After this, I was thinking to myself: “When my sweet Jesus speaks about His Will, He always touches upon Creation, for the most part. How is it?”
And Jesus, moving again, told me: “My daughter, one who must live in the Kingdom of the Supreme Fiat, must have, as her beginning, her origin and everything that My Will has done and is doing for love of her. In fact, My Will is not loved because It is not known. Now, Creation is the speaking life of My Will. In all created things My Will is hidden like a noble Queen who, in order to go out, wants to be known. Knowledge will tear the veil that hides It, so as to go out and reign in the midst of Its children. And who can make known what My Will does for love of creatures better than Creation, that is looked at and touched by everyone, with an act ever present?
“My daughter, look at the passionate love of this noble Queen. She reaches the point of veiling Herself with earth in order to render it firm, so that man may walk safely upon it. And as he walks over the veil of earth that hides Her, She takes the soles of his feet in Her noble and royal little hands, so that man may not stagger, in order to give him firm step. And while holding, through mother earth, the soles of man tightly to Her noble breast, She would want to go out, unveiling Herself of the veil of earth that covers Her, but man walks over Her without even paying attention to see who is sustaining his step—who maintains that great mass of earth so firmly for him, so that he may not stagger.
“And the noble Queen continues to remain veiled with earth, and with unspeakable patience, that only a Divine Will can possess, It waits to be recognized in order to be loved and to narrate Her long story—what She has done for love of man, veiled by this earth. And Her love is so great, that many times She feels the necessity to tear that veil of earth that covers Her; and making use of Her dominion, She shakes the earth and, with Her empire, hides cities and peoples into Her bosom, so that man may know that inside that earth, under his feet, there is a Will ruling and dominating, that loves and is not loved, and that, sorrowful, shakes Itself to make Itself known. …”