Ash Wednesday

Volume 17 – 7.1.1924
…while I was trying to follow Jesus in the different Mysteries of His Passion, I arrived at accompanying Him in the Mystery of His Painful Scourging. At that moment, He moved in my interior, Filling All of myself with His Adorable Person… ”My daughter, let us Pray Together. There are certain sad times in which My Justice, unable to contain Itself because of the evils of creatures, would Want to Flood the earth with New Scourges; and so Prayer in My Divine Will is Necessary, which, Extending over All, places itself as Defense of the creatures, and with its Power, prevents My Justice from approaching the creature to strike her.” How Beautiful and Touching it was to hear Jesus Pray! And since I was Accompanying Him in the Sorrowful Mystery of the Scourging, He Made Himself Seen Pouring out Blood, and I heard Him say: “My Father, I offer You this Blood of Mine. O Please, let It Cover All the intelligences of creatures, rendering vain All their evil thoughts, dimming the fire of their passions, and Making Holy Intelligences Rise Again. May this Blood Cover their eyes and be a Veil to their sight, so that the taste of evil pleasures may not enter them through their eyes, and they may not get dirty with the mud of the earth. May this Blood of Mine Cover and Fill their mouths, and Render their lips dead to blasphemies, to imprecations, to All of their bad words. My Father, may this Blood of Mine Cover their hands, and strike terror in man for so many evil actions. May this Blood Circulate in Our Eternal Will in order to Cover All, to Defend All, and to be a Defending Weapon for the creature before the Rights of Our Justice.”

Volume 13 – 9.16.1921
I was Making the Hour of the Passion in which my Sweet Jesus was in the palace of Herod, clothed as a madman and mocked. And my always Lovable Jesus, Making Himself seen, told me: “My daughter, not only then was I clothed like a madman, sneered at and mocked, but creatures continue to give Me these Pains; even more, I AM under continuous mockeries, and by all kinds of people. If a person goes to Confession and does not maintain his Resolutions Not To Offend Me—this is a mockery that he Makes of Me. If a Priest confesses, preaches, administers the Sacraments, and his life does not correspond to the words he says and to the Dignity of the Sacraments he Administers— he mocks Me as many times for as many words as he says, and for as many Sacraments as he Administers. While I Give them New Life in the Sacraments, they Give Me scorns and mockeries; and by profaning them, they prepare for Me the garment to clothe Me as a madman. If superiors command Sacrifice, Virtue, Prayer and Disinterest to their subjects, while they conduct a life of comfort, of vice and of interest—these are as many mockeries that they Make Of Me. If civilian and ecclesiastical leaders want the observance of the laws, and they are the first transgressors—these are mockeries that they Make Of Me. O, how many mockeries they Make Of Me! They are So Many that I AM Tired of them, especially when they put the poison of evil under Good. O, how they Make Fun Of Me, as if I were their amusement and their pastime! But sooner or later Justice shall Make Fun of them, by Punishing them Severely. You—Pray and Repair for these mockeries which Grieve Me So Much, and are the Cause for which I do not Make Myself Known for Who I AM.”