June 14, 1978

THE KNOWLEDGE IN GOD OF YOUR SUFFERINGS IS A MOTIVE OF IMMENSE JOY

Write, my son; I am your earthly mother.

Many years have now passed since my earthly transit. Many times I wanted to speak to you, and you have nourished the same desire, but the numerous happenings of your life have always detained me in realizing your colloquy; my attitude of respect and of waiting has not changed, now that I have passed from time to eternity.

Octavio, my son, no mother would like to know that her son is suffering, I mean, no mother that lives upon earth, but from here things are seen in a very different perspective from what one sees upon earth. From here I see the “before” and the “after” of your sufferings; from here I can evaluate the effects that your sufferings produce for you, in virtue of the infinite merits of his Incarnation, Passion and Death, and this, my son, this knowledge not only annuls my pain, but it gives me immense joy. Look, my son, upon earth the knowledge of your sufferings was for me also a motive of suffering, but here it is a motive that gives me immense joy.

All this confirms what X. told you in his message; therefore I also tell you, as so many others have told you: Courage! Valor! You must still remain upon earth, and it is certain that your path in this earthly exile is sown with sufferings, that are always increasing, but what is all that, compared to eternity? My son, what is all this, compared to the place that was prepared for you from eternity, and that is reserved for you? Much less, son, than a fleeting instant!

A mother who has a son who is an athlete, and who knows for certain that her son will reach the goal victoriously, can only rejoice, in anticipation of this victory. Son, you also are an athlete, and I know with certainty that you will obtain the palm of victory; I know also that your race will be very harsh and severe, but it will be crowned with victory.

Son, it is superfluous to tell you, what is already so clear: all Paradise beholds you, for that which God desires and loves, we also desire and love.

- Mother, are you all in Paradise?

- Yes, son; we are all here; fear not.

- This is enough for me, and gives me joy.

- I bless you, son, and through you and through the great family; and I say great, for one day it will be thus. I ask God, together with the blessed comprehensors, to bless you, now and always.

Your mother