The theater building dream and the dream realization

On the first day of 2024, I had a dream while I was taking a nap in the afternoon.

In the dream, I saw a building that to me seemed to be a theater made from a grand mountain rock where we -- my brother and I -- had to perform an act that seemed to be acrobatics.

The two of us had to hang on something in the center stage in order to perform.

While I was already hanging and my younger brother followed suit, there were some errors in his place so that I told him to get off first in order to get it fixed.

End of dream.

About one 'o clock at dawn of June 17th, 2024 during my stint as a homeless, street person, sleeping in the sidewalk, I was awakened by the rain and tried to sit to see the time on my cellphone, it was past 1:00 AM. But I had difficulty sitting up and my left arm and hand holding on to something and I kept falling back.I tried to stand up. I was able to stand up by getting hold of a parallel bar nearby. And I could not stand by my left leg. It dawned on me I was having a stroke!

I shouted amidst the deafening sound of the rain, "God, what did You do to me?" and cried.

I tried to go back to my cardboard sleeping mat by falling forward.

I was sleeping alone! And nobody would help me at that time. I took my cellphone and I realized I still had one percent battery! I used that opportunity to immediately chat my nephew about my whereabouts and my predicament.

My nephew took a taxi to fetch and deliver me to my sister's house -- already in the morning! My other sister who is in another country was informed and decided to get me hospitalized. I ended up being admitted to a hospital.

I revealed I have an open wound on my left lower leg which was already infected. So the internal medicine-neurologist assigned to me referred me to a surgeon who at once told me to undergo operation for my open wound to see the extent of the infection and cleanse the wound of the infection.

That was my first experience of being admitted to a hospital and having entered for operation in an operating room!

And while I was ushered into the operating room, I was aghast to see a room being labeled "Theater 1." I was ushered in to "Theater 2." I remembered my dream in the new year of 2024! I realized it was the will of God for me to undergo the procedure. I surrendered my whole life and said, "Thy Will be done, Lord!" When the oxygen was placed to my nostrils, my next remembrance was: I was already in the Recovery Room with other patients.

My surgeon said my infection did not go deeper to affect my bone so he would proceed to have me undergo skin grafting to cover my open wound. But first he had to extract sample of the wound tissue for laboratory test to see if the organism could only be eradicated by antibiotics. Thankfully, the lab test showed the organism was not that bad and could only be eradicated by antibiotics!

The surgeon subjected me for another operation. I had to enter operating room again. And I saw there the "Theater 3" but I was ushered in again to "Theater 2."

My recovery was longer than expected because the surgeon had to put a tube into my mouth (as we always see in the movies and TV soap operas!) because my blood pressure jacked up during the operation.

What about my brother I saw in my dream, who "performed with me in the Theater"?

He was actually my brother who volunteered to be my "caregiver" or "watcher" while in the hospital and even after I was discharged from the hospital.

Days before I succumbed to stroke, I went to see my brother and I learned his rehabilitation was being processed. However, he did not want to undergo rehabilitation again for the third time because for him if someone wants to change he could do it even without the aid of rehabilitation. He had undergone rehabilitation twice but still went back to his vice. I told him to explain the matter to my sister who wanted him to undergo the process once again. He wanted a "self-rehab" by living in a farm, doing piggery and poultry.

And then, something happened to me and he has volunteered to be my caregiver! Until my strength gets better through physical therapy.

My lab tests revealed I am not a diabetic. For the last three months, my blood sugar had been four. This has surprised us in the family because our family history showed we have been diabetics, our blood sugar counts are higher than normal.

Poor blood circulation, my doctor said, was the culprit for my condition -- skin diseases and the darkening of the color of my lower legs. And not diabetes. It could be recalled that I had suffered eczema for 12 years; but after that period, I was healed by itself!

And then, another form of skin disease had appeared this time after several years when my eczema had ended.

Hypertension is in our bloodline as other generational curses have been passed down on us by our ancestors; and I am awaiting the realization of my night dream before when the generational curses are lifted off of me and my bloodline during my sleep.

The dream: a local Catholic religious leader, a Mason

I had a hazy, fleeting dream of a figure of a man; and I had the understanding, hearing a mental voice, saying this one who has held the highest position of the local hierarchy of the Church is a Freemason. End of dream.

The December 29, 2022 dream: pre-PBXVI death news

Probably two days before the news of the death of Pope Benedict XVI came out, I had a dream: There was a place that seemed to have a stone slab where somebody was determined to be executed. The executioners were Islamic. Next scene: It was still the same place and there were native rice cake delicacies being sold. I bought and ate the food yet the thought that the particular marketplace was used as the place where an execution happened could hardly be taken out of my mind. It appeared nothing gory and bloody happened in that place though -- but there was! -- because the executioners and those involved cleaned up the crime scene to keep it a secret.

Dream: Young priest reads and thinks latest blog post needs revision

I had a dream yesterday morning: A young, newly-ordained priest read my latest post in this blog. After reading, he commented in his mind that my written post was not clear enough or necessitated revision. The setting of the dream was in the beach. He was like reading my blog post in the beach. 

Remembering the dream awhile ago, I logged in and checked the particular blog post and tried to edit to make it as clearly written as possible.

While I was editing the post, I realized I indeed had a problem in the photo caption. I did a thorough revision in that area -- with the help of the saints and of holy angels.

And I thanked the Lord for the dream, for pointing to me the location of the problem and for finally fixing it.

Dream: Government preempts developing coup!

I had a dream earlier dawn today.

The dream was set in the night and streets adjacent to a particular intersection were being cleared of people.

A machine used to flattening the soil surface in road construction was being utilized first to drive away the people.

Seeing that it failed, they used groups of three men interlocked to each other to shoo the people away from the streets; and finally, it worked.

As a result, people stood by in the sidewalks while I got in to a particular house.

Inside the house, I heard the sharp, thundering voice of a coming aircraft.

A jet fighter plane was seen from the window flying low yet in full speed and in an attacking mode.

The aircraft swerved to a particular street of the intersection and released a missile, targeting and hitting a wall structure that served as barricade to a certain "enemy" headquarter.

The wall structure was replete with pasted logos of something like a windmill wheel in pale red printed on a white backdrop.

Was it the logo of the "enemy" of the present administration?

If God permits, I will draw and show the logo here in this blog post.

The prayer-vision, Kadayawan and answered prayer

As I entranced a shrine church at noon today to say my Saturday crusade prayers, I noticed more or less ten policemen (or military men?) stationed inside the church compound. Not a normal everyday sight! Is it because of the city's celebration of the Kadayawan festivities? But the security preparations of the past celebrations had not been so grand as this year's. I am suspecting something and this something has to do with the prayer-vision I had posted long before the on-going Kadayawan festivities is taking place; and this led my spirit to grasp that the vision I had of the threat of the city and the city mayor is valid as the Lord let me see in a dream but be assured that the Lord has heard our prayers as divinely-confirmed on the mass readings of April 9, 2019. The ISIS-backed plan to attack and take hold of the city and the city mayor as hostage will not prosper. To the glory of God! Amen! The threat to the city and the city mayor, is this the sign that you have seen as divinely confirmed on the readings of August 6, 2019? Going back to my crusade prayers recitation awhile ago, Crusade Prayer 72 (the Disciple's Prayer) caught my attention and it goes this way: 
Dear Jesus I am ready to spread your Holy Word. Give me the courage, the strength and the knowledge to impart the Truth so that as many souls can be brought to You.

Take me into your Sacred Heart and cover me with your Precious Blood, so that I am filled with the graces to spread conversion for the salvation of all of God's children in every part of the world no matter what their creed is. 

I trust in you always. Your beloved disciple. Amen.

Dream: The white-painted interior of the church and the so-called 'papal' portrait

I dreamed just before I was to wake up this early dawn and this is my dream: I found myself inside a particular church which was undergoing renovation. The whole interior was already painted white and the chairs or pews were nowhere in sight. Understandably because the church interior was undergoing re-painting. Inside the said church, I saw two doors, one on the left and one on the right. I saw a number of Caucasian-looking individuals, some men and some women inside the left door and they were like talking to one person. On the right door, I saw a man, a short man, and I knew he was a priest (although not clad in a priestly habit) looking stealthily from the slight opening of the door and looking at me. I went to ask some men-workers delegated to do the interior face-lift about some details of the renovation but the priest inside the right door took my conversation with them as giving some direction to his workers in which act belongs only to him. In a certain wall was hung a portrait of a pope and the photograph showed him wearing a white habit as should be worn by a pope; but I noticed, contrary to papal zucchetto (skullcap) that must be white, his was in pink. Or was it in light red? His face was unrecognizable as he was photographed with his head a bit bowed and the color of his zucchetto showed in the process. Thereby, the one in the picture is not a pope -- but a cardinal under the vestments of a pope.

Reblogged: DU30 and the broken Sto. Niño

'THE HEART WHERE I WILL SPEAK': DU30 and the broken Sto. Niño: I had a dream in my sleep barely a month before this man was to take a seat in the highest office of the republic -- and the dream goes this way: There was a certain platform, a bridge that looks like a stage as well, it was made of steel and plywood installed in the vicinity of a local marketplace. It appears to be an impermanent structure because it has no foundation at all -- it was like a table being put up to be folded back again afterwards. On either ends of the platform, two sets of stairs opposite to each other were being assembled. And I saw this man holding a statue of the Holy Child Jesus or the "Santo Niño" ascending the "bridge" via stairs on the left. He was holding the statue by the left hand and the hand was down, gripping the statue in its middle. I was following him on his ascent -- but I lost sight of him because a group of persons was following him as well. But I was with the group of those following him. On reaching the top left of the platform, he and the entourage walked down the stairs opposite to the stairs he used to make ascent. As I was behind them, I saw the same statue of the Sto. Niño he was holding lying broken beneath the stairs where they passed through on their way down. End of dream.

Rebuking a young seminarian who rebukes me

From sleeping the whole night through, I woke up from a dream this morning. I saw a procession going on. I knew it was an Our Lady of Akita procession because I saw the nun, the visionary of the Akita apparition, sitting there fronting me as the procession was going to the right. The whole appearance of the nun was almost white amidst the backdrop of the darkness of the night and the light of the candles could hardly equal her clarity. A young seminarian, who was among the people watching the procession, rebuked me all of a sudden in a manner where he spoke swiftly. I told him to speak slowly, just the same he spoke swiftly. "You are hiding something!" I told him and I began to speak in tongues loudly to rebuke him. He collapsed on the ground. I went on speaking in tongues, and I was dumbfounded to see his companion seminarian also fell down. And another seminarian who was standing beside me also fell down. I went on speaking in tongues. I was speaking in tongues in my sleep. A close relative heard me and called my name, I woke up and the dream stopped.

Photo courtesy: www.jehannedarc.org

The dream book

A well-known, successful artist-singer-songwriter handed a book to me in the middle of a forest.

"My works are in this book," said he as he turned it over.

Smiling and glowing, fresh-faced and young-looking, the songwriter was clad in clothes for cold.

As I got hold of it, the smell of a brand-new book was wafting in the air.

I flipped through the pages and I saw artistically-taken photographs.

One was a picture of a hole on the bough with the sprouting of a leaflet.

An evergreen against a mahogany branch!

The hole of a branch was seen through a hole of another branch of an old tree.

And beside the photograph was a terse poetry.

An eye within an eye of a thousand and one

But none of the name of the songwriter was there.

I lifted up my head and I was all alone in the woods.

The blogger's note: Who was the artist-singer-songwriter in the dream? The face of the artist in the dream was of a countryman, a currently popular singer-songwriter in the Philippines. Or could it be the soul of an internationally-acclaimed singer-songwriter who died twenty years ago? In my recent online research, I was [and still am!] appalled to find out the late John Denver [described as "legendary" and "mystical"] was not only a singer-songwriter but also an actor, environmentalist, nature-lover and, most of all, had an unpublicized gift in photography! Was the singer-songwriter in the dream John's soul [or spirit] that visited me from Heaven? Or was the singer-songwriter in the dream a representation of the Divine Gift [to be or already] bestowed upon my instrumentality? -fdivinemercy

The secret eye

The "secret eye" in the center of a triangle is a carving on the wooden altar found in the chapel [left side] of San Pedro Cathedral. The whole altar is painted mahogany and the details on the panel are emphasized by painting either silver or gold -- except the eye. The eye is hidden on purpose -- thus, called the "secret eye." The secret eye, though, is "no secret anymore." The eye of the camera through the grace and help of God has seen and unveiled it. Thus: "An eye within an eye of a thousand and one." The dream and the poem is prophetic and we are seeing the fulfillment via the above photograph. The "brand-new book" in the dream? The online book -- the blog.

A triangle with an eye is the sign of the Illuminati.

Men in black cassocks

I had a dream, a nightmare, at one o'clock dawn of September 24, 2017, this very day. I saw a gathering of men clad in black cassocks outside in what looked like a secluded forest in the dead of night. They chanted in unison and full-throated; but the chants were demonic! As soon as hearing this, I spoke in tongues in full voice to rebuke the devilish warble. As I spoke in tongues, I saw myself levitating inside a huge hollowed upright structure. It looked like a belfry. I reached the ceiling just before the large bells are situated. Somebody who heard my frenzied groaning in my sleep woke me up and I was delivered from this nightmare.

DU30 and the broken Sto. Niño

I had a dream in my sleep barely a month before this man was to take a seat in the highest office of the republic -- and the dream goes this way: There was a certain platform, a bridge that looks like a stage as well, it was made of steel and plywood installed in the vicinity of a local marketplace. It appears to be an impermanent structure because it has no foundation at all -- it was like a table being put up to be folded back again afterwards. On either ends of the platform, two sets of stairs opposite to each other were being assembled. And I saw this man holding a statue of the Holy Child Jesus or the "Santo Niño" ascending the "bridge" via stairs on the left. He was holding the statue by the left hand and the hand was down, gripping the statue in its middle. I was following him on his ascent -- but I lost sight of him because a group of persons was following him as well. But I was with the group of those following him. On reaching the top left of the platform, he and the entourage walked down the stairs opposite to the stairs he used to make ascent. As I was behind them, I saw the same statue of the Sto. Niño he was holding lying broken beneath the stairs where they passed through on their way down. End of dream.

Dead bodies everywhere!

I had this dream morning of the other day. I found myself in an "apartment" where a small party was about to begin. Food was already served on the table and young people started coming in. I did not know any of the people I saw there but I was there. Next scene: I found myself outside the apartment with onlookers gathering around. I could see like two men in black suits pouring water on the floor as if to clean up something and in one section of the floor were laid dead bodies of those who attended the party. Next scene: I found myself in the hallway leading to the inside of what seems like a hospital -- and there were corpses everywhere, decomposing; and milky-white worms crawling on the cadavers. A woman in silent mourning was taking watch of her dead child! A little boy -- in the kneeling position with forehead touching the floor and worms slithering on his head and body -- was about to die. There were yellowish, bodily fluids -- fresh and dried -- on the floor and live worms. And the nauseating smell of corpses! The hospital was in operation no longer. Everybody -- and everything! -- was contaminated. I ran to get out! I ran trying to step only on the floors without fluids, worms and corpses. And I woke up.

'Bl. Almendras'

I had a dream at early dawn. There was a tower-like structure where in the middle was an inscription that reads "Bl. Almendras" or "Blessed Almendras." Almendras is a local political name. A little higher than the inscription was a man walking on a platform. The inscription was his name or as he was fondly called. He was admired. Even my nephew told me he is good and kind. But the Lord let me feel who he is. He was satan. I faced him and he faced me. I took my rosary and said it; he took a rosary and said it. But when I shouted that the Blood of Christ was shed for me, he could not say it himself, he could not repeat my declaration. And I woke up. -Diary, November 17, 2008, 11:50 p.m.

Explosion at the park

The dream is in the night. I saw men in black fitting suits rappelling in a certain structure -- the structure looked familiar. By their actions and movements, these men looked like experts. They seemed to be well-trained "soldiers." I was below this structure looking at their adeptness. Next scene: I saw myself standing in the center of the pavement -- a spacious pavement and it looked familiar even though the landmarks were excluded in this scene. All of a sudden, below the place I was standing on, something blew up. It seemed to be a bomb. I was alive and still standing; but those around me fell dead. I only felt the wind of the explosion under my feet. I woke up and I remember this verse: "A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand; but nothing shall befall you." -Psalm 91:7. The structure seemed to be the current appearance of the stage; the pavement, the park. May the reader understand.

The waves of blessings

I was standing in the shore of white sand, facing a great blue sea, the Gulf. 

A friend appeared great and huge and was standing left side of me. 

He was holding a wooden staff in his right hand and made a fine, single line of wave through it on the waters. 

The wave he made overtook three consecutive thick waves coming to me in the seashore. 

And the greatest and mightiest wave that seemed to reach the sky was freezing in the sea -- just like waiting for the first waves to reach the shore.

This is a dream. I had it sometime in September 2007. Before this, prophet Don told me to wait for a Divine Visitation from God through dreams, as the Lord had something to let me know of my future. It must be that dream. -Diary entry of June 7, 2008, 1:47 p.m.

Lightning is fire!

Divine Mercy at work by timeliness of photo capture -- T-shirt stripes and skin complexion coincide with rays and altar colors

You dreamed of the Lord Jesus of the Divine Mercy.

Standing in His Greatness before you, He appeared with two rays of light coming from His Heart; but His Hands were outstretched to shock your head with lightning!

This is perplexing.

But in the silence of the heart, I was led to ask you this question: "May we know your most pressing problem by the time you had this dream?"

"It's concerning my lot wherein adjoining neighbors took some portions from," you replied.

And God brought you immediately to a realization, your "Aha!" moment: Your dream is prophetic. It already came to pass and you survived it.

The fire that razed the neighborhood including your house is the "lightning" coming from the Hands of God -- the Divine Justice -- in the light of the Divine Mercy. God is providing a learning experience for the unrepentant and a way out for God's people.

All is back to normal with new houses reconstructed in the fire-devastated neighborhood, including yours; and see if the old practice of stealing slices from your lot is still committed?

"None! Everything's fair after the fire."

(To a church-goer, family man)

The miracle of Corpus Christi

To believe is to see. One young diocesan priest whose way of saying the Masses is one that shows his deep faith in the Holy Eucharist, received a miracle in which the Lord Jesus Christ Himself allowed him to "feel" the reality of His Eucharistic Presence. It happened during the Elevation of the Cup of Wine at the Mass he officiated on the Feast of the Corpus Christi in 2009. During the Consecration, the priest raised the Cup with both hands. When it was time to lower the Cup, his left hand let go of the Cup first so that his right hand was to bring It down on the table; but the right hand was still "holding up" the Cup -- for a second or two or more! -- that should the right hand let go of the Cup, the Cup of Wine would have been seen by all present as floating by Itself in mid-air! I had the habit of raising my head to see the chalice being elevated and bring my head down to close my eyes when the chalice is being lowered down on the table; but that instant was different, I could not lower my head as usual. At the time of genuflection, the priest never genuflected as is usually done by priests -- instead, he knelt down on both knees and bowed low to the floor before the table of the Consecrated Bread and Wine. The two of us were the only witness to this particular Eucharistic miracle. My diary entry of December 9, 2008, Tuesday, 3:59 AM, is predictive to this phenomenon, it says, and I quote: "Just this dawn, I dreamed of [a young priest] at the altar table celebrating the mass while I was attending with the people. The chalice containing a single consecrated Host suddenly lifted up in the air by itself before him to his amazement, flew towards me, and poured out the Host into my mouth on its own. I got hold of the chalice, gathered the crumbs inside it, and poured them out into my mouth. While consuming, a young woman approached me and talked to me as if nothing happened. Lord Jesus, I trust in Your Mercy for the meaning of this dream."

[The blogger's note: The said Mass was celebrated on June 14, 2009, Sunday, at 5:00 AM, the first Mass on schedule; and preceded by a whole night Eucharistic vigil at San Pedro Cathedral in Davao City, Philippines.]

A dream, a diary and a cook

I had a dream a month before year 2009 began. I never realized but the dream started to happen right after.

This was my dream.

I saw a hill and I was standing on the foot of the hill. On top of the hill was a big tourist platform. The structure looked like eyes and face of a man drooping its head to look down on me and those below. I felt it was unsafe for any tourist to go there and take a look. It was architecturally incorrect to build a structure like it, and I sensed it was going to collapse any minute. And sure, it did -- bit by bit. As it started to fall, I vacated the place immediately -- but I realized I had a companion, an old woman, my grandma! I returned. I was trying to rescue her in such a way that my body was first out of the danger area. But I was wondering, "Why am I trying to rescue grandma when she's dead long ago?"

I remember my diary entry of January 17, 2009, it reads and I quote:

"There is someone in the market who is getting on my nerves. He is a cook at an eatery next to where I buy snack food on credit. When he looks at me taking food there, his eyes are insulting, looking down on me. One time, he even banged the door in my presence! They know I have my food for credit. I thought, he owns the eatery because of his arrogance. He is not! He works as a cook. He has a companion who treats me the same way. When I was able to pay recently, they were like kittens, looking at me so meekly. But they know I am on credit again. They are back to 'normal.' Last night, I was tempted to display some arrogance. I tried to show off in a subtle way the envelope I had that reads CHECK ENCLOSED. The envelope was from prophet Don; and it was a "faith check" for Php100,000. I prayed and included him and the woman companion in the Mass I attended this morning. When I saw him, however, in the market, I was enraged again and intended to side-sweep him. I touched him lightly in so doing though. I must shoot him with many prayers and masses. Jesus, forgive and help me. I must stop going there to prevent myself from sinning."

I admit, however, I did go back there after some time -- exclusively, to get food on credit. The cook was there. He was on my path. He never gave way. I side-pushed him and I did it intentionally. There was also a force coming from him. It was like a head-on collision. I know both of us were hurt in the process. But none complained. He went his way. I went my way. I decided never to go there again. I confessed the sin a month ago to a priest.

Last night, I had a monthly confession during a Holy Mass. I feel so heavenly after each confession. I went back to my seat so recollected and silently happy. During peace, I did a reverent peace to a familiar face, to someone standing in front of me left side. The cook!!! Yes, the cook!!! It was unexpected. I never knew he was there. He never knew I was there as well. That sealed it all. We had peace together. My name is J-O-Y! :-)