… After this, He disappeared, but He came back a little later, as though restless because of offenses received. Taking refuge in me, He wanted to take rest, and I said to Him: “My Love, I have many things to tell You – many things to establish between You and me; I must ask of You that Your Will be known and that Its Kingdom have Its Full triumph. If You rest, I cannot tell You anything – I must be silent to let You rest.” And Jesus, interrupting my speaking, with unspeakable tenderness pressed me so very tightly to Himself, and kissing me told me: “My daughter, how beautiful on your lips is the prayer for the Triumph of the Kingdom of the Supreme Will. It is the echo of My own prayer, of My Sighs and of all My Works. Now I want to see what you wrote about the title to be given to the writings about My Will.” And as He was saying this, He took this book in His hands, and He seemed to be reading what is written on August 27. As He was reading, He remained pensive, as though placing Himself in profound contemplation, in such a way that I did not dare to tell Him anything; I could only hear that His Heart was beating very, very strongly, almost wanting to explode. Then He pressed the book to His breast, saying: “I bless this title – I bless it from My Heart, and I bless all the words that regard My Will.” And raising His right hand, with enchanting Majesty, He pronounced the words of the Blessing. Having done this, He disappeared.