The Language of Heaven
Joan’s language was heavenly—a language not of mere words, but of thought, illuminated by grace.
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Joan’s language was heavenly—a language not of words, but of thought.
In our fallen world, sin clouds the intellect, concealing the radiance of divine meaning. Yet through Joan, a fragment of that lost tongue returned. The Trail of the Dogmatic Creed stretched before me as a path of clarity—its dogmas, doctrines, and magisterial teachings forming luminous guardrails to guide the mind through the mists of confusion.
Since Joan and Thérèse led me by a “gathering in the Lord’s gathering,” the act of thinking itself became the sacred mode of being for the journey. To think rightly—to gather being into thought—required contemplation within the Eucharistic mystery, where the Lord gathers all creation into Himself. In Eucharistic adoration, thought became prayer, and contemplation became communion. The scattered fragments of mind were gathered into one light. There, the aletheian physis—the unfolding of truth in Being—came into order, rhythm, and harmony.
From that sacred stillness, an egress from the Dark Forest began. My own subjective consciousness, long entangled in shadows, gave way to the gleaming light of the Combined Hearts of Joan and Thérèse. The Trail appeared before me, faint but discernible, like a misty valley at dusk—serene, inviting, half-concealed. I had been blind; now I saw, though only in part.
It was then that Mary Magdalene appeared in my dream. Her silent presence carried the authority of primacy—she stood at the threshold of the adventure concealed within the valley ahead. From that moment, she was bound forever to the journey.
As the Trail of the Dogmatic Creed disappeared into the mist, the pure dark night of faith descended. And in that holy darkness, Magdalene’s poetic syntax emerged—a soft, rhythmic light rising from the unseen, forming lampposts along the hidden path. Through her, language itself was transfigured. The Trail continued—not in sight, but in song.