Jesus, rest your gaze upon me, prepare my soul to receive the kiss of your union, cleanse me. May we live this prayer together, united in every way, in body, in soul, in love and in free will. May this encounter between love created and Love uncreated be a source of Life for all. In this way, hidden in your Love, all the created dissolves in the ardent fire of Love uncreated. Amen. FIAT.

"Little children, let us not love in word or speech but in deed and in truth." (1 John 3: 18)

Passage from “Book of Heaven” by Luisa Piccarreta, the Little Daughter of the Divine Will – 1 June 1924 – from divine humidity to celestial dew, the reinforcements of a soul

The great good which, more than celestial dew, the memory of all that Jesus said and suffered in His Life brings to the soul, as she makes it her own. 

This morning I found myself outside of myself, and I saw my last late Confessor, surrounded by many people who were all attentive and as though enraptured in listening to him; and he talked and talked, and was so inflamed as to inflame others. I drew near to listen to what he was saying, and to my surprise, I heard that he was saying all that blessed Jesus had told me – His finesses of love, the many condescensions of Jesus toward me. And when he spoke about the stratagems of love of Jesus toward me, he radiated light, to the extent of remaining transfused within that light; and not only himself, but also those who were listening to him. I remained surprised, and I said to myself: ‘The Confessor did not do it only in life – telling the things of my soul to others – but he is doing it also after his death, in the other life…' And I waited for him to finish speaking, in order to approach him and tell him about some of my difficulties; but he would not finish, and I found myself inside myself.

Then, according to my usual way, I followed my beloved Jesus in His Passion, satisfying Him, repairing Him, and making His pains my own. And Jesus, moving in my interior, told me: “My daughter, how much great good the memory of Me and of all that I did, suffered and said in my Life, procures for the soul! By compassionating Me and making me intentions her own, and by remembering, one by one, my pains, my works, my words, she calls them into herself and places them in nice order within her soul, in such a way as to come to take the fruits of all I did, suffered and said.

This produces a sort of divine humidity within the soul, in which the sun on my Grace delights in rising and in forming a celestial dew, by virtue of that humidity. And this dew does not only embellish the soul in a marvellous way, but It has the virtue of mitigating the rays of the burning sun of my Diving Justice, when, finding souls burned up by the fire of sin, It is about to strike them, burn them and wither them more and more. By mitigating Its rays, this divine des uses them to form a beneficial dew, in order to prevent them from striking the creatures, and it becomes vital humidify so as not to let them wither. Oh, how this symbolizes nature when, after a day of burning sun, the plants are about to wither; and a humid night is enough, because, rising again upon that humidity, the sun forms its dew, and instead of making them die, its heat serves to fecundate them and to complete the maturation of their fruits.

This happens more surprisingly in the supernatural order. The memory is the beginning of every good. The memory forms many sips for the soul; they lose their attractiveness, gratitude, correspondence, esteem, love, value.

And this memory does not only produce the origin of every good in life, but also after death, it produces the origin of Glory. Have you not heard your late Confessor – how he delighted in speaking about the graces I have given you? This is because during his life he cared about hearing them, he remembered them, and his interior remained filled with them as to overflow outside. And now, how much good did this not procure for him in the other life? It is for him like a fount of good which overflows for the good of others.

Therefore, the more the soul remembers all that belongs to Me, my graces, the lessons I have given her, the more the found of my goods grows within her, to the point that, unable to contain them, they overflow for the good of others.”

Let us pray

Lord, throughout this special time, may the memory of the Diving Humanity of Your words, deeds and life spring forth in my soul, so that I may relive your Will, with your help and your presence in me. May your Will engrave my soul with all your actions and all your words, because just as you have said: “It is written, ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.' ” (Mt 4:4)

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