I continue in my painful state. My sweet Jesus came for just a little, and drawing me strongly to Himself, told me: “My daughter, I repeat it to you—do not look at the earth; let us allow them to do what they want. They want to make war—let them do it; when they get tired, I too will make My war. Their tiredness in evil, their disenchantments, the disillusions, the losses suffered, will dispose them to receive My war. My war will be war of love. My Will will descend from Heaven into their midst; all your acts, and those of others done in My Volition, will wage war on the creatures—but not a war of blood; they will wage war with the weapons of love, giving them gifts, graces, peace. They will give such surprising things as to astonish ungrateful man. This Will of Mine, militia of Heaven, will confound man with divine weapons; It will overwhelm him, It will give him the light in order to see—not evil, but the gifts and the riches with which I want to enrich him. The acts done in My Will, carrying the creative power within themselves, will be the new salvation of man; and descending from Heaven, they will bring all goods upon earth—they will bring the New Era, and the triumph over the human iniquity. Therefore, multiply your acts in My Will to form the weapons, the gifts, the graces, so as to be able to descend into the midst of creatures and wage on them the war of love.”