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It requires divine grace. In order to attain his goal, his called his confesor and he consented to sign a document retracting his false doctrines. The garden was wrapped in complete darkness, and in his cell, a strange light appeared together with an insufferable stench.

With these thoughts, he began to pray, until, overcome with weariness, yabor fell fast asleep.

Our Lady of the Great Event – Nuestra Sra. del Buen Suceso: Juana Tabor – by Hugo Wast

He read of the tricks by which he attempted to arrange it so that an ecclesiastical burial would not be denied him, which he desired only for the most inexplicable and contradictory vanity.

He sat up in the bed and stretched his hand out toward his bottle of holy water when he was paralyzed by the sound of a voice of one in infinite sorrow, that came from the farthest corner of his cell. That will, or rather, that feeling, because the young Levite must be transformed into the flesh of his flesh, in a sort of instinct, which at the beginning of his career could be nothing more than a cold obedience, that adherence to Rome is what makes him a living member of the Mystical Body of Christ.

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In the choir were six friars. The wooden board upon which, in keeping with the holy rule, he lay fully dressed must have seemed to him deliciously comfortable and the smoothened piece of wood that served as a pillow, soft as down. But if I was nauseated by the fetid odor of my mouth, the hedonism of my thoughts was incomparably worse. Draw Thy sword, O Lord. I have the sense that I bear within myself all the energies of a new belief.

Seiscientos sesenta y seis – Hugo Wast – Google Books

He must have slept barely two hours. Oh, the misery and contradiction of my pride! John the Baptist on his vigil: There would not be many in the crowd that filled the three naves that understood his sermon because he gave it in Latin.

Listen, I signed with my own hand my eternal damnation. The virtues produce pleasure, a delight. Despite the tonsure that insulted his arrogant head, when he mounted the pulpit, the people were left astonished and captivated by intense emotion.

Fray Simon listened to his superior with his eyes fixed on the stone floor and with his hands folded into the loose sleeves of his beautiful habit. Perfection lies in the renunciation of such spiritual pleasures that produce virtue because, sooner or later, they capture the will, and make one believe that anything that goes against such spiritual pleasure is evil, and all that gives such pleasure is good.

A loud noise made him open his eyes and he saw through the window that the moon had not yet risen. The rays of divine grace shattered, upon striking my heart, as arrows of marble against a rock.

Cuando uno de ellos afloja, el otro no tarda en taabor y todo se derrumba. He pleaded with God that the little stream that bubbled up in the sanctuary would be transformed into a mighty river like that in the vision of Ezekiel. Pero si era nauseabunda la fetidez de mi boca, era incomparablemente peor la hediondez de mis pensamientos.


Se jyana al ver una fecha: How many unexpected retractions there are hidden in the next world! But to repent without humility is against the supernatural law, and is infinitely beyond the strength of man.

After having had hundreds of houses in the world, populated by thousands of friars, there were no longer more than three or four monasteries in their last agony.

I believed and trembled, knowing that one day we would meet face to face. The superior left and he remained alone in his cell, whose whitewashed walls seemed tinted with purple, because through its windows, that looked tavor upon the garden, streamed the rosy glow of a marvelous sunset.

The burial ceremony having ended, each friar returned to his work, a little sadder and somewhat more alone as well because no novice would jiana the one that had died and his cell would be turned into a refuge for vermin and bats. Three evangelists, Matthew, Mark and Luke say it with identical words: And my pride inebriated me telling me that I, 6666 and maggoty, could of my own free will resist grace, and take pleasure in my power and fight against God.

When one of them is weakened, the other does not delay in weakening and everything collapses.