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Today I speak to all the righteous of the earth which call all over the world, in order to unify their aspirations and prayers in an oblate that rises to heaven. That no barriers of religion, nationality or race divide them, because the day is not far where only one will be the division between men: just and unjust.The division is in the depths of his conscience and not in your outer appearance, visible. All who sincerely want to understand understand. Each knows himself, intimately, without your neighbour can perceive it. My word is universal, but it is also an intimate appeal, staff, everyone. Many will recognize. A great transformation approaches for the life of the world. My voice is singular, however, others will rise very soon, always stronger, settling in all parts of the world, so that the board no one lacks. I would like you to see these messages, beyond the path to be followed safely, the greatest proof of love to you, my children, after the proof of love of Calvary, Gethsemane, in a last call, whose task is now in the hands young men in spreading the truth, men of intelligence and faith, using ultra-modern features, and no more martyrs covered in blood. To all I say, "lift with my resurrection."

    
     I come from the Top and from afar until you, full of love and kindness, and you deny me. Don't resist your souls barriers, but hear, ponder, let this beam of light that comes from God down your conscience, illuminating it. Poor beings, evil and wicked, however, you are my children, and for that love you would rise to the cross again to save you. Hear me! I speak to you with love, immense love. I went for you insulted and crucified, and I've forgiven you; I still forgive you and still love you. Hear me, because I'm the synthesis of all truths. I beseech you, humbly, for your salvation: hear my voice!
 

August 2, 1932, the day of "Forgiveness from the Porziuncola
of St. Francis of Assisi

My son, my voice doesn't despise your little things each day, but put yourself above them to great things all the time.

Love the work, including material work.

High and holy thing, the work at present was transformed into fever. That hasn't been abused among you? That thing has not been misrepresented by man? In everything you have exceeded and therefore do not know the balanced labor, that such a high moral content contains: Seek necessary to the body, but at the same time glad your spirit. And yet, surely this divine gift, which could shape the world in your image, in insatiable torment of possession. Switched the beauty of act creator, complete unto itself, by the greed that never rests. How many employees efforts to poison your life!

Love the work, but with new spirit; love it, not for what it is exactly, however, as worship to God, as a manifestation of your soul, never as fever of wealth or domain. Never imprison your soul to your results, which belong to the matter and, therefore, are subject to forfeiture; love, however, the act, only the act of work. Isn't the possession, triumph, your reward, but, yes, the intimate satisfaction of having fulfilled, each day, your duty, contributing thus in the functioning of large collective organism.

This is the only real reward, indestructible, solidly your; the others quickly dissipate and are lost. Still no positive result you got, a reward will be with you forever: peace of heart, peace that the world lost by attaching to concrete things, judging them as safe things.

You let go of everything, including the fruit of your work, if you want to enter in possession of peace. Take care of the things of Earth, but just enough for you to learn how to let go of them.

All construction should be located in your spirit, should be building qualities and dispositions of personality, not edification in the matter, which is a sandy whirlwind that no signal can save.

Everything what you like which is attached to you forever should be connected by the qualities and worthiness, everything should be bonded by the subtle force of the law, for you busy, never by your outside force, or by social conventions links or by ties of matter. Only in this way can actually own: otherwise, you will not otherwise the sadness after the illusion and the subsequent awareness of the uselessness of your efforts.

Another major problem that concerns you, is love. Raise up in love, as you should be raised in all things, if you want to find deep joy. Hammer your soul, an intimate work faithful every day, which takes you to the conquest of love ever more extensive, only to have the strength of eternal things.

You know that love rises from the human to the divine and in this rise it does not destroy itself but becomes stronger, perfecting and multiplying.  Follow me and you will be able to sing the song of love:

These my teachings aim more to intuition that your intellect. What I have said to you has a broader sense: the happiness of others is your only happiness, true and firm. It means extinction of selfishness in amplexus of universal altruism. All this can be easily understood, but it's hard to feel it. I'm not looking for your reason that discusses, before I seek that inner vision that in you operates, that feels for immediate design, that sees with absolute clarity and dutifully surrenders to action.

I ask you the impetus that only comes from the heat of faith and that never comes through the tortuous paths of reasoning. I do not wish scholarship, research and intellect wins; I prefer, before, you see, a synthetic act of faith and immediately you may live your vision, and that impersonate the sighted idea, and you shine themselves in yours splendor. Only then the idea will live on earth and personified in you there will be a time of divine conception.

I'm not calling for your knowledge or to your intellect, that are not assets of all but come to close to you by unusual paths and penetrate you like lightning that descends to the depths and dispels the darkness, flickering and drags you through new roads, new forces, which will raise the world as a whirlwind.

To be understood, I shall also speak the language and biting cold of reason and science, but I'll use, above all, passionate and direct language of faith. My Word will be now a clamor of command, another all the tenderness of a mother's kiss.

To be understood by everyone, my word will go the extremes of wisdom and simplicity, strength and kindness. It will be tears of bitterness and whirlwind of passion; will be nostalgic lament, sighing for a distant homeland, as will also be impetus for action until she lead you. My word will roll, sometimes as a whispering stream in green meadow, bringing you the coolness of the pure stuff; other times, will thunder with the angry elements on the fury of the storm.

I want to descend to the bosom of every soul  and adapt myself in order to be understood; for each soul I must find a word that penetrates it in the most intimate, a word that shakes it, which ignites and throw it up, where I am, leading it to near me, where I hope it

Souls, souls I ask. To conquer them I came up from the depths of infinity, where there's no space or time. I have come to offer you my hug; I came again to tell you the word of the resurrection, to elevate you to me, to indicate to you a higher path where you will find pure joys.

You have identified in such a way with the physical life, which you cannot feel or a limited life as your own body. Poor life, fast and full of uncertainties, cloistered in the limitations of your poor senses. Poor life, ended in a casket in the grave which is the body to which you cling. My voice will wrap up all the extremes of your different psychologies. Hear what I say!

I don't teach you to enjoy the earthly things, because they are illusory; show you the joys of heaven, because only these are real. My truth is not easy truth of the world; don't promise joys without effort, but my promise not eludes you. My path is path of pain, but I tell you that only he will lead you to liberation and redemption. My road is the road of struggle and thorns, but only it will get you resurface in me, and I will satisfy you forever. I'd never say you enjoy! enjoy the life, enjoy the moment, as the world speaks to you. The world, however, deceive you; I wouldn't deceive you, ever.

My truth is rough and naked, yet it is the truth. I ask for your effort, but I give you happiness. I say to you: "Taste", but with you I will be at the time of pain; with maternal piety, sparkle for you; measuring all your effort, provide the evidence according to your ability; Finally, I will do what the world will never do: I will wipe away your tears.

The world seems to sprinkle roses, but in fact distributes thorns; I offer thorns, but I will help you to pick the roses.

Follow me, because I have given you an example. Rise up, O men, because it is time. I come not to bring war, but rather peace. I come not to bring dissension to your ideas or to your beliefs: I come fertilize them with my spirit, unify them in my light.

Do not come to destroy but to build. What is useless die by itself, without me give you an example of aggression.

You always want to attack, even in the name of God. With great eagerness that you anxious to discussions and fights against your own brothers, always ready to desecrate thus my pure word of kindness. I repeat: "Love one another". Do not argue, but give the example of virtue in pain; love your neighbor; learn to be always ready to aid, anywhere where there is a relieve suffering, a caress to offer. Your scholarly investigations become so rough your souls that did not allow you to advance one step to heaven.

Do not come to harm, but to help; not to divide, but to unite; not demolish, but build. My word search kindness, before wisdom. My voice to all addresses. It is wide as the universe, solemn as infinity. My voice will come into your hearts, sometimes with the sweetness of a caring, sometimes devastating as a typhoon.

I come from the High and from far away to you. You can not realize how long is the way that we, pure thought, we must go in order to overcome the immense spiritual distance that separates us from you, immersed in the muddy ground. Your psychological distances are larger and more difficult to overcome than the distances of space and time. So sometimes I get tired. My fatigue, however, is not physical fatigue: it comes only from the discouragement that comes at me from your misunderstanding. And yet, my word has the sweetness of eternity and infinity. It has as broad tone as the human voice ever possessed: You ought therefore recognize Me.

I come full of love and kindness to you, and Me repelis. I, who see the limits of the history of your planet; I, that a quick glance, I see effortlessly all the laborious ascent of this humanity whose father I am; I do me little today, I limit myself and enclose me in a split second your historical moment that you may understand Me.

If I speak to you with my powerful voice, you wouldn't understand me. My gaze beholds the earth when man even still inhabited it and also sees it in the distant future, dead, to navigate in space as a coffin all the grandeur of it. See your Sun dying, then dead and then called to a new life. See, in addition to this atom that is your planet, a dust of stars the revolutearem without ceasing for infinite spaces, and all of them carrying Humanities who struggle, suffer, win and rise. All I see, all I read in your hearts and in the hearts of all beings.

Beyond your physical universe, I see a greater moral universe, where souls, in their laborious ascent, fulfilling their seniority purification effort for the top, sing the most glorious hymn to the Divinity. Splendid light exists in the moral center of the universe, light that attracts all beings by a moral gravitation force more powerful than the one that maintains associated in space the planetary and stellar masses. Everything I see, but I don't speak so as not to disturb you. Everything I see and my hand powerful firm the fate of worlds. Could change the course of the stars, but we are law, order and balance and not condone violations. Wield the destiny of peoples, and yet I come humbly to you, for, among you, spoon the scent it gives off a simple soul. Thas's my only comfort, when I go down to your world, to deep and dark layers of dense matter formed from low and disgusting things. That scent seems to lose yourself in your atmosphere laden with harmful fumes, as that won by the surrounding forces of evil.  However, I realize it   and electing it,  and I gather it as who keeps a humble jewelry, but precious. Gather the delicate little flower, humble and gentle, blossomed in the mud, and I keep in my heart where it will rest. It is the only affection that I find in your world, the only hymn, pure and simple, which makes me rest. As the child rests in the songs of her mother, which seem to be the most beautiful for her, so cherish me, invaded by infinite sweetness, within these humble voices scattered in your world.

That is the only respite amid the working enlighten and guide you, O rebellious men, who believe master and you are dominated, that you think up, rnas actually descend. I could, however, frighten you by miracles, terrorize you with cataclysms. However, I would convince you? My hand rises upon you, being evil, as a blessing, not for revenge.

Hear carefully this great word: I wish the balance violated by your wickedness is restored by the ways of love, not by punishment. Do you understand the big difference?

These are the reasons of my speech, my presence among you.

The law wants balance. The Law that you disrespected with your faults, outraging the Divinity, want the balance to be restored. It is the Law. The balance "should" be restored, the reaction "should" occur, the effect "should" follow the cause, for you freely sought.

God wants you free, already know it. Well, I come to that the balance be restored by the ways of love and understanding; I'm here to urge you, with words of fire, understanding, encourage you to freely resume the path of redemption. Finally, I come to teach you to make your freedom a use that you raise and save, not to demote and order. I come to make you aware of this law, to guide you, and the way to restore violated order, in order that this violation will not befall you as tremendous return shock which will destroy your civilization.

Come to save you, to save the best you possess, what still with difficulty since the centuries have accumulated, at the price of a lot of pain and a lot of blood.

Among the iron necessity of Law that inexorably back into balance, today I interpose my love and my light, as I interjected my pain and my martyrdom!

Men, tremble! It is supreme moment. For supreme reasons that I go down the Upper to you. Hear me: the world will be divided between those who understand me and follow me and those who do not understand me and do not follow me. I am sorry for the latter! The first find safe haven in my heart and be saved; on the other the Law, not compensated for my love, inevitably descend and they will be dragged by a whirlwind nameless for unspeakable darkness.

Make no mistake! Recognize my voice. Recognize it by its immense tonality, for its kindness without borders. Perhaps, some man has already spoken that way to you?  I speak to you of things simple and high, good things and terrible. I'm the synthesis of all Truths.

Don't resist me barriers of your souls, hear, ponder, let this beam of light that comes from God down your conscience, illuminating it. I beg you, humiliating me in your presence; humbly, for your salvation, I beseech you: hear My voice!

That descend upon you, peace. The peace! The peace that no longer know come on your souls! Between you and the divine justice is my prayer: "God, forgive them, for they know not what they do".

Poor being lost in the darkness of the passions; poor beings who take for true light the false tinsel fascinating things on Earth! Poor beings, evil and wicked! And yet, you are my children, and for the love of you again I would rise to the cross to save you. Poor beings who, in a fleeting victory of matter, that call civilization, have completely lost the only home of the heart — my peace.

Hear me. I speak with love, with immense love you. I was insulted and crucified for you, but I forgave you; still forgive you and still love you. I bring you peace. Return to close to you to speak to you about a science that your science does not know to pronounce the word that no man can speak; the word that will satisfy you forever. Hear me.

My voice will lead your heart to a bliss that no materials victory and no greatness in the world can never give you.

As an intuitive flash, my light sprinkle upon you an understanding to which the laborious processes of your reason not reach ever. The reason, the daughter of reasoning, discusses and calculates, but I am the glow that lights up in you and can, in an instant, turn you into heroes. Accept, I beg you, this supreme gift I offer you and by which come so far to close to you: Accept this splendid gift, which is my peace. It is the bliss of heaven, I bring to you hands full; is happiness that nothing earthly can never give you. Recognize my peace! To receive it, open all the doors of your soul! Satisfy yourself of it. Inebriate you with it! It is an immense gift that I bring you the bosom of God; it is a grace with which my immense Love reward your ingratitude.

I come to you, bringing the most beautiful gifts, to pour over your souls true happiness. I come to soften the Divine Justice. I made a long and fatiguing journey of my radiant sky to your darkness. Came spontaneously, for the love that I consecrate to you. Not renoves the tortures of Gethsemane, the anguish of human misunderstanding, the torments of an immense love repelled.

Who am I? - You ask me.

I am the heat of the morning sun that watches the unbuttoning of the little flower that nobody sees; I am the balance in alternator variation of elements, all guarantees life. I am mourning the broken soul, in that blooms the first vision of the divine. I'm the one who, in the changes of moral events, promises salvation to all. I'm the king of the physical world of your science; I am the king of the moral world that you do not see.
 

Always seek me, everywhere. Always more deeply I dodge you, fiber, fiber in your tables of anatomy, of molecule in molecule in your laboratories. You seek me, ripping and dissecting the poor matter: but I am spirit and cheer up all things. Only with the eyes and the spirit's instruments could find Me, and not  with the eyes and the material instruments.

I am the child smiling and maternal caress; I am the one who dies moan begging salvation; I am the heat of the first spring sunshine that brings life and I am the storm that brings death; I am the evanescent beauty of the moment that flees; I am the eternal harmony of the Universe.

I am Love, I am Strength, I'm Ideas, I am Spirit who gives life to everything and is always present. I am the law that governs the body of the universe with wonderful balance. I am the irresistible force that drives all beings to rise. I am the immense song that sings the creation to the Creator.

Everything I am and everything I understand, even evil, because I wrap it, limiting it to the end of the Well. My finger writes, in eternity and infinity, the story of myriads of worlds and lives, tracing the path of ascension beings which turn to Me; beings that I draw with my Love and I will host in my light.

Many worlds ever seen before yours, many will see after him. Your great apocalyptic visions to me are little crimps in the dimensions of time. I turned, between lightning storm, to double the proud and raise the lowly. I turned victorious in my glory and my power, triumphant evil, to be repelled darkness

Tremble, because when I no longer is the Love that forgives and protects you I will be stormy maelstrom, i will be the unleashing of the elements without any impediment, I will be the law, no longer dominated by my will, bringing with it destruction, inexorably will explode on you.

Everything is connected in the Universe; physical causes and moral effects, moral causes and physical effects. A compressor organism involves you, and you are stuck in it in every act that you commit.

My mighty hand firm the fate of worlds and yet, she knows down to the humblest little child to sustain its mourning in a loving way. This is my true greatness.

O you who admire me, shy, the momentum of the storm, admire me, before, in power that have to make Me humble to you, in the know descend from my high Kingdom to your dark. Surprised me in this immense strength to embarrass my own power to a weakness that makes me like you. I'm not asking you to understand my power, that is me far from you; I beg you to understand my love that resembles me and puts me at your side. My power can be discouraged and intimidated you, giving you an idea unfair of me, the idea of a vengeful Lord and despotic. No longer want your obedience by fear. Now must emerge a new dawn of consciousness and love. You must rise to a higher law, and I return today to announce to you the good news. I'm not a vindictive and tyrannical Lord, as of yore, which, by necessity, ancient peoples signified to me. I am your friend and is with words of kindness that I address to your heart and to your right.

No longer must you fear Me, but rather understand Me. Your child reason has woken up and in it come launch my light. I'm a real synthesis and everywhere she will appear, reaching the light of your intelligence.

Do not bring the fighting, but peace. Do not bring divisions of consciousness, but union of thoughts and spirits.

The terrestrial humanity approaches its unification, in a new spiritual awareness. Do not insult one another; before understand each other. That each competing with your little grain to the great faith and that faith makes you all brothers.

That religion, the disclosure of which is mine, and science, which is your effort and all your personal intuitions, unite closely in a great synthesis, and this is a real synthesis.

Because I am the Way, the Truth and the Life!