Writing the Work

43.5 You have now the holy Humanity of My Son, seen through details which reflect different moments, from the beginning to the end. And if Father M. deems it useful, he can collect the various episodes into a unit in an orderly way, without any gap.

We could have given you everything in one lot. But Providence decided that it was better so. For your sake, My dear soul. With every dictation we have given you the medicine for the wounds which were to be inflicted on you. We gave it to you in advance, in order to prepare you. During a hailstorm nothing seems capable of protecting you. But it is not so. Humanity, which is sleeping buried under spiritual waters, is made to surface by the storm, which brings to the surface also the gems of a supernatural doctrine. Those gems had fallen into your hearts and are just waiting for the storm so that they may appear on the surface again and say to you: ‘We are here as well. Do not forget us’.

Further, My dear soul, this procedure was not only the design of Providence, it was also based on kindness. In your present dejection, how could you have watched certain visions and listened to certain dictations? They would have wounded you to the extent of making you unable to carry out your mission of ‘mouthpiece’. So we gave them first, avoiding to break your heart, because we are kind, and we used visions and words suitable to your sufferings, so that your grief would not grow into torture. Because we are not cruel, Mary. And we always act so that you may receive solace from us, not dismay and increased sorrow. All we need is that you trust us. It is enough if you say with Joseph: ‘If Jesus is left with me, I have everything’ and we will come with heavenly gifts to comfort your spirits.

43.6 I do not promise you human gifts or human comfort. I promise you the same consolations as Joseph had: supernatural ones.

• Maria Valtorta's suffering and pain
• Writing the Work

44.8 I have planned to alternate your contemplations and My consequent clarifications with true and proper dictations to comfort you and your spirit, granting you the beatitude of seeing, and also because in this way the difference in style between your composition and Mine will be obvious.

Furthermore, with so many books dealing with Me and which after so many revisions, changes and fineries have become unreal, I want to give those who believe in Me a vision brought back to the truth of My mortal days. I am not diminished thereby, on the contrary I am made greater in My humbleness, which becomes substantial nourishment for you, to teach you to be humble and like Me, as I was a man like you and in My human life I bore the perfection of a God. I was to be your Model, and models must always be perfect.

In the contemplations I will not keep a chronological order corresponding to that of the Gospels. I will select the points which I find more useful on that day for you or for other people, following My own line of teaching and goodness.

• Defense of the Work
• Jesus Christ - God-Man
• Reasons for the work
• Writing the Work

44.15 You ended the narration saying: “And for us…” and you intended to say: “for us who are so ungrateful to those Two Who have climbed Calvary for us”. You were quite right in writing those words. Add them every time I show you one of our sorrows. Let them be like the church bell that rings and calls men to meditate and repent.

• Writing the Work

• Defense of the Work
• Dictations of Jesus and the Virgin Mary in the EMV
• Excerpts from the 1985 edition
• Fight against the Work
• Health - Well-being - Comfort
• Modern self-righteousness (quibbling and bickering)
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• Excerpts from the 1985 edition
• God's spokesman
• Maria Valtorta and Satan
• Maria Valtorta's temptations
• Writing the Work

46.11 Jesus says:

«Yesterday you had no strength, which is My will, and you were, therefore, half-alive. I let your body rest and I made you fast the only way which is burdensome to you: depriving you of My word. Poor Mary! You kept Ash Wednesday. You tasted an ashen flavour in everything because you were without your Master. I did not let you perceive Me, but I was there.

This morning, as our anxiety is mutual, when you were half asleep, I whispered to you: “Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem” and I made you repeat it many times and I repeated it to you many times. You thought that I was going to speak about that. No. First there is the subject which I showed you and upon which I will comment for you. Then this evening I will illustrate this other one.

• Maria Valtorta's suffering and pain
• Writing the Work

54.9 It is 4 p.m. and the shadows of torpor are already falling upon me: a torpidity I perceive will be violent, a logical consequence of yesterday’s painful hour…

But I was very ill also on October the 24th. So much so, that when the vision was over — I wrote it suffering from a headache almost as bad as meningitis — I did not have enough strength to add that at last I saw Jesus dressed as He appears to me when the vision is entirely for me: wearing a soft tunic of white wool just verging to ivory and a mantle of the same shade. The garments He was wearing the first time He revealed Himself as Messiah in Jerusalem.

• Maria Valtorta's suffering and pain
• Writing the Work

55.6 I point out incidentally that my internal adviser said to me, since yesterday evening when I saw the leper: «It is Simon, the apostle. You will see him and Thaddeus coming to the Master.» This morning, after Holy Communion (today is Friday) I opened my missal and I saw that this is the eve of the feast of Saints Simon and Judas, and tomorrow’s Gospel deals with charity, almost repeating the very words I heard before the vision. However, I have not seen Judas Thaddeus so far.

• Jude of Alphée (apostle)
• Simon the Zealot (apostle)
• Writing the Work

Let me tell You one thing. I am, I was called “Zealot” because of the caste, and “Cananean”, because of my mother. See. I am of a dark complexion. In my veins there is the blood of a slave woman. My father had no children from his wife, and he had me from a slave. His wife was a good woman and she brought me up as her own son, she took care of me in my endless illnesses until she died…

• Defense of the Work
• Writing the Work

• Writing the Work