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constant presence of God without any effort of my soul. I know that I am united
with Him as closely as a drop of water is united with the bottomless ocean.
Last Thursday, toward the end of my prayers, I felt this grace, and it lasted for an
unusually long time, for it was throughout Mass, so that I thought I would die of joy.
At such times, my knowledge of God and his attributes becomes more acute, and
also I know my own self and my misery much better. I am amazed at the Lord‟s
great condescension to such a miserable soul as mine. After Holy Mass, I felt
completely immersed in God and am still conscious of His every glance into the
depth of my heart. About midday, I entered the chapel for a moment, and again
the power of grace struck my heart. As I continued in a state of recollection, Satan
took a flowerpot and angrily hurled it to the ground with all his might. I saw all his
rage and his jealousy.
412 There was no one in the chapel, so I got up, picked up the pieces of the flowerpot,
repotted the flower and tried to do all this before anyone came in. But I did not
manage to do so, as Mother Superior [Borgia] came in at that moment together
with the sister sacristan 93 and several other sisters. Mother Superior was
surprised that I had been touching something on the altar and (172) thus caused
the flowerpot to fall. Sister sacristan showed her displeasure, and I did my best not
to explain or excuse myself. But towards evening I felt very exhausted and could
not make my Holy Hour, so I asked Mother Superior to allow me to go to bed early.
I feel asleep as soon as I lay down, but at about eleven o‟clock Satan shook my
bed. I awoke instantly, and I started to pray peacefully to my Guardian Angel.
Then I saw the souls who were doing penance in purgatory. They appeared like
shadows, and among them I saw many demons. One of these tried to vex me;
taking the form of a cat, he kept throwing himself onto my bed and on my feet, and
he was quite heavy, as if [weighing] a ton.
I kept praying the rosary all the while, and toward dawn these beings vanished,
and I was able to get some sleep. When I entered the chapel in the morning I
heard a voice in my soul, You are united to Me; fear nothing. But know, my
child, that Satan hates you; he hates every soul, but he burns with a
particular hatred for you, because you have snatched so many souls from
his dominion.
Holy Thursday, April 18
413 This morning I heard these words: From today until the [celebration of the]
Resurrection, you will not feel My presence, but your soul will be filled with
great longing. And immediately a great longing filled my soul; I felt a separation
from my beloved Jesus, and when the moment for Holy Communion came, I saw
the suffering Face of Jesus in every Host [contained] in the chalice. From that
moment, I felt a more intense yearning in my heart.
414 On Good Friday, at three o‟clock in the afternoon, when I entered the chapel, I
heard these words: I desire that the image be publicly (173) honored. Then I
saw the Lord Jesus dying on the Cross amidst great suffering, and out of the Heart
of Jesus came the same two rays as are in the image.
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