The fire of love for all souls that are loved by God can and will explode within you like the fire of God’s love—it is the same kind of love. It burns you up with a hunger for the mystical happiness, first for those that are close to you, then of people you barely know, and last but not least, for everyone on God’s green earth. Love has the power, the energy, to ravage hate forever in the beat of a heart. Love is a wildfire—it burns all but itself, it destroys what is false, and renews what is true.
This fire slowly consumes you with a desire that is not directed in the immediacy of action, but rather to God. And in the sudden serenity of this burning desire you are conveyed to prayer first, rather than to action, or rather, action seems to accompany prayer and with desire, as if of its own accord.
You will not always think much of what you are to do, or to write for all souls—it just sort of happens when the hunger for God carries you away. This hunger is exactly the same as the hunger for your own personal union with God, but now it includes someone else, and it is for God’s sake above all, though one should not aim nor detach, for or from the task at God’s Hand.
Here is a bit of hunger, and it is a direct reference to you all as a collective group, a group that is established as a representative who is individual, who might I add, is real. In this hunger is a vacuum of pain and suffering, but there is also joy and it is borderline blissful, and somehow it is complete with the conviction that God wants to and will answer all of your prayers.
Sometimes you get the feeling that when this desire for the love of all souls carries you away, God is commencing to shower all of His love upon you like some transcendent waterfall glowing with all that you need—almost like He’s overwhelming you with some honey drip of spiritual synchronicity.
You will find you are no longer worried about your own needs, but instead absorbed in the nuisance of desire for the bliss of that soul—that soul—or that one. It must always distinctive and material. It can never be abstract.
But it does not always have to be this way, you can lose sight of them all in God and pray for them as well or better perhaps, but it is still a sweet spot to be swept with the flames of this hunger for all souls, and then comes that strange mystical synch, as we all attain riches of joy from Him. It makes you want to sing—songs will bubble up from your soul with effervescent joy and smother you with happiness. And yes sometimes there is an anxiousness as if your heart would soon burst, giving birth to the whole world.
And He said to him, “Truly, I say to you today you will be with me in Paradise.”
Luke 23 : 43
I hope you enjoy your day, it is a powder day and we must go.