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When we come to prayer, aware of our weakness, Jesus comes to the soul in glory, admiring our humility and trust.

The dark shabby 'cave' of my soul was being lit and enlarged by His presence there, in His glory.

Through the gift of contemplation a soul can glimpse the awesome fire of love which is the Holy Trinity

I saw what holy and glorious sanctuaries we are, lit by His grace, through our Holy Communions.

When we pray at Mass we are united with Christ in Glory and with the gathering of His saints and the souls of Purgatory

Everyone on earth can choose to call out for God's help, hoping to be heard. Yet those who have been baptised into Christ, made adopted children of God, living in His light, can speak with God as with a friend, and have a sure hope of Heaven, if faithful to the end. Christ's Spirit, living in souls, gives knowledge of God, intimacy, and hope, and is a lamp for the Way.

The Most Holy Trinity draws on, attracts and guides the soul which reaches out in trust, despite all trials.

One Palm Sunday I saw within my soul Our Lord's terrible cry from the cross. We who are weak can be certain that He has shared our weakness, though not our sinfulness.

God made me see each individual soul, each heart suffering alone. Each one is created, known and loved by God.

Through layer after layer, Christ steered me beyond all images towards God's dark universe within the soul.

Christ taught me to open the "door" of the soul, in prayer, and to let His light shine within.

Christ taught me to meet Him in the most secret place of my heart and soul.

Christ is triumphant at the working of His grace within the repentant soul, which now shines like a bright banner.

I remember being led to a 'precipice' within the soul, and being invited by God to launch into nothingness in prayer, into His life, unsupported by concepts, images or words

I remember being led to a 'precipice' within the soul, and being invited by God to launch into nothingness in prayer, into His life, unsupported by concepts, images or words

I remember Christ coming to me as a young adult: How blazing was His glory; how dark I saw my own soul to be. Even if Christ is unseen, unfelt, He comes to the soul who calls out for His help, in faith.

Christ showed me the stains of sin on the beautiful 'garment' which is my soul. This was a new conversion.

I remember Christ coming to me as a young adult: How blazing was His glory; how dark I saw my own soul to be. Even if Christ is unseen, unfelt, He comes to the soul who calls out for His help, in faith.

As the priest looks at his congregation, preparing to preach and teach at Mass, he should remember how needy they are. Their souls are as much in need of healing and nourishment as sick bodies are.

Christ welcomes the contrite and willing soul into the heart of the Holy Trinity. "Those who hide in Him shall not be condemned" (Ps 33)