Share Your Dreams and/or Visions

But a war is a war. You kill people. It would not be much of a war if you didn't.

As to my own sins , really reading the lives of the saints, often reading about the things they confessed I would hardly even think about them as a fault.

I love the saints who really, really, really went out and done some really bad things like myself.

Really, really bad dudes like myself.

 

Abba Moses the Black comes to mind.

 

Iwo Jima was the worst. What a grace that your father lived and you were born, Katfalls.

 

Yes, he suffered the rest of his life from the trauma. He had PSD, something they never identified back then. He was an alcoholic . . .I think they called it shell shock. He was a mortar man. He was hit in the head with flying shrapnel and still had some in him when he died. My Mom was protestant but my Dad insisted that we be raised Catholic. He was raised in a Catholic orphanage in upstate NY (long story). So my Mother converted but was a lukewarm Catholic. Out of six of us only two of us are practicing Catholics . . .it's the sign of the times.

 

I have read about the many deaths on Iwo Jima and I believe what you say about how it affected him. My FIL was in the Battle of the Bulge. He suffered from PTSD his whole life. When he was in his 70’s, the VA finally identified that he had it and he went through some inpatient treatment with some younger veterans who had probably been in Vietnam. War is hell.
Your Dad was blessed to insist that his children were raised Catholic.

 

I wonder if a lot of the pain caused by war is due to a loss of innocence. I think this loss of innocence is what causes a lot of people to become addicts. Especially teens. A lot of people say that when they were teens it was the happiest time of their lives. I found it to be hell. I think many people do.

War is like that. It is kind of grow up quick time.

Another grow up quick thing is meeting a truly evil person. Especially if you are forced to be close to them for long periods.

We all have to grow up but I think there is such a thing as kind of growing up too quickly War does that. It makes you grow up so quickly it like a rocket ship being launched into space.

On the other hand being close to a Saint or the Holy is a very healing thing. It is a return to innocence. A healing event, especially if you are close to the saint for a long period of time. That was one thing I loved about being in the monastery there were some very,very holy people there. Leaving it was a real wrench.

The Eucharist is the greatest healer of all. It is rather like being a baby again and being held in your mothers arms. Truly a return to innocence. I would guess all true prayer is essentially child like.

At the end of the day I would guess that is the end game of the Spiritual Life. Becoming a child again. A return to innocence.

 

My uncle never spoke of the horrors he saw fighting in the Pacific. My grandmother, his sister, prayed every day at her lunch time in a small church in downtown Cincinnati for her brother to return home safe. On one particular day, his unit was being transferred. He wasn't feeling well that day so did not go when they went because he was in the infirmary. On that day, the unit was ambushed and all were killed. That is the only story I know from the war of his. When he returned home, he never married. He took care of his mother, his sister and my mother and aunt. My grandfather had left my grandmother with the 2 kids when my mom was 2. My uncle was like my grandfather. He and my grandmother lived together until he went into the hospital at age 88. My uncle was the leader of the family and taught me so much. He was never really a church going man but my grandmother and their mother prayed for him every day. He did have a great love for the sacred heart of Jesus. His death was awful to watch. He went to the hospital one day with a bad cold. He was convinced that he would never leave and he would never set foot in a nursing home. He stopped eating and drinking. We pleaded with him to eat and drink and he would once again return home. He refused. He also refused all meds when the pain set in until he was no longer in the right mind. Seeing him struggle from hunger pain seemed to me like an awful penance he was going through. Eventually he wasn't conscious anymore and the family decided to start with morphine as he was coming to his end. He died on St. Patrick's day which was his favorite holiday. Before he died, he became conscious and the way the sun was hitting the window in his room, it created a small dancing cross on the ceiling. His eyes lit up with joy as the cross moved around the room and ultimately landed on his face. He died shortly after that moment. I never knew if he would make it to heaven but as the years went by and my aunt and mother would have lucid dreams of him, I began to believe he did. Now that he visited me as well and in that visit, he seemed to be protecting me from evil, I have little doubt now. I do continue to pray for his soul though.

 

Poor man , prayers. Perhaps he was doing his purgatory whilst on Earth.

I heard a Doctor say today that Pope Francis had a very,very painful death indeed. A terrible one. Prayers. I saw the terrible bruising on his head.

 

A cerebral hemmorage is a hard way to go.

 

I did not know this.

 

My mother died of a cerebral hemmorage/stroke. It was very hard.

 

Sad. I’m sorry.

 

"To get ahead one must have a crazy streak. Depending on how you use this crazy streak you can either become a saint or a hero."
"One who does not have a crazy streak cannot become either a saint or a hero."
- St. Paisios
- time stamp 1:14:50


I thought some here might be interested in this. St. Paisios in volume II of his counsels speaks on the parallels between heroes in the military and saints. It's quite good. I should also mention that many soldiers after WWII entered into religious life. Some warriors bravely take up the fight be it physical or spiritual.

 

My mother and father had two very good priests friends who had been in WWII just like my father. All navy men. And they found their vocations while at war.
A priest friend of mine promised our Lady that if he survived Viet Nam he would be a priest. He became a military chaplain. A wonderful priest.

 

Saint Paisios reminds me an awful lot of Padre Pio with the gifts he had. I read an account he gave one time years ago of something that happened to him during his Dark Night of the Soul. It was very touching. He spoke of God coming and going, of Darkness and Light.

Saint Therese spoke of being like a child's doll. The child picks it up and then discards it. So it is with God in the Darkness.

 

Looks like I had this dream on the night of June 22nd or the morning of the 23rd. Would be pretty cool if that's when the conclave is decided.

 

The prophetic dream of Saint John Bosco about a pope fleeing from Rome and wandering in exile around the world for 200 days is said to have occurred between May 24 and June 24, 1873, the feast of Saint John the Baptist. For this reason, I have considered that the pope in the prophecy would bear the name John as a kind of prophetic confirmation of his role, or that he would be elected on June 24, which almost happened with Paul VI, who was elected on the summer solstice of 1963. However, for the conclave to be prolonged in such a way this time, something at least moderately serious would have to occur in Rome, such as a piece of the Sistine Chapel ceiling collapsing, LOL... Nevertheless, I cannot help but notice that the setting of the conclave will be as stormy as the beginning of Don Bosco’s dream.

 

Don Bosco's Dream (Prophecy of The 200 Day March)


The following is a from a dream or prophecy of St. John Bosco. This occurred between May 24 - June 24, 1873. The vision is related from the tenth volume of the Biographical Memoirs:

It was a dark night, and men could no longer find their way back to their own countries. Suddenly a most brilliant light (faith in God and in His power) shone in the sky, illuminating their way as at high noon. At that moment from the Vatican came forth, as in procession, a multitude of men and women, young children, monks, nuns, and priests, and at their head was the Pope. (It seems to allude to the suppression of monasteries and schools run by religious and to the Pope's exile.)


But a furious storm broke out, somewhat dimming that light, as if light and darkness were locked in battle. (Perhaps this means a battle between truth and error, or else a bloody war.) Meanwhile the long procession reached a small square littered with dead and wounded, many of whom cried for help.

The ranks of the procession thinned considerably. After a two-hundred day march, all realized that they were no longer in Rome. In dismay they swarmed about the Pontiff to protect him and minister to him in his needs.

At that moment two angels appeared, bearing a banner which they presented to the Supreme Pontiff, saying: "Take the banner of Her who battles and routs the most powerful armies on earth. Your enemies have vanished: with tears and sighs your children plead for your return."

One side of the banner bore the inscription: Regina sine labe concepta [Queen conceived without sine],and the other side read: Auxilium Christianorum [Help of Christians].

The Pontiff accepted the banner gladly, but he became distressed to see how few were his followers.

But the two angels went on: "Go now, comfort your children. Write to your brothers scattered throughout the world that men must reform their lives. This cannot be achieved unless the bread of the Divine Word is broken among the peoples. Teach children their catechism and preach detachment from earthly things. The time has come," the two angles concluded, "when the poor will evangelize the world. Priests shall be sought among those who wield the hoe, the spade, and the hammer, as David prophesied: 'God lifted the poor man from the fields to place him on the throne of His people.'"

On hearing this, the Pontiff moved on, and the ranks began to swell. Upon reaching the Holy City, the Pontiff wept at the sight of its desolate citizens, for many of them were no longer.He then entered St. Peter's and intoned the Te Deum, to which a chorus of angels responded, singing: Gloria in excelsis Deo et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis [Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to men of good will.] When the song was over, all darkness vanished and a blazing sun shone. The population had declined greatly in the cities and in the countryside; the land was mangled as if by a hurricane and hailstorm, and people sought each other, deeply moved, and saying: Est Deus in Israel [There is a God in Israel].

From the start of the exile until the intoning of the Te Deum, the sun rose 200 times. All the events described covered a period of 400 days.

https://salesianity.blogspot.com/2016/01/don-boscos-dream-prophecy-of-200-day.html?m=1

 

I had the same type of Lent. Struggled with normal mortifications and plagued with memories of the past. I just kept renouncing them all through Lent. But tomorrow is Divine Mercy Sunday !!! Let the flood of mercy poor over our poor humanity.

 

I am grateful to hear of this. Also the other reports here regarding JFK, etc.