that in exchange for the rivers of wickedness that creatures send You, You want to pour out rivers of blood to drown their sins in it and give everyone a testimony of Your forgiveness with this blood. But oh, my Jesus, get up. What you are suffering is too great. Let this be enough for your Love...!

 And although it seems that my beloved Jesus is dying in his own blood, Love gives him new life. I see how he moves with difficulty. He gets up, covered in blood and dirt, and seems to want to walk, but lacking strength, he drags himself with difficulty... My sweet Life, let me take you in my arms... Are you going to your dear disciples? But how painful it is for your beloved Heart to see them sleeping again...!

 With a trembling and weak voice, you call out to them: My children, do not sleep! The hour is approaching. Do you not see the state I have brought myself to? Oh, help me, do not abandon me in these final hours!

 You stagger and almost fall right next to them when John reaches out his arms to support you... You are so changed that if it weren't for the gentleness and sweetness of your voice, they would not recognize you. Then you urge them to watch and pray, and you return to the Garden, but with a second wound in your Heart. In this wound, my Goodness, I see all the sins of those souls who, despite seeing Your kindness revealed in gifts, kisses, and caresses, forget Your Love and Your gifts and become sleepy and sluggish during the night of trial, thus losing the spirit of constant prayer and vigilance.

 My Jesus, it is true that when souls see You and taste Your gifts, and when they are deprived of them, they need great strength to persevere. Only a miracle can make these souls survive the trial.

 Therefore, sympathizing with You because of those souls whose negligence, recklessness, and insults are most bitter to Your Heart, I ask You, if they were to take even one step that could cause You the slightest grief, to surround them with such great grace as to prevent them from losing the spirit of constant prayer.

My sweet Jesus, when You return to the Garden, it seems that You can no longer bear it. You raise Your Face covered with Blood and dirt toward Heaven and repeat for the third time: Father, if it is possible, take this cup away from Me... Holy Father, help Me! I need comfort! It is true that because of the sins that rest upon Me, I am disgusting and repulsive. I am the least of men before Your infinite Majesty. Your justice is indignant toward me... But look at me, Father, I am still your Son, who is one with you. Oh, help me, have mercy, Father! Do not leave me without consolation!

 Then I think I hear you, my sweet Goodness, calling your beloved Mother: Beloved Mother, hold Me in your arms, just as you held Me when I was a Child! Give Me the milk that I sucked from you to refresh Me and sweeten the bitterness of My death. Give Me your Heart, which was my whole joy... My Mother, Magdalene, beloved apostles, all of you who love Me, help Me, comfort Me! Do not leave Me alone in these last moments. Form a crown around Me. Give Me your presence and your love for comfort!

 Jesus, my Love, who could bear to see You in such an extreme state? Who could have such a hard heart and not feel intense sorrow at seeing You covered in blood? Who would not shed a flood of bitter tears upon hearing Your painful voice seeking help and comfort?

 My Jesus, take heart. I can already see that the Father is sending you an angel for comfort and support, to lift you out of this state of agony and deliver you into the hands of the Jews. While You are with the angel, I will go around Heaven and earth. You will allow me to take this Blood, shed by You, so that I can bring it to all people as a pledge of salvation for everyone and, in return, bring You their feelings, heartbeats, thoughts, steps, and deeds as consolation.

 My Heavenly Mother, I come to you so that together we may go to all souls and give them the Blood of Jesus. Beloved Mother, Jesus desires consolation, and the greatest consolation we can give Him is to bring souls to Him... Magdalene, join us! All angels, come and see the state Jesus has been brought to! He desires consolation from everyone and is in such a state of exhaustion that He will reject no one.

 My Jesus, as you drink the cup full of intense bitterness sent to you by your Heavenly Father, I hear you sighing even more, groaning, delirious, and saying in a muffled voice: Souls, souls, come, bring me relief and take your place in my Humanity. I desire you, I long for you! Oh, do not remain deaf to my call. Do not waste my ardent desires, my Love, and my pain! Come, souls, come...!

Delirious Jesus, each of Your moans and sighs are a wound in my heart that gives me no peace. So I take Your blood, Your Will, Your burning desires, and Your Love as my own, and circling around Heaven and earth, I want to go to all souls to give them Your Blood as a guarantee of their salvation. I want to bring them to You to quench Your thirst, stop Your fever, and sweeten the bitterness of Your agony. As I do this, accompany me with Your gaze.

 My Mother, I come to you because Jesus desires souls and consolation. So give me your motherly hand and let us travel together throughout the world in search of souls. Let us enclose in His Blood the feelings, desires, thoughts, deeds, and steps of all creatures. Let us cast the flames of His Heart into their souls so that they may surrender to Him. And thus, enclosed in His Blood and transformed into His flames, we will gather them around Jesus to sweeten the pain of His bitter agony.

 My Guardian Angel, go before us. Go and prepare the souls who are to receive this Blood, so that not a single drop will fail to produce the desired effect... Let us hurry, Mother, let us set out! I see the gaze of Jesus accompanying us. I hear His repeated sobs urging us to action.

 – And here, Mother, with our first steps, we are already at the doors of the houses where the sick are staying... How many curse, swear, despair, and even try to take their own lives! Oh, Mother, I hear Jesus sobbing. He sees how His most precious manifestations of love, through which He brings suffering to souls in order to make them like Himself, are repaid with insults. Let us give them His Blood so that He can provide them with the necessary help, and with His Light, let Him make them understand the good that comes from suffering and the likeness they acquire to Jesus [...].

 – Let us enter the rooms where the dying are staying... My Mother, how terrible it is! How many souls are close to falling into hell! How many of them, after a sinful life, want to inflict one last pain on this repeatedly pierced Heart, crowning their last breath with an act of desperation... Others, bound by earthly ties, cannot bring themselves to take the final step... Holy Mother, let us give all the dying the Blood of Jesus, which will drive away the demons and prepare them to receive the last sacraments and a good and holy death. Let us give them the agony of Jesus as consolation, and when He judges them, He will find them covered with His own Blood and resting in His arms, and then He will grant His forgiveness to all.

 – Oh, Mother, look how the earth is full of souls who are about to fall into sin. Jesus bursts into tears when He sees His Blood, which is about to be profaned. A miracle is needed to prevent them from falling. So let us give them the Blood of Jesus. In it, they will find the strength and grace not to fall into sin.

 – One more step, Mother – here are the souls who have already fallen into sin. Jesus loves them, but He looks at them with horror because they are stained, and His agony intensifies. Let us give them the Blood of Jesus, which contains Life, so that they may rise again, even more beautiful, bringing a smile to all of Heaven and earth.

 Let us go further, Mother, to those souls who sin and flee from Jesus, who offend Him and lose hope in His forgiveness. Let us give them the Blood of Jesus to remove the mark of eternal damnation and imprint the mark of salvation. May it fill their hearts after sinning with such trust and love that they may run to the feet of Jesus and cling to them, never letting go again.

 – Look, Mother, here are good and innocent souls, but they find many traps and much corruption around them... Let us seal and surround their innocence with the Blood of Jesus, so that it may be like a protective wall for them, preventing sin from reaching them. With this Blood, drive away those who would defile them, keep them innocent and pure, so that Jesus may find His pleasure and rest in them. 

 – And now, let us hurry, Mother, to those who do not profess the Faith of the Holy Catholic Church and to those who are not even Christians, especially to those who are on the threshold of death... Jesus, who is the Life of all, is not reciprocated with even the smallest act of love and is not recognized by His own creatures. Oh, Mother, let us give them His Blood, let us place them all in It, and let us lead them around Jesus like many orphaned and exiled children who find their Father. In this way, Jesus will feel comforted in His bitter agony... 

 – O Mother, let us take His Blood and give it to all who are afflicted, that they may receive consolation; to the poor, that they may love their precious poverty; to those who are tempted, that they may win the victory; to unbelievers, that Faith may triumph in them; to blasphemers, that they may turn curses into blessings; to clergy, that they may understand their mission and be worthy priests of Jesus...

 – Let us also give it to the souls in purgatory, who cry so much and ask for this Blood for their deliverance... And now let us ascend to Heaven and give the Blood of Jesus to everyone, let us give it to the angels and saints so that they may receive greater glory, thank Jesus, and pray for us... And now, Mother, allow me to give this Blood to you as well for your greater glory. May this Blood flood you with new light and new happiness, and flow from you to all creatures, bringing the grace of salvation to all.

 – Finally, give me this Blood too. You know how much I need it. Cleanse me with this Blood, heal me and enrich me. Make it flow through my veins and give me the whole Life of Jesus; let it flow into my heart and transform it into His own Heart; let it beautify me so much that Jesus can find His joy in me.

Dying Jesus, it seems that Your Life is coming to an end, I can already hear the sounds of death. I see that Your eyes are clouded by approaching death, and all Your Most Holy limbs are deprived of strength. I see that you are stopping breathing at times, and my heart is breaking with pain. I embrace You and feel that You are ice cold. I shake You, but You show no sign of life! Jesus, are You dead? Sorrowful Mother, heavenly angels, come and weep over Jesus and do not let me live without Him any longer, for I can no longer bear it! I hold Him close to me and hear Him take another breath and again show no sign of life. So I call out to Him: Jesus, Jesus, my Life, do not die! I can already hear the noise of your enemies coming to capture you. Who will defend you in this state you are in?

 And He, moved, seems to rise from death to life. He looks at me and says: Daughter, are you here? So you witnessed my sufferings and the many deaths I endured? Know then, daughter, that during those three hours of bitter agony, I took upon myself the lives of all creatures and underwent all their sufferings and even their death, giving each of them my own Life. My agony will sustain their own agony. My bitterness and death will be transformed for them into a source of sweetness and life. How much souls cost Me! If only I were reciprocated! So you saw that as I was dying, I began to breathe again. These were the deaths of creatures that I felt within myself.

 My suffering Jesus, because You wanted to include my life, and therefore my death, in Yourself, I beg You in the name of Your bitter agony to come and accompany me at the moment of my death. I have given You my heart as a refuge and rest, my arms to support You, I have given You my whole self at Your disposal. Oh, how willingly I would give myself into the hands of your enemies to die in your place. O Life of my heart, come at the hour of my death to give me back what I have given You — Your company, Your Heart as my bed and rest, Your arms as my support, and Your heavy breathing to ease my fear. In this way, I will be able to breathe Your breath, which, like purifying air, will cleanse me of all stains and prepare me to enter into eternal happiness... And what is more, my sweet Jesus, you will give my soul your entire Most Holy Humanity, so that you will see me through yourself, and seeing yourself, you will find nothing for which you could judge me. Then you will wash me in your Blood, clothe me in the white robe of your Most Holy Will, adorn me with your Love, and, giving me a final kiss, you will allow me to fly from earth to Heaven. And what I desire for myself, I ask You to give to all who are dying... But Your enemies are already approaching. So You want to leave me to go out to meet them... And I, clinging tightly to Your Heart, will never leave You again. I follow You, and You give me Your blessing.