Sr. Josefa Menendez: The rage of Satan at losing three souls

These are a few notes of Sister Josefa's about Hell. She wrote with great reticence on this subject. She did it only to conform to Our Blessed Lord's wishes, Our Lady having told her on Oct. 25th, 1922: "Everything that Jesus allows you to see and to suffer of the torments of hell, is so that you may make it know to your Mothers. (who eventually published it for the world after Josefa's death.) So, forget yourself entirely, and think only of the glory of the Heart of Jesus and the salvation of souls."

More than once Sister Josefa witnessed the fierce struggle of the devil to wrestle from divine mercy souls that he already believed his. Then the sufferings of Josefa enter, as it seems, into God's plans, as a rescue of these poor souls, who will owe her the last and definitive victory, at the moment of death.

"The devil was very angry because he wanted three souls to be lost ... He was screaming with anger: Let them not escape ... they are leaving ... Strong ... strong!" This way, without ceasing, with shouts of rage that answered, by far, other demons. For several days I witnessed these struggles.

"I begged the Lord to do whatever He wanted, as long as these souls did not get lost." I also went to the Virgin and She gave me great peace of mind because she left me willing to suffer everything to save them, and I believe that She will not allow the devil to come out victorious. "

"The devil shouted a lot: Do not let her ... be alert to everything that can disturb you ... Do not let her escape ... make her despair ... The confusion was tremendous of screams and blasphemies, then I heard him say furiously: It does not matter, I still have two left ... Take away their confidence ... I understood by those words that one had escaped, that it had already passed into eternity, because I was shouting: Soon ... Hurry ... Let these two not escape ... Take them, let them despair ... Soon, they are going away.

"Immediately, with a grinding of teeth and a rage that can not be said, I felt those tremendous cries:

Oh God's power that have more strength than me ...! I still have one ..., and I will not let you take it ...! Hell all was no more than a scream of despair, with a great disorder and the devils screamed and complained and blasphemed horribly. I knew with this that the souls were saved. My heart jumped with joy, but I was unable to make an act of love. I still feel in the soul the need to love ... I do not feel hatred towards God like these other souls, and when I hear that they curse and blaspheme, it causes me great sorrow; I do not know what I would suffer to prevent Our Lord being insulted and offended. What hurts me is that spending time eternity here, I will be like the others. This makes me suffer a lot, because I still remember that I loved Our Lord and that He was very good to me. I feel a lot of torment, especially these last days. It is as if a river of fire enters my throat and passes through my entire body, together with the pain I have said before. As if they were pressing me from behind and ahead with burning plates ...

I can not say what I suffer ... it is so much pain ... It seems that the eyes are out of place and as if they were pulling to tear ... The nerves are very tight. The body is bent, you can not move a finger ...

The smell that is so bad, you can not breathe, but all this is nothing in comparison to the soul, that knowing the goodness of God, is forced to hate him and, above all, if he has known and loved him, suffers much more ... "