Continuing in my usual state, my adorable Jesus came and told me: “My daughter, the soul who does My Will loses her temperament and acquires mine. Just as in My temperament there are many melodies which form the Paradise of the Blessed — such that music is My sweet Temperament, music the Goodness, music the Sanctity, music the Beauty, the Power, the Wisdom, the Immensity, and so on with all the rest of My Being — the soul receives within herself all the variety of these melodies, taking part in all the qualities of My Temperament. As she goes along doing even the most tiny actions she makes a melody for Me and, as I hear it, I immediately recognize this music as one taken by the soul from My Will — My Temperament; so I run to listen to it, and I like it so much that I remain recreated and cheered from all the wrongs which other creatures do to Me.
“My daughter, what will happen when these melodies will pass into Heaven? I will put the soul in front of Me; I will play My Music, and she will play her own — we will flash each other lightning; the sound of one will be the echo of the sound of the other; the harmonies will mix together. It will be clearly known to all the Blessed that this soul is nothing less than the fruit of My Will — the portent of My Will; and all Heaven will enjoy one more Paradise. …”