A few weeks ago, my sister visited the Shrine of Aparecida in São Paulo. She went on Friday, October 10, the day before the celebration honoring this devotion. I couldn’t go because of work. There’s a custom among pilgrims to write letters with requests for blessings to leave at the shrine. My mother’s first cousin, who has rectal cancer that is currently under control, asked us to take a letter on her behalf — one that I wrote by hand myself. When I read your post, it reminded me of her. Her name is Elisângela, for anyone who would like to include her in their prayers.
I think with dreams and our imaginations the devil has a certain power over them, as has our good angels and can kind of paint on them like a blank screen for his own evil interest. The devil not only tempts us to sin but wishes to hurt us. If the only thing he could do would be to put a pimple at the end of our nose then we would have a pimple there. I notice in dreams myself sometimes he can send really depressing, sad dreams. I noticed this myself when I woke up this morning. Not only a dream of great sadness but I noticed after I woke up that he was continuing to remind me of the dream and keep me thinking about it. But it was a great help when my good angel reminded me that this was only a dream and not real. But it did remind of a time, before my conversion when I was very young and had lost my Faith and things were really, really sad and bleak for me. As indeed it can only ever be for anyone who has no Faith. But people being attacked with sadness like this by the devil are very,very vulnerable for they will have no idea where these things are coming from. I was listening to a young priest give a homily yesterday. He said he had been at the funerals in recent times of four different men who had committed suicide. He mentioned that one of the main reasons for this is loss of Faith.
I had a dream about 3 days ago where I saw a green lizard which represented Islam. Then I saw 2 scales being removed from it, but the understanding was that the scales in general were being removed from Islam. I also had a dream this afternoon where I was to keep focused on Jesus, reaffirming an earlier dream. I thought I was doing it enough, but maybe not.
I wasn't sure if I should post this or not, but I think it might be worth while. I had a wedding dream last night which seemingly came out of nowhere. I can't remember much of it, but that it was in a beautiful town, cobble stone roads, stone bridges and such. I was helping with the preparations. It was going to be a massive wedding, the kind of wedding where the whole town gets shut down for it. So I was getting speakers in place and moving around material for the stage all through the town, stuff like this. At the end I ended up having to get the bride's veil prepared. The weird part is that it was 25 feet tall and 50 feet wide. There was a bit of yellowing on it, I think it was old so somehow we were making it look new again. We had it hung up outside under the sun from a cable that went across from two street lights. Then I woke up. Given all the dreams I have seen people having about the feast of the bride groom as of late I thought I would post this.
My immediate thought was the "Wedding Feast of the Lamb" It's a beautiful dream. Rich with symbolism.
I was awoken in middle of night and had immediately placed in my thoughts the Bible passage where Jesus said you cannot put new wine into old wine skins. And then my mind was flooded with almost an explanation from outside of my mind- these thoughts were givrn to me. Essentially it was being made aware that I have been trying to live my new life with an old wineskin. My body is not the body I once had. My mind carries trauma I never asked for. My heart grieves people, abilities, and a life that no longer exists. Still, I keep expecting myself to function as if nothing changed. The thought was as Jesus says that new wine requires a new wineskin. Not because the old one is bad — but because it has already been stretched to its limit. I see now that the bursting I feel — the anger, the tears, the exhaustion — is not weakness. It is the cost of trying to contain something new without allowing myself to become new. I don’t need to erase who I was. But I do need to accept who I am becoming. A new wineskin means I live with my body, not against it. It means I let grief speak without letting it rule. It means I stop measuring today by yesterday’s standards. This is not giving up. This is letting God remake the way I hold life. I don’t know yet what this new wineskin fully looks like. But I trust the One who is forming it. And when the new wine comes, I want to be able to hold it —not spill it in pain, but keep it in peace. I think God continues to pour mercy out to me as this Old year ends and new one begins. I think this experience was a gift of His love and invitation to become a new creation this year.
This is an amazing insight. This is relevant to my life as well. I did not realize it until I read your post. Thank you! I will pray for you!
How beautiful. That is a Signal Grace. Signal graces do not happen to often to people. I heard a priest say the other day that God does not send his angels until He really has to. The same might be said for Signal graces. What a blessing. I would say a Signal grace is a life changing grace. https://dominicanfriars.org/the-15-promises-of-the-rosary/ The 15 Promises of the Rosary 1. Those who faithfully serve me by the recitation of the Rosary shall receive signal graces.