“My son, my daughter,
It were not the sorrows that constituted my Mama as Queen
and that made Her shine with so much glory.
But it was my omnipotent Fiat,
– which was braided to Her every act and sorrow,
and constituted Itself life of each of Her sorrows.
So, my Fiat was the first Act that formed the sword,
– giving Her the intensity of pain It wanted.
My Fiat could place all the sorrows It wanted in that pierced Heart,
adding piercings upon piercings, pains upon pains,
– without a shadow of the slightest resistance.
On the contrary, She felt honored that my Fiat
would constitute Itself life of even a heartbeat of Hers.
And my Fiat gave Her complete glory and constituted Her
true and legitimate Queen.” (…)