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June 8, 1899 – Volume 2
Luisa writes,
My adorable Jesus still continues to make Himself seen all benignity and
sweetness. This morning, while I was together with Him, He repeated again: “Tell
me, what do you want?” Immediately I said: ‘Jesus, my dear, what I would really
want is that the whole world would convert.’ (What a request out of proportion!)
But still, my loving Jesus told me: “I would content you if all had the good will
to be saved. And yet, to show you that I would gladly grant everything you have
said, let us go together into the midst of the world, and all of those whom we will
find with the good will to be saved, as evil as they may be, I will give to you.”
So we went out in the midst of people, to see who had the good will to be
saved, but to our highest displeasure, we found a number so very scarce, that it
is sorrowful just to think about it. In this number, so very scarce, there was my
confessor, the majority of priests and part of the faithful, but not everyone from
Corato. Then He showed me the various offenses He was receiving; I prayed
Him to let me share in His sufferings, and Jesus poured His bitternesses from
His mouth into mine. After this, He told me: “My daughter, I feel my mouth too
embittered. O please! I beg you to sweeten it.’
I said to Him: “I would gladly give You anything, but I have nothing. You
Yourself, tell me, what can I give You?’ And He told me: “Let me suckle milk
from your breasts, for in this way you will be able to sweeten Me.” And at the
very moment He was saying this, He lay down in my arms and began to suckle.
While He was doing this, a fear came to me that it might not be baby Jesus, but
the devil, therefore I placed my hand on His forehead and I signed Him with the
cross: ‘Per signum Crucis.’ Jesus looked at me all festive, and while still suckling,
He smiled, and with His lively eyes He seemed to tell me: “I am not a demon, I
am not a demon.”
After He seemed to be satiated, He got up on my lap, and kissed me all
over. Now, since I too felt my mouth bitter from the bitternesses He had poured
into me, I felt like I wanted to suckle from the breasts of Jesus, but I did not dare
to. But Jesus invited me to do it, and so I plucked up courage and I began to
suckle. Oh, what sweetness of paradise came from that holy breast! But who can
express it? Then I found myself inside myself, all inundated with sweetnesses and
contentments.
Now I will explain that, when it happens that Jesus suckles from my breasts,
my body does not participate in this at all; rather, it happens when I am outside
of myself. It seems that this thing occurs only between the soul and Jesus, and
when He wants to do this, He is always a child. It is so true that it is only the
soul and not the body, that, when this happens, I am always either in the vault of
the heavens, or wandering through other points of the earth. Sometimes, then, I
have said that as I returned to myself, I felt a pain at that place from which baby
Jesus had suckled, because in suckling, sometimes He would do it a little strongly,
so much so, that it seemed that through that suckling He wanted to pull out my
heart from within my breast. Therefore I felt a sensible pain, and as I returned to
myself, the soul would communicate it to the body.
But then, this happens also in other things, as for example when the Lord
transports me outside of myself and lets me share in His crucifixion. Jesus Himself
lays me on the cross, and pierces my hands and feet through with the nails. I
feel such pain that I feel I am dying. Then, when I find myself inside myself, I
feel it well in my body, so much so, as to be unable to move my fingers or my
arm, and so forth with the other sufferings that the Lord shares with me – to say
everything, I would be too long.
I also remember that when Jesus would suckle from my breasts, He would
place His mouth there, but it is from my heart that I would feel Him draw whatever
He suckled; so much so, that while He would do this, at times I have felt my heart
being torn from my breast, and sometimes, feeling a most vivid pain, I said to
Him: ‘My pretty little one, indeed You are too impertinent! Do it more mildly, for
it hurts very much.” And He would laugh to Himself.
In the same way, when it is I that suckle from Jesus, it is from His Heart that
I draw that milk, or blood; so much so that, for me, suckling from the breast of
Jesus is the same as drinking from His side. I will add also another thing: since
the Lord every now and then is pleased with pouring a most sweet milk from
His mouth, or with letting me drink His most precious Blood from His side, then,
when He wants to suckle from me, He suckles nothing else but what He Himself
has given me, because I have nothing with which to sweeten Him, but much with
which to embitter Him. This is so true that, sometimes, in the very act in which
He would suckle from me, I would suckle from Jesus, and I would realize clearly
that what He was drawing from me was nothing other than what He Himself was
giving me. It seems I have explained myself enough, as much as I could.
– Servant of God, Luisa Piccarreta
Buddy Comfort – vocals and guitar from the album, “Brother Sun, Sister Moon”, http://www.buddycomfort.com, words and music by Donovan Leitch.
