While I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, and I saw a late confessor of mine. A thought flashed into my mind: “Ask about that thing which you have not told the confessor—whether you are obliged to say it and therefore write it, or not.” I asked him, telling him what the thing was, and he said to me: “Of course you are obliged.” Then he added: “Once you did for me a beautiful suffrage. If you knew the good you did to me, the refreshment that I felt, the years that I paid off….” And I: “I don’t remember. Tell me what it was, and I will repeat it for you.” And he: “You immersed yourself in the Divine Volition, and took Its power, the immensity of Its love, the immense value of the pains of the Son of God and of all the divine qualities. You came over me and poured them upon me; and as you poured them, I received the bath of the love that the divine power contains, the bath of the beauty, the bath of the Blood of Jesus, and of all the divine qualities. Who can tell you the good you did to me? They were all baths which contained a divine power and immensity. Repeat it for me—repeat it for me.” As he was saying this, I found myself back into myself.