Jesus says:
“The riper the grape is, the sweeter it is, and the more sun it catches, the riper it is. The owner of the vineyard does not pick his grape to turn it into wine if it is not very ripe, and so that it will ripen, he trims and prunes in such a way that the sun can descend and circulate between one cluster and another and turn the sour, green grapes into many pearls of liquid sugar.
“If the grape remained as it is in April - that is, when the vine is beautiful, with its new leaves and its little clusters in flower - or even as it is in June, already completely full of resilient shoots and well-shaped bunches, it would be good for nothing except as a joy to the eye. On the other hand, in autumn, after so much sun and so many prunings, it is beautiful in another way and, in addition to being beautiful, useful for man.
“I am the sun, and you, my souls, are the vineyard where the eternal wine is to be formed. I am the sun and also the vinekeeper. I surround and inundate you with my rays and mortify you so that you will yield shoots heavily laden with true fruit and not vain tendrils which are good for nothing.
“It is necessary to let the sun and the vinekeeper work your souls at their full pleasure. It is necessary, my Maria, to imitate very, very much the cluster lacking any words of protest or acts of resistance to the sun and the owner of the vineyard, but, rather, letting itself be uncovered to receive the warm rays, letting itself be medicated with suitable liquids, and letting itself be adjusted without any reaction. And it thus becomes increasingly big and sweet, a real prodigy of juices and beauty.
“The nearer the hour of the divine grape harvest comes for it, the more the soul, too, must desire the sun and the work of the eternal Vinekeeper The restive, sick cluster that has not wanted to become ripe, healthy, and sweet and has hidden itself so as not to be cared for is not destined for the mystical vat. But the cluster that has not been afraid of shears and medicines and has docilely sacrificed itself in its tastes for my sake becomes, on the other hand, worthy of my Grape Harvest.
“I am the Harvester, and you are my cluster. The harvest is drawing near. Increase your efforts to absorb as much as you can of Me. In you I will become the liqueur of eternal life. Increase your acts of generosity to second the work of your loving Vinekeeper. He, your Jesus, wants nothing but to make you a cluster worthy of being laid at the foot of the throne of God.
“It is a sweet thing to have Jesus as Master, Maria, but it is something which becomes perfect when all the Master’s teaching is assimilated.”