Continuing in my usual state, I seemed to find myself with a baby in my arms; and from one they became three, and I felt all immersed in them. Now, in the morning, when the confessor came, he asked me whether Jesus had come, and I told him what is written above, without adding anything else. The confessor told me: "Didn’t they tell you anything? Didn’t you understand anything?"
And I: “I can’t say it well.” And he continued: "The whole Trinity was here and you can say nothing? You have become more stupid – it shows that these are dreams." And I: “Yes, it is true that they are dreams.” He continued to say other things, and while the confessor was speaking, I felt clasped, so very tightly, by the arms of Jesus, to the point of losing consciousness; and Jesus told me: "Who is it that wants to molest My daughter?" And I: “Father is right; since I am unable to say anything, they have no sign that it is Jesus Christ that comes to me.” And Jesus continued: "I act with you as the sea would with a person who would go and dive into the depth of the sea. I plunge all of you into My Being, in such a way that all of your senses remain inundated; and in such a way, that if you want to speak of My immensity, depth and height, you can only say that it was so great that your sight was lost. If you want to speak of My delights, of My qualities, you can say that they are such and so many, that as you went about opening your mouth to count them, you were drowned in them; and so with all the rest. Besides, what is this — I have given no sign that it was I? False. Who has kept you in bed for twenty-two years without breaking you, and with full calm and patience? Has it perhaps been their virtue, or My virtue? And what about the tests they made during the first years of this state of yours, or making you remain immobile for ten, seven, or eighteen days without taking any of the necessary nourishments. Were they perhaps the ones who maintained you, or was it I?"