Holy Paisios

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Here is the English translation of the spoken audio and on-screen text in the video:

Those who consider themselves devout cannot understand the following: that they want Saint Paisios to have been born a saint from the moment his mother gave birth to him.  

No! Here, the arena of virtues opened. As soon as life—as soon as his mother throws him into life—the arena begins to become a saint. You will engage in your struggle to become a saint.  

Once, our Saint Paisios, this great saint of ours, Saint Paisios, had a female classmate. And these residents you see were going there and saying to our Saint Paisios, to Paisios the monk back then: "This classmate of yours, who brings cans, pasta, and bread, have you asked her where she finds them?"  

"I haven't asked," says the Saint. "Why, ask her!"  

"I don't know," she says, "she sleeps with men, and what she brings you is what they give her."  

And this girl goes, this girl goes... and the Saint threw her out. He threw away her coffees, threw away her pasta, threw away her milk, and told her, "Get out of here!" He threw her out, he chased the girl away.  

She may have been committing fornication, but she went to the elder, and what did she say? "He is a saint, I am a harlot."  

And as soon as she left, God said: "I will deal with you, my little Paisios, because if I leave you like this, you will not become Saint Paisios to Me." And from human praise, you slipped and judged.  

He takes the passion from the woman and throws it onto Saint Paisios. The devil took him by the leg to drag him to go find a woman and ruin himself.  

When I tell this to the devout, they go crazy! You suffered it, but God took away grace, and you fell. And the Saint goes to the Holy Virgin Mary that you see, falls before her, and says, "Take it away from me!" "No, you will stay right there!"  

The place grew dark. "What good did I do that this thing entered my soul?" He takes the axe he used to cut wood with his right hand and strikes his left leg, cutting it here. And he tells himself, "It will stop here."  

Blood was flowing, his bones were aching, he was screaming from the pain, and passion was still passion. "Instead of going down, I will go up."  

This path had two ways: one that went down, and one that went up. Up where the bears are. "The bears will smell the blood, and they will come to eat me. And I will sit there to be eaten; instead of going down, let a bear eat me."  

And he went up, and not even the bears came to see him! The bears didn't even bother with him! And he says, "How filthy am I! Not even the bears want me! What have I done?"  

And then a ray of light illuminates him from all his prayer—so it wouldn't be in vain—and tells him inside: "What you did to your classmate is the reason. You judged her and humiliated her!"  

As soon as he understood this, he fell right where he was, covered in blood, and started crying and saying, "I have sinned! I have sinned! I am the cause!"  

As soon as he said this, God took away the passion from him. Therefore, suffering leads to learning.