John says:
“It is I. Do not be afraid of me, either. I am charity. I have absorbed and preached it so much and am thus fused into It so much that I am charity that speaks.
“Little sister, we can say this: ‘Our hands have touched the Word of life, for Life became manifest, and we have seen it and bear witness to it.’235
“We can say this - we who repeat the words which our love, Jesus Christ, speaks to us in his goodness surpassing all goodness, and He leads us onto flowery paths where each flower is a truth and a heavenly beatitude.
“We can say this - we who are filled like a copious hive with the sweetness flowing from the divine lips, from those most holy lips which, after having broken the bread of doctrine for the throngs of Galilee, of all Palestine, were able to consecrate the Bread to become divine Flesh and break Himself for the nourishment of man’s spirit. Those most innocent lips which you have seen bleeding and contracting and becoming rigid in the Passion and Death undergone for us.236
“We can say, ‘This is the message which we have received from Him and which we announce to you: God is Light, and in Him there is no darkness.’237 His light is in us because his Word is Light. We live in the Light and hear its heavenly harmony.
“Come, little sister. I want to have you hear the harmony of the heavenly spheres, the harmony of the light, for Paradise is Light. Light overflows and expands from the Triune Splendor and pervades all of Paradise with Itself. We live in and by the Light. It is our joy, our food, and our voice.
“Paradise sings with words of light. It is light. It is the glowing of light that forms these solemn, powerful, soft chords, in which there are the trills of children, the sighs of virgins, the kisses of lovers, the hosannas of adults, and the glory of seraphim. They are not songs like those of the poor Earth, where even the most spiritual things must be clothed in human forms. Here there is the harmony of splendors producing sound. It is an arpeggio of luminous notes rising and falling as the splendors change, and it is eternal and always new, for nothing is weighed down with old age in this eternal Present.
“Listen to this indescribable concert and be happy. Join in with your throbbing of love. It is the only thing you can join to it without profaning Heaven. You are still human, sister, and here humanity does not enter. But love enters. It precedes you. It precedes your spirit. It sings with it. Every other song would be the creaking of insects in the great heavenly choir. Love is already a harmonious sigh in the sweet song.
“May the peace of Jesus, our love, be with you.”
Father, I cannot describe the singing luminosity which I see and hear. I am inebriated with this beauty, this sweetness.
If an immense, boundless rose, made of a light compared to which that of all the stars and plants is the spark of a hearth, in moving its petals in a wind of love, were to form a sound, that would be something which might resemble what I see and hear, which is Paradise immersed in the golden light of the Most Holy Trinity, with its inhabitants of diamantine light. Enough. Enough. I remain silent because the human word is blasphemy when it tries to describe the eternal Beauty of God and of his Kingdom.
235 1 John 1:1-3.
236 In the visions on February 11 and 18.
237 1 John 1:5.