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Hello, I'm Father Joe Roche of the Marian Fathers of the Emanclad Conception.

Thank you for joining us as we continue with our year-long journey, reading the diary of

St. Maria Faustina Kovalska from beginning to end. Today we take up from where we left off, beginning

with Diary Entry Number 882. I rarely have such visions, but I'm more often commune with the

Lord in a more profound manner. My sense is sleep, and although not in a visible way, all things become more real and clearer to me than if I saw them with my eyes.

My intellect learns more in one moment than during long years of thinking and meditation,

both as regards the essence of God and as regards reveal truths, and also as regards the knowledge

of my own misery. Nothing disturbs my union with the Lord, neither conversation with others

nor any duties. Even if I am able to go about settling very important matters, this does not disturb me.

My spirit is with God, and my interior being is filled with God, so I do not look for him outside myself.

He, the Lord, penetrates my soul, just as a ray from the sun penetrates clear glass.

When I was enclosed in my mother's womb, I was not so closely united with her as I am with my God.

There it was an unawareness, but here it is the fullness of reality and the consciousness of union.

My visions are purely interior, but the more I understand them, the less I am able to express them in words.

Oh, how beautiful is the world of the spirit, and so real that, by comparison, the exterior

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