(CEV) From "The Poem of the Man-God", Vol. 5, p. 520
Jesus: «Let us part now. I am going farther up, to pray. I want Peter, John and James with Me. You, remain here. And if you should be overwhelmed, call us. And be not afraid. Not a single hair of your heads will be hurt. Pray for Me.» [...]
Jesus then says:
Jesus: «Stop, wait for Me here, while I pray. But do not fall asleep. I may need you. And, I ask you this out of charity, pray!. Your Master is very depressed.»
Peter replies on behalf of everybody:
Peter: «Do not worry, Master. We will keep awake and pray. All You have to do is to call us, and we will come.»
And Jesus leaves them, [...] He climbs up a few meters, He then goes round an escarpment that thus remains between Him and the three apostles left farther down. [He] goes on as far as a huge rock [...]He does not look at [Jerusalem] that is visible down there, all white in the moonlight. On the contrary, He turns His back to it and prays with His arms stretched out crosswise, His face towards the sky. [...] A long fervent prayer. He is weeping [...] He then sets out. He goes back towards the three apostles, who are sitting round the little fire of twigs. And He finds them half asleep. [...]
Jesus: «Are you sleeping? Have you not been able to keep awake for one hour only? And I need your comfort and your prayers so much!»
Jesus: «I feel an anguish that is killing Me! Oh! yes! My soul is sad even unto death. My friends!... My friends!»
[...] Jesus looks at them... [...] and goes away to the place where He was previously. He prays once again standing, with His arms stretched out crosswise. Then on His knees, as before, His face bent on the little flowers. He is pensive. Silent... [...] He calls His Father, more and more anxiously...
Jesus: «Oh! [...] This cup is too bitter! I cannot! I cannot! It is above My power. I have been able to bear everything! But not this... [...] But, Father, do not listen to My voice, if what I ask is against Your will. Do not remember that I am Your Son, but only Your servant. Let Your will be done, not Mine.»
He remains thus for some time. Then He utters a stifled cry and raises His face, looking very upset. Only for a moment, then He drops on the ground, with His face really on the earth, and remains thus. A worn-out man overburdened by all the sins of the world, struck by all the Justice of the Father, oppressed by the darkness, the ashes, the bitterness, by that tremendous, terrible, most dreadful thing that is the abandonment by God, while Satan torments us... [...] Jesus moans, having the death-rattle in His throat and sobbing like one in agony:
The three [Apostles], still drowsy, get up. [...] Also the other eight are more or less asleep around a fire that has gone out.
Jesus: «Get up!»
Orders Jesus in a thunderous voice.
Jesus: «As Satan is arriving, show him, who never sleeps, and his children, that the children of God are not asleep!»
[...] Just in time to appear in order to the guards headed by Judas, as they burst into the little square lighting it up sinisterly with many torches. It is a horde of bandits disguised as soldiers, who look like jail-birds and grin like devils. There is also an odd champion of the Temple.
All the apostles jump to one corner. Peter in front, the others behind him in a group. Jesus remains where He was. Judas approaches Jesus, enduring the glance of His eyes, which have become the flashing eyes of His best days. And he does not lower his face either. On the contrary, he approaches the Master with the smile of a hyena and kisses His right cheek.
Jesus: «My friend, what have you come for? Are you betraying Me with a kiss?»
Judas bends his head for a moment, then raises it... insensible to reproach as to every invitation to repent.
[...] The guards, shouting, come forward with ropes and clubs and try to get hold not only of Christ, but also of the apostles, with the exception of Judas Iscariot, of course.
Jesus asks calmly and solemnly.
Jesus: «Who are you looking for?»
Temple Guards: «Jesus the Nazarene.»
But, while He is speaking, Peter approaches the man who is holding out the ropes to tie Jesus and gives a clumsy blow with his sword. [...] The man shouts that he is dead.[...]
Jesus: «Put those weapons away. I order you to do that. If I wanted, I could have the angels of My Father to defend Me. And you, be cured. In your soul first of all, if you can.»
And before stretching out His hands to be roped, He touches the ear and cures it. The apostles shout very unbecomingly... [...] And those who do not shout run away... And Jesus is left all alone... He and the guards... And His way begins...
Maria Valtorta: The Poem of The Man-God
Evaluation of the Work of Maria Valtorta by Padre Livio Fanzaga, Catholic priest (Radio Maria):
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