The present writing moves the soul to leave aside human concepts and be introduced into the silent and vital speech of God, where loving wisdom is poured out without limits, and where one doesn’t see anything with the eyes of the body, and everything is understood with the senses of the soul.

The soul-Church feels so strongly the need for God, and with that same strength is also perceived the urgency to reduce to silence the noise of all earthly things. To experience God’s silence has made possible that entire generations of humble Christians, monks, and anchorites, who were ardently seeking solitude, have found in this theme the explanation to their experience and a renewed drift to discover new and ample horizons.

“Silence is life:
it makes us live Eternity in exile”

When, silenced, the soul perceives the voice of the Eternal One, it breaks, in its clamours, in quiet breeze and in flames of fire, the silence.

Silence speaks as though in melodies of faint concerts… Silence speaks in its sonorous and secret ringing, in mystery. […]

Three classes of silence are perceived, in sacred savouring of eternal mystery, there in the depth of the spirit, in the inner contact, sacrosanct and silenced of the soul with God, and in the times before the tabernacle, immersed in the mystery of the Lord of the Sacrament Who hides, silenced behind the nights of mystery, waiting should someone come to visit Him.

One –the silence of well-being, of savouring, of sweetness, of peace, of rapture–, the one that the soul experiences which, savouring somehow the proximity of the Eternal One, seeks, led by the soft and silent desire that it perceives in its interior, the solitude;
in which it rests lovingly, reposing in the proximity of Him Whom it loves; as though leaning on the chest of Jesus Who waits for it tireless so that, after the search for Him who hurtles to His encounter, it may perceive His delightful, savoury and silent presence, which somehow speaks to it, in the mystery of Jesus’proximity, so silently and supernaturally that, without knowing how it is, is separation from earthly things and sapientially loving and communicative union of the spirit with the God of the Sacrament. […]

Behind this silence, lived in intimacy with Jesus in the Eucharist or by the presence of God in the recondite and intimate recesses of our heart, where the soul-Church through grace, by means of its life of faith, participates in the mystery of God in His Trinity of Persons dwelling in it and being communicated to it in participation in loving life, under the silent and sacrosanct murmur of the Holy Spirit;
persevering in the search for the God of its heart, quietly and gradually, is being introduced, and as though transcended, into another silence which is not earthly; that, rather than silence, is a silent… profound rumour… that is a likeness of faint concerts that fill the soul with recollection, feeling near the Eternal Love, but without possessing Him in the right way that the love rapidly needs it, in the bridal chamber of the Infinite Being, immersed and penetrated into His sacred silence.

The silence of the things of the here brings the soul into contact with God; and this inner silence fills it with life and makes it capable of listening to the Word, of receiving Him, of grasping Him, of perceiving His conversation, of tasting His mystery, of feeding on His joy, on His life, on His perfection and on His secret… […]

And there is a third silence that is different and distant from every earthly thing, because it is proximity of Him who is in possession of the mystery of the Eternal One, and that submerges the spirit and silences it in the infinite Mystery of His profundity. And there, inside that depth, makes it listen to conversations in eternal voices of the Being.

Conversations that are not words, but that is savoury wisdom of secret silence. But a wisdom so lofty and silent and a silence so savoury, that the soul knows savourably and delectably –without knowing– how it is not precisely that it is savouring the sweetness of the earthly silence, even though it be spiritual, but rather that it is immersed and inebriated in the possession of the Silence that God is; that, in cloistral loving compliments, are voices of fire that communicate to the spirit something so mysterious, so unprecedented, so profound and so secret, that the Infinite Silence alone knows how to tell in the savoury conversation of His voices… […]

One thing is to feel the silence of creation that, with its inanimate voice, speaks to us of the Immense One or the sweetness of the spiritual silence, with its peace, its joy, its transcendence in our times of prayer or in the silence of the spirit; and another is to feel introduced into God, who is the eternal, consubstantial, subsistent and divine Silence. It is like a leap from the created to the Uncreated, from the human creature to the Creator, from the human to the divine. […]

When the soul, in its silence, brings itself into direct contact with God, spirit to spirit, it seems that all the noises on earth increase when feeling the touch of the Eternal Silence that is introducing it slowly, lifting it off everything of the here with the breeze of His passing and the brush of His flight, savoury and delectable, in that delicate savouring that brings it into direct union with God Himself. […]

Today I have understood in a new way the profundities of my three silences: One that is repose in peace of solace; another proximity of the God of the Heavens; but another one is cloistral voices of the Eternal One.

The three are savoury, the three are very good; some are earthly, another one Heavenly.

One leads to the other. One is achieved by dint of efforts; another one, which is touch of God, kiss of cautery, sweet proximity, which brings the soul to soar up, which seeks in its demanding, with its relish, the fires of Heaven.

But the other one is God who speaks in secret, inside, in the substance, of His great mystery; it is explanation in voices of fire, communications in His very Bosom of the attributes that, in discovery, God gives us for free in sweet encounters! without man being able to have it by dint of his own favour and to taste the gift of the eternal Silence. […]

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia
An extract from the writing: “THE VOICES OF THE SILENCE THAT IN THE SILENCE SPEAKS “(Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom” Booklet n. 16)
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Fragment of the video of Mother Trinidad “The voices of silence”, recorded on July 15th, 1992 (press PLAY):

Silence is, for the troubled soul, a balm that soothes its injuries and heals its wounds. (18-8-73)
What silence that of God in His Bosom…! What silence that of the Word in the Eucharist…! What silence that of Love within the soul! and in what great silence must the soul listen to Him…! (1-2-64)
Love likes to dwell alone in the soul. That is why, when there was silence, Love uttered Himself; and when Love utters Himself to the soul, there is silence. (1-2-64)