I was following the Divine Will, going around the whole Creation, and while I was doing my acts, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen in my interior gathering these acts on His lap, that were all of light, but one more refulgent than the other—one more beautiful than the other. And He called the Angels and gave each one of them part of these acts, and they competed among themselves to receive them and, as though in triumph, they carried them up to Heaven.
And Jesus, all goodness, told me: “My daughter, the value of the acts done in My Will is so great, that the Angels consider themselves fortunate to receive them. They see in them the Creative Virtue; they hear the echo of the Divine Fiat in these acts that, while being light, are Divine Voices, and while being Voices, are Melodies, are Beauties, Beatitude, Sanctity, Divine Science. And since My Will is virtue of Heaven, the Angels aspire to bring the acts done in It into their Celestial Dwelling. Anything that is done in My Supreme Will cannot remain on earth; at most, they can be done down below, but My Will Itself, like magnet, draws them back to Itself, into their source, and gives birth to them in the Celestial Fatherland.”