Gemma is victim of love
"On 8th June 1899 after the Communion, Jesus told me that He would do a very great grace in the evening. On the same day I told that to Monsignor during the confession and he answered that I would have then to report everything to him.
One evening suddenly, sooner than usually I feel inner pain of my sins; it was so strong, as I would never feel it again. That pain made me nearly to die. After on I feel the powers of my soul gathering: my mind only knew my sins and the offence of God; it remembered them, and it showed me all the torments that Jesus had suffered to save me; my will made me to dislike all them and to promise of asking for suffering to expiate them. Numbers of thoughts came to my mind: they were comfort and hope, fear, love, pain thoughts.
Then the capture of the senses followed very soon, and I found myself in front of the celestial Mother, who had my Guardian Angel on her right, and she reminds me to recite the contrition action. When I had finished the Mother told me: "Daughter, in name of Jesus, all your sins are forgiven". Then She added: "Jesus, my son, loves you very much, and He wants to do you a grace; can you be worthy of it?" My misery could not answer.
She still added: "I will be your mother, will you be my true daughter?". She opened her mantle and covered me with it. In that moment Jesus appeared; He had His wounds open; but no more flood came out from those wounds, but fire flames, which in a while came and touched my hands and my feet and my heart. I felt I was dying, I would fall, but the Mother held me, which I was still covered by Her mantle.
I stayed in that position for several hours. Then the Mother kissed me on the forehead, and everything disappeared. I found myself on my knees, on the floor, but I still felt a strong pain to my hands, my feet and my heart. I stood up to go in my bed and I noticed that I blooded. I covered the blooding parts and then, helped by my Angel, I could go to bed. Those pains brought me a perfect peace.
The following morning I went to the Communion with difficulty, and I put a pair of gloves on, in order to cover my blooding hands. I could not stand on my feet; I believed to die every moment. Those pains lasted until 3 o’ clock on Friday, solemn festivity of the Holy Heart of Jesus. I would have to say it immediately to the Confessor, but I went to him many times without saying anything; he asked me many times, but I always denied."