(CEV) From “The Poem of the Man-God”, Vol. 5, p. 563
Jesus is scourged
Jesus is led by four soldiers to the court-yard beyond the hall. In the middle of that court-yard, which is all paved with coloured marbles, there is a high column like the one in the porch. At about three metres (9 feet) from the floor it has an iron bar protruding at least a metre (3 feet) and ending with a ring, to which Jesus is tied, with His hands joined above His head, after He has been undressed.
He has on only short linen drawers and sandals. His hands tied at His wrists are raised up as far as the ring, so that, although tall, He rests only the tips of His toes on the floor… And even that position is a torture.[…]
Behind Him stands one who looks like an executioner, with a clear Jewish profile; in front of Him, another man, looking like the previous one. They are armed with scourges, made of seven leather strips tied to a handle and ending with small lead hammers. They begin to strike Him rhythmically, as if they were practicing. One in front and one behind, so that Jesus’ trunk is in a whirl of lashes and scourges. […]
They beat the poor body, which is so slender and as white as old ivory, and then becomes covered with stripes that at first are a brighter and brighter pink shade, then violet, then it displays blue swellings full of blood, then the skin breaks letting blood flow from all sides. They redouble their cruelty on His thorax and abdomen, but there is no shortage of blows given to His legs, arms and even to His head, so that no fragment of His skin may be left without pain. And not a moan… […] They untie Him, and Jesus falls on the floor like a dead body.
Jesus is crowned with thorns
Soldier: «Wait. The Jews want a king. Now we will give them one. Him…»
And he runs out to a court that is in the back, from which he comes back with a bunch of branches of wild hawthorn, still flexible, because springtime keeps the branches relatively tender, whilst the long sharp thorns are hard. With a dagger they remove leaves and buds, they bend the branches forming a circle and they place them on His poor head. But the cruel crown falls down on His neck.
Soldier: «It does not fit. Make it narrower. Take it off.»
They take it off and scratch His cheeks, risking to blind Him, and they tear off His hair in doing so. They make it smaller. Now it is too small, and although they press it down, driving the thorns into His head, it threatens to fall. They take it off once again, tearing more of His hair. They adjust it again. It now fits. At the front there are three thorny cords. At the back, where the ends of the three branches interweave, there is a real knot of thorns that penetrate into the nape of His neck.
Soldier: «Do You see how well You look? […] A crown is not sufficient to make a king. Purple and sceptre are required. In the stable there is a cane and in the sewer there is a red chlamys. Get them, […] »
And once they have them, they put the dirty red rag on Jesus’ shoulders, and before putting the cane in His hands, they beat His head with it, bowing and greeting:
Soldiers: «Hail, king of the Jews»
They roar with laughter.
Jesus does not react. He lets them sit Him on the “throne”: a tub turned upside-down, certainly used to water horses, He lets them strike and scoff at Him, without ever uttering a word. He only looks at them, casting glances of such kindness and such atrocious sorrow.[…] Jesus, although exhausted, straightens Himself up with dignity.[…]
Jesus is condemned
[…]Jesus looks around at the crowd and in the sea of rancorous faces he looks far and finds some friendly faces. How many? Less than twenty friends among thousands of enemies… And He lowers His head, struck by such abandonment[…]
A Roman woman comes in and kneels down handing a waxed tablet. It must be the one with which Procula begs her husband not to condemn Jesus. […]
«His blood on us. His blood be on us and on our children.
We are not afraid of Him. Crucify Him! Crucify Him!»
Pontius Pilate […] orders the slave to bring him a board on which he places a notice and has the words written on it:
«Jesus Nazarene, King of the Jews»
And he shows it to the people […] and he orders:
Pilate: «Let Him go to the cross. Soldier, go. Prepare the crosses […]»
Jesus is left in the middle of it, guarded by the soldiers, awaiting the cross.
Maria Valtorta: The Poem of The Man-God
Evaluation of the Work of Maria Valtorta by Padre Livio Fanzaga, Catholic priest (Radio Maria):”So I would say just that, dear friends, because I read The Poem of the Man-God, three times, 5 volumes ( CEV, ed), and then I am able to evaluate it in its complexity and its value, I feel like saying, dear friends, I do not know any more commentary on the Gospel more orthodox, more uplifting, more stimulating than this, and I would like, dear friends, that all of you would accept the invitation from the Virgin Mary to read this books because it’s all true (They do not contain errors against faith and morals of the Catholic Church…) . Then read these books, my dear friends, because we would surely gain great benefits for your souls. It is not difficult to get them, and they do not cost a lot, 5 books that can be for you an indispensable spiritual nourishment “
Pray for the Church, its Hierarchies, the validly ordained and consecrated during this time of confusion and apostasy. Do not fall into the trap of division, even with apparent good reasons. Turn your eyes to the lives of saints, such as St. Martin de Porres, St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, the former discriminated against and the latter fought by the same institution. Let their behavior in adversity be an example for you to follow…
“The Church is God’s house. It is forbidden for men to enter here with bare arms and wearing shorts. It is forbidden for women to enter wearing trousers, bare headed, with short, low-necked or sleeveless dresses.”
“Parents, correct the ways if your family, have much dialogue with your children, make time to listen to them as many homes are being lost due to lack of love, dialogue, understanding and most specially for not inviting God. Take God back into your homes, pray my Holy Rosary, as the family that prays together stays together.” 
January 31, 2022 "Heavenly Father, today, I surrender to You my heart. Help me to be Your instrument in the world. Cover me with the Precious Blood of Your Divine Son. Guard me against all evil. Protect me from any evil plan Satan may have for me today. Clothe me in Your Divine Will. Amen"
"O Hearts of Jesus and Mary; I consecrate myself, I consecrate my family and the whole world, to your Most Beloved Hearts. Listen to the supplication which I making to you and accept our hearts in Yours, to be delivered and protected we, the whole world, from all evil and all sin. May the protection of your Two Hearts be refuge, strength, and protection, in the daily spiritual struggles. That the power of your Two Hearts irradiates the world so that it is protected from evil and sin. We willingly consecrate ourselves and consecrate all mankind to your Hearts; sure and confident, for your Great Mercy, to obtain the victory over the forces of evil in this world, and the eternal Glory in the Kingdom of God. Amen"
"O Virgin of Carmel, may the power of your Holy Scapular take away from me the enemy of my soul; bless me, Mother of Carmel, and deliver me from all evil and danger in this world. I ask you O Mother, that in the hour of my death, your Holy Scapular frees me from the fury of the devil and in the eternity, of the eternal fire. Amen" 
"Oh Jesus of Divine Mercy, hear my pleadings to you, for I am here to do your Will"
"O glorious St. Joseph! by your profound humility, by your unalterable meekness, by your invincible patience, by your angelic purity and perfect fidelity that made you a timely imitator of the virtues of Jesus and Mary, I ask you to console me in all my sorrows, to guide me in all my doubts, to defend me in all temptations, to deliver me from all spiritual and material dangers; to extend your arm against all my visible and invisible enemies, breaking and destroying all the snares and barriers that they tend and arm against me. Amen" 
"Oh, blessed Saint Michael, protect us from the attacks and snares of the evil spirits because you know full well that we are poor mortals, fragile and weak, in need of the Mercy of God and of your protection to fulfill the mission that Heaven has commissioned to us. Oh, Saint Michael, may your victorious cry: “who is like God? no one is like God”, suppress and cast into Hell satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the destruction of souls. Amen"
Most sweet Jesus, redeemer of the human race, look down upon us, humbly prostrate before your altar. We are yours and yours we wish to be; but to be more surely united with you, behold each one of us freely consecrates himself today to your most sacred heart. Many, indeed, have never known you, many too, despising your precepts, have rejected you. Have mercy on them all, most merciful Jesus, and draw them to your sacred heart. Be you king, O Lord, not only of the faithful who have never forsaken you, but also of the prodigal children who have abandoned you; grant that they may quickly return to their father’s house, lest they die of wretchedness and hunger. Be you king of those who are deceived by erroneous opinions, or whom discord keeps aloof, and call them back to the harbor of truth and unity of faith, so that soon there may be but one flock and one shepherd. Be you king also of all those who sit in the ancient superstition of the Gentiles, and refuse not you to deliver them out of darkness into the light and kingdom of God. Grant, O Lord, to your Church, assurance of freedom and immunity from harm; give peace and order to all nations, and make the earth resound from pole to pole with one cry: Praise to the divine heart that wrought our salvation; to it be glory and honor forever. Amen.