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Mary, Queen of the Apostles

“But as the term of the forty days expired, Beloved Jesus Instructed the Apostles, and leaving His Mama as their Guide and Teacher, He Promised us the Descent of the Holy Spirit.” – Day 29 – Virgin Mary in the Kingdom of the Divine Will

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May 25, 1916
The current war will intensify, and Italy will be invaded. How Jesus cultivates the soul, so that she may produce fruit.

Continuing in my usual state, I was all afflicted, especially because in the past days blessed Jesus had shown me how foreign soldiers were invading Italy, the great massacre of our soldiers, and rivers of blood at sight of which Jesus Himself remained horrified. I felt my poor heart bursting with pain, and I said to Jesus: ‘Save my brothers, your images, from this lake of blood! Do not permit that any soul plunge into hell!’

In seeing that the Divine Justice will ignite Its fury even more against the poor creatures, I felt like dying. Almost to distract me from such tormenting scenes, Jesus told me: “My daughter, my Love for the creatures is so great that as soon as the soul decides to give herself to Me, I surround her with so much Grace – I caress her, I move her, I pick her up, I provide her with sensible graces, fervor, inspirations, squeezes to my Heart. So, in seeing herself graceful, the soul begins to love Me, forming like a foundation of prayers and pious practices inside her heart; and she begins to exercise the virtues. All this forms a flowery field in the soul.

But my Love is not happy just with flowers – It wants fruits. So It begins to make the flowers fall – that is, It strips her of sensible love, of fervor and of everything else – in order to make the fruits be born. If the soul is loyal, she continues her pious practices, her virtues, and she has no taste for any other human thing, not thinking about herself, but only of Me. With trust in Me, she will give flavor to the fruits; with loyalty, she will let them mature; and with courage, tolerance and tranquillity, they will grow and become rich fruits. And I, the Celestial Farmer, will pick these fruits and make of them my food. Then I will plant another field, more flowery and beautiful, in which heroic fruits will grow, such as to pull unheard-of graces from my Heart… But if she is unfaithful, mistrustful, agitated, and has a taste for human things, etc., these fruits will be unripe, insipid, bitter, covered with mud, and will serve to embitter Me and to make Me withdraw from the soul.”

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Volume 18; November 5, 1925
The moans of the Holy Spirit in the Sacraments. The requital of love of the soul.

I was Fusing myself in the Holy Divine Volition according to my usual way; and while I was trying, as much as I could, to Requite my Jesus with my little love for all that He has done in Redemption, my lovable and sweet Love, Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: “My daughter, with your flight in My Will, reach all the Sacraments instituted by Me; descend into the depths of them, to give Me your little requital of love. O! how many of My Secret Tears you will find, how many Bitter Sighs, how many Suffocated Moans of the Holy Spirit. His Moaning is continuous, before the many disillusions of Our Love. The Sacraments were instituted in order to continue My Life on earth in the midst of My children. But, alas! how many sorrows. This is why I feel the necessity of your little love. It may be small, but My Will shall make it Great. My Love does not tolerate for the one who must Live in My Will not to associate herself with My Sorrows, and not to give Me her little requital of love for all that I have Done and that I Suffer. Therefore, My daughter, see how My Love moans in the Sacraments.

“If I see a newborn being Baptized, I cry with Sorrow, because, while through Baptism I restore his innocence, I find My child again, I give back to him the Rights over Creation which he had lost, I Smile at him with Love and Satisfaction, I make the enemy flee from him, that he may no longer have any right over him, I entrust him to the Angels, and all of Heaven makes Feast for him – soon My Smile turns into Sorrow, the Feast into Mourning. I see that the one who is Baptized will be an enemy of Mine, a new Adam, and maybe even a lost soul. O! how My Love moans in each Baptism; especially, then, if one adds that the minister who is baptizing does not do it with that Respect, Dignity and Decorum which befit a Sacrament that contains the New Regeneration. Ah! many times they pay more attention to a bagatelle, to whatever show, than to administering a Sacrament. So, My Love feels itself being pricked by the baptizer and by the one who is baptized, and it moans with Unutterable Moans. Would you not want, then, to give Me a requital of love, a loving moan, for each Baptism, so as to keep company with My Sorrowful Moans?

“Move on to the Sacrament of Confirmation. Ah! how many Bitter Sighs. While, through Confirmation, I restore his courage, I give back to him the lost strengths, rendering him invincible to all enemies and to his passions, and he is admitted to the ranks of the militia of his Creator, that he may fight for the acquisition of the Celestial Fatherland, and the Holy Spirit gives him His loving Kiss again, lavishes a thousand Caresses on him, and offers Himself as the Companion of his career – yet, many times He feels Himself being requited with the kiss of a traitor, His Caresses being despised, His Company shunned. How many moans, how many sighs for his return, how many secret voices to the heart, for one who shuns Him – to the point of tiring Himself from speaking. But – no, it is in vain. Therefore, do you not want to give your requital of love, your loving kiss, your company to the Holy Spirit, who moans because of so much neglection?

“But, do not stop, keep flying, and you will hear the anguishing moans of the Holy Spirit in the Sacrament of Penance. How much ingratitude, how many abuses and profanations, on the part of those who administer it and on the part of those who receive it. In this Sacrament, My Blood places Itself in act over the contrite sinner, in order to descend upon his soul, to wash him, embellish him, heal him and strengthen him, to give back to him the Lost Grace, to place in his hands the Keys of Heaven, which sin had snatched away from him; to impress on his forehead the Peacemaking Kiss of Forgiveness. But, ah! how many harrowing moans, in seeing souls approaching this Sacrament of Penance without sorrow, out of habit, almost as a vent of the human heart. Others – horrible to be said – instead of going to find the Life of their souls, of Grace, go to find death, to pour out their passions. So, the Sacrament is reduced to a mockery, to a nice chat; and My Blood, instead of descending as a Bath, descends as Fire, which withers them even more. And so, in each Confession, Our Love cries inconsolably and, sobbing, repeats: ‘Human ingratitude, how great you are. Everywhere you try to offend Me; and while I offer you Life, you turn the very Life I offer you into death.’ See, then, how Our moans await your requital of love in the Sacrament of Penance.

“Do not let your love stop; go through all the Tabernacles, through each Sacramental Host, and in each Host you will hear the Holy Spirit moan with unutterable sorrow. The Sacrament of the Eucharist is not only their own life that souls receive, but is My very Life that gives Itself to them. So, the Fruit of this Sacrament is to form My Life in them, and each Communion serves to make My Life grow, to develop It, in such a way that one may be able to say: ‘I am another Christ’. But, alas! how few take advantage of it. Even more, how many times I descend into hearts and they make Me find the weapons to wound Me, and repeat for Me the tragedy of My Passion. And as the Sacramental Species are consumed, instead of pressing Me to stay with them, I am forced to leave bathed with tears, crying over My Sacramental Lot; and I find no one who calms My crying and My sorrowful moans. If you could break those veils of the Host, which cover Me, you would find Me bathed with crying, knowing the lot that awaits Me in descending into hearts. Therefore, let your requital of love for each Host be continuous, in order to calm My crying, and to render less sorrowful the moans of the Holy Spirit.

“Do not stop, otherwise We will not find you always together with Us in Our moans and in Our secret tears; We will feel the void of your requital of love. Descend into the Sacrament of Ordination. Here, yes, you will find Our most intimate hidden sorrows, the most bitter tears, the most harrowing moans. The Ordination constitutes man to a Supreme Height, to a Divine Character – the Repeater of My Life, the Administer of the Sacraments, the Revealer of My Secrets, of My Gospel, of the Most Sacred Science; the Peacemaker between Heaven and earth, the Bearer of Jesus to souls. But, alas! how many times We see, in the ordained one, how he will be a Judas for Us, a usurper of the Character which is being impressed in him. Oh! how the Holy Spirit moans in seeing, in the ordained one, the most sacred things, the greatest character which exists between Heaven and earth, being snatched away from Him. How many profanations! Each act of this ordained one, not done according to the Character impressed, will be a cry of sorrow, a bitter crying, a harrowing moan. The Ordination is the Sacrament which encloses all other Sacraments together. Therefore, if the ordained one is able to preserve whole within himself the Character he has received, he will almost place all other Sacraments in Safety, he will be the Defender and the Savior of Jesus Himself. But, not seeing this in the ordained one, Our sorrows are sharpened more, Our moans become more continuous and sorrowful. Therefore, let your requital of love flow in each priestly act, to keep company with the Moaning Love of the Holy Spirit.

“Lend Us the ear of your heart and listen to Our profound moans in the Sacrament of Marriage. How many disorders in it! Marriage was elevated by Me to a Sacrament, in order to place in it a Sacred Bond, the Symbol of the Sacrosanct Trinity, the Divine Love which It encloses. So, the Love that was to Reign in the father, mother and children, the Concord, the Peace, was to Symbolize the Celestial Family. I was to have on earth as many other families similar to the Family of the Creator, destined to populate the earth like as many terrestrial angels, to then bring them back to populate the Celestial Regions. But, ah! how many moans in seeing families of sin being formed in the Marriage, which symbolize hell, with discord, with lack of love, with hatred, and which populate the earth like many rebellious angels, who will serve to populate hell. The Holy Spirit moans with harrowing moans in each Marriage, in seeing so many infernal dens being formed on earth. Therefore, place your requital of love in each Marriage, in each creature which comes to the light; in this way, your loving moan will render less sorrowful Our continuous moans.

“Our moans are not yet finished; therefore, let your requital of love reach the bed of the dying one when the Sacrament of the Extreme Unction is administered. But, ah! how many moans, how many of Our secret Tears! This Sacrament has the virtue of placing the dying sinner in safety at any cost; it is the confirmation of Sanctity for the Good and the Holy; it is the last bond which it establishes, through its Unction, between the creature and God; it is the Seal of Heaven which it impresses in the Redeemed soul; it is the infusion of the Merits of the Redeemer, in order to Enrich her, Purify her and Embellish her; it is the final brush stroke which the Holy Spirit gives her in order to dispose her to depart from the earth, so as to make her appear before her Creator. In sum, the Extreme Unction is the final display of Our Love, and the final clothing of the soul; it is the rearranging of all the good works; therefore, it acts in a surprising way in those who are alive to Grace. With the Extreme Unction, the soul is as though covered by a Celestial Dew, which extinguishes, as though in one breath, her passions, her attachment to the earth and to all that does not belong to Heaven. But, alas! how many moans, how many bitter tears, how many indispositions, how many negligences. How many losses of souls; how few the Sanctities it finds to be confirmed; how scarce the Good Works to be reordered and rearranged. Oh! if all could hear Our moans, Our crying, over the bed of the dying one, in the act of administering the Sacrament of the Extreme Unction – all would cry with sorrow. Do you not want, then, to give Us your requital of love for each time this Sacrament is administered, which is the final display of Our Love toward the creature? Our Will awaits you everywhere, to have your requital of love and your company with Our moans and sighs.”

St. Cataldo

A most curious thing in all the entries of “The Book of Heaven” is that there are no mistakes or corrections anywhere (remember that Luisa had little more than what we would consider a second grade formal education).

These writings in “The Book of Heaven”, made in the year 1904 and presented here in the order given, foretell of the destruction of the Church of St. Cataldo which was destroyed in one of the largest earthquakes in recorded history. Four years later on December 28, 1908 Italy, Messina – The Tenth Most Destructive Known Earthquake on Record in the World (estimated) 7.5mag. Deaths 70,000 to 100,000 from earthquake and tsunami.

The Church of St. Cataldo in the City of Corato was opposite from what is now a corner bar above which is where Luisa was born. If one is standing and facing the building where Luisa lived most of her life and where her bed still remains the location of the Church would be to the left at the end of an alley which ends in an intersection.

The City of Corato “laid hands” on the Church of St. Catalto and leveled it after it was damaged by the earthquake and it is currently being used for parking and on certain days is used as an open air market. Luisa solemnly said that in time it must be reopened so that indicates that in the future, it must be rebuilt.

It is interesting that the miraculous painting of our Lady, Saint Mary the Greek (also known as the Crowned Lady), was in the Church of St. Caltado at the time of the earthquake and was not damaged. It was moved to its present location to the Church of Saint Mary the Greek which Luisa mentions in the volumes.

St. Mary the Greek

Book of Heaven – February 12, 1904

When the soul is identified with the Humanity of Jesus none of her works are dispersed. Obedience and the Saints want Luisa to remain on earth as victim.
…Now, while they were saying this, I said to myself: ‘It seems that everyone is against me: obedience does not want me to die; these are praying the Lord not to take me – what do they want from me? I don’t know why they want me to be on this earth almost by force, far away from my highest Good’; and I was all afflicted. While I was thinking of this, Jesus told me: “My daughter, do not want to afflict yourself. The things of the world are most sad, and they get worse and worse. If the point comes for Me to give free vent to my Justice, I will take you, and then I will no longer listen to anyone.”

Book of Heaven – February 21, 1904

The promise of Luisa if she is allowed to die.
In the presence of the Most Holy Trinity, of the Queen Mother, Mary Most Holy, of my guardian Angel and of the whole Celestial Court, and in order to obey my confessor, I promise that if the Lord, by His infinite mercy, should give me the grace of letting me die, when I find myself together with my Celestial Spouse, I will pray and plead for the triumph of the Church and the confusion and conversion of Her enemies; that the Catholic party may triumph in our country, and that the church of St. Cataldo may be reopened for service: that my confessor be freed of his usual sufferings, with a holy freedom of spirit and the sanctity of a true apostle of Our Lord; and that – always if the Lord permits it – I will go to him, at least once a month, to confer about celestial things and things pertaining to the good of his soul. I promise all this, for my part, and I swear.

Book of Heaven – February 12, 1904

Luisa speaks with some priests about the church of St. Cataldo.
I had forgotten to say what I am about to write, which I will say now out of obedience, although these are not sure things, but uncertain, because the presence of Our Lord was missing.
I was outside of myself, and I seemed to find myself inside a church in which there were several venerable priests, and also souls from Purgatory and holy people, conversing among themselves about the church of St. Cataldo, saying that almost with certainty it would be obtained. On hearing this, I said: ‘How can this be? The other day it was rumored that the Chapter had lost the cause. So, through the tribunal it could not be obtained, the town council does not want to give it, and you are saying that it will be obtained?’ And they added: “In spite of all these difficulties, indeed it is not lost; and even if they reach the point of laying hands on it to knock it down, it still cannot be considered as lost, because St. Cataldo will know well how to defend his temple. However, poor Corato if they arrive at this!” But while saying this, they repeated: “They have taken away the first things; the Crowned Lady has already been transported to his house. You, go before Our Lady and pray to Her that, having started the grace, She would fulfill it.” I went out of that church to go pray, but as I was doing this, I found myself inside myself.