‘God said to me, “Mortal man, prophesy to the wind. Tell the wind that the Sovereign Lord commands it to come from every direction, to breathe into these dead bodies, and to bring them back to life.”
So I prophesied as I had been told. Breath entered the bodies, and they came to life and stood up.’
Ezekiel 37:9-10 (GNT)
In Hebrew the Holy Spirit is the ‘ruach hakodesh’ רוח הקודש (thank you, wikipedia) which is something akin to holy breath or holy wind if I recall correctly. Sometimes I think I hear it.
The grace of the virtues and the gifts makes the just soul, as it were, an Aeolian harp which, under the breathing of the Holy Spirit, gives forth the most harmonious sounds, the sweetest as well as the most brilliant, the most piercing as well as the most solemn. As a new leitmotif, which at first is imperceptible and distant, little by little rises, approaches, envelops us, and ends by dominating all, so the mysterious harmony of the Gift of Wisdom rises in our soul. Its superhuman mode scarcely appears at first, and then in rather a negative manner by the disappearance of the human mode of thinking. As Saint John of the Cross says (Ascent of Mount Carmel, Bk II, Ch 11–13; Dark Night, Bk I, Ch 9), meditation becomes impossible or impracticable; the soul has no desire to fix its imagination on any particular interior or exterior object; it is…
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