PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

“I have sunk into the mud of the deep and there is no foothold.” There are seasons when the inner world loses its compass and the outer world turns to mist. Days when nothing holds still long enough to be named and every direction seems equally unreliable. The Fathers knew these seasons well. Cassian once wrote that the soul can enter a place where “all things seem confused within,” where discernment wavers like a flame in the wind. St Isaac tells us that God sometimes allows

A Hesychastic Meditation on Psalm 37 (Grail) There are mornings when I wake already in combat. No sound, no movement, only the sudden pressure of thoughts that strike like arrows the moment consciousness returns. As Psalm 37 whispers, “Do not fret because of the wicked,”  I see the enemy clearly: not people, not circumstances, but the shadowed distortions that descend unbidden. The wickedness is within. The torment is unseen. The mind begins its arguments before the body move