The Consuming Fire of Terrible Jealous Love
In previous blogs of mine I have told you of my dreams. Dreams that seem so very real to me as I experience them. I find if one's mind is of the Scholastic bent they will be called private revelations and more than likely this will be the reason to dismiss them. I myself often wonder if scholasticism the use of one's reason to define the spiritual meanings of so many feelings led to Luther's scruples. Is it any wonder that the Byzantine Spirituality was or is taken aback by this lofty quasi- intellectual somewhat legal interpretations of our faith beliefs. Can we not accept the Spirituality that comes from our catholic history? A mystical spirituality that comes from the likes of St Gertrude and her sister, from Jan de Ruysbroeck, from the Theresas of Avila and of Liseux. Can we not truly believe in Bernadette, Mary Aloqoque, Salette or other great appearances and teachings of those whose intelligence we could doubt and yet their intelligences in communion with the attribute of God called the Divine Intellect calls us closer to Him. Yet these are judged by a priesthood whose vocation is not of sanctifying grace and whose actions today cause us to ask ourselves, "Do they not fear God?" Remember I urge you, we cannot have any spirituality without a quickened soul for god said, "A soul that sins dies". Can we just not believe in Christ's promise to send the Paraclete to help us remember His works? Luther lambasted the Church with the "Angel of Light scriptural quotation to deny the Church quickened by the Holy Spirit had grace" It has become habitual for those who we could see as gentile or pagan to do the same. Malicious is the "grace??" that is found in the Church when pride and jealousy deny the grace in others they claim for themselves. I mean the pious frauds that Christ gave His word to, when He said, " Not all that say Lord Lord will inherit the kingdom'. I myself believe in Popes, Bishops and Priests doing their work,using discernment (so sadly missing) to examine this voice of the Holy Spirit so necessary in the Church today.
Use your consciences and scripture to discern this.
Again in that period between sleeping and being fully awake I found myself before a huge single flame so immense in stature, so powerful in brilliance, I could neither see the top or barely look at It. There was a polyphonic hum of beautiful tones and as they crescendoed, so the flame pulsated with greater power. Little sparks flew off and bright sparks came back. Some came back like specks of charcoal and some were barely flickering. The dead sparks dropped off into an deep pit and the flame groaned, the flickering specks caught on a current of air danced closer and closer to the Flame getting slowly brighter.
What do you think it was I saw. Is my mind so inflamed I was imagining some allegory of God?