No one prays for me because I died in great peace, with a reputation for holiness, and my dear sisters certainly believe me to be in Paradise, and do not pray for me. I am on the verge of Paradise, languishing of love; close to my Divine Spouse; this love is the engine of my joy and the cause of the pain that tortures me. The pain is our joy in Purgatory, it is the torment of love, of love sickness. You start to know Purgatory, but never completely experience its joys and its sorrows. Tell your brothers that their great joys on earth are nothing but wind and smoke, next to the sublime joys of Purgatory. The greatest happiness for a soul is in Heaven. It is the eternal bliss! But immediately afterwards, there is no greater joy than to savor the joys of Purgatory. And learn this: the closer we get to Heaven, the further our sorrows diminish, that our focus upon them disappear. This disease of love of God is known by us here on the verge of Paradise. Yes, speak of the punishments in Purgatory, but also speak of the joy unspeakable of one day obtaining heaven!
My son, will you pray for me?
please remember especially Madre Maria de San Jose Corral...
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My son, will you pray for me?
please remember especially Madre Maria de San Jose Corral...
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