The solitude of silence in the presence of God leads us to instinctively correct what keeps us away from Him and to cherish that what unites us with Him. In order to succeed in this purpose we need to invest time, grow in humility, intensify our longings and devote ourselves to silence.

In the first part of this retreat we suggest reading this writing, “Tell me: Why?” Whoever forgets the page of original sin in the book of Genesis gets lost in the chaos of life, does not understand the reason why for so much evil and fear engulfs his existence because of the lack of knowledge regarding which our ultimate enemy is: sin.

Follow then with this joyful and solemn triumphal taste of poetry, “The gates of the heavens.” This set will leave an indelible mark on the soul of the reader.

He who only knows the reality of sin and the activity of the evil one live in utter despair. God approaches the fallen creature full of compassion and tenderness and transforms His infinite power into infinite Mercy: “The attribute of Mercy in God.”


“Tell me why, Love?. Tell me why…?

Why between You and me, who live in company, in friendship and in love of spouses does there exist an abyss so insurmountable…?

Why, when I perceive You in the depth of my breast, when I feel the contact of Your eternal kissing, when I conjecture Your passing towards me, at that same instant, impelled by Your divine call, on rushing at You, I stumble on that abyss that separates us…?

Why is Your proximity, the palpitating of Your chest in my inner being, so deep and so distant…? Why do You come so close, You live so inwardly, and You are so far away…? Why does Your contact speak to me of distance…? Why does Your life speak to me of death…? Why do I always have to stand before the abyss that I cannot surmount…? Why, in order to have Your life in light, I have to die…? Why, if I have longings as though infinite for being, for possessing, for leaving, I have to find myself, every time I rush at You, with an endless distance, with a certain beyond –that could even be through my fault uncertain–, but in wait, without knowing how nor when? Why…? Why…?

I now understand, Love…! Because I have sinned…!

Sometimes, the terrible impulse of the encounter with the Eternal becomes unexpectable; the need for pushing myself forward at Him, torturing; the longings for possessing Him, as though infinite… But between Him and me there is an abyss that separates us: to attain His life, I have to die.

If I could seize You without going through death…! But I have to die in order to have You! Why…? Because I have sinned, because I broke Your plan…! How terrible to say ‘no’ to God is …! As terrible as the abyss that exists between Him and me! Why does the memory of Your sight, of Your possession, have to cloud over with the sad memory of death…? Why…? Because I sinned, and, that is why, to live, I have to die. What an insuperable distance keeps the soul away from God, even though it possesses Him…!; since, if I perceive Him, it is because I have Him; and then, why on running to Him I find myself before the abyss that separates us…?

Love, the day I cross it, and I find myself in front of You, without abyss to keep me away from Your proximity…; the day I see You without night falling…; the day I have You without losing You, and without being able to lose You…; the day I find You forever…!

Melancholy at dusk of life, in presentiment of the dawn of the Eternal One… God is both close and distant; God is both mine and distant… How strange the mystery of the Creator and His creature is; of the wait, and of the encounter…! How strange!

Why has God disappeared from the heart and from the mind of men, if with them and in them He stands…? Because they have sinned, and, on losing contact with Him, they do not taste the sweetness of His eternal company, remaining solely in the experience of the abyss that exists between the Creator and the creature.

God lives without time, man flies without knowing where, for not having met with The One who Is…

The world, the creatures, the things, what are they…? What strangeness my soul feels between God and man! What strangeness my being has in fullness of the Eternal One, and in urgencies for having Him…!

O sweet melancholy…! If I could break the silence that I have in my depth…! If I could express what I hold in my chest! If I could say in some way the nostalgia in which I live…! If I could…!

But I cannot. Between my soul and my expression there is an insurmountable abyss as well. Every day my silence is darker; my martyrdom, more secret; my pain is sharper, more acute and deeper.

And thus I live in an pressing situation that overwhelms me and pierces the deepest space of my centre, in the mysterious and hidden point where I keep my nostalgia in the silence.

God pierces, He wounds deep in the marrow of the chest, where no one can enter, and unveil my mystery…

That is why, the more I speak the more my being tortures itself on seeing that I do not know how to say nor express what I have in me, on seeing that what I hold becomes deeper, feeling more strange, more distant in my exile.

My experience is inexpressible; my longings, like jealousies, my urges torturing, but, however much I say, I do not express it! And on wanting to describe it or explain it with concepts, I feel a pain in my depth that puts me farther in, that makes me comprehend that, even though I want to express myself, I have to live in silence…

That is why, the more I say, more torment, more alone, with more tortures, with more longings for Heaven, with more urgency in my night for pushing forward towards the Eternal One, for possessing my Beloved, even though it be for some moments, taking away the dense night with which my veils wrap me.

And faced with the bitter torture of not finding Him as I long for and finding myself before the abyss which separates me from God, I collapse without words in a melancholy that pierces my breast waiting for the One I love, for the One who dwells in my silence…

God will take me to Him…; I feel it in longings that push me forward to the depth of His bosom.

I perceive in tender melancholy, very far in, the sweetness of the living God in the mysterious wound of the secret where the Infinite One dwells in my silence… God will take me towards Him, because He is good.”

Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia


“When I consider that delirious moment
when your Bosom shall open its Gates,
when I, after life’s night, shall peer
into the mysterious depths of Your encounter;
so profound is the joy that I feel in me!
that the horrible instant of death
is transformed, within me,
into an overflowing bliss,
for I know it is the step transcendent
that propels me, like a blazing ray,
into the secrets of your burning Breast.

O Gates of Heaven,
that tear open for me, once inside,
the sumptuous curtains of that Temple,
behind which lies the Holy of Holies
celebrating His Mystery
in the joyous bliss of the good…!

O luminous Gates, from behind which are perceived
the eternal melodies in never heard concerts,
and resounds the groan of flaming volcanoes
fired by the burning flames of their fires…!
O palpitating sound
with which the Eternal One,
sweetly flutters,
in His silent breath,
the explanatory Word
that in His mystery He utters …!

What a transcendent moment,
when the reverent soul
is introduced into that Bosom’s depths…!;
and contemplates, in its flight, how Love enfolds them,
with the lulling daylight of his hugging Kiss…!
What mystery sublime…!
What a moment…!,
when the sumptuous Gates of that Temple shall open;
and the curtains be drawn,
and the Mystery shall be discovered;
and the luminous Suns shall shine and glow
in the palpitating breast of the Sublime One…

What a moment that of death!,
that tears and rips with its pitiful night
the sorrows of exile,
and bids farewell, after its icy cry,
to this body’s chains,
to give way to the soul’s taking flight,
on a mysterious flying,
to the sumptuous and magnificent gates of Heaven.

What a moment, that of death!,
When the body stays still,
when the soul swiftly soars,
like a triumphant eagle,
after the breeze of its flight,
to cross the deepest depths of the abyss
that separates life from death,
earth from the Heavens,
men from the Angels,
glory from exile,
in a flight, astounding,
towards the blissful Bosom of the Good God.

And like a imperial eagle, from the corpse relieved,
the soul, victorious, to the Heavens flies
to satisfy the dryness of its painful wants
in the clear water Springs of the Eternal One,
where a crystalline torrent torrentially wells forth,
to quench the thirsty who cross the thresholds of destiny…

O Gates of Heaven
with their triumphant curtains
that hide, behind their mystery,
the Sanctorum, Who is veiled
by the burning flashes of His fires,
and the Immense One, Who is hidden
With His glory behind the veil…!

O sumptuous Gates!,
when the curtains are drawn, and I enter after my flight…

O Glorious Gates!,
open out, for I hasten on my way.”

Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia


All attributes in God are intrinsically a subsistent glorification for Him. He is glorified by being those attributes for Himself in an act of being which is totally fulfilled in His consubstantial joy of Divinity. Yet, God is not mercy for Himself. Mercy is the great attribute of compassionate love that is given to us through the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.

The whole life of Christians is nourished by God´s mercy. God is infinitely good, Christ is the infinite mercy incarnate, Mary is the mother of the divine mercies and the Holy Church is a mystery of divine mercy.


“Mercy is the most consoling and full of hope divine attribute”


On the 13th of May of 2001, feast of the Virgin of Fatima, sheltered in the womb of Her divine Motherhood, under the penetrating light of the Eternal Wisdom; in a luminous, acute and flickering gust, during the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, immersed in the depth of the consubstantial and transcendent mystery of God; little by little and gradually, my spirit was feeling plunged into that same Wisdom, in a transcendent and most profound intuition about the infinite attributes and perfections that God is Himself in Himself, by Himself and for Himself, in His immutable act of Trinitarian life, in eternal subsistence, been and possessed in essential joy of most glorious and most blissful enjoyment of Eternity.

[…] Understanding, under the burning fires of the suns of the divine mind and the lulling of the penetratingly most savoury and sapiential breeze of the Holy Spirit, that all the attributes that God is Himself in essential joy of most glorious and most blissful enjoyment by virtue of His infinite subsistence, the reason for being of His very Divinity, He is Himself such, in Himself, by Himself, and for Himself those attributes.

Being mercy like a new attribute, different and distant, that God had brought forth from the sublime loftiness of the might of His infinite power in merciful outpouring of love and tenderness over the misery of the fallen and as though destroyed humanity; even though it be not an attribute intrinsically in essential joy for God, for it is a relation of His goodness to the human creature, as a consequence of the destruction by man of the eternal designs on himself and the inanimate creation, and at the situation of misery in which he found himself when rebelling against his Creator. […]

And, as I was going more deeply… going more deeply… in the mystery of the reason for being and of the plethoric perfection of the Divinity, I was understanding, in a very acute manner, that all His infinite attributes in their infinite ranges that break out as though in infinite touchings of melodic harmonies of infinite attributes through infinite infinitudes of attributes and perfections, God was being what He was in the subsistent instant of being Himself so, having Himself so always been, in His immutable act of Trinitarian life, in Himself, by Himself and for Himself, in essential and consubstantial joy of divine intercommunication;

and that mercy, that is been by God in Himself and by Himself, but that He cannot be it for Himself in joy of essential enjoyment of Eternity on account of the intrinsic perfection of His divine nature; since it is and indicates a relation to the misery of the human creature, that is not possible in God; it was the outpouring of the excellent might of God’s excellence, who, bowing in redeeming compassion, looks to the fallen humanity, destroyed and sinful because of its rebellion against the Creator, for the restoration of that same humanity, reconciling it with Him and placing it again in His eternal designs. […]

Understanding in a deep and enjoyable way, penetrated by the knowledge of God’s subsistent excellence that overwhelmed my spirit, that, as the attributes in God are been by Him in Himself, by Himself and for Himself, in infinite subsistence of Divinity and in essential glory of Himself;

the attribute of God’s love, full of goodness, pouring itself out in compassion of mercy on the weakness of our misery, even though it is been in God and by God, it is not with relation to God Himself in essential joy, but in compassionate leaning of His love overflowing with tenderness towards the weakness, loaded of misery, of fallen humanity, as a consequence of the sin of our first Parents; and therefore, it is different from the others, with respect to the infinite glorification that gives Him the infinitude of His infinite attributes,been intrinsically in Himself, by Himself and for Himself.

Since, if man had not sinned, God would not have brought forth from His divine power the possibility of becoming man in order to be able to redeem us; coming, in the manifestation of the splendour of glory, as though in a delirium of merciful love towards our weakness, to die in bloody crucifixion, pouring Himself out in love and mercy, full of compassion and tenderness, over humanity.

Therefore, although mercy be not an intrinsically essential attribute in God, in consubstantial and infinite glorification of Himself; it is the one that makes possible the transcendent mystery, overflowing, majestic and splendorous of the Incarnation.

So that, for the mind of man who does not know well the profound profundity of the divine and unfathomable secret of the Infinite Being, mercy is the greatest attribute of the divine attributes; and the most consoling, most tender and full of hope, because, what would have become of us if Christ, the Incarnate Mercy, had not redeemed us? […]

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia
An extract from the writing: “GOD IS HE WHO IS HIMSELF, HAVING IN HIMSELF, BY HIMSELF AND FOR HIMSELF HIS VERY REASON FOR BEING,IN AN IMMUTABLE AND MOST SIMPLE ACT, IN ESSENTIAL JOY OF DIVINITY”(Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom”
 Booklet n. 14)

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Fragment of the video of Mother Trinidad “Sublimation of the cross”, recorded on January 14th, 1989 (press PLAY):

God, Who is Himself of Himself, creates such perfect beings that they are capable of possessing Him because He gave them a being in His image. And this creature, upon seeing itself so perfect and upon being, says when it sins: “I do not want to submit my ‘I’ to anything.” With that, the creature loses the reason for its “I” dependent on the divine “I” and, eternally remains without a reason for being, not being able to live of the Infinite One, the only one capable of making it happy, and everything turns for it into eternal torture. (15-9-66)
By virtue of the perfection of His nature, God is and acts in infinite perfection, in such a way that if He were to do anything imperfect, He would cease to be God. How rashly does the twisted mind of man say before the workings or the divine plans that, due to his limited being, he understands not: it would have been better the other way around! And, saying even: God has done things wrong. (8-6-70)
God’s infinite Holiness is so excellent, that, when it was offended, there was no possibility in the creature to make reparation to it with dignity; and God Himself, by becoming incarnate, becomes Himself an infinite Response of reparation, that redresses and adores His holiness. (16-10-74)