The coming of the Holy Spirit. End of the messianic cycle.
There are no voices or noises in the Cenacle house. There are no disciples either (at least, I do not hear anything that authorizes me to say that people are gathered in other rooms of the house). Only the presence and the voice of the Twelve and of Mary Most Holy (gathered in the Supper room).
The room seems larger because the furniture and furnishings are arranged differently, leaving the entire center of the room free, as well as two of the walls. The large table that was used for the Supper has been placed next to the third wall. Between the table and the parecí, and also on the two narrower sides of the table, are the tricliniums used at the Supper and the stool used by Jesus for the washing of the feet. But these tricliniums are not placed vertically with respect to the table, as for the Supper, but parallel, so that the apostles can be seated without occupying all of them, even leaving free one, the only one vertical with respect to the table, only for the Blessed Virgin, who is in the center, in the place Jesus occupied at the Supper.
There are no tablecloths or dishes on the table; it is bare, and the sideboards and walls are bare. The lamp, yes, the lamp shines in the center, although only with the central flame lit, because the small flames that make the corolla of this picturesque lamp are extinguished.
The windows are closed and locked with the sturdy iron bar that crosses them. But a ray of sunlight filters through a small hole and descends like a long, thin needle to the floor, where it sets a little ring of sunshine.
The Virgin, sitting alone on her seat, has Peter and John (on the right, Peter; on the left, John) at her sides in the tricliniums. Matthias, the new apostle, is between James of Alphaeus and Judas Thaddaeus. The Virgin has in front of her a wide, low ark of dark wood, closed. Mary is dressed in dark blue. Her hair is covered by a white veil, covered in turn by the end of her cloak.
Mary reads aloud attentively. But, from the little light that reaches her, I believe that more than reading, she is repeating from memory the words written on the scroll she has open. The others follow her in silence, meditating. From time to time they respond, if it is the case to do so.
Mary's face appears transfigured by an ecstatic smile. What can she be seeing, which has the capacity to light up her eyes like two clear stars, and to blush her ivory cheeks, as if a pink flame were reflected in her: it is truly the mystical Rose....
The apostles lean forward a little, and remain slightly on the side, to see Mary's face as she so sweetly smiles and reads (and her voice seems like an angel's song).
It causes Peter so much emotion that two tears fall from his eyes and, through a path of wrinkles dug on the sides of his nose, they descend to get lost in the bush of his gray-haired beard.
But Juan reflects the virginal smile and lights up like Ella with love, as he follows with his gaze what the Virgin is reading, and, when she brings him a new scroll, he looks at her and smiles.
The reading is finished. Mary's voice ceases. The frufru produced by the unrolling or rolling up of the scrolls ceases. Mary withdraws into a secret prayer, folding her hands on her chest and resting her head on the ark. The apostles imitate her....
A very loud and harmonious noise, with the sound of wind and harp, with the sound of human singing and the voice of a perfect organ, suddenly resounds in the silence of the morning. It approaches, more and more harmonious and strong, and fills the earth with its vibrations, spreads them to the house and imprints them on it, on the walls, on the furniture, on the objects. The flame of the lamp, until now motionless in the peace of the closed room, vibrates as if shocked by the wind, and the thin chains of the lamp tinkle, vibrating with the wave of supernatural sound that shocks them.
The apostles raise their heads in fright; And, as that most beautiful din, which contains the most beautiful notes of Heaven and Earth from the hand of God, draws nearer and nearer, some rise up, ready to flee; others huddle on the ground, covering their heads with their hands and cloak, or beating their breasts, asking the Lord for forgiveness; others, too frightened to preserve the restraint they always have with regard to the Most Pure One, come close to Mary.
The only one who is not frightened is John, and it is because he sees the luminous peace of joy that is accentuated in the face of Mary, who raises her head and smiles in front of something that only she knows and then kneels opening her arms, and the two blue wings of her mantle thus opened are extended over Peter and John, who, like her, have knelt down.
But, all that I have taken minutes to describe has been accomplished in less than a minute.
And then enters the Light, the Fire, the Holy Spirit, with a last melodic clamor, in the form of a most lucent, most ardent globe; He enters this closed room, without any door or window moving; and He remains suspended for a moment above Mary's head, about three feet from her head (which is now uncovered, because Mary, on seeing the Paraclete Fire, has raised her arms as if to invoke Him and has thrown back her head, emitting a cry of joy, with a smile of boundless love).
And, after that moment in which all the Fire of the Holy Spirit, all the Love, is gathered on His Bride, the Most Holy Globe splits into thirteen singing and brightest flames - its light cannot be described with any earthly parallel - and descends and kisses the forehead of each of the apostles.
But the flame that descends upon Mary is not a tongue of vertical flame upon kissed foreheads: It is a crown that embraces and nimbus the virginal head, crowning as Queen the Daughter, the Mother, the Bride of God, the incorruptible Virgin, the Full of Beauty, the eternal Beloved and the eternal Child; for nothing can defile, and in nothing, the One whom sorrow had made old, but who has risen in the joy of the Resurrection and has in common with her Son an accentuation of beauty and freshness of her body, of her looks, of her vitality. ... already enjoying an anticipation of the beauty of her glorious Body raised to Heaven to be the flower of Paradise.
The Holy Spirit is whirling His flames around the head of the Beloved. What words will He say to her? Mystery! The blessed face appears transfigured with supernatural joy and smiles with the smile of the seraphim, while beatific tears roll down the cheeks of the Blessed One that, when the Light of the Holy Spirit shines on them, look like diamonds.
The Fire remains like this for a while... Then it dissipates... Of her coming there remains, as a memory, a fragrance that no earthly flower can emanate... it is the perfume of Paradise...
The apostles come to themselves.... Mary remains in her ecstasy. She folds her arms on her chest, closes her eyes, lowers her head... nothing more... she continues her dialogue with God... insensible to everything... And no one dares to interrupt her.
John, pointing to her, says:
-It is the altar, and upon its glory the glory of the Lord has rested....
-Yes, let us not disturb their joy. Let us go and preach the Lord, so that his works and his words may be made manifest among the peoples," he says.
Peter says with supernatural impulsiveness.
-Let's go, let's go! The Spirit of God burns in me," says James of Alphaeus.
-And he urges us to act. All of us. Let's go and evangelize the people.
They go out as if pushed by a wave of wind or as if attracted by a vigorous force.
Jesus says (to Maria Valtorta):
-Here ends this Work that my love for you has dictated, and that you have received through the love that a creature has had for me and for me and for you.