The Divine Fiat absorbs me completely within Its Light, and in order to give me Its Prime Act of Life, this Light palpitates in my heart and makes me feel the heartbeat of Its Light, the heartbeat of Its Sanctity, of Its Beauty and Creative Power; and I feel my little soul like a sponge, all soaked in these Divine Heartbeats. And unable to contain it because of my littleness, and feeling itself burned by the scorching rays of the Sun of the Divine Fiat, in spasm, it keeps repeating: “Fiat! Fiat! have pity on my littleness. I feel I cannot contain Your light—I am too little. So, You Yourself—form the void, make me larger, so I can contain more Light, that I may not remain suffocated by this Light, that it is not given to me to be able to embrace completely, so as to enclose It in my little soul.”
But while I was thinking of this, my sweet Jesus told me: “My little daughter, courage, it is true that you are too little, but you must know that, in My Divine Fiat, only the little ones enter to live in Its Light; and at every act that these little ones do in My Divine Will, they suffocate their own, giving a sweet death to the human will, because in Mine there is no room nor place to let it operate. The human volition has no reason or right, it loses its value before a Will, reason and right that are Divine.
“It happens between the Divine Will and the human as it could happen to a little boy to whom, on his own, it seems he is able to say and capable of doing something, but if he is placed near someone who possesses all sciences and is skillful in the arts, the poor little one loses his value, remains mute, and is incapable of doing anything; and he remains fascinated and enchanted by the lovely speaking and fine operating of the scientist. My daughter, this is what happens: the little one without the great one feels he is something, but before the great one he feels littler than he is. More so before the Height and Immensity of My Divine Will.
“Now, you must know that as many times as the soul operates in My Divine Will, she empties herself of her own and forms as many doors to let Mine enter. It happens as to a house that could possess a sun inside: the more doors it has, the more rays come out through each door. Or to a metal piece that had holes, and were placed in front of the sun: the more holes it has, the more each little hole is filled with and possesses the ray of light. Such is the soul; the more acts she does in My Divine Will, the more entrances she gives It, in such a way as to become all irradiated by the Light of My Divine Fiat.”