In you, I lose me,
when I enter your heart, Christ;
I have lost myself.

In a dream, Jesus told me that my job was to mail art. I once was a very prolific mail artist, sending out hundreds of pieces of printed art in the mail every week; and I had a large following online, both among fellow mail artists, as well as with the general public. Last night, feeling that I was set on this course yet again; and feeling truly that there is no harm in fame and popularity, if conquered with love; I implored The Divine Mercy through Jesus, and asked; “hide me.”

It is my intention to create; both words and images, perhaps & hopefully, one day music. But if Christ hears my plea, I shall enter into an eternity of obscurity.

When the cock crows twice, I want to have proclaimed The Holy Name.

Jesus. IUOMA.

O Lord, my Saviour; you have promised me through your spouse, Maria Faustina Kowalska, victory over my enemies here on Earth. And I now invoke this promise; but I ask, O Jesus, fight for me, and let me no longer be troubled by war; but let me, O Jesus, I implore you; let me suffer in secret and in quiet. This, Jesus, for eternity.

YHVH, my God, my Terrible Heart; my Father, my Husband; I ask in the name of Your Son, Jesus who is called, “The Christ,” I ask, fulfill with godspeed, the prophecy of Padre Pio concerning the conversion of Mother Russia.

©2026 Maria Morisot

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