One hour with jesus valtorta(english)

“One hour with Jesus” JESUS: "'IF I do not wash you, you will have no part in My Kingdom.”

Soul whom I love, and all you whom I love, hear Me. It is I Who speak to you, because I want to pass this Hour with you.

I, Jesus, do not keep you far from My altar even if you come to it with your soul wounded with sores and maladies, or entwined in the coiling vines of passions which mortify and shame you in your spiritual liberty, binding you and giving you into the power of the flesh and its king: Lucifer.

I am ever Jesus, the Rabbi of Galilee, the One Whom the lepers, the paralytics, the blind, the possessed, the epileptics called with a loud voice, saying: 'Son of David, have pity on me.' I am ever Jesus, the Rabbi Who stretches out His Hand to him who is drowning and says to him: 'Why did you doubt of Me?' I am ever Jesus, the Rabbi Who says to the dead: 'Rise and go. I will it. Go forth from your sleep of death, from your tomb, and walk: and I restore you to Him Who loves you.

And Who loves you, O My beloved ones? Who loves you with a true love, a love that is not egotistic, changeable? Who loves you with a love that is disinterested, not greedy, but its only goal is to give each of you what it has amassed for you, and to say to you: 'Take it. It is all yours. All this I have done for you, so that it may 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 keep you far from My altar. Because that altar is My cathedra, My throne, it is the dwelling of the Physician Who heals every ill. From here I teach you to have faith. From here I, King of Life, give you Life. From here I bend over your maladies and heal them again with the breath of My Love.

I do still more, O children. I descend from this altar and come to meet you.

Here am I Who put Myself on the threshold of these houses of Mine where too few enter, and fewer still enter with sure faith. Here am I Who, as a Figure of peace, show Myself on your ways where you pass dejected, poisoned, burned by pain and sorrow, by self-interest, by hate. See how I stretch My Hands to you, because I see you totter weary under the weight of the boulders you have imposed on yourselves, and which have taken the place of that cross which I had put into your hand so that it would be a support for you like the staff for the pilgrim. See how I say to you: 'Enter.

Rest. Drink,' because I see you exhausted, thirsty.

But you do not see Me. You pass Me by, you knock up against Me, sometimes from ill-will, sometimes from a dimming of your spiritual sight; sometimes you look at Me. But you know yourselves to be dirty, and you dare not come near My Whiteness of the Divine Host. But this Whiteness knows how to have compassion on you. Know Me intimately, men, who distrust Me because you do not so know Me. Hear Me. I wanted to leave the Liberty and Purity which are the atmosphere of Heaven and descend into this, your prison, into this impure air, to help you: because I love you. I did still more: I deprived Myself of My liberty as God and made Myself a slave of flesh. The Spirit of God enclosed in flesh, the Infinite locked up in a handful of muscles and bones, subject to hearing the voices of this flesh for which the cold, the sun, hunger, thirst, fatigue, is pain. I could have been ignorant of it all. But I wanted to know the torture of man fallen from his throne of an innocent creature, in order to love you more.

Still it was not enough for Me. I wanted -- since to have compassion one needs to suffer that which the other suffers for whom one has compassion -- I wanted to feel the assault of all your feelings in order to feel your struggles, and to grasp what a cunning tyranny Satan puts there in your blood, in order to understand how easy it is to stay hypnotized by the Serpent if one's eyes are lowered but a single moment onto his fascinating gaze: by forgetting to live in the light. For, the serpent lives not in the light.

It goes into the shadowy recesses that seem restful, and are singularly treacherous. For each of you these shadows have names: a woman, money, power, egoism, the senses, ambition. They eclipse for you the Light which is God. In the midst of them is the Serpent: --Satan. They seem a necklace.

But it is his cord for your strangulation. I wanted to know that because I love you.

Still it was not enough for Me. For Myself, It would have been enough. But the Justice of the Father could say to His Flesh: 'You triumphed over the trap. Man-flesh does not know how to triumph like You, now, and therefore let him be punished because I cannot pardon one who is filthy.' I took upon Myself your filth. That of the past, that of this moment, and that of the future. All. More [wretched] was I than Job immersed in a putrid dunghill to make a veil for his sores. When I was submerged by the sin of the whole world, I would not dare even to raise My Eyes any more to seek Heaven, and I would groan feeling the weight upon Me of the Father's Wrath accumulated for ages, aware of the faults to come. A deluge of faults over the Earth, from its dawn to its night. A deluge of curses on the Guilty One. On the Host-Victim of Sin.

O men! More innocent was I than a child whom its mother kisses on returning from its baptism. And the Almighty was horrified of Me because I was Sin, having taken upon Myself all the sin of the world. I sweat from disgust. I sweat blood from disgust of this leprosy on Me Who was the Innocent One. The Blood broke through My veins in My loathing of this reeking pool in which I was submerged. And to complete this torture, to squeeze My Blood from My Heart, there was added the bitterness of being cursed, for in that hour I was not the Word of God: I was Man. Man. The Guilty.

Could I not understand your humiliation -- I, Who experienced it -- and not love you because you are humiliated? It is for this I love you. I have only to remember that hour to love you and call you 'Brothers!'. But it is not enough to call you this so that the Father may call you: 'Sons'. And I want Him to call you that. What kind of brother would I be if I did not want you with Me in My Father's House?

Here then is why I say to you: 'Come, that I may wash you.' No one is so filthy that My washing does not cleanse him. No one is so pure as to have no need of My Bath. Come. This is not water. There are miraculous springs which heal the sores and maladies of the flesh. But this is more than those.

This Spring gushes from My Breast.

Behold this slashed Heart from Which gushes the Water that washes. My Blood is the most limpid Water there is in creation. In It, infirmities and imperfections are canceled. And your soul becomes white and whole again, worthy of the Kingdom.

Come. Let Me say to you: 'I absolve you!' Open your heart to Me. In it are the roots of your ills. Let Me enter. Let Me loose your bandages. Your sores disgust you? Seen in My Light they appear as they are: swarming with loathsome worms. Do not look at them. Look at Mine. Let Me work. I have a light Hand. You will feel only a caress...and all will be healed. You will feel only a kiss and a tear. And all will be cleaned.

O how beautiful you will be, then, around My altar! Angels amidst the angels of the Ciborium. And My Heart will have great joy from it. Because I am the Savior, and I spurn no one. But I am also the Lamb Who grazes among the lilies, and to be surrounded with whiteness delights Me, because to make each of you white I took life and gave life.

O how I see the Father smile, and Love make you radiant with His own radiance, because you are no longer stained with sin!

Come to the Fountain of the Savior. My Blood descends upon the contrite mind and a voice, in which is My own, says: 'I absolve you in the Name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.'"

"'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 being lanced. Look at the Humanity of your Redeemer. From head to foot is one whole wound. The scourging horrifies whoever meditates on it and agonizes whoever experiences it. But it was torture for an hour. You who betray Me scourge My Heart. For centuries you do it.

I have loved each of you. I love you now. I have compassion for you. I forgive you. I wash you, taking My own Blood to make of It a purifying Bath for you. And you betray Me. I am the Word of God. I am glorious in Heaven. But in this Heaven I am there not only as Spirit. I am there also as Flesh. The flesh has feelings and affections. Why do you want to renew for Me, continually, that gnawing fire which is the nearness of a traitor? Heaven is distant? No, sons who betray Me. I am near you. I am among you. And you burn Me with the flame of your betrayal.

I look among the different classes of persons, seeking comfort. And in each one I meet looks and more looks of traitors. Why do you betray Me? I am among you to do you good. Why do you want to hurt Me? I bring You My gifts. Why do you throw at Me biting asps? I call you: 'Friends'. Why do you answer Me with: 'Accursed!'? What have I done to you? What man do you know who is more patient and good than I? Look: when you are happy no one abandons you. But if you weep, if your riches abandon you, if a sickness makes you contagious, see how all stay far from you. I remain. Rather, it is just then that I welcome you, because then you come. You no longer have anyone with whom to weep and to talk, and then you remember Me. And I do not say to you: 'Go away, for I do not know you.' I could say it, because in fact, you never came to Me while you were rich, healthy and happy, to say to Me: 'I am indeed so, and I thank You for it.'

But no. I do not demand even this from anyone who is not already a giant of love. This 'thanks' I do not demand. It would be enough for Me

should you say to Me: 'I am happy.' Say it to Me. Do not consider Me a stranger to you. Recall that I am there too. Have a thought for this Jesus. I would say the 'Thanks' for you to God: My Father and yours.

Instead, you never come. And I could say: 'I do not know you.' But, see how I open My Arms to you and say: 'Come, that we may weep together.'

Look: I am in the prisons, in the small and humiliating cells, seated on the very plank-bed of the convict, and I talk to him of a truer liberty than that which is beyond those four walls, of a liberty which no longer fears being wounded by faults which should be punished. And yet that prisoner is one who has betrayed Me, offending My law of love. Perhaps he has killed.

Perhaps he has robbed. But now he calls Me. Here I am by him. The world despises him. I love him. I called 'friend' him who killed Me and robbed Me of My life. I can call 'friend' this unhappy man who returns to Me. I, Flame of Love, am near the sick. Their fevers know My caress, their sweat My sweat cloth, their weakness My Arm that supports them, their anguish My Word. And yet many are sick from having betrayed Me in My law. They have served the flesh. And the flesh, a mad wild beast, is lost, ruined, and ruins them now, even in life. See too that I am the only One Who is not weary of their evil, and I watch with them, and suffer with them, and I smile at their hopes. And, if only the Father wills it, I change those hopes into reality. But if I see that the decree is for death, look how I take this brother of Mine -- who trembles before the mystery of death and calls Me -- and say to him: 'Do not fear. You believe it is darkness: it is light. You believe it is sorrow: it is joy. Give Me your hand. I know death.

I knew it before you. I know that it is [but] a moment, and that God supernaturally helps to deaden the senses so as not to depress the soul in its last struggle. Trust. Look at Me. Me only... Look! You see? You have passed the threshold. Come with Me now, to the Father. Do not fear, not even now. I am with you. The Father loves whomever I love.'

They are in deserted houses. Formerly, their voices were merry. The death or misery was passed. [Now] the survivor wanders around alone. His friends are fled. His loved ones distanced, by work or by death. There is a sun in the heavens, but for the survivor all is darkness. There is peace in the night-air, but for the survivor there is no rest. And yet, many times in that house was I betrayed: because creatures were made gods. Creatures were loved idolatrously [thus] betraying My law. But I enter and come to put a ray of light in the darkness, to infuse peace where there is a storm. That survivor called Me... Perhaps absentmindedly..., perhaps without a true will to have Me. But I go without delay.

Oh! how I ask only to be with each of you. Every memory of past error falls away when you call Me: 'Jesus!'.

But do not scourge My Heart! It is already opened and bleeding profusely.

Do not poison Its wound. And to those who have understood Me in My sorrow of one betrayed, I say: 'One of you will betray Me. 24 Give Me your faithful love for a balm.' And I say it to all. To the saints, My favorites as God. To sinners, My favorites as Jesus. Because even sinners, for whom I became Jesus, can treat this wound for Me. You are Samaritans? I know it. But My parable speaks of a good Samaritan who treats the wounds untreated by the sons of the Law who pass by, absorbed in their hurry to serve God. They do not know that God is served more by loving than by performing practices.

I am the Wounded Man languishing on your roads. Bandits have attacked and stripped Me. The Bandits: those who unworthily enjoy My Sacrifice of a God Who makes Himself flesh. They stripped Me: denying Me My attributes with their numerous heresies. They strip the Truth, because that garment entices them, since it is shining. But they do not know that it shines because it is worn by Him Who is the Sun, and in the hand of those who cover it with the slobber of their conceited mind, it becomes some rag.

The Truth is truth, and with this light it illumines everything when it is seen united to God. Separated, it becomes clamorous language. For, the Truth is Science and Wisdom. But snatched from God, it becomes chaos. You treat My wounds, even if [you are] Samaritans. Give Me your oil and wine: the oil, love; the wine, the contrition of your I, your ego.

Treat My wounds. I do not disdain you. Let that sinful woman who refreshed My weary Feet talk to you and say if I spurn the sinner.

But never betray Me again. Go, and sin no more. I forgive all for you if all in you loves Me. Give Me a sincere kiss. My Cheek burns from the kisses of traitors. Treat It's burns with the kiss of fidelity." "'Love one another as I have loved you.'

From cradle to Cross. From Bethlehem to mount Olivet, I have loved each of you.

The cold and the misery of My first night in the world did not prevent Me from loving you with My Spirit and, though annihilating Myself even to the point of being unable -- I, the Word -- to say to you: 'I love you,' I said those words to you with My Spirit, inseparable from that of the Father and working with Him in tireless activity.

The agony of My last night on Earth did not hinder Me from loving you.

Rather, it touched the highest summits of love. It burned, rather, in the most living conflagration. It consumed, instead, all that was not love, even to squeezing out -- along with My disgust for sin and My sorrow at the Father's abandonment -- the Blood from My veins.

What greater love than that which knows how to love while knowing that it itself is hated? Thus have I loved each of you.

The first gesture of My Hands: a caress. The last: a benediction. And in between these two gestures -- the first, born in the pitch darkness of a winter night, the last, in the splendor of a burning summer morning -thirty-three years of gestures of love, responding to as many movements of love. Love with miracles, love with caresses of children and friends, the love of a Master, the love of a Benefactor, the love of a Friend, love, love, love...

And a more than human love at the last Supper. Before being bound and impaled, these Hands of Mine washed the feet of the apostles, even of that one whose heart I had wanted to wash; and they broke the bread. And I broke My Heart with that bread -- that bread I gave you. For I knew My return to Heaven was near and I did not want to leave you alone. Because I knew how easily you forget, and I wanted you to see yourselves as brothers seated at a single supper-table, around My Altar-table, so as to say to one another: 'We belong to Jesus!'

What greater love than that which knows how to love the one who tortures it? And yet it is thus that I loved each of you. And I knew how to pray for you while I was dying.

Love one another as I have loved you. Hate extinguishes the light. Even a simple grudge dims peace. God is Peace, He is Light, because 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. Therefore without haughtiness. From this tabernacle, from this Cross, from this Heart go forth only words of humility.

I am God and I am your Servant, and I stay here waiting for each of you to say to Me: 'I hunger' in order to give Myself -- Bread -- to you. I am God and I expose Myself to your eyes, naked and cursed, on a piece of wood that was an infamous gibbet. I am God and I implore you to love My Heart.

I implore you. For your love: because if you love you do yourselves good.

I am God. With or without your love I am always God. But you, no.

Without My Love you are nothing: dust.

I want each of you with Me. I want you Here. I want to make of your dust a Light of Bliss. I want you not to die, but to live: because I am Life and I want you to have Life.

Love one another without egoism. It would be an impure love, destined to die of sickness. Love one another by wanting for the others more good than what you want for yourselves. It is very difficult. I know. But you see this Eucharistic Bread? It made the martyrs. They were creatures like each of you: fearful, weak, even vice-ridden. This Bread made them heroes.

In the first point I indicated to you My Blood for your purification. In this third point, in order to make you saints, I show you this Altar-table and this Bread. From being sinners, the Blood has made you just. The Bread of the just makes you saints. A bath cleanses but does not nourish. It refreshes, restores, but does not become flesh in the flesh. Food, though, becomes blood and flesh: it becomes yourselves. My Food becomes you yourselves.

Oh! think! Look at a small baby. Today he eats his bread and tomorrow again, and then tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow. See how he becomes a man: tall, robust, handsome. Is it his mama who has made him so? No. His mother conceived him, carried him, brought him to light, nursed him and loved, loved, loved him. But if, after his milk, that little one had not had anything else but baths, kisses and love, he would have perished from starvation. That little child becomes a man from the adult food that he takes. That man is such because he daily takes his food.

It is the same for your spiritual 'I'. Nourish it with the true Food which descends from Heaven and which brings you from Heaven all the energy to make you virile in Grace. A healthy and strong virility is always good. See how much easier it is to see a man who is sick being harsh and without compassion or patience. My Food will make you healthy and strong with a virility of spirit, and you will know how to love others more than yourselves, as I have loved you.

For, look, sons, I have loved you not as one loves himself. But more than Myself. So much so that I have put Myself to death to save you from death. If you love thus, you will know God intimately. Do you know what it means to know God intimately? It means to know the taste of true Joy, of true Peace, of true Friendship.

Oh! The Friendship, the Peace, the Joy of God! It is a reward promised to the blessed. But it is already given to him who loves on Earth with all of himself.

Love, to be true, is not of words. It is of deeds. Active as its Source which is God. Nor does it ever tire of working, not even from the disappointments which come from its brothers. Poor is that love which falls like a bird with its wings weakened when an obstacle wounds it!

True love, even if wounded, rises. With talons and beak it climbs up, if it cannot fly anymore, in order not to lie in the shadow and frost, in order to be in the sun, medicine of every ill. But as soon as it is reinvigorated, see how it resumes its flight. And it goes from God to its brothers, and from these to God: this angelic butterfly which carries the pollens of the Celestial Gardens to fertilize the earthly flowers; and it carries to God the perfumes snatched from the humblest flowers, that He may welcome and bless them. ****************+ But woe if it gets far from the sun. The Sun is My Eucharist, because in It is the Father blessing, the Spirit loving, while I, the Word, work.

Come and take. This is the Food that I ardently ask to be consumed by you. "'If you remain in Me and My Teaching remains in You, whatever you ask will be given you.'

I descend into each of you and make Myself your food. But -- Center that I am -- I draw you to Myself. You nourish yourselves from Me, but with more reason I nourish Myself from you. The two hungers are insatiable and constant. The vine nourishes its pollens. But it is the pollens which make the vine. The water nourishes the seas, but it is the seas which nourish the water, rising up again in evaporation in order to descend anew. Therefore you must remain in Me as I in you. Separated, not I, but you die.

I am Food for the spirit and Food for thought. The spirit is nourished by the Flesh of a God. Essence that it is, poured out from God, the spirit cannot have any food except from That which is its Matrix.

Now for those who always allow themselves to censure My Words, I say that if they do not understand let them study theology. My Words correspond to what theology teaches.

And as for the phrase, 'The spirit is the essence poured out from God,'-which will certainly give them trouble -- let them think that the soul is a 'breath infused from God.' You, when deprived of your souls, are corpses.

Let them open Genesis. It says: 'The Lord God formed the man with the mire of the earth and sighed into his face the breath of life.' 32 Let them not say to Me: 'To give him life.' No. To give life to the wild or domestic animals, quadrupeds, reptiles, fish, birds that they might exist, He had no need to 'sigh into their face the vital breath.' He created them and it sufficed. The breath of God is the soul, the soul-life. It is the breath of the Spirit of God which becomes a living spirit in man.

Let them also open the Gospels. And with what do you think I restored life to the dead? With My Hand? With My Voice? No. By infusing My Breath which, being of God, was alive, that is: it was spiritual, it was soul. I would bend over the dead and take them by the hand and command: 'Rise.' Yes. But that was the exterior and visible form. While I was bending down, I would breathe the spirit into their face, the outpouring of My Spirit, and life would return.

And if in the resurrection of Lazarus, those who censure what I am saying should say to me: 'You did not come near Lazarus,' I answer: 'For this one, in this miracle, I invoked the help of the Father and -- learn, o men -- in order to have it without fail, I gave Him thanks before the miracle for having heard Me: 'Father, I thank You for having heard Me. I know that You always hear Me. But I say it for the people who surround Me, so that they may believe that You have sent Me.' Sure faith, prompt gratitude.

Anticipated gratitude, rather: proof of sure faith. For Lazarus buried in the tomb, beyond the space and bandages and decay, and at a distance from Me, the living effusion of God was needed. And his life returns.

But let them also open the Book. In the 3rd Book of Kings, How did the prophet Elias restore life to the son of the widow of Sarepta? By stretching himself three times over the little dead body and crying out to God. But also by breathing into the dead boy his own spirit which his prayer to God had rendered powerful for him with a vital power. Elias, a prophet, that is a servant of God -- but neither God nor the Son of God -- had to repeat this prayer and "infusion" three times. But it is always a breath which he infused. A spiritual breath. And does not the Book say: 'Do not wish to be like the animals whose life is in their nostrils?.' Which is to say that this Life is not in [your] respiration, but in a deep, secret point, and from there it is diffused throughout the whole body, and from there it can be poured out in throbbings that rise up again to Heaven: charity toward God; and, spreading itself over the earth: charity toward one's neighbor.

Therefore: as an essence poured out and infused by God, it is nourished with the food of God. And for the other phrase: 'I have asked My own glory for you, rather I have straightway given it to you...' --a phrase with which My censors will certainly clash: let them take the Gospel of John and open it there where My last prayer before the Passion is found. It would be salutary if they would nourish their spirit from it daily and would give it as broken bread to the flock of My 'little ones' whom I have entrusted to them.

Less books and tomes, scribes of the 20th century! Rather this, this, THIS prayer, every word of which opens horizons, founts, treasures of salvation, because it teaches you love, faith, hope, courage, justice, prudence and temperance. And if they do not see where these virtues are in it, they will hardly accept My lesson which shows them these virtues-It is love: the fundamental note of My whole prayer.

It is faith: when I ask Heavenly gifts for men.

It is hope: when I speak of those who are not yet sanctified but will be, because the Father will sanctify them even after I will no longer be an Evangelizer among men.

It is courage: because I cry out this prayer of Mine, which seems a hymn of triumph, in the hour in which I know there is prepared that which is torture for the flesh and the apparent failure of every hope, faith and love on the part of God and of men and in God and in men.

It is justice: when I ask that those who are not sons of perdition, having not wanted to follow Satan, 'may be only one thing with the Father and with Me.' No, he does not perish who does not want to perish. He does not perish. And for him who does not want to perish there is reserved friendship and union with God. Because the Father and I are just and We judge with justice, keeping present the weakness of man and the circumstances that increase that weakness.

And see how I put prudence in My prayer. I do not say: 'They are sanctified by Me and there is need of nothing else. I am sure of them.' No, for I say rather: 'Sanctify them in the truth.' I pray that this sanctification be never exhausted, to counterbalance the never-exhausted and detrimental action of your nature goaded by Satan.

Finally, there is temperance when I dare to say: 'I sacrifice Myself totally and I want men totally.' I should want them. But it would not be justice, because many do not deserve salvation because of their marriage with Satan. And then I ask, with temperance, for those who will be sanctified through having believed and lived according to the Word which the Father gave Me so that I would give it to them. To these I give the glory which the Father has given Me. 'And the glory which You have given Me I have given to them, that they may be only one thing with Us.' Here is the phrase which to them [i.e., His censors] will seem a heresy of my little John. No. I protect her. I clasp her to My Heart, I place her in the circle of My Arms, this 'little one' who knows how to listen to Me and understand Me because she loves Me. Here is her strength. She loves Me and therefore she surpasses you, scholars, who are as much scholars as you can be: with only the one wing of your science, because the other [wing] is lacking to you in not having ardent, total charity; you who are scholars, but who are not loving.

This, My little 'voice', which is like that of a little sparrow that stands with its wings tensed to follow the flight of the Eagle because it wished to follow Him to hear His song and to repeat it to its companions -- since the royal Eagle does not oppress the little fledgling sparrows, but makes them His friends even in [their] imprisonment --My little "voice", merits to have her littleness, which is incapable of heights, drawn behind the course of the royal Flight to Paradisal heights, and to have the Eagle, under the protection of His powerful wings, protect her from the kites and petty hawks, and to grant her to be nourished on the solitary cliff with the little morsels which He breaks up for her. Because the Eagle loves her.

The Eagle loves her so, this little voice. And therefore He has rebaptized her "John", since she is defended not only by the Divine Eagle, but also by the apostolic eagle and learns his song from Ours, and has peace in the shadow of Our Strength, warmth from the Sun to which We draw her, food in however much we give her. I defend her: I and John.

And when the little sparrow will no longer have a voice and will be silent after its last profession of love, when its little wings are gathered together upon its heart which has so throbbed with love, and its eyes are closed -not by satiety from seeing the Sun, its Sun, but because the Sun's ardor will have consumed it, We will take the little sparrow and bring it with Us, beyond the limits which separate the human from the suprahuman, and we will place it in the lap of Mary, at the feet of the throne of God, so that it may reopen its wings, its mouth and eyes, and fly, sing and see. Fly to the Sun-God. Sing to the Sun-God. See the Sun-God.

This, for those who 'hate her without reason' as they hated Me. For those, however, who love Me and love her, I say that I give them this Holy Hour.

I have dictated it for many, but I dedicate it to those who desired it....

I said I am also Food for thought. Thought is nourished from My Word which is the Thought of a God. --Your thought! Your intelligence is what makes you like God, because in your intelligence is memory, intellect and will, as in your spirit there is a likeness [to God] through your being spirit, free, immortal.

Your thought, to be capable of remembering, understanding, willing what is good, must be nourished from My Doctrine. And My Doctrine recalls to you the benefits and the works of God, who God is, what is God's due. It makes you understand the good and discern it from evil. It makes you want to do the good. Without My Doctrine you become slaves of other [doctrines] which have the name 'doctrine' but are errors. And like ships without compass and rudder you head toward shipwreck. You go off course. And then how can you say: 'God has abandoned me,' when it is you yourselves who have abandoned Him? Remain in Me. If you do not remain in Me, it is a sign that you hate Me. And My Father hates whoever hates Me, because he who hates Me hates the Father, I being one with the Father. Remain in Me. Make the Father unable to distinguish the vineshoot from the Vine, so much is the shoot one with It. Make the Father unable to understand where I end and you begin, so full is our likeness.

Whoever loves ends up taking on the inflections, expressions and gestures of the beloved.

I want all of you to be as so many copies of Jesus. And this because I want you to have whatever you ask -- fused to Me you can only ask good things -- and thus not have to know a rebuff. And this because I want you to have more still than what you ask, because the Father pours out His treasures in a continual flow of love upon His Son. And whoever is in the Son enjoys this infinite outpouring, which is the love of God Who takes joy in His Word and which circulates in Him. Now, I am the Body and you are the members, and therefore the Joy which floods Me and comes from the Father, the Power, the Peace, every other perfection which circulates in Me is transfused into you, My faithful, who are part of Me, inseparable here and Beyond.

Come each and ask. Have no fear of asking. You can ask all, because God can give all. Ask for yourselves and for all. I have taught you. Ask for those present and for those absent. Ask for those of the past, of the present, of the future. Ask for this your daily life and for your eternity, and ask both the first and the second for those whom you love.

Ask, ask, ask. For all. For the good, that God bless them. For the wicked, that God convert them. Say with Me: 'Father, forgive them.' Ask: for health, for peace in the family, peace in the world, peace for eternity. Ask for holiness. Yes, this too. God is the Holy One and He is the Father. Ask Him -- along with the life that maintains you -- for holiness through the Strength which comes from Him. Have no fear of asking. Your daily bread and daily blessing. You are not all body; you are not yet all spirit. Ask for the first and for the second, and it will be given you.

Do not be afraid of daring too much. I have asked for My Own Glory for each of you, rather I have absolutely given It to you, so that you may be like Us Who love you, and that the world may know that you are children of God. Come. In this Heart of Mine is Your Father. Enter, that He may be able to recognize you and say: 'Let there be a great feast in heaven because I have found a son whom I loved.'"