XLVI - Teaching 1: The Holy Gate

When aspirants to Ordination pass through the Golden Gate toward the House of the Mother, they enter Her sanctuary for the first time. It is called sanctuary because nobody treads on it, except souls consecrated to it.
But, who has given to these souls the big key to open this Gate?
This Gate is a symbol for the majority: it is the image of purity that a soul would wish to reach, although this aspiration remains there suspended in the world of dreams.
This Gate makes exclaim to the souls so many times: “How different life from the one imagined by me!”, although all violated and profaned doors are mute witnesses of the though reality.
But this symbol came true to the Ordained. They reached the Closed Gate, the Mystical Gate: the Gate that only opens inside.
The dream of a realized life came true; constancy and faith sustained this dream and were the holy keys that in the Divine Mother’s hands opened her Gate.
Oh Mystical Gate! Oh Gate imagined by all souls during their pure hours! Oh never open Gate, except for those who are consecrated to her!
To reach her is to reach the truly definitive gate.
Houses of parents and friends were a human home where the worldly surge arrived and scattered desolation and sadness; strange figures passed continuously through those doors; moves and changes impeded the establishment of a personality there. Besides, all was uncertain there. Stability was out of question. It was not the Definitive House, but a house. And it was unstable by the very turmoil of the city.
But the soul reached the Mother’s Gate –Unique Gate, Holy Gate and Definitive Gate. There, behind Her, it is the altar and the whole offering of consecrated lives for the sake of love through Holy Vows. This implies to say, “I am Home”, since only souls that have surrendered will be admitted there: souls having neither houses, nor things, nor anything else. .
As vocation matured in the heart of the aspirant, the Golden Gate loomed before his eyes as a vision of the Temple, being convinced that there he would reach his place, his definitive house, the site of peace and rest.
It was as he experienced a gradual transformation into a living and whole part of this Holy Gate, of this Cloistral House.
It is the House of the most consecrated souls because nobody will enter there; nobody will know the place of prayers, renunciation and life, which is inhabited by souls transformed into a perfect holocaust of love! And over all, nobody will know this love, the purest love of the Son for the Mother, who loves to give himself to the souls in the deepest silence, in the most untouchable Fidelity, in perfect Obedience and in Renunciation converted into mystical death.
This Gate will remain ever, ever closed, except for souls consecrated to Her.