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    The Holy Hour of Jesus From The Notebooks 1944 and Eucharist Explanations from Notebooks


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    The Holy Hour of Jesus From The Notebooks 1944 and Eucharist Explanations from Notebooks

    Post by Poem on Tue Mar 11, 2008 9:59 am

    Jesus' Holy Hour

    Excerpted from THE NOTEBOOKS 1944, June 14


    “’If I do not wash you, you will not take part in My Kingdom.’

    “Soul that I love, and all of you that I love, listen. It is I who speak to you, for I want to spend this hour with you.

    “I Jesus, do not separate you from My Altar even if you come to it with your souls damaged by wounds and diseases or wrapped in lianas of passions which humiliate you in your spiritual freedom, handing you over, bound, to the power of the flesh and its king: Lucifer.

    “I remain Jesus, the Rabbi of Galilee, the one to whom lepers, paralytics, the blind, the obsessed, and epileptics loudly called, saying: ‘Son of David, have mercy on me.’ I remain Jesus, the Rabbi reaching out to someone drowning and asking, ‘Why do you doubt Me?’ I remain Jesus, the Rabbi who says to the dead, ‘Rise up and go. I want you to. Come out of your sleep of death and your tomb, and walk.’ And I restore you to those who love you.

    “And who loves you, O My beloved? Who loves you with true love which is not selfish or mutable? Who loves you with a love which is not self-interested or greedy, but whose only aim is to give you what it has amassed and say to you, ‘Take it. It’s all yours. I have done all this for you, so that it will be yours and you may enjoy it’? Who? The eternal God. And I restore you to Him. To Him, who loves you.

    “I do not separate you from My Altar. For that Altar is My Teaching Chair, My Throne, and the dwelling of the Physician who heals all maladies. From this Place I teach you to have faith. From here, as the King of Life, I give you Life. From here I bend over your diseases and heal them with the breath of My Love.

    “I do even more, O children. I descend from this altar and go out to meet you. Here I am, on the threshold of these houses of Mine, where too few enter and even fewer enter with sure faith. Here I am, a figure of peace, who show up on your streets, where you pass by, downfallen, poisoned, and scorched by pain, self interest, and hatred. Here I am, reaching out to you, for I see you hesitating wearily, under the weight of boulders you have imposed on yourselves which have taken the place of that cross which I handed to you so that it would be your support, as the staff is for the pilgrim. Here I am, saying to you, ‘Enter. Rest. Drink,’ for I see you exhausted and thirsty.

    “But you do not see Me. You pass close by; you bump into Me, sometimes out of ill will, sometimes through the darkening of your spiritual sight; at times you look at Me. But you know you are dirty and do not dare to come near My whiteness as a Divine Host. But this Whiteness is able to take pity on you. Know Me, men, who distrust Me because you do not know Me.

    “Listen. I wanted to leave the Freedom and Purity which are the atmosphere of Heaven and descend into this jail of yours, into this impure air, to help you, because I love you. I did even more. I deprived Myself of my freedom as God and became the slave of flesh. The spirit of God enclosed in flesh, the Infinite locked into a handful of muscles and bones, subject to hearing the voices of this flesh, for which cold and sun, hunger, thirst, and labor are affliction. I could ignore all of this. I wanted to experience tortures of man, who had fallen from his throne as an innocent one, to love you more.

    “That still wasn’t enough for Me. I wanted—since to feel compassion one must suffer what those for whom compassion is felt suffer—to feel the assault of all the feelings to feel your struggles, to grasp the crafty tyranny Satan puts into your blood, to understand how easy it is to remain hypnotized by the Serpent if one lowers one’s gaze for a single moment towards his seductive glance, forgetting to live in the light. Because the snake does not live in the light. He goes into the shadowy recesses which look restful, but are only treacherous. For you these shadows have a name: woman, money, power, selfishness, sensuality, and ambition. For you they eclipse the Light that is God. In their midst is the Serpent: Satan. He looks like a necklace. He is the rope to strangle you. I wanted to know this because ‘I love you.’

    “That still wasn’t enough for Me. It would have been enough for Me. But the Justice of the Father could say to His Flesh[Jesus], ‘You have triumphed over treachery. Man as flesh, like You, is unable to triumph now, and let him thus be punished, for I cannot forgive those who are filthy.’ I took your filthiness upon Myself. That of the past, present and future. All of it. More than Job, immersed in a putrid dunghill to cover his wounds, was I immersed, when, submerged by the sin of the whole world, I did not dare to even raise my eyes anymore to seek Heaven, and I moaned, feeling the Father’s indignation, building up for centuries, weighing upon Me, aware of the sins to come. A flood of sins on earth, from its dawn to its dusk. A flood of curses upon the Guilty One. On the Host of Sin.

    “O men! More innocent than a baby kissed by his mother on his way back from his baptism was I. And the Most High was horrified at Me because I was Sin, having taken upon Me all the sin of the world. I sweated with repugnance. I sweated blood out of repugnance at this leprosy upon Me, who was the Innocent One. The blood broke my veins in the disgust of this foul pool in which I was submerged. And to complete this torture, to squeeze my blood out of my heart, there was joined the bitterness of being accursed, for in that hour I was not the Word of God—I was Man. Man. The Guilty One.

    “Can I, who have experienced this, fail to understand your dejection or fail to love you because you are dejected? ‘I love you for this reason.’ I have only to recall that hour to love you and call you ‘Brothers and sisters!’ But calling you this is not enough for the Father to be able to call you ‘Sons and daughters.’ And I want Him to call you this! What kind of brother would I be if I did not want you with Me in our Father’s house?

    "'I thus say to you, ‘Come so that I can wash you.’ No one is so filthy that my lavacre will not cleanse him. No one is so pure that he doesn’t need my bath. Come. This is not water. There are miraculous founts which heal the wounds and diseases of the flesh. But this is more than those. This fount gushes from my chest.

    “This is the lacerated Heart from which the cleansing water issues forth. My Blood is the clearest water in creation. Infirmities and imperfections are canceled out in it. And your souls become white and whole again, worthy of the Kingdom.

    “Come. Let Me say to you, ‘I absolve you!’ Open your hearts to Me. In them are the roots of your maladies. Let Me come in. Let Me untie your bandages. Do your wounds cause you repugnance? When seen in my light, they appear to you as they are: teaming with worms. Do not look at them. Look at Mine. Let Me act. My hand is light. You will feel only a kiss and a tear. And everything will be cleansed.

    “Oh, how beautiful you will be, around My Altar! Angels among the angels of the Ciborium. And My Heart will rejoice greatly there at. For I am the Savior, and I do not disdain anyone. ‘But I am also the Lamb grazing among the lilies, and I take delight in being surrounded by whiteness, for to make you white I took up life and gave life.’

    “Oh, how I see the Father smiling at you and Love shining for you with His splendors because you are no longer stained with sin!

    “Come to the fount of the Savior. Let My Blood descend upon the contrite spirit, and let a voice, in which Mine is present, say: ‘I absolve you in the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.’” Amen.

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    Jesus Holy Hour The Notebooks 1944 Part 2 of 3

    Post by Poem on Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:58 pm


    “’One of you will betray me.’

    “One of you! Yes, in a proportion of one to twelve one of you betrays Me.
    “Every betrayal, is more painful than a lance thrust. Look at the Humanity of your Redeemer. From his head to his feet He is one big wound. Scouring brings horror to those meditating on it and agony to those experiencing it. But it was an hour’s torture. You that betray Me scourge My Heart. You have been doing so for centuries.

    “I have loved you. I love you. I take pity on you. I forgive you. I wash you, taking away My Blood to make it a purifying bath for you. And you betray Me.

    “I am the Word of God. I am glorious in Heaven. But I am in this Heaven not only as a spirit. I am there as Flesh as well. The flesh has feelings and affections. Why do you want to renew for Me continually that gnawing fire which the proximity of a betrayer is? Is Heaven far away? No, children who betray Me. I am close to you. I am among you. And you burn Me with the flame of your betrayal.

    “I look, seeking comfort, among the different kinds of people. And in each I encounter so many glances of betrayers. Why do you betray Me? I am in your midst to do good to you. Why do you want to harm Me? I bring you my gifts. Why do you throw biting vipers back at Me? I call you ‘Friends.’ Why do you reply ‘Accursed One’? What have I done to you? What man do you know who is more patient and has greater goodness than I?

    “Look. When you are happy, no one abandons you. But if you weep, if wealth abandons you, if you have an infectious disease, everyone stays away from you. I remain. Indeed, I receive precisely at that moment, because you then come. You no longer have anyone to weep and speak with, and then you remember Me. And I do not say to you, ‘Go away. I don’t know you.’ I could say so, for in fact you never came, when you were wealthy, healthy, and happy, to say to Me, ‘I am this way, and I thank You for it.’

    “But I don’t demand even this from those who are not already giants in love. I do not demand gratitude. It would suffice for you to say. ‘I am happy.’ To say this to Me. Not to regard Me as alien to you. To remember that I exist, too. To devote a thought to this Jesus. I would say thanks for you to God—my Father and yours. But you never come. And I could say, ‘I don’t know you.’ But I open my arms and say, ‘Come. Let us weep together.’

    “Look. I am in the jails, in the small, depressing cells, sitting on the same plank bed as the prisoner, and I speak to him of a freedom truer than the one beyond those four walls, of a freedom which is no longer afraid of being harmed by sins which should be punished. And yet that prisoner is someone who has betrayed Me, offending my law of love. Perhaps he has killed. Perhaps he has robbed. But he now calls Me. There I am, at his side. The world scorns him. I love him. I called the one who was killing Me and depriving Me of life ‘my friend.’ I can call this unfortunate who comes back to Me ‘my friend.’

    “A flame of love, I am close to the sick. Their fevers experience my caress; their sweat, my sudarium; their languors, my arm, which supports them; and their anguish, my word. And yet many are sick because they betrayed Me and my law. They have served the flesh. And the flesh, a mad beast, was destroyed and destroys them, now, even in life. Here I am as well, for I am the Only One who do not grow tired of their malady and watch with them, and suffer with them, and smile at their hopes, and, if the Father has the slightest inclination, I turn them into reality. But if I see that death is decreed, I then take this brother of mine, who is trembling before the mystery of death and calling to Me, and I say, ‘Do not fear. You think it is darkness—it is light. You think it is pain—it is only joy. Give Me your hand. I know death. I experienced it before you. I know that it is an instant and that God supernaturally comes to your aid to deaden the force of the sensorial so as not to demoralize the soul in its final struggle. Be trusting. Look at Me. Me alone… There! Do you see? You have crossed the threshold. Come to Me now, to the Father. Do not fear now, either. I am with you. The Father loves those I love.’

    “I am in deserted houses. Before they were glad with voices. Death and indigence have passed by. The survivor wanders about alone. Friends have fled. Loved ones are far away, because of work or death. The sun is in the sky, but for the survivor all is darkness. There is peace in the night air, but for the survivor there is no rest. And yet I have often been betrayed in that house, where creatures have been turned into gods. Creatures have been loved idolatrously, in betrayal of my law. But I enter and come to introduce a sunbeam into the darkness, to infuse peace where a storm is. That survivor has called Me…Perhaps absent mindedly… Perhaps without a real will to receive Me. But I go without delay.

    “Oh, I ask for nothing but to be with you. Every memory falls of past error when you call Me: ‘Jesus!’
    “But do not scourge my Heart! It is already open and bloodless. Do not envenom its wound. And to those who have understood Me in my pain as a betrayed man I say, ‘One of you will betray Me. Give Me your faithful love as a balm.’ And I say this to all. To the saints, my beloved ones as God. To sinners, my beloved ones as Jesus. For sinners, too, for whom I became ‘Jesus’, can medicate this wound.

    “Are you Samaritans? I know. But my parable speaks of a Good Samaritan who treats the wounds not treated by the children of the Law who pass by, absorbed in the hurry of serving God. They do not know that God is served more by loving than by performing practices.

    “I am the Wounded One languishing on your roads. Marauders assaulted and plundered Me. Marauders: those who unworthily makes use of my sacrifice as God becoming flesh. They plunder Me: by denying my attributes with their multiple heresies. They plunder the Truth because that robe tempts them, for it is radiant. But they do not know that it shines because it has been put on by the one who is a Sun, and in the hands of these, who cover it the slaver of their proud minds, it becomes just another rag. Truth is truth, and it illuminates all things with this light when it is seen in union with God. When divided, it becomes chaotic language. For the Truth is Knowledge and Wisdom, but, when torn away from God, it becomes chaos.

    “Medicate Me, even if you are Samaritans. Give Me your oil and wine—the oil is love, and the wine, contrition of your own self. Medicate Me. I do not disdain you. Let the sinful woman who refreshed my weary feet speak to you and say whether I disdain a sinner.

    “But never betray Me again. Go and sin no more. I forgive you for everything if everything in you loves Me. Give Me a sincere kiss. My cheek is burning from the kiss of the betrayers. Medicate it with the kiss of faithfulness.

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    Jesus' Holy Hour The Notebooks 1944 Part 3 of 3

    Post by Poem on Sat Apr 05, 2008 6:33 pm


    “’Love one another as I have loved you.’

    “From the cradle to the cross, from Bethlehem to the Mount of Olives I loved you.

    “The cold and indigence of my first night in the world did not keep Me from loving you with my spirit, and, annihilating Myself as the Word to the point of not being able to say, ‘I love you,’ I said these words to you with my spirit, inseparable from that of the Father and working with it in inexhaustible activity.

    “The agony of my last night on earth did not keep Me from loving you. On the contrary, it reached the highest peaks of love. On the contrary, it burned in the most intense fire. On the contrary, it consumed all that was not love to the point of squeezing—along with repugnance at sin and the pain of abandonment by the Father--the blood out of my veins.

    “What greater love is there than the one able to love when it knows it is hated? The first gesture of my hands was a caress; the last, a blessing. And in the midst of these two gestures—the first arising in the darkness of a winter night, the last in the splendor of a glowing summer morning—thirty three years of gestures of love, corresponding to as many motions of love. Love in miracles, love in caresses for children and friends, love as a teacher, love as a benefactor, love as a friend, love, love, love….

    “And more than human love at the Last Supper. Before being bound and pierced, these hands of mine washed the feet of the apostles, and also of the one whose heart I would have liked to wash, and they broke the bread. And I was breaking my Heart with that bread. I was giving you That. Because I knew I would soon return to Heaven and did not want to leave you alone. Because I knew how easily you forget and wanted you to see yourselves sitting at a single dinner table, around my table, to say to one another, ‘We belong to Jesus!’

    “What love is greater than the one able to love those who torture it? And yet I loved you that way. And I was able to pray for you as I died.

    “Love one another as I have loved you. Hatred extinguishes the light. Even mere resentment darkens peace. God is peace and light, for God is love. But if you do not love, and love as I have loved you, you cannot have God.

    “As I have loved you. Without acts of pride, then. From this Tabernacle, this Cross, and this Heart there emerge only words of humility. I am God, and I am your Servant, and I remain here, waiting for you to say to Me, ‘I am hungry, ‘ to give Myself as Bread to you. I am God, and I expose myself to your sight on wood which was a debasing scaffold, naked and accursed. I am God, and I ask you to love my Heart. I ask you. Out of love for you, since, if you loved Me, you do yourselves good. I am God. With or without your love, I am always God. But you are not. Without my love, you are nothing: dust.

    “I want you with Me. I want you here. I want to make your dust blessed light. I want you not to die, but to live, for I am Life and want you to have Life.

    “Love one another without selfishness. It would be an impure love, destined to die of illness. Love one another by wanting for others more good than you hope for as regards to yourselves. It is very difficult. I know. But, do you see this Eucharistic Bread? It has made the martyrs. They were creatures like you: fearful, weak, even dissolute. This bread made them heroes.

    “In the first point I indicated my Blood to you for your purification. In the third point, to make you saints, I indicate this Table and this Bread to you. The Blood changed you from sinners into just people. The Bread changes you from just people into saints. A bath cleanses, but does not nourish. It refreshed and restores, but does not become flesh in the flesh. Food, on the other hand, becomes blood and flesh—it becomes you yourselves. My Food becomes yourselves.

    “Oh, consider! Look at this little child. Today he eats his bread, and he does so tomorrow and the next day and the next. He thus becomes a man: tall, sturdy, handsome. It is his mother that has made him that way? No. His mother conceived, bore, gave birth to, nursed, and loved and loved him. But the little one, if, after the mild, he had received nothing but baths, kisses, and love, would have perished of starvation. That child becomes a man through the adult food he consumes. That man is such because he eats his food every day.

    “The same applies to your spiritual self. Nourish it with the real Food which comes down from Heaven and from Heaven brings you all the energies to make you stalwart in grace. Healthy, strong vitality is always good. See how easy it is for a sickly person to be harsh and lacking in compassion and patience. My Food will make you healthy and strong in the vitality of the spirit, and you will be able to love others more than yourselves, as I have loved you.

    “For, look, children. I have loved you not as someone loves himself. But more than Myself. To the point that I went to my death to save you from death. If you love this way, you will know God. Do you know what it means to know God? It means to know the taste of true Joy, true Peace, and true Friendship.

    “Oh, the Friendship, Peace, and Joy of God! It is the reward promised to the blessed. But it is already given to those on earth who love with their whole selves.

    “Love, to be true, is not a matter of words. It is a matter of deeds. Active, like its source, who is God. Nor does it ever tire of working, even because of the disappointments coming from one’s brothers and sisters. That love is poor which falls like a bird with weak wings when an obstacle wounds it! True love, even when wounded, rises. With its claw and beak, it clambers up, if it can no longer fly, so as not to lie in the shadow and the cold, to be in the sun, the medicine for every malady. And as soon as it is refreshed, it then resumes its flight. And it goes from God to its brothers and sisters and from these to God, an angelic butterfly bearing the pollen of the heavenly gardens to fecundate the earthly flowers and carrying the scents snatched from the humblest flowers to God so that He will receive and protect them.

    “But woe to it if it drifts away from the sun. The sun is my Eucharist, for in it the Father blesses and the Spirit loves, while I, the Word, work.

    “Come and take. This is the Food that I ardently ask you to consume.”

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    1943: June 11th, Page 71 Jesus Explains the Eucharist -Part 1

    Post by Poem on Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:08 pm

    Jesus says:

    "If My 'Flesh' is really 'food' and My 'Blood' is really 'drink', why are your souls starving to death? Why don't you grow in the life of grace?

    "There are many for whom it is as if my churches did not have a tabernacle.They are the ones who have repudiated or forgotten Me. But there are also many who feed on Me. And yet they do not progress. Whereas in others, with every union with Me as Eucharist, there is an increase in grace. I will explain to you the reasons for these differences.

    "There are the perfect, who seek Me only because they know that my joy should be received in men's hearts and that they have no greater joy than this one, in becoming one with Me. In these the Eucharistic encounter becomes-"fusion", and the ardor issuing forth from Me and given off by them is so intense that, like two metals in a crucible, we become one. Of course, the more perfect the fusion is, the more the creature takes on my imprint, my properties, my beauty. Those you call 'Saints'--that is, the perfect who have understood who I am--are thus able to unite themselves to Me.

    "But into all souls who come to Me with a true impetus and a pure heart I bring unspeakable graces and transfuse my grace, so that they proceed on the way of Life, and even if they fail to reach a resounding sanctity, recognized by the world, they always reach eternal life, for whoever is in Me has eternal life.

    "For all souls who are able to come to Me with the ardor of the former and the trust of the latter and who give Me all that is in their power to give Me--that is, all the love they are capable of--I am ready to work prodigious miracles in order to unite Myself to them. The most beautiful heaven for Me is in the hearts of the creatures who love Me. For them, if the rage of Satan were to destroy all the churches, I would be capable of descending from the Heavens in the form of Eucharist. My angels would bear Me to the souls hungry for Me, living Bread descending from Heaven.

    "Besides, it's nothing new. When faith was still a flame of living loving, I was capable of going to seraphic souls buried in hermitages or in walled-up cells. Cathedrals are not necessary to contain Me. A heart that love consecrates is enough for Me. Even the most enormous and splendid cathedral is always to narrow and poor for Me, God, who fill all that is with Myself. A human work is subject to the limitations of the human, and I am Infinite. Whereas your hearts are not narrow and poor for Me if charity sets them aflame. And the most beautiful cathedral is that of your souls inhabited by God.

    "God is in you when you are in grace. And it is your hearts that God wants to make into an altar for Himself. In the early times of my Church there were no cathedrals, but I had a heart worthy of Myself in every Christian heart.

    "Then there are the ones who come to Me only when incited by need or spurred by fear. Then they come to knock at the Tabernacle, which opens, always granting comfort, and often, if it is useful, the grace requested. But I would like man to come to Me not only to ask, but also to give.

    "Then there are the ones who approach the Table, where I become food, out of habit. In these the fruits of the Sacrament last for that short while during which the Species last and then vanish. As they do not include any impetus in coming to Me, they do not progress in the life of the spirit, which is essentially a life of charity. I am Charity and bring charity, but my charity comes to languish in these lukewarm souls that nothing is able to heat up more.

    "Another group is that of the Pharisees. There are some even now--it is a couch grass that doesn't die out. They act ardent, but are colder than death. Always just like the ones who put Me to death, placing themselves clearly on display, swollen with pride, full of falsehood, sure of possessing perfection, without mercy, except for themselves, convinced they are an example for the world. They are instead the ones who scandalize the little ones and separate them from Me, for their lives are the antithesis of what they should be, and their piety involves form, but not substance and, as soon as they leave the altar, turns into hardness towards their brothers and sisters. These eat their condemnation, for I forgive many things, knowing your weakness, but I do not forgive a lack of charity, hypocrisy, and pride. I flee from these hearts as quickly as possible.

    "On considering these groups, it is easy to understand why the Eucharist has not yet made the world a Heaven, as it should have done. It is you that obstruct this advent of love, which would save you as individuals and as a society. If you really fed on Me with your heart, with your soul, with your mind, with your will, with your strength, your intellect--in short, with all your faculties--hatreds would collapse, and with hatreds, wars; there would no longer be cases of fraud, of calumny, or disorderly passions creating adulteries and, along with them, murders, the abandonment and suppression of the innocent. Mutual forgiveness would not be on your lips, but in the hearts of all, and you would be forgiven by my Father.

    "You would live as angels, spending your days worshiping Me in yourselves and invoking Me for the next coming. My constant presence in your thought would keep you far from sin, which always begins with thought's intrigue, which later translates into action. But from the heart made into a tabernacle there would emerge only supernatural thoughts, and the earth would be sanctified thereby.

    "The earth would become an altar, and enormous altar ready to receive the second coming of the Christ, Redeemer of the world."

    Peace my brothers and sisters in Christ.
    Feast on Him in your hearts with Love.

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    1943: Page 95. Jesus Explains the Eucharist -Part 2

    Post by Poem on Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:10 pm

    Jesus says:

    "To sustain physical strength one must nourish the body. The indigent who cannot buy food beg for it from the rich. They usually ask for bread. Without bread life is impossible."

    "You are poor people needing food for your souls. To your poverty I have given the Eucharistic Bread. It nourishes the medulla of the soul, gives vigor to the spirit, sustains spiritual strength, and increases power of all the intellectual faculties, for where there is vital energy there is also mental energy."

    "Healthy food imparts health. True food infuses true life. Holy food produces holiness. Divine food gives God."

    "But in addition to being poor, you are sick, weak, not only with the weakness caused by lack of food and ceasing when there is food. You are weak from the illnesses, exhausting you. How many illnesses your souls have! How many germs the Evil One injects into you to create these diseases! Whoever is weak and sick needs not only bread, but wine."

    "In my Eucharist I have left you the two signs of what is needed for your nature as poor men and for your weakness as sick men. Bread that nourishes, wine that fortifies."

    "I could have communicated Myself to you without external signs. I can. But you are too dull to grasp what is spiritual. Your external senses need to see. Your souls, your hearts, and your minds surrender only--and still with difficulty--before visible, touchable forms." This is true to the point that, if you go so far as to believe in Me in the Eucharist and receive Me in the consecrated Host, most of you do not admit into yourselves the infusion of the Spirit, from whom quickening, lights, and impulses towards good works come to you."

    "If you believed with the forcefulness the Mystery is worthy of, you would feel a life entering into you on receiving Me. My drawing near to you should burn you like coming close to a burning furnace. My remaining in you should make you sink into an ecstasy which would carry away the depth of your spirit into a heavenly rapture."

    "The fusing of your corrupt humanity with my perfect Humanity would bring you even physical health; sick in body, you would thus withstand diseases until I would say, 'Enough', in order to open Heaven to you. It would bring you intelligence to understand swiftly and correctly. It would make you impenetrable to the Beast's unbridled assaults or subtle deceits."

    "Instead, I can do little, for I enter where faith is languid, where charity is superficial, where the will is sketchy, where humanity is stronger than the spirit, where, above all, you make no effort to repress the flesh so that the spirit will emerge."

    " You make no effort at all. You expect a miracle from Me. Nothing keeps Me from working one. But I want at least the desire on your part to merit it.

    "To anyone who turns to Me, crying for help and imitating the faith of the crowds of Galilee, I will communicate Myself not only with my Body and my Blood, but with my Charity, my Intellect, my Strength, my Will, my Perfection and my Essence. In the soul that is able to come to Me, I will be as I am in Heaven, in the breast of the Father, from whom I proceed, generating the Spirit who is Charity and the summit of perfection."

    Go with My Blessing

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    1947: Jesus Explains the Eucharist -Part 3

    Post by Poem on Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:16 pm

    From brother Chrys's site

    Nov. 18, 1947

    Jesus says:

    Listen well, Maria, this is a great lesson: The most proper name of the Mass or Sacrifice of the Altar, as you all now call it, is the "Breaking of the Bread." First, because the Mass originated on the evening of Holy Thursday. And secondly, because the Mass is the perpetual remembrance of My love which extends beyond that hour and that moment.

    My Passion, Crucifixion and Death were the historical hour and moment of My love, but the Eucharist is the always of My love for all of you.The Mass is the immolation of the Christ—contemplated not just in relation to the material consummation of My sacrifice, with My sufferings, wounds, beatings, crucifixion and death: caused by men and willingly suffered by Me in obedience to My Father's Will for the salvation of the world. The Mass is also the loving and willing immolation of a God: of the Word Who breaks Himself in order to give Himself as Bread, as Food for men, humiliating Himself even more than by His death on a Cross.

    Nor is "humiliating" an improper word. Think, Maria, of those who sometimes receive Me, those into whom I descend: I, God, the Pure, the Holy. I began at the table of the Last Supper to fuse Myself with the sacrilegious, with sinners, rebels against the Ten Commandments of Sinai and My Two Commandments of love. I began these fusions of Myself with sinners by descending into Judas. Since then, I: the Saint of saints, the Pure of the pure, the Most Perfect, have been "welcomed" by impure lips still warm with lust, by lips blaspheming My Father, by homicidal hearts, by fevers of concupiscence: by beings in whom there is denial, heresy, commerce with Hell, all the rottenness of fallen man, all the duplicity of false sentiments, all the calculating exhibition of a false faith, which in them is not true faith. Only God, and those with Him in Heaven, know the horrors that are consummated at the altar. And these horrors are much greater, immensely greater than the sacrilegious waves of Good Friday...

    Yes, Maria. The Mass is the Breaking of the Bread, the Eucharistic sacrifice, which recalls the Sacrifice of Calvary. Because at the table of the Last Supper, already contemplating My immolated Body and My Blood shed for men, I had said: "This is My Body and this is My Blood, the Blood of the new eternal Testament which will be shed for you and for many for the remission of sins." But the Mass is above all the sacrifice of My love, the remembrance and perpetuation of My divinity, and therefore infinitely, insane love for men.

    And it was the Breaking of the Bread (or "the Mass" if you prefer) that you saw, Maria, in the vision of the supplemental Pasch, when I Myself, taught the Bishop of the Church of Christ, and the Bishop of Jerusalem: Peter, and James of Alpheus, to celebrate it.2

    After the supper of the brothers, came the consuming of My Body and My Blood: left by infinite love in the Food and Drink of salvation. By the grace of the Lord, My priests can summon that Body and Blood from Heaven; nor do the Body and Blood refuse that priestly summons. They can summon It in order to transubstantiate3 the bread and wine into the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ—therefore into Jesus Christ: alive, true, complete, present in the consecrated Species, now transubstantiated3 into the Holy Body and Blood, the Soul of Jesus, and the Divinity of the Word of God, One with the Father and with Love.

    After the fraternal agape,4 came union of their Divine Brother with His brothers of Earth, with the holy brothers, among holy brothers whom love made equal, though greater ones were there: the priests; and with the little ones: the faithful—union with Him Who knows only how to love, and Who asks love and union with his loved ones.

    The need for instruction: one must keep present the fact that the Apostles, deacons and priests of the first centuries of the Christian era, were in the situation of instructing pagans, that is, those who were truly illiterate in the Holy Religion. This need for instruction caused additions to the Breaking of the Bread—Itself so simple and brief. These additions instructed those who aspired to Christianity how to enter into the Sheepfold of Christ: by knowing the Shepherd and Wisdom, by knowing the ancient and eternal Law, and the Words of the Master. Hence the reading of the apostolic epistles and the Gospel were introduced. In the first times, just at the beginning, instead of those readings there was direct preaching: that is, the recounting of ancient times, or the verbal counsels of the apostles, or else the verbal instruction of the sapiential books. And so also there was the verbal narration of My works in the three years of My public life, and of My Birth, Death and Resurrection.

    Later, as the Church was growing, there was an insufficient number of true eyewitnessesi.e., Apostles and disciples—for the growing number of churches. Moreover, though the disciples were full of good will in repeating the episodes of My works and life, they were still subject to man's shortcomings: to involuntary variations of these episodes, and to arbitrary interpretations of them. Though this was done with a right purpose, yet, it was done...humanly. Hence, the Heads of the Priesthood wanted fixed texts to be read in the Meetings, and then to be explained to the catechumens in that part of the Meeting which preceded the Breaking of the Bread and the praying of the Our Father: just as I intoned this Prayer at the First Breaking of the Bread, and also at the second supplemental Pasch2 —in the presence of the faithful, and after consuming the Species.

    Truly, I had then made the Communion precede the Our Father. For centuries now the opposite has been done, and you believe, O men, that you do well. To do this is not a sin, but reflect: What is the Our Father? The prayer of Jesus to the Father. The divine prayer which I taught to men. The perfect prayer. If there were only that prayer, and nothing else but that were said well, you would have all, O men, for your spirit and for your flesh. And you would give to God that which pleases Him, if you lived the Our Father.

    I had said: "Our Father". With every right I could say to the First Person: "Father". But you,...although God is your Father—you can say it with much less right. Because too infrequently do you reflect in yourselves and in your works the divine likeness to your Father. Sins and inclinations disfigure the Father's image in you, sometimes even canceling it out.

    But see: I transfuse Myself into you. I come into you. I assimilate Myself to you. I deify you at My contact. I come in the Species, and I am in you. And you—voice of man fused with the voice of the Son of God, and your mind on fire from the love that I bring with Me, you are a sanctified altar (I speak of one who eats the Bread of Heaven without sacrilege) which sings and is fragrant from the Holocaust that radiates upon it: the Body of the Lamb of God—you can say "Father" to the Father, with every right. For you have in you the Son of the Father and your Brother. You can pray, knowing what you say. You can offer and ask with perfect power: I give you My Power living in you.

    A holy prayer,the Our Father: because said at the moment that Gracethe Christ—makes of His Body and Blood your food, just as He has transubstantiated3 the species of bread and wine into His Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity. Thus the Eucharistic Species are transformed into you: into your blood, into your flesh. You live from Me, even in your mortal flesh... This is why Viaticum for the dying is always Life, even if sometimes it is not additional life added to one's finished life. This is why the Eucharist is the life in you that keeps you alive, Maria, soul of Mine.5 I am your oil that pours itself into the lamp of your exhausted body and keeps you alive. I am your Physician. I am your Donor of blood. I am your Lord Who wants you to be: My lamp, My echo, in this spent, cold, dark world, mute of blessed voices.

    The other parts of the Mass are adaptations, sometimes necessary, resulting from heresies that emerged down the ages and had to be fought. Anxious adaptations—oh! all good—these adaptations made by My servants. But through man's own tendency to amplify, tangle, and make things heavy, My servants added, amplified, made heavy, and even entangled—especially for little souls—the so beautiful, simple, initial Breaking of the Bread, and the catacomb Meetings so divinely inspired. But they did it wanting to honor Me, to love Me and make Me loved. And therefore they did a good work, though one not necessary or useful for the Eucharistic Rite.

    These adaptations are the superstructures from times of religious peace. Do you think that you Christians today are not in times of religious peace? just because you are calumniated and scorned? and because some priests fall under the fury of a son of Satan? Oh! You do not know! When the times prophesied have come, those who are believers at that time and know of the present times, will be able to say: "For them there was peace; for us there is an atrocious war." And those superstructures will no longer be possible. They will not withstand the catapults of Satan. Nor will the faithful have time to redo them when they have fallen away.

    But the essential, the unchangeable will remain: the Breaking of the Bread, the Meeting together of the faithful. Because those come from Me, and from the Holy Spirit Who inspired the Apostles. And that which comes from Us is eternal.

    This is the lesson, Maria.

    You will give these pages to the new Isaac,6 just as they have been written under My Dictation, reserving for yourself to copy them afterward into the directions.7 You will tell him [Isaac] to copy them with the typewriter and to send you the copy for Rome, so that you may transcribe it or join it to the directions.7 Thus he will see that I love him, and that when I dictate to you and give you the strength to follow Me—sometimes I do not give it to you fully for My own inscrutable reasons—you do not err in one word.

    And now rest in your double warmth: of love for Me, and fever for yourself.5 Stay in peace, soul of Mine.



    1. Maria Valtorta, Quadernetti (Edizioni Pisani / Centro Editoriale Valtortiano srl, Via Po 95, 03036 Isola del Liri (FR), Italia, 2006): 65-69.

    2. This "supplemental Pasch" was a truncated form of the Paschal Meal of Holy Thursday. Jesus celebrated this supplemental and abbreviated form of the Pasch—after His resurrection—for the disciples who were not present for the Holy Thursday Pasch. See Maria Valtorta's vision of it as described in The Poem of the Man-God, Trans., David G. Murray, (Edizioni Pisani / Centro Editoriale Valtortiano srl, Via Po 95, 03036 Isola del Liri (FR), Italia, 1990), Vol. 5, No. 632, pp. 857-862.

    3. "transubstantiate" —Here Christ uses, and thus endorses, the traditional term of Catholic theology to describe the "change of the substance" of the bread and wine into His Body and Blood, while the "accidents", i.e., the appearance, taste, etc., of these elements remain unchanged to human senses.

    4. "agape": a frequent Greek word in the New Testament meaning "love feast". It often included an accompanying celebration of the Eucharist in the early Church.

    5. In The Notebooks 1945-1950, Ed., Emilio Pisani, Trans., David G. Murray, Centro Editoriale Valtortiano (Isola del Liri, 1985, 2002), p.271, Christ lists seven of the grave maladies which for 26 years afflicted the physical "wreck" [Christ's term] which was Maria Valtorta. And yet, she was kept alive for those 26 years by His miracle of power, enabling her to record over 15,000 hand-written pages of the many Revelations and Dictations He gave to her for the Church of today.

    6. "Isaac"—in this work of The Poem of the Man-God—is one of the 12 shepherds who adored the Christ-child at His Birth in Bethlehem, and who later became a disciple. Christ here gives this name of the "new Isaac" to Fr. Conrad Berti, OSM, theologian and annotator of Valtorta's Revelations. In the same way Christ also called Valtorta's spiritual director, Fr. Romuald Migliorini, OSM, the new brother "Lazarus" of Maria [= "Mary"] Valtorta and her live-in friend, "Martha" Diciotti, who cared for her during her 26 years as a paraplegic invalid. Hence Christ saw these three as the new "Martha, Mary, and Lazarus" of the Gospels.

    7. There is no in indication in the Italian text as to what these "directions" refer to. Perhaps they are earlier instructions given by Christ to Valtorta concerning the disposition of her work.

    Peace be with you always

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