I have entered the hidden life, no longer within my home but now within my heart. I feel I have been cloistered within myself. I feel the solitude, for there is no one who can share in this interior cloister with me. It is I and Jesus, but also Mary because I feel one with her.

The vision of my body as a living cloth prostrated on the floor absorbing the Blood of Jesus in 2006, I am now living. My heart has become that simple, insignificant cloth that has now wrapped itself around the crucified Body of my Lord. In the hidden cloister of my heart, I live absorbing His Blood and suffering my sins and the sins of humanity as I receive His wounds.

I feel total silence, stillness… I cannot seem to speak; I have no desire to do, but only to live in Jesus’ crucified love, adoring, thanking, and suffering with Mary the sins of many… The words and the interior visions are all gone, and I am left in the embrace of Love. Who can understand this hidden life so beautiful, so powerful, and so hidden? I feel I am living profoundly in the hidden force of God’s love. My soul desires to do nothing as far as speaking, teaching, or writing, for living in this union of sorrows is of far greater fecundity. As I enter this interior cloister, my soul in Love extends far into the world. I am living St. Benedicta of the Cross’s words. Who can understand this hidden life? My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God, my Savior!