Yet as with most of those saints..

"Yet, as with most of those saints, people would not understand you. And when you tried to
explain your sense of peace, your joy in life, your inner ecstasy, they would listen to your
words, but not hear them. They would try to repeat your words, but would add to them.
They would wonder how you could have what they cannot find. And then they would grow
jealous. Soon jealousy would turn to rage, and in their anger they would try to convince you
that it is you who do not understand God.

And if they were unsuccessful at tearing you from your joy, they would seek to harm you, so
enormous would be their rage. And when you told them it does not matter, that even death
cannot interrupt your joy, nor change your truth, they would surely kill you. Then, when they
saw the peace with which you accepted death, they would call you saint, and love you again.
For it is the nature of people to love, then destroy, then love again that which they value
most."