Next to Peter’s See

In Mother Trinidad we can see how the clear awareness of God’s action turning her into ‘the Echo of the Church’ goes always hand in hand with the need to give to the Church, in the person of the Holy Father, everything she has received as a result of that very action.

From the earliest times she repeated –especially in 1959, when the Lord introduced her into His mysteries– ‘with all to John XXIII;’ words which she would later redefine with the expression “with all to the Pope”.

On the morning of February 3, 1996, St. John Paul II received Mother Trinidad in a private audience. During this close and warm encounter, she wanted to express to the Holy Father through a simple verse the mission of The Work of the Church, which many years ago the Lord had asked her to found: ‘The Work has to prolong me when I shall go to Heaven, by saying what I have “seen,” following God’s command, in order to expose in His Church how Christ founded Her, in Her essential mission sealed with Divinity.

We remember those days in this publication and the main steps of Mother Trinidad and of her Work of the Church in Rome.


An excerpt of the book

“Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia

and her Work of the Church”


Mother Trinidad, “only the Lord guided and directed her” (Dt 32). Her confessors, even those who better understood her, limited themselves to verify the authenticity of that guidance.

But sometimes the Lord led her without her knowing momentarily the reasons and the end towards He was leading her. This is what happened in her last trip to Rome.

Impelled by God, and after a trip of many vicissitudes, she arrived in the city of Peter on the 25th of February 1993. There the Lord awaited to manifest Himself to her on the 7th of March in the splendour of his Divinity, and to give her new impulses of light and supernatural action. A new day was dawning after the dense night of a long and terribly painful illness in which “the Echo remained in silence, flooded with words”.

Also in the Prophets there were times of silence, that were like a different manner of God crying out to his people, maybe for not having heard Him at the appropriate moment.

After that visit from God, the Echo of the Church again resounded with a new tone. Above all she understood and expressed that she had already to remain “next to Peter’s See” to live and to die there. Her vocation carried her to that. For this she had come to Rome.

That impulse of the year 1959 of “with all to the Pope” would start to become a reality as only God knew.

Already in that year, among the very rich mysteries of the Church, God had shown her what Peter is and the position he has in the centre of his holy People, and He had infused in her spirit a profound union with the Successor of Peter, the Pope, union that she had to communicate to her children and to all Christians, because:

          Only in the Church, where Christ is manifesting Himself through the Pope, the Truth is given in all its truth to the man who seeks it in the voice of the supreme Shepherd. (7-1-70)

          The Church is a mystery of unity, and in order for her to be one in the unity of God, the Holy Spirit remained with the Pope and with the Bishops who, in union with him, proclaim the unity of the Church in her truth, in her life and in her mission.(22-11-68)

And already in April of 1959, after that flooding of lights from God, directed to the children of the Church, she cried out:

          […] If to everything I have in my soul the Church were to say no, were it possible, I would tear out my soul, because before being soul I am Church. (18-4-59)

Soon after arriving in Rome, the doctors discover a new invading illness that placed her in many instances at death’s door. Mother Trinidad maintains constant her Yes to the Lord and in the midst of the pain she rejoices knowing that her cross gives much glory to God; and that is the supreme end of her life: to give Him glory. Offered for the Church, her pain is very fruitful.

But in the middle of all that, the breath of God strongly impels her, and she writes and dictates in prose and in verse, and she records videos under an action of God that she cannot contradict. Her body is falling apart, but her spirit –as Saint Paul said– renovates day by day, and her fertility increases for the Church.

The word of the Lord is noticeably fulfilled in her: “power is made perfect in weakness”. (2 Cor 12)

And Mother Trinidad leaves all entrusted in testament to The Work of the Church so that it may maintain it and perpetuate it in the bosom of the Mother Church.

Finally, on the 3rd of February 1996, she is received in private audience by the Holy Father John Paul II, where she can place her soul, loaded with God’s gifts, in the hands of the Successor of Saint Peter, who understands and embraces this exceptional soul, who finds herself comforted, being welcomed by the Supreme Shepherd of the Church.

In December of that same year the Pope visited the Parish of Our Lady of Valme in Rome, entrusted to The Work of the Church. Mother Trinidad counted on receiving the Holy Communion from his hands and to have a brief meeting with him afterwards. But unexpectedly she became so ill that she had to be put to bed, offering to God this painful setback as incense burned for his glory.

When the Holy Father learned of this, he was determined to visit her himself in her bed of pain. He blessed her and consoled her with his hand and his heart of Father and Supreme Shepherd. Mother Trinidad cried out of emotion, humble and grateful. It was the 15th of December 1996. In this way the Lord turned her pain in joy. The Pope already knew Mother Trinidad and wanted to perform this highly significant act.

“The Echo of the Church” had been received by Peter and, next to his See, rested, consoled with the joy of the Holy Spirit.

Only a desire remained that had been caressed by Mother Trinidad for a long time.

And one year after that visit, on the 20th of December 1997, the Holy Father John Paul II approved The Work of the Church raising it to pontifical law, and maintaining it in its singularity, without fitting it in any of the forms of consecrated life already in existence. What Christ had announced to Mother Trinidad forty years earlier, Christ’s Vicar formally confirms it. God is faithful!

There is no longer reason for Mother Trinidad to have to tear out her soul to obey the Church. The Church has said “yes” to her. And she was told this by him who “when he opens, no one shall shut, when he shuts, no one shall open”. (Is 22, 22)

“Next to Peter’s See”. An extract from the writing: 
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Should I succeed…

In God His family life is essentially a Trinitarian mystery of divine communication. In the case of God His communication gives life and so we call it communion; and God rests and rejoices in His perfect and complete communion and communication.

Because we are God’s children we also need to communicate and live in communion. In our case, we perceive this need as quite unfulfilled due to the inability of our limited capacities to be and live, wounded by our original sin. Besides, this disability increases in an exagerated way when we feel not only the need to express what we are and live, but also what God is and lives. Which is why Mother Trinidad says in this poem: ‘If I succeeded…’ in expressing Heaven, but I cannot!

Yet, in her inability, she expresses it, indeed!



“Should I succeed…”


Should I succeed in saying,
in my pitiful expression,
this which I feel in my depth,
when I sink in my Heavens…!,

in that ineffable joy
that, in the Incarnation of the Word,
God showed to me when taking me
inside the depth of his enclosure…!

Should I succeed, in my manner,
in deciphering with concepts
that which I live in my innermost being,
when the Eternal approaches,
when He puts me in the forges
of his coeternal mysteries…!

If I were to say, in my mission
to say what in me I have,
to say the saying of God
that I hold in my innermost being…!

Should I succeed in some manner,
even if I were to do it dying,
in breaking the profound depth
of living on my secret…!

How to say what is inexpressible
in my anguished lament…?

But, if I cannot say it,
even less can I not expose it!
as the strength of God,
introduced in my breast,

drives me to express
what I have, as I can,
even though martyrdom kills me
for defiling my secret.

How sad it is to die grieving,
even though the Heavens shroud me!

Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia

The Love is surrounding me

Mother Trinidad has spoken often of “the profanation of my Secret,” that is: upon living and experiencing the depth of the mysteries of faith, she perceives there is an abyssal depth between what these truths really are and what she grasps of them; between what she perceives and what she expresses there exists another abyss; and still, between what she expresses and what we perceive upon reading her experiences there exists another abyss.

After all these statements we will understand better the efforts made to help us discern at least the content of her experiences by the multiplication of adjectives and epithets with a very rich diversity of nuances. A richness that bring us closer to the mystery of God’s being and doing.

In the first poem almost in every stanza we can discover different nuances in God’s workings in her soul: “impetuous kiss,” “romance of love,” “deep heartbeat,” “breathes there inside,” “piercing cautery,” “sharp penetration”… These are all invitations to unveil what she lives: “let my chest break out in songs!”….

In the second poem, “My peace,” it is striking how many efforts she makes to find comparisons that may help us grasp her profound experience of one of the infinite divine attributes: “God is peace”.



“The Love is surrounding me”


The Love is kissing
with impetuous kiss,
in silence.

Like a romance of loves,
He is saying words,
in secret.

Deep is His heartbeat,
in my marrow I feel it,
without concepts.

Since the living God “breathes”
where He dwells, therein,
in my bosom.

Inside is my Lover,
in piercing cautery;
like a fiery arrow,
this I notice.

Kissing are the volcanoes
which short arrows at my chest
with sharp penetration
of mystery.

The Love is surrounding
the silenced encounters
of His silent passing,
in cauteries.

Moved heart,
beat inside the chest!
in beats of pure love,
for God conceals Himself with fire
in your enclosure.

Infinite Majesty
in infinitude of Immense,
You pass kissing upon kissing
from Your height to this earthly ground,
behind the veils.

Conversations that invite,
by the voices of silence,
to adore the Infinite
in the everlasting way
of the Heavens…

Let my chest break out in songs!
burst out, in his quiet way,
uttering the excellences
of the Infinite One in His being Himself
on earth!

Burning flames of pure love,
fill my chest with live coals!
because God passes kissing
inside, with His eternal way,
at my centre.

Leave me, creatures,
go straight past this enclosure!
Do not interrupt the loves
between my soul and my Master,
in words of love!

Leave me, for God kisses me,
deep, very deep inside,
in the chest…!

Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia


“My peace”


Peace is like the breeze of the sea
on a calm day,
in the resounding of its serene waves
that come and go
without letting them reveal their task,
because they are calm
in their being and in their doing,
according to what they are.

Peace is something deep, secret,
that is contained in the depth of the chest
and is lived in mystery
of quiet silence.
And, in its breeze of going and coming,
their savours impregnate with joy,
in their being and in their doing,
like sweet nourishment.

Peace is a living
of such tenuous accents,
that, in divine and eternal savourings,
one feels Him who Is, unknowingly.

Peace is such a sure why,
that it leaves, in its centre replete
him who lives comfortably established
and is founded
on the savoured taste which surrounds the Immense.

Whoever lives on God,
seeking only to keep Him happy,
willing nothing but that,
that one finds the secret
that contains the peace
in his being and in his doing,
which is God Himself,
living in his centre.
Since the peace is knowing himself
to know what has to be
and have it attained,
and, even more, possessed deeply inside.

Peace is like the sea
with its tranquil waves
in the serene days,
when, though they come and go,
nothing disturbs the calmness
of the sweet mission
that has been assigned to them.

Like a silent breeze is
the peace in my chest,
in rumours of Glory
and in Heaven’s silence,
in sublime sweetness,
like an infinite kiss
of God at my centre.

God Himself is the Peace
mysterious, divine and secret,
that impregnates my being with His breath;
it is God Himself who kisses my soul
with the silent breeze
of the volcano that has Him locked up
in His concealment.

It is God Himself,
who, being infinite sweetness,
rocks me with the gentle radiance
of His flight.

God Himself is
the sweetness of infinite peace
that I feel!

Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia

‘For them I have shed all my Blood…’

The month of June is the month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. To speak about the Heart of Jesus means to speak about His Mercy. The Mercy of the thrice Holy God, who – from the height of His majesty – did not hesitate in descending to the misery of our sin.

This is why, the more we know the admirable mystery of God in His Being and in His Persons, the more we feel overwhelmed, captivated and grateful in contemplating the outpouring of His love upon us.

How happy God is in His intimate life! How immense is the Heart of Jesus, the Heart of the Incarnate Word. A Heart that overflows with merciful love for us!



From the Father’s Bosom,
in the impulse and the love of the Holy Spirit,
through Christ’s open side who infinitely atones
to the thrice Holy offended God,
the torrential Affluents of the Divinity overflow
in redeeming compassion of divine
and infinite Mercy on fallen humanity



     On June 22nd, Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, at dawn, invaded by the light of the divine mind that was going more deeply all the time more acutely and penetratingly into the most recondite and depth of my spirit, about God’s mystery been in Himself and in splendorous manifestation of His sovereign Majesty outwards;

Painting of the Sacred Heart of Jesus
which dominated the Mother Trinidad’s family shoe store.

I sensed, revealing itself to me very clearly and deeply, that the same way God in the infinitude of His attributes and perfections is a sole and unique act of being in the Trinitarian activity of the Divine Family; in which His being Himself to be Himself the Being and His acting are in that sole and unique act of being, in which God is Himself for Himself, been and standing in being of Himself in Himself, by Himself and for Himself in coeternal and consubstantial joy of Divinity, by His infinite subsistence;

in that same act of being, although in a different way, God brings about outwards, for the manifestation of His infinite power and the splendour of the glory of His Name, the creation, and the sublime, divine, amazing and enthralling portent of the Incarnation for the restoration of fallen humanity. […]

    And this same day of the 22nd, penetrated by the burning fires of the Holy Spirit, reverent and adoring before Jesus become Sacrament, in the tabernacle; and in a more transcendent way at the moment of the Holy Mass when realizing that the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus was being celebrated; […]

     was being imprinted on my spirit which overflowed with joy under the breeze of His proximity, and introduced into the divine mysteries, how the Incarnation is likewise a personal and Trinitarian act in God.

    Who, at the breakage of His eternal designs over creation because of the “I will not serve you” of the fallen man; moved with compassion of infinite tenderness, He determines, by the Father’s will, in the Word, by means of the love of the Holy Spirit, for the splendour of His infinite might in manifestation of praise of His glory, that the Infinite Word become Man; bowing to our misery, full of merciful love. […]

    And before the infinitely subsistent and sufficient excellence of He who is, and His outpouring towards humanity, full of merciful love; under the nothingness, the poorness and the misery of my nothingness because of the limitation of my vileness and baseness, returning to my song of pure love in a hymn of praise, my soul exclaims, exceeded and full of joy in the Holy Spirit:

     Who like God…! and how can the human creature and all created things compare favourably with God…!

    And full of gratefulness to the merciful three times Holy God, I need to tell in a simple and spontaneous way what happened to me, being still very young, when I was selling at the shoe shop of my parents.

Façade of “La Favorita” Shoe Shop,
owned by Mother Trinidad´s family.


Therefore I next quote this fragment of a writing of the 8th of May of 1997.

    “One day, […] when some wretched looseliving women entered our shoe shop, immediately I began to serve to them, so that my brother Antonio would not have to do it.

And the poor things began speaking in a very shameless way, making many roguish remarks to one another, and saying coarse words.

Whereat, I, indignant, ran hastily to the back room where my brother was, and as though with much religious dignity –poor me!–, I said to him:

    ‘In our house and in our shoe shop, since we have the image of the Sacred Heart placed at the centre of the shoe shop, we cannot allow anyone to speak this way! Therefore, right now! I go off and send them away.’

While my brother, with the same dignity and religious pride as I, told me:

    ‘Throw them out, let them go away from our house.’

And when I came out swiftly from the back room to send them off, telling them – with what I believed was a holy pride– that in our house, so religious and so decent! one could not speak that way…; oh! […] what happened to me:

a phrase was engraved in the innermost and most recondite depths of my spirit that, as long as this poor daughter of the Church lives, I will never be able to forget:

    ‘For them I have shed all my Blood…’

Whereat, stopping dead, I quickly returned where my brother was, saying to him deeply contrite and impressed:

    ‘Antonio… for them Jesus has shed all His Blood…’

My brother, not knowing the reason of my change of attitude, answered to me very bluntly:

    ‘send them off! let them go away! let them go away…!’

    Entering the shoe shop again, deeply affected because it was not a little or a small drop, no, but all the Blood of Jesus that had been shed for each one of them! I felt so much love…! so much understanding…! so much tenderness…! that, if Jesus had been the one there, I could not have served Him better.

    So that I experienced the desire to throw myself at their feet and, embracing them, kiss them […]; I who have always been so clean and ‘scrupulous,’ with the dirty and sweaty that, sometimes, the clients had their feet…!

  But, at the thought that Jesus had shed all His Blood for each of those wretched women, I felt I was consumed with tenderness and love towards them.

    This being for all my life a most profound lesson that the Lord gave to my soul, so that I might understand and excuse human fragility, and love the souls as He loved them; because, for each and everyone, Jesus had shed, not a very little nor a drop, but all of His most holy Blood in Redemption of merciful love!

     Coming to my mind today, full of love and compassion, the passage of the Gospel in which Jesus, alone before the adulterous woman, said to her: ‘Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you? —No one, Lord… —Neither do I condemn you. Go, and from now on do not sin any more.’15” […]


Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia
Collection “Light in the night -The mystery of faith given with loving wisdom” Opusc. 14 “God is He who is Himself





My time before the Tabernacle

We must have probably wondered sometime: What is Jesus doing in the Tabernacle?

During the Holy Mass, a central moment takes place when the priest, raising in his hands the chalice and the paten, says: “Through Him, with Him, and in Him, O God almighty Father, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, forever and ever. Amen”

The Church summarizes in these words the posture of Christ at the Altar. In the tabernacle this remains the permanent posture of Christ the Victim. This is the fundamental “priestly posture” of Christ.

Mother Trinidad identifies with this posture in the poem “My time before the Tabernacle”. It is the priestly posture of Christ’s soul that gives shape to the richness, mission and tragedy of Christ.





“My time before the Tabernacle”


     My times before the tabernacle are
the preludes of the Eternal,
my joys of Glory,
my cravings for Heaven…

     My times before the tabernacle are
where, in mourning grieves,
I cry with my suffering God,
I collect His sorrows,
I perceive His martyrdoms
and I am consumed in His fires…

     My times before the tabernacle are
where my open spirit
receives the omnipotence
of the immense Powers;
it is there where I feel fruitful,
where I embrace the universe,
where I reach everywhere,
in order to fulfil the mission
of my thirsty spirit…
giving souls to God
by my mission as Echo
in the holy Mother Church,
immersed in Her mystery.

     In my times before the tabernacle,
permeated With the Immense,
I radiate throughout the world
the songs of my Word.

     My times before the tabernacle are
yearnings in torment,
for not finding the One whom I long for
behind the light of His mystery.

     My times before the tabernacle are,
whether in Heavenly clarities,
or in the sad darks,
those that fill the torturing caverns
of my chest.

     I seek God in the strange way
that He is given to us in the exile:
in the happiness of glory
or in winter solitudes…

     But it does not matter to the one who loves
with nostalgias of the Eternal
to wait day after day,
knowing that a tabernacle
is the gate of the Heavens!

     That is why I search in my life,
in my nights and my sorrows,
in my tortures of death,
in my bloodless martyrdom,
in my prolonged waiting
and in the night of winter,
when the frost covers me,
when hell attacks me,
behind the doors of the tabernacle
the opening of the Heavens…!

     What does it matters to me that I do not feel
in the presence of my open tabernacle,
if the torch of the faith,
as a lighted star,
utters to me that that Bread
is the glory of the Eternal…?!

     Therefore, search, son of mine,
with untiring efforts,
with death agonies
and even with hell tortures,
for long moments before the tabernacle,
although you only perceive,
in your pitiful suffering
within the darkness,
the tragedy of the dead God…

     Seek times before the tabernacle,
without looking for anything else but the Eternal,
waiting for nothing but Him;
knowing through the hope
that, eventually, the Heavens will be opened…!

     Do not get tired, because love
does not know discouragement!
Therefore, pray untiringly
before your open tabernacle,
where the Lord has remained
in a small Sustenance,
so that you may seek Him
with hopes in fire…

     Pray untiring, son of mine,
for my heart, wounded
by the voices of the Eternal,
today lovingly begs you
with my outcries in zeal…!

     Pray untiring, son of mine,
so that you may taste Heaven!
And pray untiring, son of mine,
giving consolation to Jesus.


Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia