Maria Valtorta-Quad- 2 giu '46: È la conoscenza di Maria quella che prepara la conoscenza del Cristo

Maria Valtorta – Notebooks - June 2, 1946: It is the knowledge of Mary that prepares the way for the knowledge of Christ. Mary is the Victor. Satan distances himself from those who love and know Mary. [Precedes chapter 15 of THE BOOK OF AZARIAH] And after adoring and praising his Lord, St. Azariah says to me: "Tell Mariano to understand the words supernaturally." No more... The Divinity says: "From the lily that sacrifices itself, desire no other dew than that of an ever more perfect love. Not even the love of blood should lead you away from justice. Therefore, desire nothing for her but the most perfect. And be happy because the prudent virgin fuels her lamp with her perfect love, and when the Bridegroom appears on the way, she will be ready to go out to meet him." The Lord says: "Peace be with you, and may the Paraclete baptize you with His Fire so that you may be my witnesses and guardians of this miracle that I have granted you out of love for your souls and for the Order, dear to the immaculate and pierced Heart of my Most Holy Mother, yours, and that of every believer in the Most Holy Lord. I am not addressing my servant Romuald, nor any other servant in particular, nor any other servant who currently holds positions that distinguish him and make him powerful in the Order. I am speaking to the Order. As in the apostolic and disciple group, as long as I was among them, I allowed no distinctions, either to Myself or to others, and doctrine, love, and rebuke were given in equal measure, because I saw not Peter or James, John or Matthew, Andrew or Iscariot, not Stephen or Elijah, not Matthias or Abel, but I saw my Church, that Church where, if a hierarchy is necessary, it is not separation and difference but always brotherhood, the Church being the perfect and homogeneous organism where I, Christ, am the Head and you are all members; so now to the Order, to which my Charity has wished to give a gift and a mission in these times when anti-Christian darkness rises to blind spirits, and the fevers of accursed doctrines inoculate themselves to kill while the flock on which I have mercy languishes from hunger and cold, so I speak to the Order of the Servants of my Most Blessed Mother. Creatures pass away. Today they are. Tomorrow they are no more. Grass that quickly withers after a short season, they crumble to dust, and even their name is forgotten. Blessed are those who have it written in Heaven for having done my Will. But the Order remains. And the Order must continue what the Rule or Death can interrupt. And this is what I desire. Therefore, not to my servant Alfonso, head of the Order, and not to my servant Romualdo, in whom the grace freely given by my Goodness creates obligations of obedience and gratitude to the Giver, lest, from grace, he become disgrace; it is not to these that I address myself. But to the Order. To whom I point out this path. And I point it out through Wisdom, Justice, and Charity. My Will, clearly and consistently expressed from the beginning of the work—and Romualdo is not unaware of it—is that my Word be known, spread, and used by consecrated persons and the faithful, while the instrument must remain unknown until after his death. A writer's pen would never be celebrated, not even by one of those foolish enthusiasms of the crowds. But the writer is celebrated. Mary is my pen. Nothing more. I am the Writer. Thought is mine. I can therefore dispose of it as I wish. And I want my Thought, translated into Word by the impulse of Love, to go and revive those who die on this Earth where the forces of Evil are so active. I remind you of the red dragon of the Apocalypse, who with his tail dragged a third of the stars, causing them to fall. And I remind you that, after having threatened the woman—who, in solitude, in the place prepared by God to be nourished for a time, two times, and half a time, was aided and saved from the infernal river of Hatred—it stopped among the sands. And I remind you that the dragon, furious at not being able to destroy her, went to make war on the remnant of the Woman's offspring, those who kept the commandments of God and held fast to the testimony of Jesus Christ. And I remind you, however, that these appeared seduced and troubled by the words and wonders of the Beast, and many followed him. Only the saints among them were conquered by death, but not in spirit. What is it that sanctifies? The ever-expanding knowledge of God, given to counterbalance the Beast's ever-expanding, active, and corrosive preaching, delivered with means suited to the new times, with means that penetrate where people do not penetrate. I have said: "The children of this world are more shrewd than the children of light." They use new means and penetrate with subtle propaganda where the static nature of the children of light does not penetrate. The book is destruction today because it is penetration. Why then not counter-destroy what they, the dark ones, are building on the ruin...