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.

A vision of smoke

I entered the Cathedral earlier tonight after the Mass. While I was seated in the pew, I noticed a fog or a smoke thinly blended in the atmosphere inside the Cathedral. I asked someone who sat a short distance from me if she saw the same thing. She said, she saw nothing of the kind.

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.

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Fr. Glenn: Requiescat in pace

At the time I had the vision in my sleep, I had no inkling he already passed away. The backdrop was in white. The soul was walking up the wide stairs. I was facing the edge of these stairs when his image started emerging. He was in the best version of himself. A countenance which exuded youthfulness and good looks more than he was in the prime of his earth-life. He was smiling at me as the soul walked up the stairs leading to where I was. It was a split second vision on the night of May 30. Of whether the vision was in my dream or in my drowsiness, I am unsure. I forgot about the vision when I woke up in the morning of May 31. I can tell from his sermons in his Masses he was with me in my calling, but the last mass I attended with him as the officiating priest was when he was harsh, rough and sharp in the pulpit and I knew in my spirit he intended it on me. I can tell because of the way he put the Blessed Host on my tongue during Holy Communion, it was close to irreverence. Out of his indignation. The particular sermon happened at the hype of something against me was circulating among the clergy. (Even up to now, the Lord has never given me a clue as to what that was all about. I can only guess, but it died a natural death.) I decided not to hear his Masses for awhile to keep him from giving me Holy Communion with irreverence. I understand him all the while, I'd be back to his Masses when the "story" died down. It appears that was the last Mass I had with him. Going back to the vision, I came to remember it only at noontime of May 31 when I learned of his death. I tried to keep back my tears. I knew in my heart he would defend the cause of God in me but at the same time, we are humans, subject to err, so I understand his frailty. Yesterday, his remains had to be buried. Going to the cemetery with others, I "saw" the word "Sorry" that was sprayed on the concrete fence leading to where his remains had to be laid down. Go on, Father Glenn, you were long before forgiven. I envy the beauty of your soul.

Newly-revealed vision of St. John Paul II: Islam will invade Europe

In March of 1993, the late Pope John Paul II confided to a close friend Monsignor Mauro Longhi of the Opus Dei prelature a particular vision he was graced by the Lord to see. The following are details of their conversation as related by Monsignor Longhi and published in lifesitenews.com last November 23, 2017:

“ ‘Tell this to those whom you will meet in the Church of the third millennium. I see the Church afflicted by a deadly scourge. Deeper, more painful and more deadly than those of this millennium’, referring to … communism and Nazi totalitarianism. ‘It’s called islamism. They will invade Europe. I saw the hordes coming from the West to the East’, and he described to me the countries one by one: from Morocco to Libya to Egypt, and so on to the eastern parts. The Holy Father added, ‘They will invade Europe, Europe will be like a cellar, old relics, shadowy, cobwebs. Family heirlooms. You, the Church of the third millennium, will have to contain the invasion. Not with armies, armies will not suffice, but with your faith, lived with integrity.’ ” 

“Meanwhile, inexorably, the lights are going out on Christian Europe, reduced to a basement filled with old relics and spiderwebs. ‘Karol the Great’ has spoken, and even more today he invites us to resist the invasion with the faith lived in its entirety.”

Reblogged: Mother of the Eucharist

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NOTE: Behold, that day was the day of eight of the ninth month -- Her birthday.