ABOUT MYSTICISM AND ITS FRUITS

There are moments when one seeks silence, when one turns inward, toward that invisible space where words vanish and the soul listens. We call this a mystical experience: an encounter with meaning, with oneself, with the Spirit. But what remains of such an encounter if nothing is born from it? Mysticism is not theater, not a demonstration, it is an intimate realm where one is laid bare and healed, carried away and transformed. Mysticism does not console, it delves deeply into the soul, uncovering and rekindling the embers of our inner fires. Mysticism, when nourished by the Spirit, becomes the blessed soil in which the fruits of enduring knowledge are born.