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In Voluntate Dei

My good daughter in the Divine Volition,

Let us bury everything in the Divine Will.  May It be our refuge, our defense, our life, the light which envelopes us from everywhere, and which, if it wants so, can eclipse also our enemies.

Blessed daughter, do we want to put everything in a safe place – sanctity, and the very life of Jesus within us?  Let us do the Divine Will.  Let us live in It, more than if It were our own life, and – oh, how happy we will feel, living of Divine Will!  Heaven will be ours with certainty.  Each most tiny act done in It, even a trifle, storms Heaven; it is like a little visit that we make to the Celestial Fatherland.  So, if we want to be at peace – because peace must be our daily bread – let us not think of what has happened.  Jesus will have more interest than us in thinking about it; and since centuries are like a single point for Him, whatever He does not do today, He will do it tomorrow, and will triumph victoriously over those who have been opposed.  Our sufferings will serve to make them know the truth, and, as I hope, also to become saints.

Let us not lose our place of honor of living in the Divine Will.  Let us content ourselves with dying, rather than not doing the Divine Will.  In It we will feel a divine strength; we will love God for all; we will be the true children who console their Celestial Father… It is true that the times are sad, and who knows where we will end up to, but if we do the Divine Will and live in It, Jesus will come and take refuge in us, because He will find His Will offering Him His Heaven, His worthy dwelling.

Therefore, courage and trust.  With courage we will challenge everyone, and with trust we will live safely in the Heart and in the arms of our sweet Jesus; our Queen Mama will take us on Her knees and will keep us hidden under Her blue mantle.  I leave you in the Divine Volition to make yourself a saint.  I recommend to you:  let us not change in the different circumstances of life; many times they serve to make us copy and imitate our dear Jesus.

Pray for me, for I so much need it, as I will do it for you from the heart.  Leaving you enclosed in the Divine Volition, that you may no longer get out of It, with maternal affection I greet you and I say,

Most affectionately yours,

The little daughter of the Divine Will.

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8/17/12 – Vol. 11

As I was praying, my blessed Jesus told me: “My daughter, the thought of oneself makes the soul smaller, and from her littleness she measures my greatness, almost wanting to constrain Me. On the other hand, one who does not think of herself but thinks of Me becomes greater within my immensity and renders Me the honor due to Me.”

SS. Abdon and Sennen, Martyrs: Missa “Intret in conspéctu”

Sts. Abdon and Sennen were Persians who, coming to Rome in the Third Century, courageously confessed the faith of Christ and were put to death in the persecution of Decius in 250.

The emperor Decius, enemy of Christians, had defeated the king of Persia and become master of several countries over which he reigned. He had already condemned to torture and death Saint Polychrome, with five members of his clergy. Saint Abdon and Saint Sennen, illustrious Persian dignitaries of the third century whom the king of Persia had highly honored, were secretly Christian; it was they who had taken up the body of the martyred bishop, which had been cast contemptuously before a temple of Saturn, to bury it at night, with honor. The two royal officials, now fallen under the domination of Rome, were grieved to witness the emperor’s cruelty towards the faithful, and believed it their duty to make known their love for Jesus Christ; thus, without fear of their new sovereign, they undertook by all possible means to spread and fortify the faith, to encourage the confessors and bury the martyrs.

Decius, learning of their dedication, was extremely irritated. He sent for the two brothers to appear before his tribunal, and attempted to win them over to sacrifice to the gods, by appealing to his recent victory as a sign of their (the false god’s) favor. The Saints replied, however, that this victory was not at all a proof of such power, since the unique true God, Creator of Heaven and earth with His Son, Jesus Christ, gives victory to some and defeat to others, for reasons hidden in the designs of His providence. They said they could never adore any but Him, and Decius imprisoned them. Soon afterwards, when he learned of the death of the viceroy he had left to govern in his place at Rome, he returned to Rome and took his two captives with him to serve as splendid trophies of his Persian victory. In effect, these magistrates were wearing jewels and rich fabrics under their chains.

He arraigned them before the Senate, in whose presence they again testified to the divinity of Christ, saying they could adore no other. The next day they were flogged in the amphitheater; then two lions and four bears were released to devour them. But the beasts lay down at their feet and became their guardians, and no one dared approach for a time. Finally the prefect sent out gladiators to slay them with the sword, which with the permission of God was done. Their bodies remained three days without burial, but a subdeacon, who afterwards wrote their history, took them up and buried them on his own terrain.

Under Constantine the Great, their tombs were discovered by divine revelation and their relics reburied in the Pontian cemetery, which afterwards was called by their names. We see them in a picture of the catacombs, crowned by Our Lord Himself. Their glorious martyrdom occurred in the year 254.

See St. John Bosco Post

Book of Heaven
7/27/00 – Vol. 3

I was all worried about my miserable state, especially that it might no longer be Will of God, and I considered my scarce suffering and His continuous privation a sure sign of this.  Now, while I was wearing out my little brain over this and I struggled to snap out of it, my always good Jesus made Himself seen like a flash, saying to me:  “My daughter, what do you want Me to do?  Tell Me – I will do what you want.”  At such an unexpected proposal, I did not know what to say; I felt such confusion over the fact that blessed Jesus would have to do what I wanted – while it is I who must do what He wants – that I remained mute.  So, seeing that I was not saying anything, He escaped like a flash, and I, running after that light, found myself outside of myself.  But I did not find Him, so I wandered around the earth, the heavens, the stars, calling Him now with my voice, now with my singing, thinking to myself that on hearing my voice and my singing blessed Jesus would be wounded and I would find Him with certainty.

Now, while wandering around, I saw the cruel torment that continues in the war of China – churches knocked down, images of Our Lord thrown to the ground… And this is nothing yet.  That which frightened me the most was to see that if now this is done by barbarians, by secular, later it will be done by false religious who, removing their masks and letting themselves be known for who they are, uniting with the open enemies of the Church, will launch such an attack as to be incredible to the human mind.  Oh, how many more cruel torments!  It seems that they have sworn among themselves to end it with the Church.  But the Lord will take revenge over them by destroying them; so, blood on one side, and blood on the other.

Then I found myself inside a garden which seemed to be the Church, and inside of it there was a crowd of people in the appearance of dragons, of vipers and of other raging beasts, which devastated that garden, and then went outside, forming the ruin of the peoples.  Now, while I was seeing this, I found my beloved Lord in my arms, and I said:  ‘Finally You have let Yourself be found.  Are You really my dear Jesus?’

And He:  “Yes, yes, I am your Jesus.”  And I wanted to tell Him to spare so many people, but He, not paying attention to me in this, all afflicted, added:  “My daughter, I am quite tired; let us go into your bed to rest if you want Me to remain with you.”  And I, fearing that He might leave, kept silent, allowing Him to fall asleep.  Then, after a little while, He reentered into my interior, leaving me reassured, yes, but highly afflicted.

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