Biography
Piccarreta was born in Corato in the Province of Bari, Italy on April 23, 1865 and died there March 4, 1947.
At the age of 17, Piccarreta is believed to have experienced a "mystical union" with Jesus akin to the religious ecstasy experienced by Saint Teresa of Ávila. Following this experience, she remained in bed for the remainder of her life, claiming this was her fiat from Jesus. There she is believe to have received her instruction about the Life of the Divine Will directly from Jesus.
For the next 64 years until her death Piccarreta stayed in bed, claiming not to have eaten nor drunk anything other than the eucharist during the daily Mass said in her room. This special blessing was given first by Pope Leo XIII and then subsequently by Pope Saint Pius X. Piccarreta's followers also believe that she was nourished directly by the Divine Will, a reference to the Bread of Life promised by Jesus.
During this time, Piccarreta produced 36 volumes of writing, believed by her followers to have been dictated by Jesus, and collected into a work entitled The Book of Heaven.
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