Worse than solitude is being ignored, alienated and rejected while still in the midst of others. Now God is always in the midst of creatures as their very life and the creature can't exist without God but creatures do not recognize Him and leave Him in isolation while still depending on Him for everything. Even more so they use His very gifts to offend Him and even kill Him.Cling to me, for I have come to keep you company and to receive yours in exchange. See, I am the God isolated by creatures; I live in their midst, I am life of each one of their acts, while they keep Me as if I were not with them. Oh, how I cry over my loneliness! I have had the same lot as the sun: while it lives in the midst of all with its light and heat, and there is no fecundity which does not come from it, and with its heat it purifies the earth of so many filthy things, and its goods are incalculable which, with magnanimity, it makes descend upon all, yet, it lives up high, always alone, while man, ungrateful, never sends a ‘thank you’ to it, or a sign of gratitude.
So I am - alone! always alone… while, being in their midst, I am light of every thought, sound of every word, motion of every work, step of every foot, beat of every heart. Yet, man, ungrateful, leaves Me alone, and he says not a ‘thank You’ to Me, not one ‘I love You’.
I remain isolated in his intelligence, because he uses the light I give to him for himself, and perhaps even to offend Me. I remain isolated in his words, because many times the sound that they form serves to blaspheme against Me. I remain isolated in his works, which he uses to kill Me; in his steps and in his heart, which are intent only on disobeying Me, and on loving what does not belong to Me. Oh, how this loneliness weighs on Me! But my love, my magnanimity, is so great that, more than sun, I continue my course, and in my course I keep investigating whether anyone wants to keep Me company in so much loneliness. And as I find him, I form my perennial company in him, and I lavish all my graces upon him. This is why I have come to you - I was tired of so much loneliness. Never leave Me alone, my daughter.”
Vol. 14, June 26, 1922
“Daughter of my Volition, do not leave me alone. Your Mama wants you together (with her). I want your company in the incessant work that I do for all creatures; I do everything for them, I don’t leave them one instant, because if I leave them they would lose (their) life. And yet there isn’t one who recognizes me; rather they offend me, while I am all for them. Oh, how hard solitude is! Therefore I long for you, my daughter. Oh, how dear your company is to me in my acts! Company renders work sweet, it empties the weight of it and is bearer of new joys.”
Vol. 30, November 9, 1931
God experiences the solitude of as of a great teacher who does not have a single student who wants to learn and listen to Him when He finds no one living in the Divine Will. The solitude of an immensely rich man who has no one to share His riches with and is left in bitter isolation. Only one who lives in the Divine Will has the capacity to receive to receive His lessons as life, learn from Him and receive His immense gifts, the infinite into the finite.
“My daughter, born and reborn in our Volition; you must know that the living in our Volition contains such prodigies and unheard of wonders, that the heavens themselves are shaken, and reverent they abase themselves in sensing them, because in her (the creature) we can unfold our creative work, we can depose our love, our deliriums, our anxieties and sighs, our Will; she will make our Supreme Majesty understood, she will make us loved with our love.
“Without her we find ourselves like a teacher that possesses all the sciences; he could impart his lessons to all the universities, to all the schools; not at all, he doesn’t even find one pupil whom (will) learn his sciences. What sorrow for this teacher! To possess so many sciences, and to hold them useless in himself, without being able to make known the value of the sciences that he possesses. Oh, if this teacher might find one single pupil that might want to learn his sciences, he would put him upon his knees, he would hold him with himself night and day, he would feel that his science will not die, but will live in his pupil, and as almost duplicate his life. Oh how he would love him! He would feel reborn in his pupil; the solitude broken, loved by [the one to whom] he imparts his lessons; hence, it would change his bitter life into joys.
“Such is our Supreme Being. If we don’t find one who lives in our Divine Will, we are like the teacher, that we don’t have one to whom to impart our lessons; we possess infinite sciences, and yet we don’t have one to whom to say a word, because (there) is missing the light of our Volition, that will make them understand that which we want to teach them. Instead, if one lives in our Volition, we will feel ourselves revived in the creature; we can teach her our divine sciences, rather they will form life in her; she will understand our celestial dialect and marvel, she will love us as we want one to love us. And here is ours and her fate changed; solitude won’t exist anymore, the company will be perennial; we will always have to say, and will hold one who listens to us; our eternal sorrow will be changed into joys, into festivals because the creature lives in ours Volition.
“Or rather it happens for us, when we don’t find one who lives in our Will, as one who possesses immense riches, but so many, that he feels as drown by them; and yet he doesn’t find neither one to give to, nor one who takes his goods. Poor (man), in his riches he is very unhappy, he suffers a cruel solitude; there is no one who loves him, who respects him, who says to him one thank you rather it seems that they flee from him, because he doesn’t find neither one to whom to give them to, nor one who takes them. Without company, joy dies, and with not giving them to anyone he feels that his goods, his life, doesn’t live in the others; and isolation is the greatest of bitternesses.
“Oh, how many times we want to give and don’t have one to give to! Rather, with not doing our Will one closes the doors to us, impedes the step to us, indeed one puts oneself at (a) distance from us and surrounds oneself with misery, weakness, (and) the most ugly passions.
“Behold that the living in our Volition awakens wonder in everyone, and we ourselves remain amazed by it, having to enclose the infinite in the finite, the immensity in the littleness. It is necessary that we make such wonders and prodigies, that only our love reigning over our Divine Being induces us to do the most outstanding wonders, but so much so that the angels and saints themselves remain surprised and mute for (the) amazement of it.”
Fiat!!!
Vol. 35, March 20, 1938
Jesus states that suffering solitude is the most oppressive of sufferings. In the Eucharist so many receive Him just to place Him in solitude as if He meant nothing to them. Because of this He is unable to share anything with them and is forced to wait for His Eucharistic presence to dissolve in order to take His leave without being able to do any good other than to leave the mark of His tears. These souls receive Him but remain sterile of love, sterile of virtues. Jesus can only vent His love to one who pays attention to Him. He often becomes forced to hide His own needs and sorrows to attend to their demands. Only when He finds one who will keep Him company can He make the deposit of His virtues, and give the fruit of His sacrifices. He lets such a one participate in His Life, and He chooses to make His home in her using her as a hideaway from sufferings, a refuge, and with this He feels repaid for the great sacrifice of His Eucharistic Life.
“My daughter, be faithful to me do not leave me ever alone, because the suffering of solitude is the most oppressive, because company is the food of relief for one who suffers, instead without company one suffers sorrow and is constrained to feel hunger, because he lacks one who gives the relief of food, he lacks everything, and perhaps he lacks one who can offer him relief, might it yet be a bitter medicine. My daughter, how many souls receive Me Sacramentally in their hearts and they put Me in solitude, I feel in them as within a desert, as if I might not pertain to them, they deal with Me as extraneous, but do you know why they don’t take part in my life, in my virtues, in my sanctity, in my joys and in my sorrows, company means to take part in all that which the person does and suffers that remains near, hence to receive me and not take part in my life, it is for Me the most bitter solitude, and remaining alone I can not say to them how much I burn with love for them, and therefore my love, my sanctity, my virtue, my life remains isolated, in short everything is solitude inside of Me and outside of Me. Oh! How many times I descend into hearts and cry, because I see Myself alone, and when I descend, seeing myself alone I feel not cared for, nor appreciated, nor loved, so much so that I am constrained by their carelessness, to reduce myself to silence and melancholy, and since they don’t take part in my Sacramental Life, I feel set apart in their hearts, and seeing that I don’t have anything to do, with Divine and unconquered patience, I await the consummation of the Sacramental species, inside of which my eternal Fiat had imprisoned Me, leaving hardly the traces of my descent, because I could leave nothing of my Sacramental Life, perhaps only my tears, because not having taken part in my life, (there) lacked the void where to be able to leave the things that belong to Me, and that I wanted to put in common with them. Therefore one sees so many souls that receive Me Sacramentally and they don’t give forth of Me, they are sterile of virtue, sterile of love, of sacrifice, poor little ones, they feed themselves with Me, but since they don’t keep Me company they remain fasting. Ah! To what straights of sorrow and cruel martyrdom my Sacramental Life is put. Many times I feel drowned with love, I would like to free myself and I long to descend into hearts, but alas! I am constrained to go forth from it more drowned than before, how can I vent if they have not even made attention to the flames that burned Me? Other times the flood of sorrow inundates Me, I long for a heart in order to have a relief to my sufferings, not a bit! They would like that I might take their part, not them to mine, and I do it, I hide my sorrows, my tears, in order to console them and then I remain without the longed for relief. But who can tell you the so many sorrows of my Sacramental Life and how there are more of those that receive Me and put Me in solitude in their hearts, but bitter solitude, than those that keep Me company? And when I find a heart that keeps Me company, I put my Life in communication with her, leaving her the deposit of my virtues, the fruit of my sacrifices, the participation of my Life, and I choose her for my abode, for (the) hideaway of my sufferings and as (a) place of my refuge, and I feel as repaid for the sacrifice of my Eucharistic Life, because I found one who breaks my solitude for Me, who dries my tears, who gives Me liberty to let me vent my love and my sorrows, it is they who serve Me as living species, not like the Sacramental species that gives Me nothing, only that they hide Me, the rest I do by myself all alone, they don’t tell Me a word that breaks my solitude, they are mute species. Instead in the souls that serve Me as living species, we develop life together, we beat with one heartbeat alone, and if I see her disposed, I communicate my sufferings to her and my continuous passion, I can say that from the Sacramental species I pass into the living species in order to continue my Life upon the earth, not alone but together with her. You should know that the sufferings are not in my power anymore, and I go asking for love from these living species of souls, that make up for Me that which I lack. Therefore my daughter, when I find a heart that loves Me and keeps Me company, giving me liberty to do that which I want, I arrive to excesses, I don’t mind to anything I give so much that the poor creature feels drown by my love and by my graces, and then my Sacramental Life doesn’t remain sterile anymore when I descend into hearts, no, but it reproduces itself, bilocating and continuing my Life in her, and these are my conquerors that administer their life to this needy poor man of sufferings and they say to Me: ‘My love, you had your turn of sufferings and it ended, it is now my turn, therefore leave it to me that I might make up for You and that I suffer in your place.’ And oh, how content I remain from it! My Sacramental Life remains at its post of honor because it reproduces other of its lives in creatures. Therefore I want you always together with Me, so that we have life together, and you take to breast/heart my life and I take up yours.”
Vol. 31, January 18,1933
Jesus endures isolation in the Eucharist for the sake of creatures. He endures a lonely prison where the solitude causes Him to burst into tears.
“And then there is my eucharistic life, that gives proof of it and confirmation of that which I say to you, are they not perhaps little veils the accidents of the bread, in which I remain consecrated, I live and truly in soul and body(,) blood and divinity? And if there are a thousand hosts, a thousand lives of mine I form in every single host, if there is only one host, I form there only one life of mine. And then, what does the host give me? Nothing, not an I love you, nor a breath, nor a heartbeat, nor is a step of company, I am alone, and many times the solitude oppresses me, embitters me and I burst into weeping; how it weighs on me not having one to whom to say a word, I am under the nightmare of a profound silence. What does the host give me? The hideaway in order to hide me, the tiny prison in order to have (that) I would remain in order to speak, in order to make me unhappy. But since it is my Will that wants that I remain sacramentally in every host, he that is not ever bearer of unhappiness, neither to us, nor to the creatures that live in him, he makes flow in my sacramental life, our celestial joys that are inseparable from us, but always on our part; but the host never gives anything to me, it doesn’t defend me, nor love me.
Vol. 36, August 21, 1938
Within the Holy Eucharist Jesus repeats His entire life each day, all His works, pains, solitude, prayers, acts, passion and death. All of this in order to call the Kingdom of the Divine Will to be done in Heaven as in earth. We can console and break His solitude by accompanying Him and reviewing His life with Him each day.
After this I followed to pray before the Tabernacle of love, and in my interior I said to myself: “What do you do, my Love, in this Prison of love?” And Jesus all goodness said to me:
“My daughter, do you want to know what I do? I make my day; you should know that I enclosed all my life passed down here inside of a day. My day begins with (my) conception and being born, the veils of the sacramental accidents serve me for bands for my infantile age, and when [for] human ingratitude they leave me alone and seek to offend me, I make my exile, leaving me only the company of some loving soul, that as a second mother doesn’t know how to detach herself from me and keeps me faithful company. From the exile I pass to Nazareth making my hidden life in the company of those few good ones who surrounded me. And following my day, as creatures approach to receive me, thus I make my public life, repeating my evangelical scenes, handing to each one my teachings, the helps, the comforts that are necessary to her, I do as Father, as Teacher, as Physician, and if needs be also as Judge. Hence I spend my day waiting for everyone and doing good to everyone. And oh! how many times she touches me (only) to remain alone, without a heart that palpates near me, I feel a desert around me, and I remain alone, alone to pray, I feel the solitude of my days that passed in the desert down here, and oh, how very sorrowful it is to me! It is I that palpate for everyone in every heart, jealous I am at watch of everyone, I feel isolated and abandoned. But my day doesn’t end with only the abandonment, there is no day in which ungrateful souls don’t offend me, and receive me sacrilegiously, and they make me perform my day with my Passion and with my death on the cross. Ah! it is the sacrilege(,) the most merciless death that I receive in this Sacrament of love. So that in this Tabernacle I make my day with performing all that which I performed in the thirty-three years of my mortal life. And since [in] all that which I did and I do, the first purpose, the first act of life is the Will of my Father, that he does as in Heaven thus in earth, thus in this little Host, I don’t do other than to implore that one be my Will with my children, and I call you in this Divine Will in which you find all my Life in act, and you following it, ruminating (over) it and offering it(,) you unite with me in my Eucharistic day, in order to obtain that my Will be known and reign upon the earth. And thus you also can say: ‘I make my day together with Jesus.’”
Vol. 29, September 12, 1931
Jesus not only wants the company of the creature in His daily life but He wants to find her in all of Creation as well.
“I have done everything for you, come to enjoy and possess all that which with so much love I have created for you, do not make yourself estranged from all that which belongs to you nor make ours and your possessions isolated and deserted. Come and make your voice echoed, so that it resounds in all our created things. Make us feel the sweet stamping of your steps. Solitude grieves us, company puts us in feast and gives us the sweet surprises of the joys that our beloved creature can give us.”
Vol. 30, April 23, 1932
God's desire for the company of His creature is so great that that He creates in Himself the need to love such that He puts Himself at the service of the creature. His desire to be with the creature extends to even placing Himself as a voluntary prisoner within each creature in order to fill them with His Divine Life in as much as each will allow it. But He wants to do this together with them in agreement. Solitude breaks His designs when the creature does not know Him and does not want to lend her little acts to accompany His. Without these she can not receive His works. The little expressions of love that come from His beloved creature is His all consuming focus and joy.
“You should know that our Supreme Being possesses in nature creative strength, the redeeming virtue and the life that revives and sanctifies all. Now in creating the Creation we did it as alone, without the creature, but after created, our love is so much toward her that we wanted to continue and to develop the creative strength together with her, and while with the conservation the creation is as if in the act (in which) we were creating it, this creative strength unifies and invests souls and it continues the Creation in the interior of each one. And what do we create? New Heavens of love, new suns of knowledge, new seas of grace, new air of sanctity, new winds of refreshment that embalm the creature, new life always growing with our Divine Will, new flowers of beauty, of holy desires. In short, our creative virtue makes echo in souls the echo of the Creation of all things, and with a Wisdom and goodness all ours, we always create, without ever stopping. If we might ever stop, that which can not be, we should restrict this creative nature of ours, that holds the virtue of always creating. But with all this, our Divine Heights abased ourselves so much, we descended into the depth of creatures, and we develop there together our creative virtue, as we don’t want to do it alone, solitude would break Our arms, and it would put a limit to our creative strength and virtue. We, in order to be able to love more, We form ourselves with laws of love and we have created in Us the need to love. So that to love in Us is necessity, but a wanted necessity not forced by anyone, and it is this necessity to love that makes Us do so many unheard of things, it makes Us give into excesses and into follies toward creatures. It would have been absurd and not ways of a perfect Being that is ours, to create things and beings to live and not to love them, rather first we love them, we make our love as first act race and then we bring them forth to the light as birth, outlet and triumph of our love, if this might not be the creation would have been an unbearable weight and not of glory and of honor, things that don’t love each other flee each other. Instead We love them so much that we enclose Ourselves in them, making ourselves voluntary Prisoners, in order to form our Divine Life in the creature and fill her with Us, for how capable they are. And in order to make that we might love her more and in order to be more loved, we want that she know it and we want her in our company, in order to make that she herself sees and touches with (her) hand that which we are working, and how we want our Divine life in her soul. Our love does not give itself pause, and according to the dispositions and cooperation of the creature, now we develop the creative strength, now the redemptive, and now the sanctifying, according to her needs and the correspondence that she lends Us. But all this always together with her, never alone, we want to use the creative virtue, but we want that she knows and receives it, we want to use the redeeming virtue, if sin tyrannizes her, but we want that she feels the good that we want to make her, and she receive it with love and gratitude. We want to use the sanctifying virtue, but we want that she lends herself to receive the transformation of our holy acts in hers, in order to receive our sanctifying virtue. If the soul doesn’t remain together with us and doesn’t unite her little work, to our great work, for Us it would be as if we might want to develop our work of love over inanimate things, that don’t feel and don’t know anything of the good that they receive and for them it would be as the distant God that they neither know, nor love. You should know that our love is so much, that all creatures swim and are inside of this immense sea of our love, it is as if we might not be content with so much immensity of this love of ours, our Supreme Being makes himself Fisherman and goes fishing the little drops of love of creatures, their little acts, their little sacrifices, the sufferings suffered for our love, an ‘I love you‘ with heart that she has said to Us. We fish all from within our same sea in order to take the contentment, the happiness of the exchange of the love of the creature and we crave it so much that we make our daily fishing and prepare our Celestial table. True love has the virtue of transforming things, it puts forth the sweet enchantment to our Divine pupils and makes the little loving acts of creatures beautiful, attractive, likable to Us, in a way that enraptures Us, wounds Us, felicitates Us. In (that) We make ourselves enrapturers, making of her our most pleasant conquest. Therefore if you want to make us happy and be (the) bearer to your God of joys and happiness, love, love always, don’t ever stop loving us and in order to be more secure enclose all yourself in the Divine Fiat, which will let nothing escape of you that is not love for your Creator.”
Vol. 31, February 12, 1933