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Easter Sunday is the birthday of Rosaria Bucci

Rosaria Bucci 

“faithful and silent confidant of Luisa
for 40 years
and first promoter”
Padre Bucci

 Born April 4, 1898
Entered into Eternity
January 29, 1978*

*1st of 4 days of copying the hidden Volumes
of Luisa Piccarreta in the Secret Archives of the Vatican
under Cardinal Ratzinger

Servant of God Luisa Piccarreta

Luisa Prophesied to Rosaria:

“You will be my witness.”

 Every moment of the life of the Bucci family, Rosaria’s in particular, was permeated by the fragrance of the holiness of the Servant of God Luisa Piccarreta. From a young age, Rosaria Bucci, Aunt of Padre Bernardino Giuseppe Bucci, OFM, effected by epilepsy and having suffered the traumatic amputation of four fingers of her left hand, from an accident, was considered inept. From an invitation of Luisa to Rosaria’s mother around 1907, Rosaria began her daily visits and eventual care of Luisa, together with Luisa’s family. One day, while Luisa was busy working on the tombolo in the company of other girls, Rosaria had a seizure. All fled, frightened, and only Angelina, Luisa’s sister, came to her rescue. It is said that Luisa remained very calm in her bed, but she looked up to Heaven, professing these words:

“Lord, if you have placed her next to me, I want her healthy.”

From that moment Aunt Rosaria had no more seizures and miraculously became a perfect embroiderer of tombolo (lacemaking).

At about 5.00 a.m. Rosaria went to Luisa’s house to prepare the altar for Holy Mass – a privilege granted by Pope Leo XIII and confirmed by Pope St. Pius X. Luisa would then remain in prayer and thanksgiving for about two hours. At about 8.00 a.m. she would begin her work of lacemaking. Rosaria became so adept at working the tombolo that Luisa entrusted to her management of the teaching in her school of embroidery. In the afternoons, the  Holy Rosary was recited, and towards 8.00 p.m. Luisa would begin to write her diary.

Wherever Rosaria was, if Luisa called her, she would hear a little bell ring and would run to Luisa’s side. Once, little Gemma (Padre Bucci’s sister) hid under Luisa’s bed, perhaps to give Aunt Rosaria a surprise and unwittingly witnessed a mystical phenomenon. Luisa had a bedside table on which stood a glass bell containing a figurine of the Child Jesus. A great silence fell. Then Gemma came out from under the bed and saw the Child Jesus who had come to life, whom Luisa had taken in her arms and was covering with kisses.

In 1915, St. Annibale Maria di Francia, extraordinary confessor and ecclesiastical editor of the Servant of God’s writings, gave Rosaria a copy of the Hours of the Passion, which he published. Shortly before her death, Rosaria in turn gave that copy to her nephew Padre Bernardino Bucci:

“I give you this book that is a relic because it was given to me by Father Annibale. It is not in very good condition because I have read and re-read it many times.” 

Padre Bernardino Giuseppe Bucci, OFM

Padre Bucci’s entire life and priesthood were immersed in the writings of the little daughter of the Divine Will, Luisa Piccarreta. He was the first priest to read, study and put into practice the Truths given to Luisa from Jesus.

Rosaria also gave to Padre Bucci the original Volumes 35 and 36 that were not taken to the Vatican. Padre Bucci later affirmed:

“All the information that I received from Aunt Rosaria is found almost entirely in the various archives of documents existing in the Congregation of Rogationists and Sisters of Divine Zeal, as well as the archives of the Sisters of the Sacro Costato founded by the Servant of God Eustachio Montemurro.” 

As for the many requests about the great phenomena and mystical experiences that surrounded the Servant of God Luisa Piccarreta, Rosaria would give her reply:

 “Everything that served as the salvation and the sanctification of souls, everything that serves the Kingdom has been written. Everything else is part of the intimacy between Jesus and Luisa, and it is not given to us to investigate and to enter into this sacrarium, this intimacy. It would be only curiosity.” 

Having read all of Luisa’s writings, Rosaria also had an earnest devotion to the protection of the unborn. According to Padre Bucci, just before her death, Luisa revealed to Rosaria that Jesus gave Rosaria the Mission of helping the Preborn in a similar way that Jesus gave Luisa the Mission of those Born to the Light of the Day, as in the following reading: Our Lord Jesus to Luisa, Volume 36-April 12, 1938 –

“…You were asking in My Will for the Baptism of All newborn babies that will come to the light of the day – and then, for Its Life to Reign in them. My Will did not hesitate for an instant; soon It Pronounced Its Fiat.” 

In 1938 the condemnation of the Holy Office fell on Luisa; the Servant of God was struck by unheard-of storms. Many people turned away from Luisa, while Fr. Calvi, Luisa’s (last confessor), Rosaria, the Cimadomo sisters and a few others remained faithful to her. Luisa Prophesied to Rosaria:

“You will be my witness.” 

After Luisa’s death, Rosaria tirelessly promoted the beginning of the Cause of Luisa under the Spiritual Direction of St. Padre Pio:

“Rosà, go ahead, go ahead for Luisa is great and the world will be full of Luisa.” 

After the venerated Padre Pio’s death in 1968, Rosaria made known to Padre Bucci:

“During my confession Padre Pio told me that Luisa is not a human factor, she is a work of God and He Himself will make her emerge.  The world will be astounded at her greatness; not many years will pass before this happens.  The new millennium will see Luisa’s Light.” 

Rosaria traveled, accompanied by her niece Gemma to spread the devotion to the Servant of God Luisa Piccarreta. Travels included: to St. Padre Pio of San Giovanni Rotondo; to the lawyer Palermo who worked in a Vatican congregation; to the Holy Office of Cardinal Ottaviani (secretary of the Congregation) who kindly heard her and promised to take up the case; to Archbishop Monsignor Addazzi of Trani, who said to her:

“Miss Rosaria, I do not know whether to reprimand you or to admire you for your courage.  You have faced the guard dog of the Church, the great defender of the faith, without being bitten.” 

Further, she went to the Vicar General Monsignor Balducci of Salerno; to Monsignor Samarelli, Vicar General of the Diocese of Bari; and more.

From Rosaria Bucci:

“…one day the world will speak of Corato as we now speak of Bethlehem.”

“After Our Lady, comes Luisa, who brings the world the Third Fiat, the Fiat of Sanctification.” 

‘One day Our Lord said to Luisa:
“All those who have seen and known you, Luisa, will be Saved.”’ 

On the Feast of Christ the King, November 20, 1994, Archbishop Carmelo Cassati of Trani opened the Cause of the Servant of God Luisa Piccarreta in Chiesa Matrice di Santa Maria Maggiore, Corato, Italy.

Rosaria Bucci was buried in the Bucci family tomb in Corato. The day after Rosaria’s funeral, the whole family gathered for the customary second burial ceremony.  The coffin was opened for the last time, and to the wonder of all, Rosaria seemed to be sweetly sleeping. A soft and sweet fragrance came from her coffin.

Padre Bucci, Rosaria’s priest nephew, to whom she entrusted everything of Luisa, went to his Eternal Reward on July 17, 2020. This was the eve of the Feast of Santa Maria Greca. Padre Bucci was the Spiritual Father of many of the little children of the Divine Will throughout the world. On July 3, 1963 Luisa’s body, once buried in the place of the Bucci family tomb, was moved inside the Church of Santa Maria Greca. On April 23, 2020, Luisa’s birthday, was moved to the front of the Church, right side of the High Altar.

Prayer Requesting the Intercession of Rosaria Bucci 

     O Most Holy Trinity, fused to Jesus, Mary and Luisa, we pray that Rosaria be Luisa’s witness because of her lifelong sacrifice of caring for and promoting her among the little children of the Divine Will. We ask that Rosaria be recognized and glorified in Your Holy Church, and that the Kingdom of the Divine Will Come to Reign on earth as it is in Heaven. Amen. 


The Hours of the Passion are not just for Lent – It should be a part of our daily routine.



June 5, 1906  Volume 6
Crosses are baptismal founts.

This morning, upon coming, blessed Jesus told me:  “My daughter, crosses and mortifications are as many baptismal founts, and any kind of cross which is dipped in the thought of my Passion loses half of its bitterness, and its weight diminishes by half.”  And He disappeared like a flash.

I continued to do certain adorations and reparations in my interior, and He came back, adding:  “What is not my consolation in seeing what my Humanity did many centuries ago being redone in you.  In fact, anything which I established that each soul should do, was done before in my Humanity.  If the soul corresponds to Me, she does again within herself that which I did for her; but if she does not, it remains done only in Me, and I feel an inexpressible bitterness.”

November 9, 1906  Volume 7
Effects of meditating continuously on the Passion.

Finding myself in my usual state, I was thinking about the Passion of Our Lord; and while I was doing this, He came and told me:  “My daughter, one who meditates continuously on my Passion and feels sorrow for it and compassion for Me, pleases Me so much that I feel as though comforted for all that I suffered in the course of my Passion; and by always meditating on it, the soul arrives at preparing a continuous food.  In this food there are many different spices and flavors, which form different effects.  So, if in the course of my Passion they gave Me ropes and chains to tie Me, the soul releases Me and gives Me freedom.  They despised Me, spat on Me, and dishonored Me; she appreciates Me, cleans Me of that spittle, and honors Me.  They stripped Me and scourged Me; she heals Me and clothes Me.  They crowned Me with thorns, mocking Me as king, embittered my mouth with bile, and crucified Me; while the soul, meditating on all my pains, crowns Me with glory and honors Me as her king, fills my mouth with sweetness, giving Me the most delicious food, which is the memory of my own works; and unnailing Me from the Cross, she makes Me rise again in her heart.  And every time she does so, I give her a new life of grace as recompense.  She is my food, and I become her continuous food.  So, the thing that pleases Me the most is meditating continuously on my Passion.”

March 24, 1913  Volume 11
The continuous thought of His Passion.

…I add that I was thinking to myself about the sweet Mama, and Jesus told me:  “My daughter, the thought of my Passion never escaped my dear Mama, and by dint of repeating it, she filled all of Herself with Me, completely.  The same happens to the soul:  by dint of repeating what I suffered, she arrives at filling herself with Me.”

September 6, 1913  Volume 11
The Hours of the Passion are the very prayers of Jesus.

I was thinking about the Hours of the Passion, which have now been written, and how they are without any indulgence.  So, those who do them gain nothing, while there are many prayers enriched with many indulgences.  While I was thinking of this, my always lovable Jesus, all kindness, told me:  “My daughter, through the prayers with indulgences one gains something, but the Hours of my Passion, which are my very prayers, my reparations, and all love, have come out of the very depth of my Heart.  Have you perhaps forgotten how many times I have united Myself with you to do them together, and I have changed chastisements into graces over the whole earth?  So, my satisfaction is such and so great, that instead of the indulgence, I give the soul a handful of love, which contains incalculable prices of infinite value.  And besides, when things are done out of pure love, my love finds its outpouring, and it is not insignificant that the creature gives relief and outpouring to the love of the Creator.”

November 4, 1914  Volume 11
The new and continuous way to meditate the Passion.

I was doing the Hours of the Passion and Jesus, all pleased, told me:  “My daughter, if you knew what great satisfaction I feel in seeing you repeating these Hours of my Passion – always repeating them, over and over again – you would be happy.  It is true that my Saints have meditated on my Passion and have comprehended how much I suffered, melting in tears of compassion, so much so, as to feel consumed for love of my pains; but not in such a continuous way, and repeated many times in this order.  Therefore I can say that you are the first one to give Me this pleasure, so great and special, as you keep fragmenting within you – hour by hour – my life and what I suffered.  And I feel so drawn that, hour by hour, I give you this food and I eat the same food with you, doing what you do together with you.  Know, however, that I will reward you abundantly with new light and new graces; and even after your death, each time souls on earth will do these Hours of my Passion, in Heaven I will clothe you with ever new light and glory.”

November 6, 1914  Volume 11
The soul who does the Hours of the Passion makes the life of Jesus her own, and does His same office.

As I continued the usual Hours of the Passion, my lovable Jesus told me:  “My daughter, the world is in continuous act of renewing my Passion; and since my immensity envelopes everything, inside and outside the creatures, from their contact I am forced to receive nails, thorns, scourges, scorns, spit and all the rest which I suffered in the Passion – and still more.  Now, at the contact with souls who do these Hours of my Passion I feel the nails being removed, the thorns shattered, the wounds soothed, the spit taken away.  I feel I am repaid in good for the evil that others do to Me, and in feeling that their contact does no harm to Me, but good, I lean more and more on them.”

In addition to this, returning to speak about these Hours of the Passion, blessed Jesus said:  “My daughter, know that by doing these Hours the soul takes my thoughts and makes them her own; she takes my reparations, prayers, desires, affections, and even my most intimate fibers, and makes them her own.  And rising up between Heaven and earth, she does my same office, and as co-redemptrix, she says with Me:  ‘Ecce ego, mitte me  [Here I am, send me] – I want to repair for all, answer for all, and impetrate good for all’.”

December 9, 1916  Volume 11
Jesus wants to find Himself and what He did in the soul.  With this intention the soul must do the Hours of the Passion and every action.

I was afflicted because of the privations of my sweet Jesus; and if He comes, while I breathe a little bit of life, I am left more afflicted in seeing Him more afflicted than I am.  He does not want to hear about placating Himself, because creatures force Him, and snatch more scourges from Him.  But while He scourges, He cries over the lot of man, and He hides deep inside my heart, almost not to see what man suffers.  It seems that one can no longer live in these sad times; yet, it seems that this is only the beginning.

Then, as I was worried about my hard and sad lot of having to be so very often without Him, my sweet Jesus came, and throwing one arm around my neck, told me:  “My daughter, do not increase my pains by worrying – they are already too many.  I do not expect this from you; on the contrary, I want you to make my pains, my prayers and all of Myself your own, in such a way that I may find in you another Me.  In these times I want great satisfactions, and only one who makes Me his own can give them to Me.  That which the Father found in Me – glory, delight, love, satisfactions whole and perfect, and for the good of all – I want to find in these souls, like as many other Jesuses that match Me.  These intentions you must repeat in each Hour of the Passion that you do, in each action – in everything.  If I do not find my satisfactions – ah, it is over for the world!  The scourges will pour down in torrents.  Ah, my daughter! Ah, my daughter!”  And He disappeared.

February 2, 1917  Volume 11
The world has become unbalanced because it has lost the thought of the Passion.

As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, and I found my always lovable Jesus, all dripping with blood, with a horrible crown of thorns, looking at me with difficulty through the thorns.  He told me:  “My daughter, the world has become unbalanced because it has lost the thought of my Passion.  In darkness, it has not found the light of my Passion which would illuminate it; and as it would make known to it my love and how much souls cost Me, it might turn to loving the One who has truly loved it; and the light of my Passion, guiding it, would put it on its guard against all dangers.  In weakness, it has not found the strength of my Passion which would sustain it.  In impatience, it has not found the mirror of my patience which would infuse in it calm and resignation; and in the face of my patience, feeling ashamed, it would make it its duty to dominate itself.  In pains, it has not found the comfort of the pains of a God which, sustaining its pains, would infuse in it love of suffering.  In sin, it has not found my sanctity which, placing itself in front of it, would infuse in it hate of sin.  Ah! man has made an abuse of everything, because in everything he has moved away from the One who could help him.  This is why the world has lost balance.  It behaved like a child who no longer wanted to recognize his mother; or like a disciple who, denying his master, no longer wanted to listen to his teachings, or learn his lessons.  What will happen to this child and to this disciple?  They will be the sorrow of themselves, and the terror and sorrow of society.  Such has man become – terror and sorrow; but a sorrow without pity.  Ah! man is getting worse and worse, and I cry over him with tears of blood!”

July 12, 1918  Volume 12
Effects of the Passion of Jesus.

I was praying for a dying soul with a certain fear and anxiety, when my lovable Jesus came and told me:  “My daughter, why do you fear?  Don’t you know that for each word on my Passion, for each thought, compassion, reparation, memory of my pains – as many ways of electric communication open between Me and the soul, and therefore the soul keeps adorning herself with as many different beauties?  She has done the Hours of my Passion, and I will receive her as daughter of my Passion, clothed with my Blood and adorned with my wounds.  This flower has grown inside your heart, so I bless it and I receive it in my Heart, as a favorite flower.”  And while He was saying this, a flower came out of my heart, and took flight toward Jesus.

October 24, 1925  Volume 18
One who thinks about the Passion of Jesus, keeps Jesus company.  But one who lives in the Divine Will, finds the Passion of Jesus in act, and repeats It within herself.

…“My daughter, thinking about my Passion, compassionating Me in my pains, is very pleasing to Me.  I feel I am not alone in my pains, but I have with Me the company of the creature, because of whom I suffer, and whom I love so much; and as I have her with Me, my suffering becomes sweeter for Me.  How hard is isolation in suffering!  When I see Myself alone, I have no one to whom to entrust my pains, nor anyone to whom to give the fruit which my pains contain; and so I remain as though drowned with pains and love.  Therefore, as my love can endure no more, I come to You, to suffer within you, and you with Me, the pains of my Passion, in act, in order to repeat what I did and suffered in my Humanity.  To repeat my Passion in act in the creature is different from one who only thinks about and compassionates my pains.  The first is an act of my Life, which takes my place in order to repeat my pains, and I feel I am given back the effects and the value of a Divine Life.  On the other hand, when one thinks about my pains and compassionates Me, it is the mere company of the creature that I feel.  But do you know in whom I can repeat the pains of my Passion in act?  In one who has my Will as center of life.

My Will alone is one single act which has no succession of acts.  This single act is as though fixed to one point which never moves; and this point is Eternity.  And while being one single act, prime act, endless act, Its circumference is so immense that nothing can escape It; It embraces everything and everyone with one single embrace, because everything starts from that prime act, as one single act.  So, the Creation, the Redemption and the Sanctification are one single act for the Divinity; and only because it is one single act, it has the power to make all acts its own, as if they were one alone.  Now, one who lives in my Will possesses this single act, and it is no wonder that she takes part in the pains of my Passion, as though in act….”

Good Friday – Meditation

Volume 20 December 12, 1926
Lament of Jesus in His Passion, in seeing His garments being divided, and lots drawn for His tunic.  How Adam, before sinning, was clothed with light, and as he sinned, he felt the need to cover himself.

I was doing my usual acts in the Supreme Fiat, and my adored Jesus came out from within my interior and told me:  “My daughter, in My Passion there is a lament of Mine that came out with immense sorrow from the depth of My tormented Heart:  ‘They divided My garments and drew lots for My tunic.’  How painful it was for Me to see My garments being divided among My very executioners, and My tunic being gambled away.  It was the only object I possessed, given to Me, with so much love, by My sorrowful Mama; and now, they not only stripped Me of it, but they made of it a game.

“But do you know who pierced Me the most?  In those garments, Adam became present to Me, clothed with the garment of innocence and covered with the indivisible tunic of My Supreme Will.  In creating him, the uncreated Wisdom acted as more than a most loving mother; more than with a tunic, It clothed him with the unending light of My Will—a garment that is not subject to being either disarranged, or divided, or consumed; a garment that was to serve man in order to preserve the Image of his Creator and the gifts received from Him, and that was to render him admirable and holy in all his things.  Not only this, but It covered him with the overgarment of innocence.  And Adam, in Eden, with his passions divided the garments of innocence, and he gambled away the tunic of My Will—a garment that is incomparable and of radiant light.

“What Adam did in Eden was repeated under My eyes on Mount Calvary.  In seeing My garments being divided and My tunic gambled away—symbol of the royal garment given to man, My sorrow was so intense that I made of it a lament.  It became present to Me when creatures, in doing their own will, make a game of Mine, and the so many times in which they divide the garment of innocence with their passions.  All goods are enclosed in man by virtue of this royal garment of the Divine Will; once this is gambled away, he remains uncovered, he loses all goods, because he lacks the garment that kept them enclosed within himself.  So, among the many evils that creatures do by doing their own will, they add the irreparable evil of gambling away the royal garment of My Will—a garment that cannot be substituted with any other garment.”

After this, my sweet Jesus showed me Himself placing my little soul inside a Sun, and with His holy hands He held me still within that light, which was such that, as it covered me completely, inside and out, I could not see, nor was I able to see anything but light.

And my adored Good added:  “My daughter, in creating man, the Divinity placed him inside the Sun of the Divine Will, and all creatures in him.  This Sun served as garment not only for his soul, but its rays were such as to cover also his body, in such a way as to serve as more than a garment for him, rendering him so adorned and beautiful that neither kings nor emperors have ever appeared so adorned as Adam appeared, with this garment of most refulgent light.

“Those who say that, before sinning, Adam went naked are wrong.  False, false.  If all things created by Us are all adorned and clothed, he who was Our jewel, the purpose for which all things were created—was he not to have the most beautiful garment and the most beautiful ornament of all?  So, to him befitted the beautiful garment of the light of the Sun of Our Will; and since he possessed this garment of light, he had no need of material garments in order to cover himself.  As he withdrew from the Divine Fiat, so did light withdraw from his soul and from his body; he lost his beautiful garment, and in seeing himself no longer surrounded with light, he felt naked.  Feeling ashamed in seeing that he was the only one to be naked in the midst of all created things, he felt the need to cover himself, and he made use of superfluous things, created things, to cover his nakedness.

“This is so true, that after My highest sorrow of seeing My garments divided and My tunic gambled away, as My Humanity rose again I took no other garments, but I clothed Myself with the most refulgent garment of the Sun of My Supreme Will.  That was the same garment as the one that Adam possessed when he was created, because in order to open Heaven, My Humanity was to wear the garment of the light of the Sun of My Supreme Will—a royal garment; and as it gave Me the insignia of King and dominion into My hands, I opened Heaven to all the redeemed ones; and presenting Myself before My Celestial Father, I offered Him the garments of His Will, whole and beautiful, with which My Humanity was covered, so as to make Him recognize all the redeemed ones as Our children.

“So, while It is life, at the same time My Will is the true garment of the creation of the creature, and therefore It holds all rights over her.  But how much do they not do to escape from within this light?  Therefore, be still in this Sun of the Eternal Fiat, and I will help you to maintain yourself in this light.”

On hearing this, I said to Him:  “My Jesus and My All, how is this?  If Adam in the state of innocence had no need of garments because the light of Your Will was more than garment, the Sovereign Queen, however, possessed Your Will as whole, and You Yourself were Your Will Itself; yet, neither the Celestial Mama nor Yourself wore the garments of light, and both of You made use of material garments to cover Yourselves.  How is this?”

And Jesus continued, saying:  “My daughter, both My Mama and I came to set fraternal bonds with creatures; We came to raise decayed humanity, and therefore to take up the miseries and humiliations into which it had fallen, in order to expiate for them at the cost of Our lives.  Had they seen Us clothed with light, who would have dared to approach Us and to deal with Us?  And in the course of My Passion, who would have dared to touch Me?  The light of the Sun of My Will would have blinded them and crushed them to the ground.

“Therefore, I had to make a greater miracle, hiding this light within the veil of My Humanity, and appearing as one of them, because It represented, not Adam innocent, but Adam fallen, and so I was to subject Myself to all of his evils, taking them upon Myself as if they were My own, in order to expiate for them before Divine Justice.  But when I rose again from death, representing Adam innocent, the new Adam, I ceased the miracle of keeping the garments of the refulgent Sun of My Will hidden within the veil of My Humanity, and I remained clothed with most pure light; and with this royal and dazzling garment I made My entrance into My Fatherland, leaving the doors open that had remained closed up to that point, so as to let all of those who had followed Me enter.

“Therefore, by not doing Our Will, there is no good that one does not lose, and there is no evil that one does not acquire.”

Divine Mercy Novena Starts Good Friday (Today)!

Start Good Friday, April 2, 2021

The Chaplet of The Divine Mercy Novena**

(1) say the novena prayer for the day

(2) then pray the Chaplet


1. “The souls that say this chaplet will be embraced by My mercy during their lifetime and especially at the hour of their death.” (Diary, 754)

2. “When hardened sinners say it, I will fill their souls with peace, and the hour of their death will be a happy one.” (Diary, 1541)

3. “When they say this chaplet in the presence of the dying, I will stand between My Father and the dying person, not as a just Judge but as a merciful Savior.” (Diary, 1541)

4. “Whoever will recite it will receive great mercy at the hour of death.” (Diary, 687)

5. “Priests will recommend it to sinners as their last hope of salvation. Even if there were a sinner most hardened, if he were to recite this chaplet only once, he would receive grace from My infinite mercy….I desire to grant unimaginable graces to those souls who trust in My mercy.” (Diary, 687)

6. “To priests who proclaim and extol My mercy, I will give wondrous power; I will anoint their words and touch the hearts of those to whom they will speak.” (Diary, 1521)

7. “The prayer most pleasing to Me is prayer for the conversion for sinners. Know, my daughter, that this prayer is always heard and answered.” (Diary, 1397)

8. “At three o’clock, implore My mercy, especially for sinners; and, if only for a brief moment, immerse yourself in My Passion, particularly in My abandonment at the moment of agony….I will refuse nothing to the soul that makes a request of Me in virtue of My Passion.” (Diary, 1320; also, cf. Diary, 1572)

9. “Souls who spread the honor of My mercy…at the hour of death I will not be a Judge for them, but the Merciful Savior.” (Diary, 1075)

10. “I promise that the soul that will venerate this image (of the Divine Mercy) will not perish.” (Diary, 48)….“The two rays denote Blood and Water….These two rays issued from the very depths of My tender mercy when My agonized Heart was opened by a lance on the Cross. These rays shield souls from the wrath of My Father.” (Diary, 299)

11. “I desire that the Feast of Mercy…be solemnly celebrated on the first Sunday after Easter….The soul that will go to Confession and receive Holy Communion (in a state of grace on this day) shall obtain complete forgiveness of sins and punishment. (Diary, 699)

12. “Through this chaplet you will obtain everything, if what you ask for is compatible with My will.” (Diary, 1731)
Excerpts taken from the Diary of St. Faustina Kowalska, titled Divine Mercy in My Soul, Congregation of Marians of the Immaculate Conception, Stockbridge, MA 01263.

First Day:  Good Friday

Today bring to Me ALL MANKIND, ESPECIALLY ALL SINNERS, and immerse them in the ocean of My mercy. In this way you will console Me in the bitter grief into which the loss of souls plunges Me.
 Most Merciful Jesus, whose very nature it is to have compassion on us and to forgive us, do not look upon our sins but upon our trust which we place in Your infinite goodness. Receive us all into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart, and never let us escape from It. We beg this of You by Your love which unites You to the Father and the Holy Spirit. 

Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon all mankind and especially upon poor sinners, all enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. For the sake of His sorrowful Passion show us Your mercy, that we may praise the omnipotence of Your mercy for ever and ever. Amen.


Today bring to Me THE SOULS OF PRIESTS AND RELIGIOUS, and immerse them in My unfathomable mercy. It was they who gave Me strength to endure My bitter Passion. Through them as through channels My mercy flows out upon mankind. Most Merciful Jesus, from whom comes all that is good, increase Your grace in men and women consecrated to Your service,* that they may perform worthy works of mercy; and that all who see them may glorify the Father of Mercy who is in heaven. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the company of chosen ones in Your vineyard—upon the souls of priests and religious; and endow them with the strength of Your blessing. For the love of the Heart of Your Son in which they are enfolded, impart to them Your power and light, that they may be able to guide others in the way of salvation and with one voice sing praise to Your boundless mercy for ages without end. Amen.


Today bring to Me ALL DEVOUT AND FAITHFUL SOULS, and immerse then in the ocean of My mercy. The souls brought Me consolation on the Way of the Cross. They were that drop of consolation in the midst of an ocean of bitterness.
Most Merciful Jesus, from the treasury of Your mercy, You impart Your graces in great abundance to each and all. Receive us into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart and never let us escape from It. We beg this grace of You by that most wonderous love for the heavenly Father with which Your Heart burns so fiercely. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon faithful souls, as upon the inheritance of Your Son. For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, grant them Your blessing and surround them with Your constant protection. Thus may they never fail in love or lose the treasure of the holy faith, but rather, with all the hosts of Angels and Saints, may they glorify Your boundless mercy for endless ages. Amen.


Today bring to Me THOSE WHO DO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD AND THOSE WHO DO NOT YET KNOW ME. I was thinking also of them during My bitter Passion, and their future zeal comforted My Heart. Immerse them in the ocean of My mercy. Most compassionate Jesus, You are the Light of the whole world. Receive into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls of those who do not believe in God and of those who as yet do not know You. Let the rays of Your grace enlighten them that they, too, together with us, may extol Your wonderful mercy; and do not let them escape from the abode which is Your Most Compassionate Heart. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls of those who do not believe in You, and of those who as yet do not know You, but who are enclosed in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. Draw them to the light of the Gospel. These souls do not know what great happiness it is to love You. Grant that they, too, may extol the generosity of Your mercy for endless ages. Amen.


Today bring to Me THE SOULS OF THOSE WHO HAVE SEPARATED THEMSELVES FROM MY CHURCH,* and immerse them in the ocean of My mercy. During My bitter Passion they tore at My Body and Heart, that is, My Church. As they return to unity with the Church, My wounds heal and in this way they alleviate My Passion. Most Merciful Jesus, Goodness Itself, You do not refuse light to those who seek it of You. Receive into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls of those who have separated themselves from Your Church. Draw them by Your light into the unity of the Church, and do not let them escape from the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart; but bring it about that they, too, come to glorify the generosity of Your mercy. 

Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls of those who have separated themselves from Your Son’s Church, who have squandered Your blessings and misused Your graces by obstinately persisting in their errors. Do not look upon their errors, but upon the love of Your own Son and upon His bitter Passion, which He underwent for their sake, since they, too, are enclosed in His Most Compassionate Heart. Bring it about that they also may glorify Your great mercy for endless ages. Amen.


Today bring to Me THE MEEK AND HUMBLE SOULS AND THE SOULS OF LITTLE CHILDREN, and immerse them in My mercy. These souls most closely resemble My Heart. They strengthened Me during My bitter agony. I saw them as earthly Angels, who will keep vigil at My altars. I pour out upon them whole torrents of grace. Only the humble soul is capable of receiving My grace. I favor humble souls with My confidence.
Most Merciful Jesus, You yourself have said, “Learn from Me for I am meek and humble of heart.” Receive into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart all meek and humble souls and the souls of little children. These souls send all heaven into ecstasy and they are the heavenly Father’s favorites. They are a sweet-smelling bouquet before the throne of God; God Himself takes delight in their fragrance. These souls have a permanent abode in Your Most Compassionate Heart, O Jesus, and they unceasingly sing out a hymn of love and mercy. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon meek souls, upon humble souls, and upon little children who are enfolded in the abode which is the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. These souls bear the closest resemblance to Your Son. Their fragrance rises from the earth and reaches Your very throne. Father of mercy and of all goodness, I beg You by the love You bear these souls and by the delight You take in them: Bless the whole world, that all souls together may sing out the praises of Your mercy for endless ages. Amen.


Today bring to Me THE SOULS WHO ESPECIALLY VENERATE AND GLORIFY MY MERCY,* and immerse them in My mercy. These souls sorrowed most over my Passion and entered most deeply into My spirit. They are living images of My Compassionate Heart. These souls will shine with a special brightness in the next life. Not one of them will go into the fire of hell. I shall particularly defend each one of them at the hour of death. Most Merciful Jesus, whose Heart is Love Itself, receive into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls of those who particularly extol and venerate the greatness of Your mercy. These souls are mighty with the very power of God Himself. In the midst of all afflictions and adversities they go forward, confident of Your mercy; and united to You, O Jesus, they carry all mankind on their shoulders. These souls will not be judged severely, but Your mercy will embrace them as they depart from this life. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls who glorify and venerate Your greatest attribute, that of Your fathomless mercy, and who are enclosed in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. These souls are a living Gospel; their hands are full of deeds of mercy, and their hearts, overflowing with joy, sing a canticle of mercy to You, O Most High! I beg You O God: Show them Your mercy according to the hope and trust they have placed in You. Let there be accomplished in them the promise of Jesus, who said to them that during their life, but especially at the hour of death, the souls who will venerate this fathomless mercy of His, He, Himself, will defend as His glory. Amen.


Today bring to Me THE SOULS WHO ARE DETAINED IN PURGATORY, and immerse them in the abyss of My mercy. Let the torrents of My Blood cool down their scorching flames. All these souls are greatly loved by Me. They are making retribution to My justice. It is in your power to bring them relief. Draw all the indulgences from the treasury of My Church and offer them on their behalf. Oh, if you only knew the torments they suffer, you would continually offer for them the alms of the spirit and pay off their debt to My justice. Most Merciful Jesus, You Yourself have said that You desire mercy; so I bring into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls in Purgatory, souls who are very dear to You, and yet, who must make retribution to Your justice. May the streams of Blood and Water which gushed forth from Your Heart put out the flames of Purgatory, that there, too, the power of Your mercy may be celebrated. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls suffering in Purgatory, who are enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. I beg You, by the sorrowful Passion of Jesus Your Son, and by all the bitterness with which His most sacred Soul was flooded: Manifest Your mercy to the souls who are under Your just scrutiny. Look upon them in no other way but only through the Wounds of Jesus, Your dearly beloved Son; for we firmly believe that there is no limit to Your goodness and compassion. Amen.


Today bring to Me SOULS WHO HAVE BECOME LUKEWARM,* and immerse them in the abyss of My mercy. These souls wound My Heart most painfully. My soul suffered the most dreadful loathing in the Garden of Olives because of lukewarm souls. They were the reason I cried out: ‘Father, take this cup away from Me, if it be Your will.’ For them, the last hope of salvation is to run to My mercy. Most compassionate Jesus, You are Compassion Itself. I bring lukewarm souls into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart. In this fire of Your pure love, let these tepid souls, who, like corpses, filled You with such deep loathing, be once again set aflame. O Most Compassionate Jesus, exercise the omnipotence of Your mercy and draw them into the very ardor of Your love, and bestow upon them the gift of holy love, for nothing is beyond Your power. Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon lukewarm souls who are nonetheless enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. Father of Mercy, I beg You by the bitter Passion of Your Son and by His three-hour agony on the Cross: Let them, too, glorify the abyss of Your mercy. Amen.

Holy Thursday – Maundy Thursday

From the Hours of the Passion – By Luisa Piccarreta

Fourth Hour From 8 to 9 PM The Eucharistic Supper

My Sweet Love, always insatiable in Your Love, I see that as You finish the legal supper together with Your dear disciples, You get up from the table, and united with them, You raise the hymn of thanksgiving to the Father for having given you food, wanting to repair for all the lack of thanksgiving of the creatures, and for all the means He gives us for the preservation of corporal life.  This is why You, O Jesus, in anything You do, touch or see, always have on Your lips the words, “Thanks be to You, O Father.”  I too, Jesus, united with You, take the words from Your very lips, and I will say, always and in everything, “Thank You for myself and for all,” in order to continue the reparations for the lack of thanksgiving.

The washing of the feet

But, O my Jesus, it seems that Your Love has no respite.  I see that You make Your beloved disciples sit down again; You take a basin of water, wrap a white tablecloth around Your waist and prostrate Yourself at the apostles’ feet, with a gesture so humble as to draw the attention of all Heaven, and to make It remain ecstatic.  The apostles themselves stay almost motionless in seeing You prostrate at their feet.  But tell me, my Love, what do You want?  What do You intend to do with this act so humble?  A Humility never before seen, and which will never be seen!

“Ah, My child, I want all souls, and prostrate at their feet like a poor beggar, I ask for them, I importune them and, crying, I plot Love traps around them in order to obtain them!

“Prostrate at their feet, with this bucket of water mixed with My tears, I want to wash them of any imperfection and prepare them to receive Me in the Sacrament.

“I so much cherish this act of receiving Me in the Eucharist, that I do not want to entrust this office to the Angels, and not even to My Dear Mama, but I Myself want to purify them, down to the most intimate fibers, in order to dispose them to receive the fruit of the Sacrament; and in the apostles I intended to prepare all souls.

“I intend to repair for all the holy works and for the administration of Sacraments, especially those made by priests with a spirit of pride, empty of Divine Spirit and of disinterest.  Ah, how many good works reach Me more to dishonor Me than to honor Me!  More to embitter Me than to please Me!  More to give Me death than to give Me life!  These are the offenses that sadden Me the most.  Ah, yes, My child, count all the most intimate offenses that they give Me, and repair with My own Reparations.  Console My embittered Heart.”

O my afflicted Good, I make Your Life my own, and together with You I intend to repair for all these offenses.  I want to enter into the most intimate hiding places of Your Divine Heart and repair with Your own Heart for the most intimate and secret offenses, which You receive from Your dearest ones.  O my Jesus, I want to follow You in everything, and together with You I want to go through all the souls who are about to receive You in the Eucharist, enter into their hearts, and place my hands together with Yours, to purify them.

O please, O Jesus, with these tears of Yours and this water with which You washed the feet of the apostles, let us wash the souls who must receive You; let us purify their hearts; let us inflame them, and shake off the dust with which they are dirtied, so that, when they receive You, You may find in them Your satisfactions, instead of Your bitternesses.

But, my affectionate Good, while You are all intent on washing the feet of the apostles, I look at You, and I see another sorrow which pierces Your Most Holy Heart.  These apostles represent all the future children of the Church, and each of them, the series of each one of Your sorrows.  In some, weaknesses, in some, deceits; in one, hypocrisies, in the other, excessive love for interests; in Saint Peter the lack of firmness and all the offenses of the leaders of the Church; in Saint John the offenses of Your most faithful ones; in Judas all of the apostates, with all the series of great evils which they commit.

Ah, Your sorrow is suffocated by pain and by Love; so much so, that unable to contain it, You pause at the feet of each apostle and burst into tears, praying and repairing for each one of these offenses, and impetrating the appropriate remedy for all.

My Jesus, I too unite myself to You; I make Your Prayers, Your Reparations and Your appropriate Remedies for each soul, my own.  I want to mix my tears with Yours, that You may never be alone, but may always have me with You, to share in Your pains.

But, sweet Love of mine, as You continue to wash the feet of the apostles, I see that You are now at Judas’ feet.  I hear Your labored breath.  I see that You not only cry, but sob, and as You wash those feet, You kiss them, You press them to Your Heart; and unable to speak with Your voice because it is suffocated by crying, You look at him with eyes swollen with tears, and say to him with Your Heart, “My child, O please, I pray you with the voices of My tears—do not go to hell!  Give Me your soul, which I ask of you, prostrate at your feet.  Tell Me, what do you want?  What do you demand?  I will give you everything, provided that you do not lose yourself.  O please, spare this sorrow to Me, your God!”  And again, You press those feet to Your Heart.  But in seeing the hardness of Judas, Your Heart is cornered; Your Heart suffocates You, and You are about to faint.  My Heart and my Life, allow me to sustain You in my arms.  I understand that these are Your Loving devices, which You use with each obstinate sinner.

O please, I pray you, my Heart—as I compassionate You and repair for the offenses which You receive from the souls who are obstinate in not wanting to convert, let us go around the earth, and wherever there are obstinate sinners, let us give them Your tears to soften them, Your kisses and Your squeezes of Love to bind them to You, in such a way that they will not be able to escape, and therefore relieve You from the pain of the loss of Judas.

Institution of the Eucharist

My Jesus, my joy and delight, I see that Your Love runs, and runs rapidly.  You stand up, sorrowful as You are, and You almost run to the altar where there is bread and wine ready for the Consecration.  I see You, my Heart, assuming a look wholly New and never seen before.  Your Divine Person acquires a tender, Loving, affectionate appearance; Your eyes blaze with Light, more than if they were suns; Your rosy face is radiant; Your lips are smiling and burning with Love; Your Creative Hands assume the attitude of Creating.  I see You, my Love, all transformed; Your Divinity seems to overflow from Your Humanity.

My Heart and my Life, Jesus, this appearance of Yours, never before seen, draws the attention of all the apostles.  They are caught by a sweet enchantment and do not dare even to breathe.  Your Sweet Mama runs in spirit to the foot of the altar, to admire the portents of Your Love.  The Angels descend from Heaven, asking themselves, “What is this?  What is this?  These are true follies, true excesses!  A God who Creates, not heaven or earth, but Himself.  And where?  In the most wretched matter of a little bread and a little wine.”

But while they are all around You, O insatiable Love, I see that You take the bread in Your hands; You offer it to the Father, and I hear Your most sweet voice say, “Holy Father, thanks be to You, for always answering Your Son.  Holy Father, concur with Me.  One day, You sent Me from Heaven to earth to be Incarnated in the Womb of My Mama, to come and save Our children.  Now, allow Me to be Incarnated in each Host, to continue their salvation and be Life of each one of My children.  Do You see, O Father?  Few hours of My Life are left; who would have the heart to leave My children orphaned and alone?  Many are their enemies—the obscurities, the passions, the weaknesses to which they are subject.  Who will help them?  O please, I supplicate You to let Me stay in each Host, to be Life of each one, and therefore put to flight their enemies; to be their Light, Strength and Help in everything.  Otherwise, where shall they go?  Who will help them?  Our Works are Eternal, My Love is irresistible—I cannot leave My children, nor do I want to.”

The Father is moved at the tender and affectionate voice of the Son.  He descends from Heaven; He is already on the altar, and united with the Holy Spirit, concurs with the Son.  And Jesus, with sonorous and moving voice, pronounces the words of the Consecration, and without leaving Himself, Creates Himself in that bread and wine.

Then You communicate Your apostles, and I believe that our Celestial Mama did not remain without receiving You.  Ah, Jesus, the Heavens bow down and all send to You an act of adoration in Your new state of profound annihilation.

But, O sweet Jesus, while Your Love remains pleased and satisfied, having nothing left to do, I see, O my Good, on this altar, Hosts which will perpetuate until the end of centuries; and lined up in each Host, Your whole sorrowful Passion, because the creatures, at the excesses of Your Love, prepare for You excesses of ingratitude and enormous crimes.  And I, Heart of my heart, want to be always with You in each tabernacle, in all the pyxes and in each Consecrated Host which will ever be until the end of the world, to emit my acts of reparation, according to the offenses You receive.

O Jesus, I contemplate You in the Holy Host, and as though seeing You in Your Adorable Person, I kiss Your majestic forehead; but in kissing You, I feel the pricks of Your thorns.  O my Jesus, in this Holy Host, how many creatures do not spare You thorns.  They come before You, and instead of sending You the homage of their good thoughts, they send You their evil thoughts; and You lower Your Head again as You did in the Passion, receiving and bearing the thorns of these evil thoughts.  O my Love, I draw near You to share in Your pains; I place all my thoughts in Your Mind in order to expel these thorns that sadden You so much.  And may each one of my thoughts flow in each one of Your Thoughts, to make an act of reparation for each evil thought, and therefore console Your sad Mind.  Jesus, my Good, I kiss Your beautiful eyes; I see Your Loving Gaze toward those who come before Your Presence, anxious to receive the return of their gazes of love.  But how many come before You, and instead of looking at You and searching for You, look at things which distract them, and so deprive You of the pleasure You feel in the exchange of gazes of love!  You cry, and as I kiss You, I feel my lips wet with Your tears.  My Jesus, do not cry; I want to place my eyes in Yours to share in these pains with You, and to cry with You.  And wanting to repair for all the distracted gazes of creatures, I offer You my gazes, always fixed in You.

Jesus, my Love, I kiss Your Most Holy ears; I now see You intent on listening to what the creatures want from You, in order to console them.  But, instead, they send to Your ears prayers badly said, full of diffidence, prayers done out of habit; and in this Holy Host, Your hearing is molested more than in Your very Passion.  O my Jesus, I want to take all the Harmonies of Heaven and place them in Your ears to repair You, and I want to place my ears in Yours, not only to share these pains with You, but to offer You my continuous act of reparation, and to console You.

Jesus, my Life, I kiss Your Most Holy Face; I see it bleeding, bruised and swollen.  The creatures, O Jesus, come before the Holy Host, and with their indecent postures and evil discourses, instead of giving You honor, seem to send You slaps and spittle.  And You, just like in the Passion, receive them in all peace and patience, and You bear everything!  O Jesus, I want to place my face close to Yours, not only to kiss You and to receive the insults that come to You from Your creatures, but to share with You all Your pains.  And with my hands, I intend to caress You, wipe off the spit, and press You tightly to my heart; and of my being, to make many tiny little pieces, placing them before You, like many souls who adore You; and to turn my movements into continuous prostrations, to repair for the dishonors You receive from all creatures.

My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy lips; I see that in descending Sacramentally into the hearts of Your creatures, You are forced to lean on many cutting, impure, evil tongues.  O, how embittered You remain!  You feel as though poisoned by these tongues, and it is even worse when You descend into their hearts!  O Jesus, if it were possible, I would want to be in the mouth of each creature, to turn into praises all the offenses You receive from them!

My weary Good, I kiss Your Most Holy Head.  I see it tired, exhausted, and all occupied in Your crafting of Love.  Tell me, what do You do?  And You, “My child, in this Host I work from morning to evening, forming Chains of Love; and as souls come to Me, I bind them to My Heart.  But do you know what they do to Me?  Many wriggle free by force, shattering My Loving Chains; and since these Chains are linked to My Heart, I am tortured and become delirious.  Then, in breaking My Chains, they render My crafting useless, looking for the chains of the creatures.  And they do this even in My Presence, using Me in order to reach their own ends.  This grieves Me so much as to make Me faint and rave.”

How much compassion I feel for You, O Jesus!  Your Love is cornered, and I, in order to relieve You from the offenses You receive from these souls, I pray You to chain my heart with those Chains broken by them, in order to give You my return of love in their place.

My Jesus, my Divine Archer, I kiss Your breast.  The Fire You contain in it is such and so much that, in order to give a little vent to Your Flames and to take a little break from Your Work, You begin to play with the souls who come to You, shooting arrows of Love which come out from Your breast toward them.  Your Game is to form arrows, darts, spears; and when they strike souls, You become festive.  But many, O Jesus, reject them, sending You arrows of coldness, darts of lukewarmness, and spears of ingratitude in return.  And You remain so afflicted as to cry bitterly!  O Jesus, here is my breast, ready to receive not only Your arrows destined to me, but also those which the other souls reject; so You will no longer remain defeated in Your Love Game.  In this way, I will also repair for the coldness, the lukewarmness and the ingratitude, which You receive from them.

O Jesus, I kiss Your left hand, and I intend to repair for all the illicit or blameworthy touches, done in Your Presence; and I pray you always to hold me tightly to Your Heart!

O Jesus, I kiss Your right hand, and I intend to repair for all the sacrileges, especially the Masses badly celebrated!  How many times, my Love, You are forced to descend from Heaven into unworthy hands and breasts; and even though You feel nausea for being in those hands, Love forces You to stay.  Even more, in some of Your ministers, You find the ones who renew Your Passion, because, with their enormous crimes and sacrileges, they renew the Deicide!  Jesus, I am frightened at this thought!  But, alas, just as in the Passion You were in the hands of the Jews, You are in those unworthy hands, like a meek lamb, waiting, again, for Your death and also for their conversion.  O Jesus, how much You suffer!  You would like a loving hand to free You from those bloodthirsty hands.  O Jesus, when You are in those hands, I pray you to call me near You, and in order to repair You, I will cover You with the purity of the Angels, I will perfume You with Your Virtues to reduce the nausea You feel in being in those hands, and I will offer You my heart as escape and refuge.  While You are in me, I will pray for Priests, that they may be Your worthy Ministers.  Amen.

O Jesus, I kiss Your left foot, and I intend to repair for those who receive You out of habit and without the necessary dispositions.

O Jesus, I kiss Your right foot, and I intend to repair for those who receive You to offend You.  O please, when they dare to do this, I pray you to renew the miracle You made with Longinus.  Just as You healed him and converted him at the touch of the Blood that gushed forth from Your Heart, pierced by his lance, in the same way, at Your Sacramental touch, convert the offenses into love, and the offenders into lovers!

O Jesus, I kiss Your Most Sweet Heart, into which all offenses pour, and I intend to repair for everything, to give You return of love for all, and to share in Your pains, always together with You!

O Celestial Archer, if any offense escapes my reparation, I pray you to imprison me in Your Heart and in Your Will, so that I may repair for everything.  I will pray the Sweet Mama to keep me always with Her, in order to repair everything, and for everyone.  We will kiss You together, and keeping You sheltered, we will drive away from You the waves of bitterness that You receive from the creatures.  O please, O Jesus, remember that I too am a poor sinful soul.  Enclose me in Your Heart, and with the Chains of Your Love, not only imprison me, but bind, one by one, my thoughts, my affections, my desires.  Chain my hands and my feet to Your Heart, that I may have no other hands and feet but Yours!

And so, my Love, my prison will be Your Heart, my Chains will be made of Love; Your flames will be my Food, Your Breath will be mine, the fences preventing me from going out will be Your Most Holy Will.  So I will see nothing but Flames, I will touch nothing but Fire; and while they give me Life, they will give me death, like that You suffer in the Holy Host.  I will give You my life, and so, while I remain imprisoned in You, You will be released in me.  Is this not Your intent in imprisoning Yourself in the Host, in order to be released by the souls who receive You, becoming Alive in them?  And now, as a sign of Love, Bless me, give the mystical kiss of Love to my soul, while I remain clasped and clinging to You.

O my Sweet Heart, I see that after You have instituted the Most Holy Sacrament and have seen the enormous ingratitude and the offenses of the creatures at the excesses of Your Love, although wounded and embittered, You do not draw back; rather, You want to drown everything in the immensity of Your Love.

I see You, O Jesus, as You administer Yourself to Your apostles, and then You add that they too must do what You have done, giving them authority to consecrate; and so You ordain them priests and institute the other Sacraments.  Thus You take care of everything, and You repair for everything:  the sermons badly given, the Sacraments administered and received without disposition, and therefore without effects; the mistaken vocations of priests, on their part and on the part of those who ordain them, not using all means in order to discern the true vocations.  Ah, nothing escapes You, O Jesus, and I intend to follow You and to repair for all these offenses.

Then, after You have given fulfillment to everything, You gather Your apostles and set out for the Garden of Gethsemane, to begin Your sorrowful Passion.  I will follow You in everything, to keep You faithful company.

Prayers from Reflections and Practices at the end.

O my Sweet Love, in this hour You transubstantiated Yourself into bread and wine.  O please, O Jesus, let all that I say and do be a continuous Consecration of Yourself in me and in souls.

Sweet Life of mine, when You come into me, let my every heartbeat, every desire, every affection, thought and word feel the power of the Sacramental Consecration in such a way that, being Consecrated, all my little being may become as many hosts in order to give You to souls.

O Jesus, Sweet Love of mine, may I be Your little host in order to enclose in me, like a Living Host, all of Yourself.

The Day of The Palms

Vol 4 – March 31, 1901 – Inconstancy and volubility.
This morning, feeling all embittered, I saw myself still so bad, that I almost did not dare to go in search of my highest and only Good. But the Lord, looking not at my miseries, still deigned to come, telling me: “My daughter, is it Me that you want? Well then, I have come to cheer you – let us be together but let us remain in silence.” After staying for some time, He transported me outside of myself, and I saw that the Church was celebrating the Day of the Palms; and Jesus, breaking the silence, told me: “How much volubility, how much inconstancy! Just as today they cried out ‘Hosanna!’, proclaiming Me as their King, another day they cried out ‘Crucify Him! Crucify Him!’ My daughter, the thing that displeases Me the most is inconstancy and volubility, because this is the sign that the truth has not taken possession of these souls. Even in things of religion, it may be that they find their satisfaction, their own convenience and interest, or that they just find themselves in that party; but tomorrow these things may be missing, or they may find themselves involved in other parties – and here is how they deviate from religion, and with no regret they give themselves to other sects. Indeed, when the true light of Truth enters a soul and takes possession of a heart, she is not subject to inconstancy. On the contrary, she sacrifices everything for love of It and to let herself be mastered by It alone; and with unconquered heart she despises everything else which does not belong to the Truth.” And while saying this, He cried over the condition of the present generation, worse than in those times, subject to inconstancy according to wherever the winds blow.

Vol 6 – April 16, 1905 – Suffering is reigning.
Continuing in my usual state, my lovable Jesus made Himself seen for a little, with a nail inside His Heart; and drawing near my heart He would touch it with that nail, and I would feel mortal pains. Then He said to me: “My daughter, it is the world that drives this nail deep inside my Heart, giving Me a continuous death. So, by justice, just as they give Me continuous death, I will allow that they give death among themselves, killing one another like many dogs.” And while saying this, He made me hear the screams of the rioters, to the point that I remained deafened for four or five days. Then, as I was very much in suffering, He came back a little later and told me: “Today is the Day of the Palms in which I was proclaimed King. All must aspire to a kingdom, but in order to acquire the Eternal Kingdom it is necessary for the creature to acquire the regimen of herself through the dominion of her passions. The only means is suffering, because suffering is reigning; that is, through patience, man puts himself in his place, becoming king of himself and of the eternal kingdom.”

The Solemnity of the Annunciation of the Lord 3/25

Link to The Feast of the

Annunciation in the Divine Will

The Solemnity of the Annunciation of the Lord

We go to the Throne of God linked to mama Luisa in The Most Holy Divine Will united with the Sacred Heart of Jesus and The Immaculate Heart of Mary and we pray with all souls past, present and future, with all the Angels and Saints with one voice speaking for all of Creation:

+++ “Fiat Mihi +++

Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word.”

John 6:38

“I came down from heaven not to do my own will
but the will of the one who sent me. ”

Matthew 7:21

“”Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven,
but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven.”

Psalms 40: 7 – 11

Then I said, “Lo, I come; in the roll of the book it is written of me;
I delight to do thy will, O my God; thy law is within my heart.”
I have told the glad news of deliverance in the great
congregation; lo, I have not restrained my lips, as thou
knowest, O LORD.

I have not hid thy saving help within my heart, I have spoken of
thy faithfulness and thy salvation; I have not concealed thy
steadfast love and thy faithfulness from the great congregation.
Do not thou, O LORD, withhold thy mercy from me, let thy
steadfast love and thy faithfulness ever preserve me!

 Hebrews 10: 4 – 10

For it is impossible that the blood of bulls
and goats should take away sins.
Consequently, when Christ came into the world, he said, “Sacrifices
and offerings thou hast not desired, but a body hast thou prepared for me;
in burnt offerings and sin offerings thou hast taken no pleasure.

Then I said, `Lo, I have come to do thy will, O God, ‘as it is
written of me in the roll of the book.”
When he said above, “Thou hast neither desired nor taken pleasure
in sacrifices and offerings and burnt offerings and sin
offerings” (these are offered according to the law),
then he added, “Lo, I have come to do thy will.” He
abolishes the first in order to establish the second.
And by that will we have been sanctified through
the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.

Luke 1: 26 – 38

In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from
God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth,
to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was
Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin’s
name was Mary.

And he came to her and said, “Hail, full of grace, the
Lord is with you!”
But she was greatly troubled at the saying, and
considered in her mind what sort of greeting this
might be.

And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary,
for you have found favor with God.
And behold, you will conceive in your womb and
bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.

He will be great, and will be called the Son of the
Most High; and the Lord God will give to him the
throne of his father David,
and he will reign over the house of Jacob for ever;
and of his kingdom there will be no end.”

And Mary said to the angel, “How shall this be,
since I have no husband?”

And the angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will
come upon you, and the power of the Most High
will overshadow you; therefore the child to be
born will be called holy, the Son of God.

And behold, your kinswoman Elizabeth in her
old age has also conceived a son; and this is the
sixth month with her who was called barren.
For with God nothing will be impossible.”

And Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of
the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”

And the angel departed from her.

“Here am I, Lord; I come to do your will.”
We link our “Fiat” with mama Luisa and The Blessed Mother’s “Fiat Mihi,” 
in The Most Holy Divine Will,
all for the Love, Praise, Glory, and Honor to Our Triune God
and for the salvation of souls!

With Mama Luisa may this act be multiplied to the infinite in every thought word and deed in The Most Holy Divine Will and for every beat of our hearts and breath that we take in time and in eternity.
We bring all souls, including all Angels and Saints, from the first to the last and repeat this act in every beat of all hearts and every breath that all take.
We bring all creatures, from the first to the last: and repeat this act in every beat of all hearts and every breath that all take.
We bring all of creation, past, present and future in every molecule that exists, we repeat this holy intention.


The Virgin Mary In the Kingdom of the Divine Will

Day Nineteen

The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.

The Doors of Heaven open, the Sun of the Eternal Word
places Himself on the lookout.
He sends His Angel
 to tell the Virgin that the Hour of God has come. 


The soul to her Celestial Mama:

Holy Mama, here I am again on the knees of my Mama.  I am your child, who wants to be fed the food of your most sweet word, which brings me the balm to heal the wounds of my miserable human will.  My Mama, speak to me; let your powerful words descend into my heart and form a new creation, in order to form the seed of the Divine Will in my soul.

Lesson of the Sovereign Queen:

Dearest child, this is precisely the purpose for which I love so much to let you hear the celestial secrets of the Divine Fiat, the portents It can operate where It reigns completely, and the great harm of one who lets himself be dominated by the human will: that you may love the Divine Will, to let It form Its throne within you, and abhor the human will, to make of it the footstool of the Divine Will, keeping it sacrificed at Its divine feet.

Now, my child, listen to Me: I continued my life in Nazareth; the Divine Fiat continued to expand Its Kingdom within Me. It used my littlest acts, even the most indifferent ones – such as keeping the little house in order, starting the fire, sweeping, and all the tasks that are usually done in the families to let Me feel Its life palpitating in the fire, in the water, in the food, in the air I breathed – in everything.

And investing them, It formed over my little acts seas of light, of grace, of sanctity; because wherever It reigns, the Divine Will has the power to form, from little trifles, new heavens of enchanting beauty. In fact, being immense, It does not know how to do small things, but with Its power It gives value to trifles, and makes of them the greatest things, such as to astonish Heaven and earth.  Everything is holy, everything is sacred, for one who lives of Divine Will.

Now, child of my Heart, pay attention to Me and listen: several days before the descent of the Eternal Word upon earth, I could see Heaven opened and the Sun of the Divine Word at Its doors, as though to look out for the one upon whom He was to take His flight, to render Himself Celestial Prisoner of a creature. Oh! how beautiful it was to see Him at the doors of Heaven, as though on the lookout, and to spy the fortunate creature who was to host her Creator! The Sacrosanct Trinity no longer looked at the earth as alien to Them, because there was little Mary who, by possessing the Divine Will, had formed the Divine Kingdom in which He could descend safely, as in His own dwelling, in which He would find Heaven and the many suns of the many acts of Divine Will done in my soul. The Divinity overflowed with love, and removing the mantle of justice which, for so many centuries, They had kept with creatures, They covered Themselves with the mantle of infinite mercy, and decreed among Themselves the descent of the Word, and were in the act of sounding the hour of the fulfillment. At this sound, Heaven and earth were astounded, and all stood at attention, to be spectators of such a great excess of love, and a prodigy so unheard-of.

Your Mama felt ignited with love, and echoing the love of my Creator, I wanted to form one single sea of love, so that the Word might descend upon earth within it.  My prayers were incessant, and while I was praying in my little room, an Angel came, sent from Heaven as messenger of the great King.  He came before Me, and bowing, he hailed Me“Hail, O Mary, our Queen; the Divine Fiat has filled You with grace. He has already pronounced His Fiat – that He wants to descend; He is already behind my shoulders, but He wants your Fiat to form the fulfillment of His Fiat.”

At such a great announcement, so much desired by Me – although I had never thought I would be the chosen one – I was stupefied and hesitated one instant. But the Angel of the Lord told Me: “Do not fear, our Queen, for You have found grace before God. You have conquered your Creator; therefore, to complete the victory – pronounce your Fiat.”

I pronounced my Fiat, and – oh! marvel – the two Fiat fused together and the Divine Word descended into Me. My Fiat, which was endowed with same value as the Divine Fiat, from the seed of my humanity, formed the tiny little Humanity which was to enclose the Word; and the great prodigy of the Incarnation was accomplished.

Oh! power of the Supreme Fiat – You raised Me so high as to render Me powerful, to the point of being able to create within Me that Humanity which was to enclose the Eternal Word, whom Heaven and earth could not contain. The heavens were shaken, and all Creation assumed the attitude of feast; and exulting with joy, they peeked over the little house of Nazareth, to give homages and obsequies to the Creator made Man; and in their mute language, they said: “Oh! prodigy of prodigies, which only a God could do. Immensity has made itself little, power has rendered itself powerless, His unreachable height has lowered itself deep into the abyss of the womb of a Virgin, and at the same time, He is little and immense, powerful and powerless, strong and weak.”

My dear child, you cannot comprehend what your Mama experienced in the act of the Incarnation of the Word. All pressed upon Me and awaited my Fiat, I could say, omnipotent.

Now, dear child, listen to Mehow much you should take to heart doing the Divine Will and living of It. My power still exists – let Me pronounce my Fiat over your soul. But in order to do this, I want your own. A true good cannot be done with one alone; the greatest works are always done between two. God Himself did not want to do it on His own, but wanted Me together with Him to form the great prodigy of the Incarnation; and in my Fiat and in His, the life of the Man-God was formed, the destiny of mankind was restored, Heaven was no longer closed; all goods were enclosed between the two Fiat.  Therefore, let us pronounce them together: “Fiat, Fiat”, and my maternal love will enclose in you the life of the Divine Will.

Enough for now; tomorrow I will wait for you again, to narrate to my child the continuation of the Incarnation.

The soul:

Beautiful Mama, I feel stupefied in hearing your beautiful lessons. O please! I pray You to pronounce your Fiat over me; and I will pronounce my own, so that that Fiat, for which You so much yearn to reign as life in me, may be conceived in me.

Little Sacrifice:

Today, to honor Me, You will come to give the first kiss to Jesus, and will say to Him, as many as nine times, that you want to do His Will.  And I will repeat the prodigy of making Jesus be conceived in your soul.

Ejaculatory Prayer:

Powerful Queen, pronounce your Fiat, and create in me the Will of God.