Hell
6th September 2009
a) For hours, in his sleep, the heart praises the Lord, its “eternal Mercy”.
b) 11,45. I see, suddenly, next to my bed, on my left, a thick mist, livid, spiteful, and layers of dirty snow, that cross it in a multitude (human souls in hell and towards hell).
c) My attacked heart is touched. Martyrdom of visions or stress due to visions.
The Carthusian is hit by the Marian spirituality of the Angels, that constellate his life with Hail Mary and singing variations.
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