The dream
In one of the first days of July 1878, the next day evening of the day on which he had received the news of the second refusal on the part of institutions to which he wanted to entrust his work, set about to write a letter to Monsignor Turano to inform him of the situation and seek advice on what we wanted to do. "While I was almost at the end of the letter, a feeling of malaise coupled with the draw made me sleep on my bed was next, and in the quietness of the rest seemed to be in a campaign, including the cross-section of a mountain: the peak is stood on my left, facing a sharp left sinuosity see the blue sky, on my right lower hills, which could see watching a big place where they were joined my poor orphan with the good Sisters, behind them distinguished a woman unknown to me: I live in too poor and in-feeding a baby.
These things appeared to me at once, and it was great my surprise when the woman recognized the great Mother of God! A loud cry and a quick drive, that made me fall on his knees at the foot of the Blessed Mother, felt all of what happened, but I didn't know other to do is kiss and kiss again feet of the Blessed Virgin, before which I was overwhelmed with the comfort that a child, lost and afraid, lies in the mother, to secure any danger.
I would be left there all my life, my whole life, if the tender mother, raised by his holy feet, I had approached to her chest, where a moment before I had seen the child, and while at that, that I dare not think without emotion, I am comforted to hope: the opera had accepted the Lord when the time became the most prosperous purpose for which he made happen. Then, alluding to my discomfort and told me my unworthiness looking behind my shoulder: "And to tender my son, you need all to Him! ".
I turned, then, to find the One who had everything and I saw the infant child already, at the age of four or five years, with red eyes like one who has done a great cry, and attitudes to a seriousness that impose me of prostrate to ask forgiveness of my ingratitude, and to implore pity for those poor creatures who were entrusted to me, asking the help of his Providence to be able to feed.
Then I stood up to go to take the pieces of bread which formed the whole of our provision, but returned, I saw that not only the Mother of God, before which, kneeling, bless those who asked that pieces of bread enough to feed all orphan. And the Blessed Mother, with benign attitude, accepted my prayer and blessed the few pieces, but not in the usual way, but passing over the hand-shaped cross.
And I stood up to welcome me to divide that bread to all the orphan, when, turning our gaze to the cross section of the mountain, I saw two iron cauldron in the middle of a large fire and water for the jump along with the boiling pasta that was inside. I wanted to try a cloth so as not to burn in putting down the pots from the fire, but the living faith (which the man whom I had found there the pots with pasta, it would kept my hands) I had to turn slim. Then I woke up.