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12. I am now speaking of the water which cometh down from heaven
to fill and saturate in its abundance the whole of this garden
with water. If our Lord never ceased to pour it down whenever it
was necessary, the gardener certainly would have plenty of rest;
and if there were no winter, but an ever temperate season, fruits
and flowers would never fail. The gardener would have his
delight therein; but in this life that is impossible. We must
always be careful, when one water fails, to obtain another.
This water from heaven comes down very often when the gardener
least expects it.
13. The truth is that, in the beginning, this almost always
happens after much mental prayer. Our Lord advances step by step
to lay hold of the little bird, and to lay it in the nest where
it may repose. He observed it fluttering for a long time,
striving with the understanding and the will, and with all its
might, to seek God and to please Him; so now it is His pleasure
to reward it even in this life. And what a reward!—one moment
is enough to repay all the possible trials of this life.
14. The soul, while thus seeking after God, is conscious, with a
joy excessive and sweet, that it is, as it were, utterly fainting
away in a kind of trance: breathing, and all the bodily strength,
fail it, so that it cannot even move the hands without great
pain; the eyes close involuntarily, and if they are open, they
are as if they saw nothing; nor is reading possible,—the very
letters seem strange, and cannot be distinguished,—the letters,
indeed, are visible, but, as the understanding furnishes no help,
all reading is impracticable, though seriously attempted.
The ear hears; but what is heard is not comprehended. The senses
are of no use whatever, except to hinder the soul’s fruition; and
so they rather hurt it. It is useless to try to speak, because
it is not possible to conceive a word; nor, if it were conceived,
is there strength sufficient to utter it; for all bodily strength
vanishes, and that of the soul increases, to enable it the better
to have the fruition of its joy. Great and most perceptible,
also, is the outward joy now felt.
15. This prayer, however long it may last, does no harm—at
least, it has never done any to me; nor do I remember, however
ill I might have been when our Lord had mercy upon me in this
way, that I ever felt the worse for it—on the contrary, I was
always better afterwards. But so great a blessing, what harm can
it do? The outward effects are so plain as to leave no doubt
possible that there must have been some great cause, seeing that
it thus robs us of our bodily powers with so much joy, in order
to leave them greater.
16. The truth is, it passes away so quickly in the beginning—at
least, so it was with me—that neither by the outward signs, nor
by the failure of the senses, can it be perceived when it passes
so quickly away. But it is plain, from the overflowing abundance
of grace, that the brightness of the sun which had shone there
must have been great, seeing that it has thus made the soul to
melt away. And this is to be considered; for, as it seems to me,
the period of time, however long it may have been, during which
the faculties of the soul were entranced, is very short; if half
an hour, that would be a long time. I do not think that I have
ever been so long. [7] The truth of the matter is this: it is
extremely difficult to know how long, because the senses are in
suspense; but I think that at any time it cannot be very long
before some one of the faculties recovers itself. It is the will
that persists in the work; the other two faculties quickly begin
to molest it. As the will is calm, it entrances them again; they
are quiet for another moment, and then they recover themselves
once more.
17. In this way, some hours may be, and are, passed in prayer;
for when the two faculties begin to drink deep, and to perceive
the taste of this divine wine, they give themselves up with great
readiness, in order to be the more absorbed: they follow the
will, and the three rejoice together. But this state of complete
absorption, together with the utter rest of the imagination,—for
I believe that even the imagination is then wholly at
rest,—lasts only for a short time; though the faculties do not
so completely recover themselves as not to be for some hours
afterwards as if in disorder: God, from time to time, drawing
them to Himself.
18. Let us now come to that which the soul feels interiorly.
Let him describe it who knows it; for as it is impossible to
understand it, much more is it so to describe it. When I
purposed to write this, I had just communicated, and had risen
from the very prayer of which I am speaking. I am thinking of
what the soul was then doing. Our Lord said to me: It undoes
itself utterly, My daughter, in order that it may give itself
more and more to Me: it is not itself that then lives, it is I.
As it cannot comprehend what it understands, it understands by
not understanding. [8]
19. He who has had experience of this will understand it in some
measure, for it cannot be more clearly described, because what
then takes place is so obscure. All I am able to say is, that
the soul is represented as being close to God; and that there
abides a conviction thereof so certain and strong, that it cannot
possibly help believing so. All the faculties fail now, and are
suspended in such a way that, as I said before, [9] their
operations cannot be traced. If the soul is making a meditation
on any subject, the memory of it is lost at once, just as if it
had never been thought of. If it reads, what is read is not
remembered nor dwelt upon; neither is it otherwise with vocal
prayer. Accordingly, the restless little butterfly of the memory
has its wings burnt now, and it cannot fly. The will must be
fully occupied in loving, but it understands not how it loves;
the understanding, if it understands, does not understand how it
understands—at least, it can comprehend nothing of that it
understands: it does not understand, as it seems to me, because,
as I said just now, this cannot be understood. I do not
understand it at all myself.
20. In the beginning, it happened to me that I was ignorant of
one thing—I did not know that God was in all things: [10] and
when He seemed to me to be so near, I thought it impossible.
Not to believe that He was present, was not in my power; for it
seemed to me, as it were, evident that I felt there His very
presence. Some unlearned men used to say to me, that He was
present only by His grace. I could not believe that, because, as
I am saying, He seemed to me to be present Himself: so I was
distressed. A most learned man, of the Order of the glorious
Patriarch St. Dominic, delivered me from this doubt; for he told
me that He was present, and how He communed with us: this was a
great comfort to me.
21. It is to be observed and understood that this water from
heaven,—this greatest grace of our Lord—always leaves in the
soul the greatest fruits, as I shall now show.
1. See ch. xi. § 11.
2. Ch. xvi. §§ 7, 8.
3. Ch. xvii. § 5.
4. § 3.
5. See ch. xx. § 10; and Relation, viii. § 10.
6. See ch. xiv. § 12.
7. See Anton. a Sp. Sancto, Director. Mystic. tr. iv. § 9, n. 72.
8. Thomas à Jesu, De Contemplatione Divina, lib. v. c. xiii.:
“Quasi dicat: cum intellectus non possit Dei immensam illam
claritatem et incomprehensibilem plenitudinem comprehendere, hoc
ipsum est illam conspicere ac intelligere, intelligere se non
posse intellectu cognoscere: quod quidem nihil aliud est quam
Deum sub ratione incomprehensibilitatis videre ac cognoscere.”
Philip. à SS. Trinitate, Theolog. Mystic. Disc. Proem. art.
iv. p. 6: “Cum ipsa [S. Teresa] scire vellet, quid in illa
mystica unione operaretur intellectus, respondit [Christus] illi,
cum non possit comprehendere quod intelligit, est non intelligere
intelligendo: tum quia præ claritate nimia quodammodo offuscatur
intellectus, unde præ altissima et supereminentissima Dei
cognitione videtur anima potius Deum ignorare quam cognoscere.”
9. Ch. x. § 1, and ch. xviii. § 16.
10. See Inner Fortress, v. ch. i. § 11.
Chapter XIX.
The Effects of This Fourth State of Prayer. Earnest Exhortations
to Those Who Have Attained to It Not to Go Back, Nor to Cease
from Prayer, Even if They Fall. The Great Calamity of
Going Back.
1. There remains in the soul, when the prayer of union is over,
an exceedingly great tenderness; so much so, that it would undo
itself—not from pain, but through tears of joy it finds itself
bathed therein, without being aware of it, and it knows not how
or when it wept them. But to behold the violence of the fire
subdued by the water, which yet makes it burn the more, gives it
great delight. It seems as if I were speaking an unknown
language. So it is, however.
2. It has happened to me occasionally, when this prayer was over,
to be so beside myself as not to know whether I had been
dreaming, or whether the bliss I felt had really been mine; and,
on finding myself in a flood of tears—which had painlessly
flowed, with such violence and rapidity that it seemed as if a
cloud from heaven [1] had shed them—to perceive that it was no
dream. Thus it was with me in the beginning, when it passed
quickly away. The soul remains possessed of so much courage,
that if it were now hewn in pieces for God, it would be a great
consolation to it. This is the time of resolutions, of heroic
determinations, of the living energy of good desires, of the
beginning of hatred of the world, and of the most clear
perception of its vanity. The soul makes greater and higher
progress than it ever made before in the previous states of
prayer; and grows in humility more and more, because it sees
clearly that neither for obtaining nor for retaining this grace,
great beyond all measure, has it ever done, or ever been able to
do, anything of itself. It looks upon itself as most
unworthy—for in a room into which the sunlight enters strongly,
not a cobweb can be hid; it sees its own misery; self-conceit is
so far away, that it seems as if it never could have had any—for
now its own eyes behold how very little it could ever do, or
rather, that it never did anything, that it hardly gave even its
own consent, but that it rather seemed as if the doors of the
senses were closed against its will in order that it might have
more abundantly the fruition of our Lord. It is abiding alone
with Him: what has it to do but to love Him? It neither sees nor
hears, unless on compulsion: no thanks to it. Its past life
stands before it then,
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