Jesus says:
“Write this alone.
“ Some days ago you said you are dying without having fulfilled the desire to see the Holy Places. You see them, and it is the way they were when I sanctified them with my presence. Now, after twenty centuries of profanations arising from hate or love, they are no longer the way they were. Consider, then, that you see them and those going to Palestine do not. And do not be saddened by this.
“The second point: you complain that even those books which speak of Me seem to hold no relish for you any longer, whereas you greatly loved them before. This also comes from your present condition. How can you want human works to seem more perfect to you when you know the truth of events through my action? It is what happens with even good translations. They always mutilate the energy of the original phrase. Human descriptions, whether they be of places, events, or feelings, are ‘translations’ and thus always incomplete, inexact, if not in words and events, in feelings. Especially now that rationalism has brought such sterility. Consequently, when one is led by Me to see and know, every other description is cold and leaves one dissatisfied and displeased.
“Third: it is Friday. I want you to relive ‘my’ suffering. I want this from you today. For you to relive it in your thought and your flesh.
“That’s enough. Suffer with peace and love. I bless you.”