August 18, 1991
I am so troubled, to the point of death.
It is my Gethsemane today;
my soul is battered and distressed.
Satan has definitely made me a target to dash me to pieces.
Pitiless, he pierces me through and through.
I am the butt of my persecutors,
where then is my hope?
In My Sacred Heart, My dove; your cote is My Sacred Heart; turn to Me and My Spirit will console you; offer Me your troubles and I shall thrust them in My Heart, I shall make good use of them, I shall liberate souls from purgatory …. then forget your troubles of these days and rest in Me your God; I am an Ocean of Peace; give Me, daughter all your tribulations and My Peace shall annihilate them;
have My Peace, My lamb, – I love you; – I offer Peace; rest in Me; go now in Peace;
August 19, 1991
Lord, when peacemakers1 work for peace, sowing seeds which bear good fruit, guided by the Holy Spirit, why are they told to keep quiet, why are they hounded, why are they disbelieved?
because they2 are bought like expensive material by merchants; Rationalism blurs their spirit, dulls their sense of discernment and kills their humility; like Sodom and Egypt they are rejecting all that comes from the inner part of the Church, the inner power, which is:
My Holy Spirit
nevertheless, I shall give you My Strength to proceed for this is My Will;