I hear a whisper from behind the stone calling to each struggling monk

Sons, Please do not get disturbed when you hear them saying bad things about me whether I am still alive or dead. This is the way of the true monks & I have chosen it voluntarily. If I ever desired ease or defenders or supporters I wouldn't have enjoyed spending the most beautiful years of my life in the midst of the mountains & caverns lost & castaway - hurt with no comforters.

They are all beloved companions struggling like me while their souls are downcast. However what was said & being said about me is a demonstration for each of you on how to look up to heaven quietly & patiently till the time of his earthly battle ends up.

Rise up my sons & pursue your struggle focusing on the aim for which you went out to the wilderness, where there is no supporters nor beloveds nor even foes from the physical point of view. This is the true monastic way.

Rise up my sons & pursue your struggle focusing on the aim for which you went out to the wilderness where there is no supporters nor beloveds nor even foes from the physical point of view. This is the true monastic way.

Sons, Seek a fiery power to pursue your way courageously like me. Always seek this & never stop nor get lukewarm about it till you forget what happens around you focusing only on your holy struggle.

Rise up my sons, labor watchfully night & day. Don't pay attention to what the world around you says. I am your father, now I am in my time of relief but do as I did at the time of my struggle.

My sons, I am telling you from now that these days of labor, weariness & being misunderstood are just a melting pot to experience the nobleness of a monk & his isolation away of any hollowness when his soul is humbled by all this. I am telling this to you too who are still in the days of your earthly bridegroom.

My Sons, the ordeals I went through were my teachers & leaders to the unity with Christ the living son of God & which made now at my death carried by the few necks who believed in me to my sculpted tomb quietly & silently.

I am leaving a message to each new monk: don't get downcast & desperate in front of the hindrances of your monasticism. Don't give up your goal; don't suppose that you could defend your monasticism from storms by renouncing your ethics & morals. Storms will happen whether you wanted or not, because simply this is monasticism, however if you accept them humbly hanging on the commandments, your days will be just like a glamorous bridegroom

A meditation of one of the nuns & a spiritual daughter of Father Matta – describing the state of father Matta in a message whispered by her heart from behind the rock.