Maria Valtorta sees her mother in Purgatory

October 4, 1949, 15,30 pm.
After a long time I see my mom in the flames of Purgatory.
I have never seen it in the flames. He shouted. I can't suppress the cry that I then justify to Marta with an excuse, not to impress her.
My mom is no longer so smoky, grayish, with a hard expression, hostile to the All and to all, as I saw her in the first 3 years after her death when, although I begged her, she did not want to turn to God ... nor is she clouded and sad, almost frightened, as I saw her for the following years. She is beautiful, rejuvenated, serene. It looks like a bride in her dress no longer gray but white, very candid. It emerges from the flames from the groin up.
I speak to her. I tell her: “Are you still there, mom? Yet I prayed so much to shorten the sentence and I did pray. This morning for the sixth anniversary I made you Holy Communion. And you're still there! "
Cheerful, festive, she replies: “I'm here, but for a little while longer. I know you prayed and made people pray. This morning I took a big step towards peace. I thank you and the nun who prayed for me. I will then reward ... Soon. Soon I finished purging myself. I have already purged the faults of the mind ... my proud head ... then those of the heart ... my selfishness ... They were the most serious. Now I expiate those of the lower part. But they are a trifle compared to the first ".
"But when I saw you so smoky and hostile ..., you didn't want to turn to Heaven ...".
"Eh! I was still superb ... humble myself? I did not want to. Then pride fell. "
"And when were you so sad?"
“I was still attached to earthly affections. And you know it wasn't a good attachment ... But I already understood. I was sad about this. Because I understood, now that there was no longer any fault of pride, that I had loved God badly, wanting him my servant, and badly you ... ".
“Don't think about it anymore, mom. Now it's gone. "
"Yes, it's gone. And if I am like that, I thank you. It is for you that I am like this. Your sacrifice ... I got purgatory and peace soon. "
"In 1950?"
"Before! Before! Soon!".
"Then there will be no more praying for you."
“Pray the same as I was here. There are many souls, of all kinds, and many of mothers, forgotten. We must love and think of everyone. Now I know. You can think of everyone, love everyone. I know this too now, and I understand it now that it is right. Now I do not baste (precise words) the trial to God anymore. Now I say that it is right ... ".
"Then you pray for me."
"Eh! I thought of you first. See how I kept the house there. you know, huh? But now I will pray for your soul and for you to be happy you come with me. "
"And Dad? Where's Dad? "
"In Purgatory".
"Yet? Yet it was good. He died as a Christian, with resignation ”.
"More than me. But it's here. God judges different from us. A way of its own ... ".
"Why is Dad still there?"
"Eh !!" (I feel bad about it, I had been hoping for it in Heaven for a long time).
“And what about Marta's mom? You know, Marta ... ".
"Yes, yes. Now I know what Marta is. First .., my character ... Marta's mom has been out of here for a long time. "
“And the mother of my friend Eroma Antonifli? You know…".
"So. We know everything. We purgatives. Less good than the saints. But we know. When I went down here, she got out. "
I see the tongue of the flames and they pity me. I ask her:
"Do you suffer a lot from that fire?"
"Not now. Now there is another stronger one that hardly makes this feel. And then ... that other fire makes you want to suffer. And then suffering does not hurt. I never wanted to suffer ... you know ... ".
“You are beautiful, mom, now. You are as I wanted you. "
“If I am like this, I owe it to you. Eh! how many things you understand when you are here. We understand each other more and more, we purify ourselves of pride and selfishness. I had a lot ... ".
"Don't think about it anymore."
"I have to think about it ... Goodbye, Maria ...".
"Goodbye, mom. Come and get me soon ... ".
"When God wants ...".
I wanted to mark this. Contains teachings. God punishes first the faults of the mind, then of the heart, last the weaknesses of the flesh. We must pray, as if they were our relatives, for abandoned purgatives; God's judgment is very different from ours; purgatives understand what they did not understand in life because they are full of themselves.
Aside from the sorrow for Dad ... I'm glad to have seen her so serene, rather happy, poor mother!