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AlanFromWichita
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Thank you for listening. The prosecution rests.Thank you for the references. I would very much like to read these works. I will check them out. The bold comments above are my annotation.
And you wonât regret checking out the writings of these saints. You have nothing to lose except your life as you know it, and nothing to gain except the kingdom! :heaven:
Iâm reading a book you might like, recommended highly by another poster, called âThe Fulfillment of All Desire: A Guidebook for the Journey to God Based on the Wisdom of the Saints.â
Let me warn you, though, about the Cloud ⌠itâs a bit odd for someone who hasnât ever been introduced to the âapophaticâ tradition of the Church. If it doesnât speak to you, donât force it. Plus a lot of translations are hard to read; I got the one by William Johnston based on my spiritual directorâs recommendation.
Briefly, the âCloud of Knowingâ is everything we know and can imagine in our minds, including everything we believe and including all the words we can find to âdescribeâ God. But God is bigger than this. Our âCloud of the Knowingâ is but a tiny bit of Godâs universe, so to find God we have to get past our normal ways of thinking (which is why Jesus challenged our âold wineskinsâ by giving us seemingly impossible paradoxes) and enter into the Cloud of the Unknowing. Contemplative prayer âformsâ endeavor to do just that. If youâve not heard of them, you should. (CCC 2708 makes use of the word âshouldâ so itâs not just IMO
And as far as the Dark Night of the Soul, you can read it here on ewtn.com.
I canât resist dragging out the Stanzas of the Soul, on which the Dark Night is based, depicting the way a soul sees itself leaving in the safety of the Dark Night (contemplative moments for example) and finding its lover and achieve perfection, resulting in heavenly bliss. I love it; even copying and pasting it gives me so much joy my eyes water. YMMVâŚ
STANZAS OF THE SOUL
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1. One dark night,
fired with love's urgent longings
-- ah, the sheer grace! --
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.
2. In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
-- ah, the sheer grace! --
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.
3. On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.
4. This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
-- him I knew so well --
there in a place where no one appeared.
5. O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.
6. Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.
7. When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.
8. I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.
Alan