One day when I was staying at our monastery in Beas, our Lord told me that since I was His bride I should make requests of Him, for He had promised that whatever I asked He would grant me. And as a token He gave me a beautiful ring, with a precious stone resembling an amethyst but with a brilliance very different from any here on earth, and He placed the ring on my finger. I write this with confusion at seeing the goodness of God and my wretched life, for I deserved hell. But, alas, daughters, pray for me and be devoted to St. Joseph who can do a great deal. I’m writing this foolishness . . .