[Jesus speaking]
“The human will renders man a slave; it causes him to be in need of everything. He feels strength and light missing in him continuously; his existence is always in danger, and whatever he obtains is by dint of prayers, and with difficulty. So, the man who lives of his will is the true beggar. On the other hand, one who lives in Mine has no need of anything; he has everything at his disposal. My Will gives him the dominion of himself, and therefore he is the owner of strength, of light—and not of human strength and light, but of Divine. His existence is always secure, and since he is the owner, he can take whatever he wants, nor does he need to ask in order to receive. This is so true, that before Adam withdrew from My Will, prayer did not exist. It is need that makes prayer arise; but he did not need anything, he had nothing to ask for or to impetrate. So, he loved, he praised, he adored his Creator; prayer2 had no place in the terrestrial Eden.
“Prayer came, it arose, after sin, as an extreme need of the heart of man. When one prays, it means that he needs something, and because he hopes, he prays in order to obtain. On the other hand, one who lives in My Will lives in the opulence of the goods of her Creator as the owner; and if she feels any need or desire, seeing herself in the midst of so many goods, it is that of wanting to give her happiness and the goods of her great fortune to others. As the true Image of her Creator, who has given so much to her with no restriction at all, she would want to imitate Him by giving to others what she possesses.
“Oh! how beautiful is the heaven of the soul who lives in My Will. It is a heaven with no storms, with no clouds, with no rain, because the water that quenches her thirst, that fecundates her, that gives her growth and the Likeness of He who created her, is My Will. Its jealousy so that the soul would not take anything if it is not Its own, is so great, that It does all the offices: if she wants to drink, It makes Itself water that, while refreshing her, extinguishes all other thirsts, so that her only thirst may be Its Will; if she is hungry, It makes Itself food that, while satiating her, takes away from her the appetite for all other foods; if she wants to be beautiful, It makes Itself brush, giving her brush strokes of such beauty, that My Will Itself remains enraptured at a beauty so rare, impressed by It Itself in the creature. It must be able to say to the whole of Heaven: ‘Look at her—how beautiful she is. It is the flower, it is the fragrance, it is the color of My Volition that made her so beautiful.’
“In sum, It gives her Its Strength, Its Light, Its Sanctity—and everything so as to be able to say: ‘She is a work fully of My Will; therefore I want her to lack nothing, to be like Me and to possess Me.’ Look into yourself to see the work of My Will—how your acts, invested by Its Light, have changed the earth of your soul. Everything is Light, that arises within you and turns to wound He who invested it. Therefore, the greatest affront I receive from creatures is to not do My Will.”