Was there not a light round His head?
Did not the sky grow bright?
The men's eyes were dazzled so that they were obliged to shade them with their hands in order not to be blinded.

A sound came out of the light, a voice was heard: "He is My Son! He is My beloved Son!" They were beside themselves; their bodies were lifeless, for their souls were in the heights.

Then Jesus came down to them out of the light.

His countenance had a strange look; something extraordinary had passed over Him.

With outstretched arms He came slowly towards the disciples: "Simon! Did you say that of yourself?
It was surely an inspiration from above.