An old monk by the name of Ioakeim, from the Monastery of Grigoriou, writes:
I’d made my final decision and left secretly for the Holy Mountain. The journey was uneventful. I passed through and visited a lot of monasteries and sketes and carefully studied the way of life in each. Having collected much valuable information I decided to become a monk at the Holy Monastery of Blessed Gregory.
Before I entered the monastery, I was very tired, so I went to lie down in the shade in a place that was both sheer and hard to reach, just above Yiftario. But I couldn’t get to sleep no matter how I tried.
Sleep wouldn’t come. One flight of the imagination after another, one thought ...
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