(CEV) “The Poem of the Man-God,”, Vol. 5, p. 593
Jesus is charged with the Cross
[…] The crosses are brought. Those of the two robbers are shorter. Jesus’ is much longer. I say that the vertical stake is not less than four metres long (12 feet).
Before giving the cross to Jesus, they tie the board with the inscription “Jesus Nazarene King of the Jews” round His neck.
They are now ready. And Longinus gives the order of march […] And it is immediately clear that Jesus is in an extremely weak condition.
The Jews laugh seeing Him stagger along like a drunk man and they shout to the soldiers: “Push Him. Make Him fall”. In the dust the blasphemer!” […]
Jesus proceeds panting. […] Perspiration is streaming down His face, together with the blood that trickles from the wounds of the crown of thorns. And dust sticks to His wet face leaving queer stains on it. Because also the wind is blowing now. Continual gusts at long intervals, during which the dust falls after being raised in whirlwinds by each gust, and is blown into eyes and throats.[…]
The ascent to Calvary begins
A barren road, without the least shade, paved with uneven stones, that goes straight up the hill.[…] So Jesus suffers tremendously in climbing, also because of the weight of the cross which, being so long, must be very heavy.
He finds a protruding stone and as He is exhausted, He can lift His feet only a little, so He stumbles and falls on His right knee, but He can hold Himself up with His left hand.
The crowd howls with joy… He gets up again. He proceeds, bending and panting more and more, congested, feverish… […] The people even applaud for the joy of seeing Him fall so badly… […] Jesus seems completely intoxicated, as He sways so much, knocking against one or the other lines of soldiers, wandering all over the road. […]
Jesus falls the third time
And immediately afterwards, the pain of the third fall, a complete one. And this time He does not stumble.
He falls because of a sudden lack of strength, due to a syncope. He falls headlong, knocking His face on the uneven stones, and He remains in the dust under the cross that falls on Him. The soldiers try to raise Him. But as He seems to be dead, they go and inform the centurion.
While they go and come back, Jesus comes to Himself, and slowly, with the help of two soldiers, one of whom lifts the cross and the other helps the Condemned One to stand up, He puts Himself in His place again. But He is really exhausted. “Make sure that He dies only on the cross!” shout the crowd. […]
Jesus meets the pious Women
The women, who are proceeding weeping, turn round upon hearing the shouts, and see the procession turn towards them.
Then they stop, leaning against the mountain, lest they should be pushed down the slope by the violent Jews. They lower their veils on their faces even more […]. When Jesus arrives near them, they weep more loudly and bow low to Him. Then they move forward resolutely.
The soldiers would like to drive them back with their lances.[…]
Veronica cleans Jesus’ Face
Another woman, who is accompanied by a young maidservant holding a small casket in her arms, opens it and takes out a square piece of very fine linen cloth, and offers it to the Redeemer. He accepts it. And as He cannot manage by Himself with one hand only, the compassionate woman helps Him to take it to His face, watching not to knock against His crown. And Jesus presses the cool linen cloth to His poor face and holds it there, as if He felt a great relief. […]
Mary reaches Jesus
And in the midst of the loud noise of weeping women and cursing Judaeans, Jesus sets out again. […] The road continues. It goes round the mountain, it comes back almost to the front, towards the steep road. Here, there is Mary with John.[…] behind the slope of the mountain, to give Her some relief. […] Mary, […] is leaning against the slope, standing, but already exhausted, panting, as white as death, in Her very dark blue dress, which is almost black.
John looks at Her with desolate pity.[…] . And Mary, supported by John who is holding Her by the elbow, departs from the hillside, stately in Her grief, and places Herself resolutely in the middle of the road, moving aside only at the arrival of Longinus […]
Mary tries to pass through the dismounted soldiers, who, being warm and in a hurry, strive to drive Her back with their lances, all the more that stones are thrown from the paved road, as a protest against so much compassion. It is the Jews, who once again curse because of the halt brought about by the pious women […]
The Cireneus help Jesus carry the Cross
Longinus gets tired and followed by the ten lancers he spurs his horse against the reviling pack of hounds, who run away for the second time.
And in doing so he sees a cart standing still, which has certainly come up from the vegetable-gardens at the foot of the mountain and is waiting for the crowds to pass, so that it may go down towards the town with its load of greens. […] The man from Cyrene, […] Longinus looks him up and down.
He thinks that he can be useful and says to him in a commanding voice:
Longinus: «Man, come here.” […] Do you see that man? […] He cannot proceed further laden as He is. You are strong. Take His cross and carry it in His stead as far as the summit. […]»
Jesus meets His Mother
The man from Cyrene dare no longer react. […] He reaches Him just when Jesus turns towards His Mother, Whom only now He sees coming towards Him, because He is proceeding so bent and with His eyes almost closed, as if He were blind, and He shouts:
Jesus: «Mother!»
[…] Mary presses Her hand against Her heart, as if She had been stabbed, and She staggers lightly.
But She collects Herself, quickens Her step and while going towards Her tortured Son with outstretched arms, She shouts: “Son!” […]
The man from Cyrene feels such pity… And as he sees that Mary cannot embrace Her Son because of the cross, and that after stretching Her arms out, She lets them drop, convinced that She is unable to do so – and She only looks at Him, striving to smile with Her smile of a martyr to encourage Him, while Her trembling lips drink Her tears, and He, turning His head round, from under the yoke of the cross, tries in His turn to smile at Her and send Her a kiss with His poor lips, wounded and split by blows and fever.
[The man of Cyrene] hastens to remove the cross, and he does so with the gentleness of a father, in order not to give a shove to the crown or rub against His sores. […]
Jesus reaches the top of the Calvary
[…] the top of Calvary is shaped like an irregular trapezium […] In this little open space there are already three deep holes, lined with bricks or slates, that is, built for a special purpose. Near them there are stones and earth ready to prop the crosses. […]
As soon as the condemned men are on the fatal platform, the soldiers surround the open space on three sides. Only the one that drops sheer is empty. The centurion orders the man from Cyrene to go away. The two robbers throw their crosses on the ground swearing. Jesus is silent. The sorrowful way has come to its end.
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.