Last night in my dream, I saw an angel with huge wings who was about 25 feet away from where I was standing; he/she was with someone/something but I couldn’t quite get a clear view who/what it/he/she was. As the angel was getting closer to where I was, I suddenly recognized my dad standing in front of me; he was wearing his usual checkered short-sleeved shirt and he was smiling. Then he said: “Hi Teresa;” he bent forward, hugged me gently and he left. I was so happy I couldn’t contain myself; so ecstatic, I got tongue-tied that I couldn’t speak. I woke up reminiscing what just happened, over and over and over again. Every now and then, I do something atypical in a sense that I beg our Lord to allow my dad/brother visit me in my dreams. This night was one of those times that I literally made a true-hearted invocation, and guess what, my Guy did not disappoint! AWESOME! I’m grateful. Keep ‘em comin’, God!
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My beloved dad told me:
“I was looking down from above and I saw you and everyone crying and mourning my death; you were all sad. For the moment that my eyes were intently fixed on the terrestrial events of the other world, while looking down, I realized that I didn’t have anything on my feet; I didn’t have my slippers… I was barefoot. Before I knew it, Jesus was rushing towards me and He put slippers on my bare feet!”
Dreams, April 2009 (a month after his death)
While adoring Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, a man from nowhere suddenly grabbed the monstrance where my Sweet Jesus is displayed for worship, and hurried himself out toward the exit door. By impulse, I instantly stood up and ran after the man. The mystery man cut his way through many different, unfamiliar side streets and ran awfully fast that I could barely keep up with his pace. I can’t recall what I did but I somehow managed to get hold of the monstrance (alive) and placed it close to my heart and ran as fast as I could not knowing where my tired and aching feet would take me.
I finally stopped running and went inside a house full of people, simply observing, with both arms crossed over my chest securing the monstrance, tightly hidden, fully determined not to let go of Jesus until I know for certain that He is safe. I looked around and noticed that most of the people were wearing clerical collars. We have priests in the house! Talk about Divine Providence.
I slowly unfolded my arms with full view of the vessel for everyone to see, only to find out that the glass luna of the monstrance was cracked in the middle but the consecrated Eucharistic host remained intact! Everyone knelt and bowed down in worship, and my Sweet Jesus was on display once again and was given the adoration and reverence He truly deserved. AWESOME!
Then I woke up 🙂
January 21st, 2008
A soft, gentle and unfamiliar female voice whispered my name in the wee hours of the morning (3:57 a.m.) that literally woke me up. It was very calm and had a soothing sound to it. The sweet voice called out “Teresa” (tee-ree-sa). I can’t think of anyone who would be “calling” me; I would like to think that it was Mama Mary and I am sticking to it! 🙂