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Prve tajomstvo svetla MV

4. 6. 2016

Maria Valtorta najprv opisuje krajinu, ktoru videla :

Jordan a pust

I see a bare, flat country, without any villages or vegetation.  There are no cultivated fields, but a few odd plants are growing here and there in clusters, like vegetable families, where the deep soil is less parched.  Imagine that the arid waste land is on my right-hand side, with my back turned to the north, and the harsh area stretches southwards.

     On my left instead, l can see a river with very low banks, flowing slowly from north to south.  The very slow flowing water makes me understand that there are no falls in the level of the riverbed and that it flows in such a flat country as to form a depression. The movement of the water is just sufficient to avoid the formation of marshes.  The river is so shallow that the bottom can be seen: I would say the water is a metre deep, or a metre and a half, at most.  It is as wide as the river Arno in the S. Miniato-Empoti area: about twenty metres. However, I am not good at estimating.  And yet its color is blue with a light green hue near the banks, where on the humid soil, there is a strip of thick green vegetation, very pleasant to look at: the sight of the stony, sandy bleakness of the ground tying before it is, instead, a very monotonous one indeed.

     The internal voice, which l told you I hear and tells me what I must take note of and know, is now warning me that I am looking at the Jordan valley.  I am calling it a valley, because that is the name used to indicate the place where a river flows, but here it is incorrect to call it so, because a valley presupposes the presence of mountains, but I do not see any mountains in the neighborhood. In any case, I am near the Jordan, and the waste land on my right is the desert of Judah.

     If it is correct to call a desert a place where there are no houses or man's works, it is not so according to our idea of a desert. There are none of the undulating sands of the desert, as we understand it, but only bare ground strewn with stones and rubble, like alluvial grounds after a flood. There are hills in the distance.

     And yet, near the Jordan, there is a great peace, something special and unusual, as one often feels on the shores of Lake Trasimeno.  It is a place which seems to be full of memories of angels' flights and celestial voices.  I cannot describe exactly what I feel.  But I feel that I am in a place that communicates with my soul.

     While I am watching these things, I notice that the right bank of the Jordan (in respect to me) is becoming crowded with people.  There are many men dressed in different fashions. Some seem ordinary people, some rich, and there are some who appear to be Pharisees, because their tunics are adorned with fringes and braids

 

 

Potom popisuje Jana a Jezisa

    In the midst of them, standing on a rock, there is a man whom I recognize at once to be the Baptist, although it is the first time I have seen him. He is speaking to the crowds, and I can assure you that his sermon is not a sweet one.  Jesus called James and John the Sons of thunder. Well then, what should we call this impetuous orator?  John the Baptist deserves the names of thunder- bolt, avalanche, earthquake, so impetuous and severe he is in his speech and gestures.

     He is announcing the Messiah and exhorting the people to prepare their hearts for His coming, eradicating all obstructions and rectifying their thoughts.  But it is a violent and harsh speech.  The Precursor does not possess the light hand Jesus used to cure the wounds of hearts.  He is a doctor who lays the wound bare, scrutinizes it and cuts it mercilessly.

     While I am listening -- I am not repeating the words, because they are related by the Evangelists, but here they are amplified in impetuosity -- I see my Jesus proceeding along a path, which is at the edge of the grassy shady strip coasting the Jordan.  This rustic road -- it is more a path than a road -- seems to have been opened by the caravans and the people who throughout years and centuries, passed along it to reach a point where it is easy to wade, because the water is very shallow.  The path continues on the other side of the river, and disappears from sight in the green strip of the other bank.

     Jesus is alone.  He is walking slowly, coming forward, behind the Baptist.  He approaches noiselessly and listens to the thundering voice of the Penitent of the desert, as if He also were one of the many who came to John to be baptized and purified for the coming of the Messiah.  There is nothing to distinguish Jesus from the others.  His clothes are those of common people, but He has the bearing and handsomeness of a gentleman. There is no divine sign discriminating Him from the crowd.

     But it would appear that John perceives a special spirituality emanate from Him. He turns round, and at once identifies the source of the emanation. He descends impulsively from the rocky pulpit and moves quickly towards Jesus, Who has stopped a few yards away from the crowd and is leaning against the trunk of a tree.

     Jesus and John stare at each other for a moment: Jesus, with His very sweet blue eyes; John with his very severe black flashing ones.  Seen from nearby, one is the antithesis of the other.  They are both tall -- their only resemblance -- for all the rest, they differ immensely.  Jesus is fair haired.  His hair is long and tidy, His face is white ivory, His eyes blue, His garment simple, but majestic.  John is hairy: his straight, black hair falls unevenly onto his shoulders, his sparse dark beard covers his face almost completely, but his cheeks, hollowed by fasting, are still noticeable, his feverish eyes are black, his complexion is dark, tanned by the sun and weather-beaten, his body is covered with hairs, he is half- naked in his camel-hair garment, which is tied to his waist by a leather belt and covers his trunk, reaching down to his thin sides, whilst his right side is uncovered and bare, completely weather- beaten.  They look like a savage and an angel, seen close together.

 

Potom sa ozyva hlas Jana,ktory Jezisa spoznava: HLA, BARANOK BOZI.Čo je pricinou, že moj Pán prichádza ku mne?

a Jezis odpoveda, preco prichadza : 

Aby som naplnil ritus pokania.

Ale Jan tomu nerozumie a brani sa, ze to on musi ist k Jezisovi, nie Jezis k nemu...

A Jezis odpoveda: Nechaj, aby sa to stalo podla MOJEJ VOLE,

prajem si, aby VSETKA SPRAVODLIVOST bola naplnena, a aby tvoj ritus sa stal  zaciatkom  vyssieho TAJOMSTVa a aby clovek dostal zpravu, ze OBET je na tejto zemi.