"You have but to annihilate yourself. You are only a wretched shell under which I hide Myself; I have always loved what was in appearance abject and to be scorned.
"I am not known, I am not loved, I am a treasure which is not prized. I wish to prepare for Myself souls who can understand Me. I am a torrent whose waters cannot be restrained. I wish to find for myself souls who will receive these waters? I intend to make for Myself chalices to be filled with the waters of My love.
"I shall work marvels. Nothing shall stop Me, neither Satan's efforts nor souls' unworthiness. I shall prepare victims to pay for these marvels. I thirst for hearts to appreciate Me and to make Me fulfill the end for which I am there on the altar.
"I am outraged, I am insulted. Before the end of time I wish to be compensated for all the outrages I have endured. I wish to diffuse all the graces that have been refused.
"Do you know what it is to adore? I am the only one who really adores. I am Sovereign Beauty."
This was the year 1867.
If then, what of 1967?
What of today?
Who will receive these waters? "Haurietis Aquas ..." (Is. 12, 3)