Archive for April, 2010


As anyone who has been following these writings knows, a central theme emerging from them has been a sense of urgency as to the times we find ourselves in.  Many are concerned with rising economic uncertainty, natural and man-made disasters and general sadness over the levels of evil, sin and despair in the world.

Humanity for some time now has been in many ways receiving ‘warnings’ that hearts need to change in this time of mercy that we find ourselves in, in order to avoid or minimize a time of ‘justice’.

I have a small sense that part of my mission is to aid people in embracing God and His mercy and in being prepared for a time of justice.

To that end I will be starting to share many profound, detailed dreams that I have been experiencing in recent years, which I leave to the discernment of the reader as to their meaning.  If I am but one voice on the ‘watchtower’ encouraging souls to believe in and return to God, then I will have done my job:

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 23, 2003 – 3:30 A.M.

I had a dream where I was in my childhood living room.  All of a sudden I started to go to heaven by some major energy rush.  I could feel my body dematerialize or lift into a spirit form.  It happened in an instant.  One minute I was standing in my material body, then I was caught up in this energy rush and changed into spirit form.  It was the most amazing feeling.  I was in a holding pattern (not going to heaven and not in the material world) as I hovered over the living room.  I said to my daughter in the dream:

I’m between two worlds – can you still see me?”

I was floating suspended over the room.  Then another daughter told me she saw two lines of writing on the hanging edge of an ivory paper tablecloth that covered the dining room table.  The two lines were written at the end of the tablecloth off the short side – I could see the lines too, but she had to read them to me.  She quoted them to me, but because she was a child she couldn’t remember all of the first line.  It said:

The son (Son?)…He will smite them with His sword and His justice.”

Then the scene changed and I looked and saw my own living room (or a reasonable facsimilie thereof) and the furniture had been moved slightly.  The couch was slid to the left and there was a table in its place.  On the table was a porcelain white statue of a crouching or hunched over angel.  There were other white porcelain looking religious figure statues all over the room.  The angel statue on the table was crying copious tears.  A statue of Jesus was pouring tears (His statue was seated in a chair of some kind – looked like a rocking chair).  It was opposite the table.  Other statues in the room were also pouring copious tears.  I saw the angel statue first and was alarmed and tried to console her.  I started to recite my Hail Mary.  Then I turned to the statue of Jesus in the chair.  As I recited He came to life and I was hugging and caressing him.  He started to show a small heartened look and half smile of love, but very mildly – like a smile of resignation, through tears – as if He was somewhat consoled.  I was saying “Don’t cry!”.  He was approving of my saying the Hail Mary.  I was consoling Jesus.  He slowly stopped crying, but He was very sombre and resigned.  He spoke no words.

Then the room was restored, with the furniture in the original position.  The couch was moved back to the right.  Then in the dream I found myself out on a street with my rosary telling a character in the dream – Renata – that she should recite the rosary as often as possible – the need was urgent.  I also knew I had to recite it almost non-stop if possible.  I got ready to go somewhere in my van with my family and the dream ended.

I said two decades right after I awoke from this dream for the intention of more time for the world because this dream left me so concerned!  Especially in light of other dreams I had had lately, I had an awful sense of foreboding for the world.  This dream left me so concerned as to our state and times  that I called a good friend and urged her not to put off confession.  I urged her (and you) to gather up courage and not put off confession for another moment.  I also immediately increased my daily rosary from 15 to 20 decades and kept it that way for three years until my sixth child was born and I just had to cut back!

In light of the fact that I was telling the character ‘Renata’ in the dream to urgently pray the rosary, I decided to look up the meaning of the name Renata in my baby name book.  As if this dream doesn’t already have enough symbolism to convey a very heady message to the world, a powerful confirmation came my way that this was a warning dream.  It was found in the meaning of the name Renata.  It (coincidentally?!) means ‘re-born’ (born again…Christians…).

I think the meaning is clear.  Those of you with ears to listen:  Dust off your rosaries and start praying them as much as you can.  You can make a difference!

I close with words from Jesus himself, as revealed to St. Faustina Kowalska in her Diary:  Divine Mercy in My Soul:

I do not wish to punish aching mankind, but I desire to heal it, pressing it to My merciful Heart.  I use punishment when they themselves force Me to do so; My hand is reluctant to take hold of the sword of justice.  Before the Day of Justice, I am sending the Day of Mercy.”  (Diary,  1588)

God bless you all!



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