Luisa describes Jesus' Appearance
ENRAPTURED with Jesus' appearance, Luisa sings the praises of His Divine Beauty as she gazes upon Him.His Beauty communicated to her soul peace, trust and the courage to suffer. 
One morning Jesus came to me as a most handsome and desirable young man, about age eighteen. How handsome He was with His curled, golden hair, descending from the side of His forehead. The curls seemed to weave the thoughts of His mind with the affections of His heart. He had a serene and wide forehead at which one could gaze for a clear view of His mind. Therein His infinite Wisdom reigned and wandered in the undisturbed order of celestial peace. When I saw Him, my mind became tranquil and my heart so peaceful. At the sight of this most beautiful Jesus, my passions became so repressed that I didn't feel the slightest pain. Yes, if just at seeing Him so handsome I experienced such a feeling of peace in my soul, what would I experience if I could possess His divinity? I believe that Jesus could not appear so beautiful if the soul did not enjoy perfect calm and deep humility, for at the slightest breath of disturbance, Jesus would withdraw from the soul. On the other hand, when the soul, in its turn, feels a peace and undisturbable calm— even if there may be every disaster and the fiercest war around it—Jesus is not only seen by her in such beauty, but is seen continuously. He seeks sweet repose in her—a repose that cannot be given to the disturbed. In that aspect I admired Him over and over. I did not tire of looking at Him. I exclaimed: “Oh, how beautiful are his eyes, most pure and shining with a light still clearer, but unlike that of our sun. If I wanted to look at it, it would not hurt my sight. That light of my Jesus does not even dazzle, though it is brighter than the light of the sun. One can fix his gaze on it comfortably, without weakening the pupils of her eyes. Instead, on beholding that splendor, her eyes feel stronger. When your gaze is set on the pupils of the dark blue eyes of Jesus, you do not want to leave that mysterious miracle of beauty.
One single look from Jesus is enough for me to emerge from myself and run after Him, beating every path through valleys, plains and mountains, going up to the heavens or into the deepest abysses of the earth. One look from Jesus is enough to transform me into Him, making me feel—I do not know what—of the Divine. Many times it has made me exclaim: “Oh, my most beautiful Jesus. Oh, my All! For You one can suffer torrents and rivers of pain, sorrows and martyrdom—the most humiliating ordeals. For You are a mixture of pain and pleasure, with the most perfect tranquility of spirit. If in those few minutes in which You appear to me You create so much peace in my soul, what will it be like to enjoy Your beatific vision without the mixture of pain? Who can say what and how much beauty there is in His adorable visage? His complexion is like snow, lightly tinted by the most beautiful color of roses. In His purple cheeks, one observes the greatness of His person in a most majestic appearance, completely Divine. At once He incites both fear and reverence, while instilling you with so much trust. Compared to that which can be found in human creatures, His trust is like white as opposed to black, like the sweetest of this earth as opposed to the most bitter. In fact, the trust of any other creature is like a shadow compared to that which Jesus imbues into me. Oh yes, the trust of Jesus toward souls is obvious on His holy visage. While very majestic, it is also very amiable. His love attracts in such a way that the soul has no doubt that it is accepted by Jesus. Jesus does not scorn a creature, no matter how ugly or sinful it is, if it returns to His arms—to the burning flame of His love. Now what can I say about the lines of the Jesus' nose, or His mouth and lips? His nose is most beautiful, descending from His blond eyebrows, gradually increasing in size, proportionate to His most holy features. His mouth, though small, takes on the sweetest smile. His lips, very fine, are of a scarlet color, noble and very beautiful. When they open to speak, it seems that something precious emerges from them which the human mind cannot put into words—understanding that it is above any imaginable earthly thing. One can guess that His voice is of the sweetness and gentleness of Paradise. It is a profusion of harmony so celestial that it enraptures the most recalcitrant heart—the voice of Grace. Yes, my beloved's voice is so gently penetrating that He touches every fiber of the heart which receives it. In less time than it takes to speak, it produces the most warm and stimulating effects, so that the soul, even from the beginning, remains enraptured. Who can say all? His voice is so pleasing that all the pleasures of the world, measured against one single word of Jesus, are as nothing. That is to say that all taken together are no more than a miserly semblance as compared with the sweet voice of Jesus. His voice is still most powerful in producing great marvels. While He speaks, He produces in the soul the effect that He wants. Oh yes, the mouth of Jesus is beautiful, majestically so. On speaking, one can see those teeth, so clean and well set, that they elicit the greatest admiration. He sends out a breath of love so palpitating that it inflames, targets and consumes the heart that listens to it with every affection from Heaven that it does not yet know. More beautiful are His soft hands—white and delicate. His fingers so sharply defined and transparent that, when touching anything, He moves them with a dexterity that enchants. Oh how handsome! You are totally beautiful, my gracious and sweet Jesus. Forgive me if I have dared to speak of Your beauty so poorly. Compared to Your real beauty, what I have said is nothing. Actually, in my blundering way I have depicted that beauty which all are unworthy and incapable of describing adequately—including Your angels. But what can you expect? Holy obedience has made me do it. I have tried to please it as best I can. If it has not met with Your approval, forgive me. Blame obedience first, because my blunders and feeble attempts do not do justice to Your beauty. —Excerpt from Book of Heaven Volume 1 |
| Mission of the Heavenly Mother and the Mission of Luisa: Two Singular and Irrepeatable Acts that Involve Unique Graces Superior to All Others.
While I prayed, merging myself completely in the Divine Will, my sweet Jesus came out of my interior; and putting His arm around my neck, He said to me: “My daughter, my Mother with Her love, with Her prayers, and with Her annihilation, called Me from Heaven to Earth to incarnate Myself in Her womb. You, with your love, and by always losing yourself in My Volition, will call My Will to have life in you on Earth; and then you will give Me life in the other creatures. “Now know, however, that by My Mother calling Me from Heaven to Earth into Her womb—this being a unique act that will not be repeated—I enriched Her with all graces and endowed Her with so much love as to make Her surpass in love that of all creatures united together. I made Her excel in privileges, in glory, and in everything. Moreover, I could say that all that is eternal, as well as Eternity, reduced themselves to a single point and poured themselves over Her in torrents and in immense seas so much so that all remain beneath Her. “You, by calling My will into you—and this is also a unique act—for the decorum of My Will that would then dwell in you, I will pour into you so many graces and so much love as to make you surpass all other creatures. Furthermore, as My Will has the supremacy over all and is eternal, immense and infinite—to the woman who must have beginning and fulfillment of the life of My Will, I will communicate to her, endow her, and enrich her with the very qualities of My own Will, giving her the supremacy over all...” —Excerpt from Book of Heaven Volume 12, page 254 |
