Prayer to the Celestial Queen
for each day of the month of May
Immaculate Queen, my Celestial Mother, I come onto your maternal knees to abandon myself in your arms as your dear child, and to ask of You, with the most ardent sighs, in this month consecrated to You, the greatest of graces: that You admit me to live in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.
Holy Mama, You who are the Queen of this Kingdom, admit me to live in It as your child, that It may no longer be deserted, but populated by your children. Therefore, Sovereign Queen, I entrust myself to You, that You may lead my steps in the Kingdom of the Divine Will; and as I cling to your maternal hand, You will lead all my being to live perennial life in the Divine Will. You will be my Mama, and to You, as my Mama, I deliver my will, that You may exchange it with the Divine Will, and so I may be sure I will not go out of Its Kingdom. Therefore I pray You to illumine me in order to make me comprehend what ‘Will of God’ means.
Little Sacrifice of the Month:
Each morning, midday and night – three times a day – let us go onto the knees of our Celestial Mama, and say to Her: “My Mama, I love You; and You – love me, and give a sip of Divine Will to my soul. Give me your blessing, that I may do all of my actions under your maternal gaze.
The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will.
The Hour of Sorrow approaches. Painful Separation.
Jesus in His Public and Apostolic Life.
The soul to her Celestial Mother:
Here I come again to You, my Queen Mama. Today, my love of daughter toward You makes me run to be spectator of when my sweet Jesus, separating from You, goes on His way to form His apostolic life in the midst of creatures. Holy Mama, I know that You will suffer very much; each moment of separation from Jesus will cost You your life; and I, your child, do not want to leave You alone. I want to dry your tears, and with my company, I want to break your loneliness; and as we remain together, You will continue to give me your beautiful lessons on the Divine Will.
Lesson of the Queen of Heaven:
My dearest child, your company will be very pleasing to Me, because in you I will feel the first gift that Jesus gives Me – a gift made of pure love, produced by His sacrifice and mine; a gift which will cost Me the life of my Son.
Now, pay attention to Me and listen. Hear, my child: a life of sorrow, of loneliness and of long separations from my Highest Good, Jesus, begins for your Mama. His hidden life is ended, and He feels the irresistible need of love to go out in public, to make Himself known, and to go in search of man, lost in the maze of his will, and prey to all evils. Dear Saint Joseph had already died; Jesus was leaving, and I remained alone in the little house.
When my beloved Jesus asked Me for the obedience to leave – because He did nothing without first telling Me – I felt a blow in my Heart, but knowing that that was the Supreme Will, immediately I pronounced my Fiat – I did not hesitate one instant; and between my Fiat and the Fiat of my Son, We separated. In the ardor of our love, He blessed Me, and He left Me. I accompanied Him with my gaze while I could, and then, withdrawing, I abandoned Myself in that Divine Will which was my life. But – O! power of the Divine Fiat – this Holy Will never let Me lose sight of my Son, nor did He lose Me; on the contrary, I felt His heartbeat in mine, and Jesus felt mine in His.
Dear child, I had received my Son from the Divine Will, and whatever this Holy Will gives, is not subject either to ending or to suffering separation – Its gifts are permanent and eternal. Therefore, my Son was mine; no one could take Him away from Me – neither death, nor sorrow, nor separation – because the Divine Will had given Him to Me. So, our separation was the appearance, but in reality We were fused together; more so, since one was the Will that animated Us. How could We separate?
Now, you must know that the light of the Divine Will allowed Me to see how badly and with how much ingratitude they treated my Son. He directed His step toward Jerusalem; His first visit was to the holy Temple, in which He began the series of His preachings. But – ah! sorrow – His word, full of life, bearer of peace, of love and of order, was misinterpreted and badly listened to – especially by the erudite and the learned of those times. And when my Son said that He was the Son of God, the Word of the Father, the One who had come to save them, they took such offense that they wanted to devour Him with their furious gazes. O, how my beloved Good, Jesus, suffered. His creative word, rejected, made Him feel the death which they gave to His divine word; and I was all attention, all eyes, in looking at that Divine Heart, bleeding, and I offered Him my maternal Heart to receive the same wounds, to console Him and give Him a support when He was about to succumb. O! how many times, after imparting His word, I saw Him forgotten by all, without anyone who would offer Him a refreshment; alone – alone, outside of the city walls; outside, under the vault of the starry heavens, leaning on a tree, crying and praying for the salvation of all. And I, your Mama, dear child, cried with Him from my little house; and in the light of the Divine Fiat, I sent Him my tears as refreshment, my chaste embraces and my kisses as comfort.
But in seeing Himself rejected by the great, the learned, my beloved Son did not stop, nor could He stop – His love ran, because He wanted souls. So He surrounded Himself with the poor, the afflicted, the sick, the lame, the blind, the mute, and with many other maladies by which the poor creatures were oppressed – all of them images of the many evils which the human will had produced in them. And dear Jesus healed everyone; He consoled and instructed everyone. So He became the friend, the father, the doctor, the teacher of the poor.
My child, it can be said that the poor shepherds were the ones who received Him with their visits at His birth, and the poor are those who follow Him in the last years of His life down here, unto His death. In fact, the poor, the ignorant, are more simple, less attached to their own judgment, and therefore they are more favored, more blessed, and preferred by my dear Son; so much so, that He chose poor fishermen as Apostles, as pillars of the future Church.
Now, dearest child, if I wanted to tell you what my Son and I did and suffered during these three years of His public life, I would be too long. What I recommend to you is that in everything you may do and suffer, your first and last act be the Divine Fiat. In the Fiat I separated from my Son, and the Fiat gave Me the strength to make the sacrifice. In the same way, you will find strength for everything, even in the pains that cost you your life, if you enclose everything in the Eternal Fiat. Therefore, give your word to your Mama, that you will let yourself be found always in the Divine Will. In this way, you too will feel the inseparability from Me and from our Highest Good, Jesus.
Most sweet Mama, how I compassionate You in seeing You suffer so much. O please, I pray You, pour your tears and those of Jesus into my soul, to reorder it and enclose it in the Divine Fiat.
Today, to honor Me, you will give Me all your pains as company to my loneliness, and in each pain you will place an “I love You” for Me and for your Jesus, to repair for those who do not want to listen to the teachings of Jesus.
Divine Mama, may your word and that of Jesus descend into my heart and form in me the Kingdom of the Divine Will.