rite, My child, come with Me, let’s enter where no man would want to find himself, let’s enter among brigands, murderers, executioners full of lusts, whose thoughts and desires hurt more than their blows. My innocent Son is in their hands. The One, whose steps the angels in Heaven are observing with great solemnity, is trampled by the worms of this earth. There is no shred of light in the souls of the tormentors of Jesus: a complete darkness, a state of damnation towards which God does not reach, can not reach there. What they are doing with My Son is not a simple execution of duty, it is a feast of obscenity and hate, which they pour out in the frenzy of their anger. And Jesus humbly pours His blood on these impurities of the Earth, enduring blows that seem to pierce Him through.
I do not know how long I have been standing there, watching and dying of pain, but I know that when he disappeared from My eyes, I suffered even more, not being able to comfort Him at least with My presence. It was only the beginning. My God, My tears did not bring Me relief and nothing, absolutely nothing, could not bring it. In any case, I did not desire relief, I desired to suffer the most cruelly, in order to unite Myself the most closely with My Son.
The game that Jesus was then being subjected to was terrible in the offence of man – people, who can become worse than animals, for no reasons are showing such great hatred. My Son with His innocence was provoking Satan to offend Him. Today, demons have been given permission for everything; today, they are laughing through the possessed who are treating with cruelty the God-Man. The pride of the devil, which he poured into human hearts, triumphs over the Humble. The crown of thorns, which Jesus suffers form, is the crown of all the humble who do not rise up in their defense and allow mocking their dignity. This crown, which adorns all the martyrs of humility, is painful, but it is victorious. The proud laugh, the humble cry, but the fruit of this Passion is the opposite: it is the proud that will cry and the humble will rejoice. This Passion of Jesus is the strength of the humble. Here pride was defeated. Close your lips, look at the King of Kings, who shows you how one should fight with pride. Do not be afraid of humiliations, they lead you to victory. Be deathly afraid of pride, seeing what it can do with God, what it can do with the truth. Pride always goes hand in hand with lies, because the truth is always accompanied by humility. So beware of pride, because it is deprived of the truth, it is hateful towards the truth. My Son endured this Passion in humility of which only God is capable. His Heart is suffering for all the proud, exalting themselves in regard to God and in regard to people. Pride leads to damnation. It is the mother of all sins, the most terrible sin that begets all the others. Be the most afraid to sin by pride, and for your defense contemplate the power of humility contained in this mystery and ask for the grace of humility for yourselves and for the world.
Translated from: Tajemnica różańca świętego z rozważaniami różańcowymi dyktowanymi przez Matke Bożą, na podstawie na podstawie Orędzi na Czasy Ostateczne które własnie nadeszły, Grzechynia 2013, p. 67-69