NINETEENTH HOUR

Part One: The Crucifixion

Jesus, my Love, they have already stripped You of Your garments. Your Most Holy Body is so torn that You look like a sheep stripped of its skin... I see You trembling while Your enemies prepare the cross for You. And unable to stand on Your feet, You fall to the ground, here on this mountain. My Goodness and my Everything, my heart aches with pain when I look at You and see blood flowing from all parts of Your Most Holy Body, which is mutilated from head to toe.

 Your enemies, tired but still unsatisfied, stripped you bare and tore the crown of thorns from your head, causing you indescribable pain. And then they put it back on you, causing you incredible suffering and mutilating your Most Holy Head with new wounds... Ah, you repair the perversity and obstinacy of sin, especially the sin of pride. Jesus, I see that if love did not push you even higher, you would have died from the piercing pain you suffered during this third crowning with thorns. But I see that you are no longer able to bear this pain, and with your eyes covered with blood, you look to see if at least one person will come to you to support you in such great suffering and turmoil...

 My sweet Goodness, my dear Life, here you are not alone as you were during the night of your Passion. Here is your grieving Mother, who with a torn Heart experiences death as many times as you endure pain. Here is also faithful John. He has been rendered speechless by the intense pain he feels because of Your Passion. This is a mountain of love. You cannot be left alone... Tell me, Jesus, my Love, who do You want to support You in such immense pain? Oh, let me support You. I need it most. My beloved Mother, together with the others, gives me her place, and here I am, Jesus, I am coming to You. I embrace You and ask You to lay Your head on my shoulder and let me feel Your thorns on my head...

Not only do I want to feel Your thorns, but I also desire to wash all my thoughts with Your precious Blood flowing from Your head, so that they may be in constant motion, giving You satisfaction for all the insults that creatures commit in their thoughts...

Jesus, my Love, hold me close! I want to kiss every drop of Blood that flows down Your Most Holy Face, and as I worship it, I ask You that each of these drops be a light for the mind of every creature, so that no one may offend You with evil thoughts.

Oh Jesus, I see you looking at the Cross that your enemies are preparing for you. You hear the blows they strike as they make the holes into which they will nail You. O my Jesus, I hear Your Heart beating violently and trembling, desiring, though with indescribable pain, that bed which You desire most, in which You seal within Yourself the salvation of our souls. And I hear you say: My love, beloved Cross, my precious bed, you were my martyrdom in life, and now you are my respite! Ah, Cross, take me quickly into your arms. I eagerly await you! Holy Cross, in you I will fulfill everything. Hurry, O Cross, fulfill my ardent and consuming desire to give life to souls. These lives will be sealed by you, O Cross. Oh, do not delay any longer. I eagerly await to lie down on you and open Heaven to all my children and close Hell. Oh, Cross, it is true that you are my struggle, but you are also my victory and my complete triumph. Through you, I will give my children great inheritances, victories, triumphs, and crowns...

But who can express everything that my beloved Jesus says to the Cross? But while Jesus confesses His feelings to the Cross, His enemies order Him to lie down on it. He hastily fulfills their will to make amends for our disobedience...

My love, before you lie down on the cross, let me hold you closer to my heart and kiss you. Listen, Jesus, I don't want to leave you. I want to lie down on the cross with you and be nailed to it with you. True love does not tolerate any separation. Forgive me for the boldness of my love and let me be crucified with you... Look, Jesus, it is not only I who ask this of You, but also Your sorrowful Mother, Your inseparable Magdalene, Your beloved John — they all tell You that it would be more bearable to be crucified with You than to witness and see You crucified alone... Therefore, together with You, I offer myself to the Eternal Father, uniting myself with Your Will, with Your Love, with Your atonement, with Your own Heart and with all Your pain.

Ah, it seems that my sorrowful Jesus is saying to me: My daughter, you have guessed my Love. It is my Will that all who love me be crucified with me. Oh yes, come and lie down with Me on the Cross. I will make you the life of My Life, you will be the beloved of My Heart.

And here you lie on the cross and look at your tormentors, who hold nails and hammers in their hands, ready to nail you down. You look at them with such love and gentleness that you warmly encourage them to crucify you as soon as possible. And they, though they feel disgust, nevertheless grab your right hand with inhuman ferocity, place a nail in it, and hammer it through to the other side of the cross...

The pain you feel is so great, my Jesus, that you are trembling all over. The light in your beautiful eyes is fading, your Most Holy Face is turning pale and blue... I kiss your blessed right hand and sympathize with you, I adore you and thank you on behalf of myself and everyone. For every blow You have received, I ask You to free the same number of souls from damnation in hell at this moment. For every drop of Blood you shed, I ask you to wash as many souls in your precious Blood. And for the bitter pain you suffered when your right hand was pierced and the tendons of your arms were stretched, I ask you to open Heaven to all and give your blessing to everyone. May Your blessing call sinners to conversion and heretics and unbelievers to the light of Faith.

Jesus, my sweet Life, as soon as your enemies have finished nailing your right hand, they grab your left hand with indescribable cruelty and, in order to pull it into the marked hole, they stretch it so much that you feel your arms and shoulders coming out of their joints. And as a result of the intense pain, Your legs curled up in convulsions...

Left hand of my Jesus, I kiss you, I sympathize with you, I worship you, and I thank you. For all the blows and pain you suffered when they nailed it, I ask you to let the same number of souls fly from purgatory to Heaven at this moment. For the Blood you shed, I ask you to extinguish the flames burning these souls, and I ask you to make this Blood a refreshment for all, a healthy bath cleansing them of all stains and preparing them for a vision of happiness. For the piercing pain you endured when they nailed your left hand, my Love and my All, I ask you to close hell to all souls and to hold back the thunderbolts of God's justice, which is, unfortunately, angered by our sins. Make, O Jesus, this nail in Your blessed left hand become the key that will lock up God's justice so that it cannot unleash its thunderbolts on the earth, the key that will open the treasures of God's mercy for the good of all. I therefore ask You to hold us in Your arms.

Jesus, it seems that you are completely immobilized, and we are free to do anything with you. Therefore, I place the world and all generations in Your arms, and I beg You with the voice of Your own Blood not to refuse Your forgiveness to anyone, and for the merits of Your precious Blood, I ask You for salvation and grace for all. Exclude no one, O my Jesus!

Jesus, my Love, your enemies are not yet satisfied... With devilish ferocity, they seize Your Most Holy feet, tireless in their constant search for souls, and now shriveled from the intense pain in Your hands. They stretch them so much that Your knees, ribs, and all the bones of Your chest are displaced...

My heart can no longer bear it, my Goodness! I see that your beautiful eyes, dimmed and clouded with blood, are wide open because of the intense pain. Your lips, blue and swollen from the blows, are twisted, your cheeks are sunken, your teeth are chattering, your chest is gasping for breath, and your Heart is completely exhausted from the intense stretching of your hands and feet.... My love, how willingly I would take your place to spare you such great pain! I want to spread myself over all your limbs to bring you relief, to kiss you, to comfort you, and to make amends for you to all.

My Jesus, I see that they are placing your feet, one on top of the other, and piercing them with a nail, and what's more, it is blunt... Oh, my Jesus, while the nail pierces Your feet, let me place all priests in Your right foot, especially those who do not live a good and holy life, so that they may become a light for all people; and in Your left foot, I will place all nations, so that they may receive light from priests, respect them, and obey them. And just as the nail pierces Your feet, so may it pierce priests and people, so that neither one nor the other may be separated from You. Blessed feet of my Jesus, I kiss you, I sympathize with you, I worship you, and I thank you. For the bitter pain you suffered, for the stretching that displaced all your bones, and for the Blood you shed, I beg you, enclose all souls in your wounds. Despise no one, O Jesus! May your nails nail our spiritual strength so that it cannot be separated from you, may they nail our hearts so that they are always attached only to you. May all our feelings be nailed with your nails so that they have no other satisfaction than that which comes from you.

O my crucified Jesus, I see you covered in blood, swimming in a pool of Blood... These drops of Blood say nothing other than „souls.” And in each drop, I see souls from all generations gathering. So you have included us all in yourself, O Jesus. And so, by the power of this Blood, I ask you that no one may ever flee from you again! My Jesus, the torturers are finishing nailing your feet, and I am approaching your Heart. I see that you can no longer bear it, but Love cries out even louder: more pain!

My Jesus, I cling to Your Heart, I kiss You, I sympathize with You, I adore You, I thank You on behalf of myself and everyone. I want to lay my head on Your Heart to feel what You are suffering during this painful crucifixion... Oh, I hear every blow of the hammer echoing in Your Heart! Your Heart is the center of everything; suffering begins in it and ends in it. The flames of Your Love and the Blood that collects within You would burst forth and tear Your Heart apart if it were not for the spear with which You are to be pierced. This Blood and these flames call upon the souls who love You to make a happy home for themselves in Your Heart. And I, out of love for Your Heart and Your Blood, ask You, Jesus, for holiness for those who love You. Oh, never let them leave Your Heart, and by the power of Your grace, multiply the vocations of sacrificial souls so that they may continue Your Life on earth. You wanted to give a special place in Your Heart to the souls who love You. Make sure they never lose that place... O Jesus, let the flames of Your Heart burn and consume me, let Your Blood beautify me, and let Your Love nail me forever to Love with pain and reparation!

My Jesus, after your tormentors nailed your hands and feet to the cross, they turn it over to hammer in the ends of the nails and force your glorified Face to touch the ground soaked with your own blood. You kiss it with your divine lips... With this kiss, You want to kiss all souls and bind them to Your Love, confirming their salvation. Jesus, let me take Your place so that Your Most Holy Body does not touch this ground, even if it is soaked with Your precious Blood. Let me hold You in my arms, and while Your tormentors hammer in the nails, let those blows also wound me and nail me completely to Your Love.

My Jesus, as the thorns dig deeper and deeper into Your head, I offer You all my thoughts as tender kisses, so that they may comfort You and ease the bitterness of Your thorns.

I see that your enemies are not yet satisfied with insulting and mocking you. I, however, want to strengthen your divine gaze with my loving gaze. Your tongue is almost stuck to the roof of Your mouth because of the bitterness of human will and because of Your burning thirst. Wanting to quench Your thirst, O my Jesus, You would like to have all the hearts of creatures filled with love. And because You do not have them, You burn even more for them. My sweet Love, I want to send You rivers of love to somehow alleviate the bitterness of bile and Your burning thirst... Jesus, I see that with every movement You make, the wounds on Your hands tear more and more, and the pain becomes more intense and severe. My beloved Goodness, to lessen and alleviate this pain, I offer You the holy deeds of all creatures.

Jesus, how much you suffer in your Most Holy feet! It seems that every movement of your Most Holy Body is reflected in them, and there is no one near you who could support you or even slightly alleviate the bitterness of your pain. My sweetest Life, I want to gather the footsteps of all creatures from all generations, past, present, and future, and direct them all toward You to bring You relief from Your severe pain.

My Jesus, oh, how torn is Your poor Heart! How can I console You in such great pain? I will enter into You, I will place my heart in Yours, and my desires in Your burning desires, to destroy all evil desires. I will merge my love with Yours, so that Your fire may burn the hearts of all creatures and destroy impure love. Your Most Sacred Heart will be soothed, and from this moment on, I promise You, Jesus, to remain forever nailed to Your loving Heart with the nails of Your desires, Your Love, and Your Will... My Jesus, You were crucified, let me also be crucified in You. Do not allow me to separate myself from You in the slightest. May I remain forever nailed to You, to love You, to make reparation for everyone, and to alleviate the pain that creatures cause You with their sins.

Part Two: Jesus Crucified

At this hour, in intimate union with Jesus, fulfilling its office of sacrifice, the soul desires to disarm God's justice.

My dear Jesus, I see that Your enemies are lifting the heavy wood of the cross and letting it fall into the hole they have prepared. And You, my sweet Love, remain suspended between Heaven and earth. At this solemn moment, You turn to the Father and say to Him in a choked and weak voice: Holy Father, here I am, burdened with all the sins of the world. There is not a single sin that has not been poured out on Me. Therefore, do not unleash the scourge of Your divine justice on people any longer, but on Me, Your Son. Father, let Me bind all souls to this Cross and beg for their forgiveness with the voices of My Blood and My wounds. Father, do You not see the state I have brought Myself to? For this Cross, for these sufferings, give everyone true conversion, peace, forgiveness, and holiness!

My crucified Love, I also want to follow You before the throne of the Eternal Father and, together with You, disarm God's justice. I make Your Most Holy Humanity, united with Your Will, my own, and together with You I desire to do what You do... Make my thoughts flow in Yours, make my will, my desires, and my love flow in Yours, make my heartbeat flow in Your Heart, and my whole being in You, so that nothing may escape me and I may repeat, action after action, word after word, everything that You do.

1. You, my crucified Goodness, seeing that the Divine Father is greatly indignant with creatures, fall on your face before Him and hide all creatures within your Most Holy Humanity, giving them a safe refuge so that the Father, seeing creatures in you, out of love for you, will not reject them. And if He looks at them with indignation, it is because so many souls have distorted the beautiful image He created, and continue to think only of how to insult Him. They turn the mind, which was meant to know God, into a den where they hide all their sins.

And you, O my Jesus, to appease the Father, direct His attention to your Most Holy Head, pierced with thorns amid cruel torments. In this way, you seem to nail to your mind all the minds of creatures and do penance for each of them in order to satisfy God's justice. Oh, how these thorns justify all the evil thoughts of creatures and are voices of pity before the Majesty of God!

My Jesus, my thoughts are one with Yours, therefore I pray and beg with You. Together with You, I apologize before God's Majesty for all the evil committed by creatures through their minds, and I repair it. Let me take Your thorns and Your own mind and go with You to every creature to attach Your mind to their minds. I want to restore their minds to what You originally created them to be, through the power of Your Holiness. I want to use the holiness of your thoughts to organize all the thoughts of creatures within you, and use your thorns to pierce the minds of creatures to restore your reign and authority over all... O Jesus, you alone become the Lord of every thought and every feeling of creatures! You alone rule over all, and then the face of the earth, which inspires terror and fear, will be transformed!

2. But the Divine Father is still outraged to see all poor creatures covered with the filth of sin and the most disgusting filth that causes the whole Heaven to recoil in disgust. Oh, how much the purity of the Spirit of God is violated! It is almost impossible to recognize the poor creature as the work of His most holy hands! What is worse, the creatures look like a bunch of monsters that occupy the earth and draw the wrath of the Father's gaze... But You, O my Jesus, in order to appease the Father, try to placate Him, wanting to exchange Your eyes for His, and showing Him Yours, covered with blood and swollen from tears. You weep before the Majesty of God to arouse His pity for the unfortunate fate of so many poor creatures. And I hear your voice saying:

My Father, it is true that ungrateful creatures are becoming increasingly polluted by sin and no longer deserve Your fatherly gaze. But look at Me, O Father, I want to weep before You so much that I can create a bath of tears and blood and wash away the filth that covers creatures. My Father, would You reject Me? No, You cannot do that, I am Your Son, and being Your Son, I am also the Head of all creatures, and they are my members. Let us save them, Father! Let us save them!

My Jesus, boundless Love, with Your own eyes I would like to weep before the Most High Majesty because of the perdition of so many poor creatures. Let me take Your tears and Your own gaze, which is one with mine, and go to all creatures. And to arouse in them compassion for their souls and for Your Love, I will show them that You weep for them and that while they defile themselves with sin, You keep Your tears and Your Blood ready to cleanse them. And when they see You crying, they will surrender to You... With Your tears, let me wash away all the filth of creatures. Let them flow into their hearts, soften so many souls hardened in sin, and overcome their stubbornness. I want to penetrate them with Your gaze, so that they may lift their eyes to Heaven and love You, and never again wander their gaze on the earth and offend You. In this way, the Divine Father will not feel contempt when He looks upon poor humanity.

3. But I see that His anger has not yet subsided, because while His fatherly goodness fills Heaven and earth with such great love, so many manifestations of love and so many blessings for creation, that at almost every step and in every action one feels the love and graces that flow from His Fatherly Heart, creation, still ungrateful, despises this Love and does not want to know the Father. What is more, it opposes Him, filling Heaven and earth with insults, contempt, and abuse, and even places Him under its unclean feet, wanting to destroy Him almost completely in order to worship itself. Ah, all these insults reach even Heaven and come before the Majesty of God. Oh, how indignant He is to see that the wicked creature goes so far as to insult and offend God in every way!

But You, O my Jesus, always wanting to defend us, compel the Father with the overwhelming power of Your Love to look upon Your Most Holy Face, covered with all these insults and mockery, and You say:

My Father, do not despise poor creatures. If you despise them, you despise Me too. Oh, let yourself be appeased. I bear all these insults on my Face, which is responsible for everyone before you. My Father, restrain your anger against poor humanity. They are blind and do not know what they are doing. So look at me closely, see what state I have brought myself to because of them. If you are not moved with compassion for poor humanity, then let yourself be softened by my Face, which is spat upon, covered with blood, wounded and swollen from so many slaps and blows it has received... Have mercy, my Father! I was the most beautiful of all, and now I am so disfigured that I no longer recognize myself. I have become an object of contempt for everyone. So I want to save this poor creature at all costs!

My Jesus, is it possible that you love us so much? And because I want to imitate you in everything, let me take your Most Holy Face to have it in my power. So disfigured, I will show it to the Father to arouse in him compassion for poor humanity, which lies as if dying under the whip of God's justice. Let me go among creatures and show them Your Face, so disfigured because of them, to arouse in them pity for their own souls and for Your Love. And with the light that radiates from Your Face and the captivating power of Your Love, I will let them know who You are, and who they are who dare to offend You, and I will allow their souls to rise from the many sins in which they live dead to grace, and I will cause them to fall before You on their faces in an act of adoration and worship.

4. My adorable and crucified Jesus, creatures constantly provoke God's justice, and from their tongues echo terrible blasphemies, curses, and insults, evil conversations conspiring to murder one another and commit slaughter... Ah, all these voices drown out the earth and even reach Heaven, drowning out the divine ear of God. He, weary of this poisonous echo that creatures send Him, would like to get rid of them and drive them far away from Himself, for all these poisonous voices curse and demand justice and vengeance on creatures. Oh, how much God's justice feels compelled to send punishment! Oh, how many terrible blasphemies inflame His anger against creatures!

But You, O my Jesus, loving us with the highest love, oppose these deadly voices with Your almighty and creative voice, in which You silence all these voices. You cause Your exceedingly gentle voice to resound in the Father's ear with voices of blessing and praise, and You soothe the torments that creatures inflict on Him. You also cry out, asking for mercy, grace, and love for poor creatures.

And to appease Him even more, you show Him your most holy mouth and say to Him: My Father, look at Me once more. Do not listen to the voices of creatures, but listen to my voice. It is I who reward You for all of them. So I ask You to look at the creature and to look at it within Me. If you look at it outside of Me, what will become of it? It is weak, ignorant, capable only of doing evil, and full of all kinds of misery... Have mercy, have mercy on the poor creature! I answer for it with my tongue, bitter with bile, parched with thirst, burning and inflamed with Love...

My embittered Jesus, my voice in Yours wants to confront all these insults. Let me take Your tongue and Your lips and go around to all creatures, and touch their tongues with Your tongue, so that they may feel the bitterness of Your tongue whenever they want to offend You, and if not out of love, then at least because of this bitterness, they will no longer blaspheme. Let me touch their lips with your lips and let them feel the fire of sin on their lips, and let your almighty voice resound in every breast to stop the stream of all evil voices and turn all human voices into voices of blessing and praise.

5. Crucified Jesus, in the face of Your great pain and great Love, creation still does not give up. On the contrary, it despises You and adds sin to sin, committing terrible sacrileges, murders, suicides, abuses, frauds, quarrels, cruelties, and betrayals... Ah, all these evil deeds weigh heavily on Your fatherly shoulders. And because the Father cannot bear their weight, He intends to lower His arms and send wrath and destruction upon the earth.

And you, my Jesus, wanting to save creation from God's wrath, fearing that you will see it destroyed, stretch out your arms to the Father so that He cannot abandon His own and destroy creation. And by helping to support this burden with your arms, you disarm Him and prevent justice from taking action. To arouse His compassion for wretched humanity and soften Him, You say to Him in a more moving voice: My Father, look at these torn hands and at these nails that pierce them and nail Me together with all evil deeds. Ah, it is in my hands that I feel all the sufferings that these evil deeds inflict on me! Are you not satisfied, my Father, with my sufferings? Are they not enough to satisfy you? My outstretched arms will forever be chains holding poor creatures tightly so that they cannot escape from Me, except for those who will want to break away from Me by force of will. My arms will be loving chains that will bind You, my Father, to prevent You from destroying poor creatures. What is more, I will draw you even closer to it so that you can pour out your graces and mercy upon it.

My Jesus, Your Love tenderly delights me and prompts me to do what You do. So give me Your arms, because I want to join You in stopping God's justice from taking action against poor humanity, even at the cost of all pain. And with the Blood that flows from Your hands, I want to extinguish the fire of sin that inflames God's justice, and I desire to appease His wrath. So that I may arouse the Father's compassion for His creatures, let me place in Your arms so many creatures who are torn members [of Your Mystical Body], as well as the groans of many wounded wretches and many suffering and tormented hearts. Let me go to all creatures and hold them in Your arms so that they may all return to Your Heart. Let me, by the power of Your creative hands, stop the flow of so many evil deeds and prevent everyone from doing evil.

6. My beloved and crucified Jesus, creation is not yet satisfied with offending You. It wants to drink all the dregs of sin to the dregs and runs almost madly along the path of evil. It falls from sin into sin, it does not obey Your Law, and not recognizing You, it rebels against You and almost spitefully wants to go to hell... Oh, how angry is the Most High Majesty! And You, O my Jesus, triumphant over everything, even over the stubbornness of creatures, wanting to reconcile God the Father, show Him Your entire Most Holy Humanity, mutilated, displaced, and massacred in a terrible way. You show Him your Most Holy, pierced feet — it is in them that you gather all the steps of creatures, steps that cause you mortal pain. Your feet are twisted as a result of this cruel suffering. I hear your voice, more moving than ever, as if you were breathing your last breath, because you want to overcome creation with the power of pain and Love and triumph over the Father's Heart: My Father, look at Me from head to toe. There is no healthy part of my body. I have no place left on myself where I could open new wounds and gain new pains. If this sight of Love and pain does not win you over, who will ever be able to appease you? Oh, creatures, if you do not surrender to such great Love, what hope remains that you will convert? My wounds and my Blood will be constant voices asking Heaven to send down to earth the graces of repentance, forgiveness, and mercy for poor humanity!

My Jesus, I see that you feel tension, wanting to appease the Father and overcome poor creatures at the same time. Let me take your most holy feet and go around all creatures to bind their steps to your feet. So if they want to walk the path of evil, feeling the bond you have created between yourself and them, they will not be able to do so. Oh, with these feet of yours, make them turn away from the path of evil, place them on the path of good, and make them more obedient to your Law. And with your nails, close hell so that no one else will ever go there!

7. My Jesus, crucified Bridegroom, I see that you can no longer bear this. The terrible tension you suffer on the cross; the constant creaking of your bones, which shift more and more with every slightest movement; Your Body being torn apart more and more; the repeated insults that reach You and renew Your Torments and cause You to suffer many more painful deaths; the burning thirst that consumes You; the inner suffering that suffocates You with bitterness, pain, and love; human ingratitude, which, in the face of so many of Your torments, opposes You and, like a powerful wave, penetrates even Your pierced Heart — ah, all this overwhelms You, and Your Most Holy Humanity, unable to bear the weight of so many torments, is close to death and, as if delirious with love and pain, asks for help and mercy...

Crucified Jesus, is it possible that You, who reign over all and give life to everyone, would ask for help? Ah, I want to penetrate every drop of Your Blood and pour in mine to soothe every wound, ease the pain of every thorn, make their piercing less painful, and ease every inner pain of Your Heart, reducing the intensity of Your bitterness! I want to give You my life for Life! And if it were possible, I would like to take You down from the Cross to take Your place, but I see that I am nothing and can do nothing, I am too insignificant. So give me Yourself. I will take up life in You, and when I am in You, I will give You Yourself. In this way, I will satisfy my desires.

Tortured Jesus, I see that Your Most Holy Humanity is dying, not for Yourself, but in order to complete our Salvation in everything. You need help and support. Oh, how moved the Divine Father is, seeing the terrible torture of Your Most Holy Humanity, the terrible work that sin has done to Your Most Holy members! And to satisfy His Love, He embraces You to His Fatherly Heart and gives You the necessary help so that You can complete our Salvation... But when He embraces You, You feel again, even more strongly, in Your Heart the blows of the nails, the lashes of the whip, the tearing of the wounds, and the pricks of the thorns. Oh, how offended the Father is! How indignant He is when He sees that all these pains are inflicted directly on Your Heart, even by souls consecrated to You! And in His pain, He says to You:

Is it possible, my Son, that even those chosen by You are not completely with You? What is more, it seems that there are souls who ask for refuge and shelter in Your Heart in order to embitter You and cause You an even more painful death. What is worse, they inflict all this pain on You in secret and under the guise of hypocrisy. Ah, Son, I can no longer contain my anger at the ingratitude of these souls, who cause Me more pain than all other creatures put together!

But You, O my Jesus, triumphing over everything, defend these souls. And with the infinite Love of Your Heart, You protect Yourself from the wave of bitterness and sharp pain that these souls inflict on You. And to appease the Father, You say to Him:

My Father, look at my Heart. Let all this pain be a recompense for You. The more cruel it is, the greater its power over Your Fatherly Heart, to implore grace, light, and forgiveness for them. My Father, do not reject them. They will be my defenders who will continue my life on Earth.

Most beloved Father, if My Humanity has now reached the height of suffering, My Heart is also breaking with bitterness because of the internal pains and unheard-of torments that it has endured during the 34 years since the first moment of My Incarnation. You know, O Father, the intensity of these internal bitterness, which would have been able to kill Me at any moment of this pure torment, if our omnipotence had not supported Me, prolonging My suffering until this final agony... Ah, if until now I have offered You all the pains of my Humanity to appease Your justice and draw Your triumphant mercy to everyone, now I give You my Heart, exhausted, burdened, and broken under the weight of the transgressions of the souls consecrated to Us!

My Father, this is the Heart that loved You with infinite Love, that always burned with Love for my brothers, Your children in Me. This is the generous Heart with which I desired suffering in order to give You complete reparation for all the sins of mankind. Have mercy on His loneliness, on His constant sadness, on His torment and fatigue, on His anguish in the face of death! Oh, my Father, was there perhaps a single beat of my Heart that did not strive for Your Glory and for the salvation of my brothers at the price of pain and blood? Did not fiery pleas, groans, sighs, and cries come from my constantly oppressed Heart, with which I wept and called for mercy in Your Presence for 34 years? You heard Me, my Father, many times, giving Me many souls, and I give You infinite thanks for this. But look, Father, how my Heart cannot be soothed in its pain when even one soul escapes His Love, because We love only one soul as much as all souls taken together! Is it possible that I should breathe my last on this painful instrument of destruction, seeing that even the souls consecrated to Us are unfortunately perishing? I am dying in a sea of sorrow because of the wickedness and eternal loss of the perfidious Judas, who was so unyielding and ungrateful that he rejected all My Love and kindness. I gave him so much that I even made him a priest and bishop, just like my other apostles... Ah, my Father, enough of this abyss of pain, enough! How many souls I see whom We have chosen to follow Me, and who, one more than another, want to imitate Judas! Help Me, my Father, help Me! I cannot bear all this pain! Look, is there any fiber in My Heart that is not more tormented than My entire tortured divine Body? See if all the Blood I am shedding does not flow more abundantly from my Heart, which is being destroyed by love and pain, than from my wounds. Have mercy, my Father, have mercy, not on Me, because I want to suffer infinitely for poor creatures, but on all souls, especially those who have been called to be both my brides and priests!

Father, listen to my Heart, which feels that it is dying, and quickens its feverish beats, crying out to You in the name of my immense sufferings, asking You for the effective graces of repentance and true conversion for all these unfortunate souls. Let none of them escape us! I desire, my Father, I desire all souls, especially these! I desire to suffer even more for each of these souls! I have always done Your Will, my Father. Ah, make my Will, which is also Yours, be perfectly fulfilled, in the name of Love for Me, Your most beloved Son, in whom You have found all Your pleasure!

My Jesus, I join myself to Your supplications, to Your sorrows, and to Your suffering Love. Give me Your Heart, that I may feel Your own desire for souls consecrated to You and give You the love and feelings of all of them... Let me go to each one of them and bring them Your Heart. Upon contact with Him, may the cold be warmed, the lukewarm be stirred, and those who have strayed from the righteous path feel the call and regain so many rejected graces. Your Heart is suffocating with pain and bitterness when You see that many of Your plans for the souls consecrated to You are thwarted because of their lack of a positive response; when You see that so many other souls, who were to receive life and redemption through them, suffer the painful consequences. But I want to show them Your Heart, so embittered because of them. I want to strike them with the arrows of Your Heart. I want them to hear Your pleas and all Your sufferings that You endured for them, and it will be impossible for them not to surrender to You. In this way, they will return repentant to Your feet, and Your loving intentions toward them will be restored. They will be around You and in You, no longer to offend You, but to make amends to You, to comfort You, and to defend You.

8. My crucified Jesus, my Life, I see You dying on the cross. And because Your Love is not yet satisfied, You want to complete everything. I also die with You and call upon everyone... Angels, saints, come to Calvary to admire the excess and madness of God's love! Let us kiss His bleeding wounds and worship them. Let us support these torn limbs and thank Jesus for our Redemption! Look at the deeply wounded Mother, who feels as much pain and death in her Immaculate Heart as she sees pain in her Son and God! Even her garments are soaked with blood. Mount Calvary is sprinkled with it...

Let us all take this Blood together, let us ask our sorrowful Mother to join us. Let us spread out across the world and bring help to everyone... Let us help those whose lives are in danger, so that they may not perish; those who have fallen into sin, so that they may rise again; those who are close to falling, so that they may not fall. Let us give this Blood to the many poor blind people so that they may see the light of Truth. Let us go to those who suffer to comfort them. If we find souls who are close to death and falling into hell, let us give them this divine Blood, which contains the price of Salvation, and snatch them away from Satan... And as I hold Jesus to my heart to defend Him and make reparation for everything, I will hold everyone to His Heart so that all may receive the effective graces of conversion, grace, and salvation.

Jesus, I see blood streaming from Your hands and feet... Weeping angels form a kind of crown around You and admire the wonders of Your immeasurable Love. At the foot of the cross, I see Your beloved and deeply wounded Mother, dear Magdalene, beloved John, everyone in a rush of amazement, love, and pain.

Jesus, I join You and embrace Your Cross. I gather all Your Blood and pour it into my heart... When I see Your justice angry at sinners, I will show You this Blood to appease You. When I desire the conversion of souls who persist in sin, I will show You this Blood, and thanks to it, You will not be able to reject my prayer, because I will hold the guarantee in my hands... And now, my crucified Goodness, on behalf of all generations — past, present, and future, together with your Mother and all the angels, I fall on my face before you and say to you: