Dear Reader,

       Come with me to different times and places, Palestine two millennia ago and WWII Italy, where Jesus taught.
        Oh! You think you’ve heard it all before… Come with me… to learn… and yearn for what’s beneath the layers upon layers of human varnish.
        See, hear, smell, feel what Maria Valtorta experienced when she wrote at the command of Jesus, her Love. He chose her as His spokesman for this age, the final age… Why? Because we need it. Look around!
        Read, and tell me (if you can) you’ve heard it all before. I say, to know Him is to love Him.
        I read, I write, to etch the Word on my heart. Come with me…

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