{see last dream re the man}
Irish man Ascends! Celestial being helps me with hearing the Inner God 12-6-25
{see last dream re the man}
There was a man – {benevolent} – working on inside my right ear while I’m sitting in a chair the way you’d be with a dentist.
Yesterday I started a new prayer – it goes like this – To the Mother God within me:
“Mother God, a couple days ago you personally spoke to me & corrected me on some things I was doing that were wrong.”
{It had to do with my accusing myself of sin – going over everything I’ve done wrong; faults, mistakes & bemoaning it all. She said to stop it – it was not necessary & it was making me depressed. There is no reason for me to dwell on my faults, I should count the good I have done & not my mistakes! Because I have always done my best – I am not a person that seeks to do sin, etc…When she got done explaining I realized that looking at all these Catholic videos on You tube had made me so. Catholics/Christians have a way of putting people on guilt trips – constantly reminding us we are all sinners, we must repent, etc. when the truth is like Aimee Semple McPherson said, we don’t know who’s a sinner & who’s not! I’ve also been listening to Saints as if I didn’t have a Mother inside me – listening to them as guides, like a parent. I’ve been neglecting my own God within!} And she said,
“There is nothing wrong with communing with Saints – but no Saint is the same as me. I am you, the God within you. I know you better than does any Saint – I know who you are – your ife – what you’ve been through – I am YOU & I am God – no one is closer or more intimate to you than I am. I should be your first line of defense, your immediate Guardian & advisor, your comforter – the one who shows you the next step, the one who explains what you need to know.”
I then told Mother God that perhaps I have gone astray seeking others is because I can’t HEAR her the way I used to – yes – I ask her advise on dreams but other than that I don’t hear the ‘still small voice’ like before. I told her that in the past long ago I could hear her as clear as a bell & I’d like to hear her again but I can’t RECALL how I got to do that – if I did I would do it again. So how do I do it? How do I hear you like that again?
This repartee went on for almost two hours.
Bottom line was Mother God said to me,
“There isn’t any formula except you pay attention to me. Ask & ye shall find, knock & it shall be opened. Right now you are giving me your attention {& hearing me quite well} & that’s what must be done. Speak to me each day at least one hour & you will get there. It’s about attention, focus & giving me the time.”
“Yes, I said, it’s about HEARING you. I need to hear you. If I hear you again it’ll boost my confidence to hear you some more. I shall do what you say.”
And so, this Celestial Being appeared in the night working on my right ear to help me hear Mother God! {End}
- I Help an Irish Man Ascend!
Struggles for Purgatory – Me getting ready or trying to perform is always Purgatory – Trying to help souls
Struggling to put together my costume. I’m back stage at a place of performance. I must put together my outfit & for some reason, it’s not easy. I don’t have all my wardrobe with me. So I’m trying to scrape together items that fit.
I have a sort of conservative off-white silvery gown. It’s a stiff material, to the floor, somehow like a suit rather than a gown, but it is a gown. I find gloves – you must have gloves with most of these outfits so luckily I do find matching gloves.
Then I need jewelry. Looking around, I do find a tray like one I have at home that has sparking rhinestone wide bracelets – I am seeking earrings. I see 2 pairs – both dangling. One has more sparkle, the other less so – they tell me the more sparkly ones might fall off, the less sparkly ones are more secure – but I take a chance & put on the more sparkly ones.
Next scene
I find a black clinging dress {plain but fetching} with bright red sort of ‘wings’ on the sides of the skirt. The men might like this, I know they like black with red negligees.
I have the dress, which I’m going to wear for a performance, in another dressing room. Another female needs a black dress & there seem to be a few here. I say to her,
“You can take anything except the one I’m going to wear.”
I then enter the room & there she is, sitting on a bench against the left wall, wearing my dress! I cry out & literally peel the dress off her, exclaiming,
“Not only did you put on my dress, but you are sweating in it!”
She’s like a sheep, no murmer, no nothing, as I easily peel the dress off her from the top down. *{this is me, my flesh, to the Mother God inside me}*
MEANING:
*{Costumes, clothing jewels, represent Graces, Virtues, Lights – all from God – I must receive these things in order to give them! Silver sounds like prayers – I’ve been praying.
The scene with the black dress baffles me. Mother God, what does it mean?
MG: This was 5-6 weeks ago when you thought you were going to die. That’s why you were SWEATING with fear – sweat shows a LIVING PERSON rather than someone dead as the dress might belie. I quickly took that OFF you – you’re going to live & we’re going to deliver more souls!
Time wise it seems to say your sufferings from that time – which have been FORMIDABLE are what got this Irish soul, at the bottom, delivered.
Yes, you suffered, you sweated re this death scare, & other things but then good came out of it & myself – the God within you & you – work together. I need you, the clay vessal, to do the suffering & praying, practicing virtue; I get the Grace & transmit it {through your portal} to this soul & others.
What are the red triangles on the sides of the bottom of th dress:
MG: They are WINGS – red is suffering, black is the WORST suffering {in this dream- this symbol varies, take each symbol from the context of the dream}- these sufferings GAIN GRACE which are the WINGS to HEAVEN.}*
The scene changes.
I’m now in a house & my parents are present. There’s a man who’s in love with me & wants to marry me & he has I think spoken to my parents about this. This seems sort of like the old farm house.
My Dad doesn’t look like my Dad at all, like an older Irish man, & he’s jolly & smiling, has sort of reddish blonde tousled hair, a mustache & short beard. He seems happy. But I say to the man who loves me I don‘t think you’ll get a reaction from my Mom – she seems comatose, sitting to the side.
Not sure what takes place but something does. And I take the man that loves me outside & it’s my upper back yard here, the sun is shining brightly, it’s beautiful.
MEANING:
*{This sounds like an Ascension. A soul in Purgatory loves me & wants to marry me – marriage is UNION. When he ‘marries’ me he’ll becme ONE with me which means I will TRANSMIT my GRACE {God’s} to him. With this Grace, he can Ascend.
Why are my parents here? I think they are symbols of giving approval or permission. Seems like Dad is all for it. Who is he? St Patrick? Lol. Not sure. It might be saying this soul is IRISH.
My struggles with costumes are my struggles to obtain Grace. I have been suffering with a few different earthly problems. Am trying to gain Grace through them, which apparently I do & it is transmitted to this Irish lad.
Taking this man OUT of the house – out of confinement & limitation – is taking him to HEAVEN, where the sky is open, a bright beautiful sunshine.
I never SEE the man – have no idea who he is or how he looked.}* {End}
