Writings from Dushna pasha - Pasture of the soul

Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament speaks to the soul:
A crowd of evil besieged me. They pierced my hands and
feet and broke all my bones. – O beloved soul! Look upon Mt.
Calvary with gentle and sorrowful eyes, as there a wicked crowd is
carrying out horrific evil. – Oh! Ungrateful beings! – My
compassionate hands, which have shared so much kindness with
you; my compassionate feet, which carried me on the earth for
your salvation and to the aid of the poor and innocent. They now
mercilessly nail them to the cross! – O unspeakable ungratefulness!
– Oh! At least you, beloved soul! At least you recognize and adore
my love. Protect yourself from sin, which pierces me more than the
nails with which I was crucified on the cross. Protect yourself
especially from unworthily receiving Communion, for that crucifies
me even more mercilessly than did the wicked Jews.

The soul replies to Jesus:
O my compassionate Jesus! I rather never again come to
your holy table than to even once receive you unworthily, and
crucify you all over again. Oh! Do I want to crucify my Jesus, who
is eternal love? – O Jesus! Protect me from this greatest calamity! I
rather immediately die a sudden death than receive you, if you see
that I will receive you unworthily. O give me grace to always come
with a clean and penitent heart whenever you invite me to your
table, so I may always (as much as my feebleness allows) receive
you worthily.
Glory, praise and love to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament,
now and forever. Amen.
Our Father… Hail Mary…Glory be…