As I was in my usual state, my always lovable Jesus came for just a little, and told me: "My daughter, creatures want to challenge My Justice. They do not want to surrender, and therefore My Justice takes Its course against them. And these are creatures from all classes, excepting not even those who are said to be My ministers — and maybe these more than others. What poison they have — and they poison those who approach them! Instead of placing Me in the souls, they want to put themselves. They want to be surrounded, be known — and I remain aside. Their poisonous contact, instead of rendering souls recollected, distracts them from Me; instead of rendering them reserved, it makes them more free, more faulty — to the extent that one can see souls who have no contact with them being more good and more recollected. So, I cannot trust anyone. I am forced to allow that people go far away from churches, from the Sacraments, in order to prevent their contact from poisoning them more, making them more evil. My sorrow is great. The wounds of My Heart are deep. Therefore, pray, and united with those few good who are still around, compassionate My bitter sorrow."