Yesterday the 12th May, in the evening while passing the stair-case level I stopped with this intense odour of incense. The smell reached up to the 2nd floor, I was surprised. I went and asked my son if he had lit a mosquito coil (although it did not smell at all like a coil, but pure church incense.) He said, no. I left this incident aside and got busy with other things. One hour later I wanted to go in the study where I usually write to fetch a pencil, and while I entered the study again this intense beautiful odour of incense passed me by, it bathed me entirely! I left that particular spot to see if it smelled elsewhere, no, there was no odour elsewhere except again where I the second time smelled it, again it was there covering me.

Oh Jesus, was that You?

Yes, you felt My Presence, this was My sign, ¹ the incense comes from Me

If only I was sure that evening!

Jesus, my Love, my Breath, my Life, my Joy, my Sigh, my Rest, my Holy Companion, my Saviour, my Sight, my Everything, I love You!

I discovered by reading today St. Teresa that odours do exist. If they are from the devil they have a horrible stench so she says. Strangely enough this was like another proof to me given today to show me that the incense odour did come from Jesus. I was very happy!

Today what joy; in reading the life of St. Teresa of Avila who had visions, I fell upon a vision she describes of hell and I was very pleased to find that her description fitted in my description of hell that God gave me, she explains it this way: "dark and closely confined; the ground seemed to be full of water which looked like filthy, evil-smelling mud" ... etc. yes, the whole thing looked like a grotto, low-ceiling ... my description is in book No. 8 p.55