As I was in my usual state, I found myself outside of myself, and I could see all the order of created things. And my sweet Jesus told me: “My daughter, see what harmony, what order in all created things, and how all of them came out to life from the Eternal Fiat. So, everything cost Me one Fiat. The littlest star just as the refulgent and splendid sun, the littlest plant just as the great tree, the small insect just as the largest animal—they seem to say among themselves: ‘We are noble creatures, our origin is the Eternal Volition; we all have the mark of the Supreme Fiat. It is true that we are distinct and different among ourselves; we have diversity of office, of light, of heat; but this says nothing. One is our value—the Fiat of a God. One our life and preservation—the Fiat of the Eternal Majesty.’ Oh! how eloquently Creation speaks of the power of My Will, and teaches that from the greatest thing to the smallest, one is the value, because they have life from the Divine Volition. In fact, a star would say to the sun: ‘It is true that you have much light and heat—your office is great, your goods immense. The earth almost depends on you, so much so, that I do nothing in comparison to you. But the Fiat of a God made you so; therefore our value is equal, the glory that we give to our Creator is fully similar.’”
Then He added with a more afflicted tone: “It was not so in creating man. It is true that his origin is My Fiat, but this was not enough for Me. Taken by excess of love, I breathed on him, wanting to infuse in him My very Life; I endowed him with reason, I made him free, and I constituted him king of all Creation. But man, ungrateful—how did he correspond to Me? Amid all Creation, he alone has rendered himself the sorrow of My Heart, the clashing note. And then, what to tell you about my crafting in the sanctification of souls? Not just one Fiat, not just My breath do I place at their disposal, but My very Life, My love, My wisdom. Yet, how many rejections, how many defeats does My love receive. Ah! my daughter, compassionate My hard sorrow, and come into My Will to substitute for the love of the whole human family, so as to soothe My pierced Heart.”