Because you have made the Lord your refuge, the Most High your dwelling place, no evil shall befall you, no scourge come near your tent. Psalm 91:9-10
I had a dream in the early morning hours today, August 21, 2022. I am relaying the dream here for your discernment.
I had a dream that we were in a church/forest. It was the ruins of a newer church, the kind built in the 1980’s and 1990’s. You know the kind that looks like the Colosseum in Rome where people went to be “entertained”. I remember thinking it had been named Holy Family, but it was not a church I recognized in real life. The shape of it was circular with the altar in the center and seats graded at an angle. Half of it had been blown away. There were still seats, like stadium seating, but we were largely outdoors. There was no altar anymore because it had been destroyed. There was no roof. There was forest overgrowth inside the building, so you couldn’t distinguish much and it felt more outside, even while there were seats to sit in. It barely resembled anything Catholic for I didn’t see crucifix’s or statues, or destroyed art. Save for the presence of Priests, it was not recognizable as a former church. Nature had taken it over and the overgrowth of greenery had hidden if there were any vestiges of a sanctuary.
There were several Priests there. They were all of Indian descent, but I didn’t recognize or know them. Their demeanor was cheerful, or joyful, which I felt was strange given the situation we were in, but I felt so peaceful seeing them. I sensed that they were Carmelites of Mary Immaculate, because I know of that order from the Carmel Center. These Priests were very protective of the children. One of them was beginning to say Mass.
On the perimeter were men with hunting rifles, the kind that would fire one shot at a time. I felt uncomfortable at that sight. I knew we were in a perilous situation.
Suddenly I heard machine gun fire, but it was coming from the forest in at us. We couldn’t see who was firing.
The Priest continued with Mass.
I thought for sure people would be dead and I was looking in fear at small children, but everyone was okay. They men were firing back into the forest, but their firepower was so weak and small compared to the machine gun fire coming at us. I felt it was useless. I wanted to tell them to stop.
I remember looking at a baby sleeping, making sure he wasn’t dead. He was laying in the grass, away from the seats, snoozing soundly without a worry in the world. He looked totally peaceful. None of the people there were sitting in the seats. They were standing and praying, or guarding the perimeter. No one was running in fear from the machine gun fire. All had a posture of prayer or protection.
I was in awe that no one was hurt and knew it had to be supernatural help that protected us.
Then I woke up.
August 21- Feast of Our Lady of Knock and Pius X
Our Lady of Knock And Saint Pius X, pray for us.