HOW TO PRAY
THE CHAPLET OF DIVINE MERCY
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| By evening my sufferings had reached such a
stage of interior desolation that moans welled up involuntarily from my breast...the moans and pain that
welled up from my soul took the place of a sweet
conversation with the Lord. then suddenly I saw the Lord,
who clasped me to His Heart and said to me, "My daughter, do not weep,
for I cannot bear your tears. I will grant you everything
you ask for but stop crying."
And I was filled with great joy...Today, encouraged by
His kindness , I conversed with Jesus at greater length. I told him, "Jesus, I have so much to tell
You." And the Lord said to me with great love, "Speak, My daughter" ...."Oh,
how ardently I desire that all mankind turn with trust to
Your mercy.." Jesus listened to these outpourings of
my heart with gravity and interest, as if He had known
nothing about them, and this seemed to make it easier for
me to talk. And the Lord said to me,
"My
daughter, those words of your heart are pleasing to Me,
and by saying the chaplet you are bringing humankind
closer to Me." After these
words, I found myself alone, but the presence of God is
always in my soul. (927-929) |
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| My daughter, encourage
souls to say the chaplet which I have given to you. It
pleases Me to grant everything they ask of Me by saying
this chaplet. When hardened sinners say it, I will fill
their souls with peace, and the hour of their death will
be a happy one. (1541) |
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| Write that when they
say this chaplet in the presence of the dying, I will
stand between My Father and the dying person, not as the
just Judge but as the merciful Saviour. (1541) |
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| When I entered the chapel for a moment, the
Lord said to me, My
daughter, help Me to save a certain dying sinner. Say the
chaplet that I have taught you for him.
When I began to say the chaplet, I saw the man dying in
the midst of terrible torment and struggle. His Guardian
Angel was defending him, but he was, as it were,
powerless against the enormity of the soul's misery. A
multitude of devils was waiting for the soul. But while I
was saying the chaplet, I saw Jesus just as He is
depicted in the image. The rays which issued from Jesus'
Heart enveloped the sick man, and the powers of darkness
fled in panic. The sick man peacefully breathed his last.
When I came to myself, I understood how very important
the chaplet was for the dying. It appeases the anger of
God. (1565) |
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| Today I was awakened by a great storm. The
wind was raging, and it was raining in torrents,
thunderbolts striking again and again. I began to pray
that the storm would do no harm, when I heard the words: Say the chaplet I have taught you,
and the storm will cease. I began immediately to say the
chaplet and hadn't even finished it when the storm
suddenly ceased, and I heard the words; Through the
chaplet you will obtain everything, if what you ask for
is compatible with My will. (1731)
-Ed. I would add
therefore, that this is a great way to also know what is not
God's will. |
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| When a great storm was approaching, I began
to say the chaplet. Suddenly I heard the voice of an
angel: "I cannot approach in this storm, because the
light which comes from her mouth drives back both me and
the storm." Such was the angel's complaint to God. I
then recognised how much havoc he was to have made
through this storm; but I also recognised that this
prayer was pleasing to God, and that this chaplet was
most powerful. (1791) |
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| Today, the Lord came to me and said, "My daughter, help Me to
save souls. You will go to a dying sinner, and you will
continue to recite the chaplet, and in this way you will
obtain for him trust in My mercy, for he is already in
despair." Suddenly, I found
myself in a strange cottage where an elderly man was
dying amidst great torments. All about the bed was a
multitude of demons and the family, who were crying. When
I began to pray, the spirits of darkness fled, with
hissing and threats directed at me. The soul became calm
and, filled with trust, rested in the Lord. At the same
moment, I found myself again in my own room. How this happens...I do not know. (1798) |