This Is the Will of God

The hermit went to early Mass and then confession. The deep peace and love continues; it is as if the soul is enwrapt in thick cotton yet able to perceive as if through mountain air.

The hermit told the confessor of the sense of having "crossed over", and of this being into eight weeks of such serenity and peace, verging on quiet bliss. Then the hermit mentioned how selfish it all seems--to have this contentment, for life to be so easy (although still with much pain--but unaffected by pain).

The confessor said this is not selfishness but rather God's will for the hermit's soul and vocation--that God had definitely called the soul to this and was demonstrating as proof, the peace and contentment.

Then the hermit explained the selfishness of collecting the Catholic books on mystics, victim souls, hermits, and interior life--more than what the hermit can read at once. Shouldn't that money go to the poor?

The confessor said that the hermit needs these books for the spiritual life and growth, and that the books will be passed on to others. He said this is not selfishness.

The hermit also mentioned the dream and message. At first the confessor was cautious when the hermit mentioned the question, but once explained, the confessor found it as it ought be, and union with God is something to be accepted, not hindered, by souls. Yes, and the grapes in the dream represented the mode given by God for us, to help ensure union: the Eucharist; His Precious Blood.

The hermit experienced yet another blissful day. More was accomplished in the hermitage, and only one errand was required for eye drops and antihistamine from a nearby pharmacy. The hermit is trying to bring more order to the hermitage, to straighten and clean and gather another bundle for St. Vincent de Paul's Thrift Shop.
Correspondence (spiritual, of course), some reading, praying in all things, and editing, plus a couple of received phone calls, filled out the day. Nothing phenomenal other than the phenomena of being in God's will moment by moment, offering each seeming triviality, even breath and inner peace: to God, for God, for His glory.