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Immediately After Holy Communion
Jesus says:
“Do you know why you get upset even over a trifle and would not like to commit it? Because I am in you. Where I am there can be nothing with even the most remote relationship to impurity. The sensitivity of a soul given to Me is such that the slightest cobweb of evil strikes it as more burdensome, unbearable, and repugnant than a sea of slime for someone who is not with Me.
“But this is not through the soul’s merit. It is only because I am there. The soul’s merit, if there is any, consists of this alone: the merit of its good will in keeping me and in keeping itself in Me. Remember this and do not boast of what is not yours, but mine. Always humility, if I am to act.
“In the eyes of the world you are as white as Alpine snow. But in my eyes you are still gray because of the dust covering you. How is the dust formed? Out of particles so tiny that they are invisible to the naked eye. But a great many placed together make a gray film tarnishing and dirtying things. It is not necessary to be crushed by boulders to die of suffocation or to appear ugly. A heap of dust can also kill by asphyxia and always makes one ugly.
“The boulders are mortal sins. The dust is venial sins. Imperfections are also dust-finer, but still dust. And it must be removed, for if it accumulates, no matter how imperceptible and insignificant each molecule is, it eventually asphyxiates the spirit and makes it dirty. The world does not see it. I do. There are things which are apparently white, but which are not. Not by their own will, but because other wills have stained and corrupted them. As long as there is life, there is danger. It is life itself which is the danger.
“Look at the snow. How white it is! It has been formed high up, in my sky. Look at the lily. How pearly it is! I created its silk. But if you look at snow and the lily under a microscope, you see how many germs of impurity have introduced themselves into the whitest snowflake during its fall through space before landing on earth; you see how many microscopic bits of dust tarnish the angelical silk of the just-opened lily. For both the snow and the lily, as inanimate things, there is no blame if this occurs.
“But for the rational soul there is. It can keep watch and make provisions. How? By using love. Love is the microscope of the soul. The more one loves Me and sees things through Me, the more it sees the little stains on its conscience. These do not drive Me away because I know how you are made. They do not drive Me away, however, if the soul undergoes them as inevitable, but does not provoke them and, on the contrary, immediately seeks to cleanse itself. Always remember this.
“I remain. Indeed, you should seek to receive Me more often, sacramentally as well. There is nothing but my Blood to wash away the grayness of your soul and make it worthy of the King, of Me. You saw what happened when I was not brought to you... Only my power, working an ongoing miracle, was able to carry you forward all the same, maintain the life of your spirit under the dust piling up and not being cleansed by my Blood.
“But one must not demand and dare too much! I have saved you for purposes of my own which should not be judged or even scrutinized. Now everything goes back to the norm, for the miracle is the exception. And you must feed on Me so as to be always worthy of Me, while contributing on your part: boundless love, all that you can squeeze from your whole being to the point of being left exhausted; a boundless will to goodness; boundless attention; boundless humility, in recognizing your nothingness and my All; and a boundless will to purity. Regarding this last, I am satisfied with it for the time being, and I separate it from the general will of purpose, as a supreme will.
“We are in a time of alarms,23 and if you are not vigilant, the enemy strikes you. But what are bombs and enemy attacks, which kill only the body, compared to the snares of the Enemy who wants to kill your souls? Those souls that I bought back at the price of a Pain and a Blood which are priceless! Climb to the top of my mountain, cling to my Cross, and watch for your sake, over yourself, over many. And pray.
“I love you, and the mirth you feel in yourself is the proof of my love and of the fact that you are sufficiently pleasing to Me. When I am in peace with a heart, I grant peace and joy. This is the sign.
“As for the future... What do you want to know, poor soul?! You are not far from the truth, and this morning you caressed it... But would you have the courage to know it fully? Thank my mercy, which, for the time being, conceals it from you in large part. Pray. Pentecost is near.
“As regards Father,24 say to him, ‘Whoever lives in charity and purity is already on a calvary and is pleasing to me. It is up to Me to give each one the corresponding cross in the way I wish.’
“Go. I give you my peace.”
And now I speak.
This morning, as I opened the Gospel at random, it first opened before me at the chapter entitled: “The Teachings of Jesus, St. Matthew, Chapter 5,” then at Chapter 1 of St. Luke, and finally at Chapter 21 of Luke, from verse 8 to verse 24, to be exact. On reaching verse 20, I felt a jolt which was repeated more forcefully at verse 24. I mentioned it to you this morning.
As if through veils or over a distance I grasped that a reference was there to all of us. But I did not see clearly. However, I was left under a painful impression which persists like a drop of bitterness in the midst of the sweetness in which I am submerged.
I beg you to keep to yourself everything I am saying and writing. Please believe that it is an ordeal for me to have to state and make known certain things. It strikes me as so impossible that they are happening to me! And to think that it is such an overwhelming Will that it allows no peace until it has been heeded.
This morning I had to cut off my thanksgiving after Communion in the middle because the other words sounded so loudly and demanded so insistently to be written that I no longer understood anything. Afterwards I was finally able to pray. But at first I had to stop. And later I was left with the ring of those words in my heart, on which I continue to meditate. On my own I could not have added anything except this explanation.
23 The air-raid warnings prompted by the aerial attacks in war.
24 Father Migliorini.