A fire that burns her innermost soul, a strength against which she cannot resist nor fight, drives Mother Trinidad to say that…: “It is urgent to present the true face of the Church, unknown by most of her children”; that “it is necessary to revive and reheat the dogma”; that “it is necessary to grasp the Theology and give it with love to all the children of God”; that “the Father’s bosom is open waiting its fullness with the arrival of all his children”; that “it is necessary to make a Christian revolution in the bosom of the Church…”

The Daughter of Zion appears cast down, like Christ, in Gethsemane, but not for that reason failed or sunk, no! The Father sustains her with the power of his arm, because her royal Head is his very beloved Son with whom He is well pleased.

Dear soul, provide yourself with eagle wings, widen the caverns of your heart, go through the path of love, faith, hope, open your eyes to the truth, so that you may be capable of stretching out your wings and getting into the blissful happiness of the joy of God!

I perceive the mystery of the infinite saying of God the Father to men in a humble manger and in the sacred night of a deep and secret silence…

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.

Children, help me to help the Church; to sweep the rubbish that has fallen in the course of time on the transparent and unblemished mirror, so luminous and shining of Mother Church, where, behind the brilliance of Her luminosity is reflected, revealing itself through the face of Christ, the face of God in Her...!

Today I kiss You, like an enamoured bride, trembling and adoring, in the passing of the ages in all those particles that have fallen on the ground; in order to tell You, in the tender­nesses that from my soul have arisen, when dis­covering the mystery that has afflicted my spir­it in loves, so that I may love with this new nuance of my wounded heart…

The Alone... A loneliness that we will never be able to penetrate in Your infinite-like capacity.... O, Jesus! The reflection of this terrible loneliness were the bleeding moments of Your sorrowful passion, in which Your whole humanity expressed how forsaken was Your soul, not only in Your sorrowful inner tragedy, but also in Your solitary Via Crucis of human abandonment.