8-15-25 Nightmare – The World has Ended – Purgatory Begins
I was some place with many people just enjoying life – can’t recall what we were doing. This goes on for a while.
Suddenly the entire sky changes. There are walls of darkish grey as far as the eye can see going upward, a dark wall, then a kind of normal sky but not perfectly normal – halfway, maybe it’s a light gray partition. And we are now surrounded by these dark walls like lets say one is a hundred miles wide & goes up as far as you can see then a light gray one the same size, then another dark one, & we are completely surrounded by this.
We KNOW it is an ACT OF GOD & we are all frightened out of our wits & know this is THE END OF THE WORLD. God has SPOKEN & there is nothing we can do to change it.
Some time goes by, the nightmare ends, & we are once again in pleasant surroundings, talking normally to our friends.
MEANING:
*{Wow. This is a frightening vision of us when we die SUDDENY – life is OVER – & we’re in another dimension – the metaphysical/spiritual one. For two days dreaming of little Rebecca – today & tomorrow. Maybe this is what she experienced, one moment enjoying earthly life, the next, it’s ll over & we are in Eternity.
The WALLS that come up are similar to the BARS that came up over a large group of people I once saw walking on the ‘broad highway to Hell.’ They walked like zombies, suddenly bars came up & surrounded them, & then flames shot up from the earth, they were all screaming but couldn’t get out – Obviously stressful to me to see this.
Of course this is not the same. In Purgatory they are SAVED & enter ‘God’s waiting room.’ They know thy will see God but the great suffering of waiting begins. And they can do nothing about it, life is over it’s out of their hands, the Will of God has acted & they can only wait & hope. Cannot help themselves any more.
The walls represent the Will of God, its finality & the fact that Purgatory is LIMITED – not ike heaven which is Infinity opened up.}* {End}
Another scene:
Was earlier. I see my Mom getting into a vehicle, the car is facing me, I see her get behind the wheel. But the vehicle EXPLODES INSIDE & I fear she has been killed & will be all covered with burns all over her body.
I run to her thinking she’s dead, but she’s alive & no burns. She looks beautiful & young – kind of like a light skinned Hindu – she’s asleep. I grab a soft blanket, put it around her, remove her from the car & carry her away.
MEANING:
*{The NEXT DAY I dream of the scene of a car accident. I know Little Rebecca was young when she died because she showed me in a past dream herself & her college girl friends. So it is more likely she died like this than some kind of physical malady.
The EXPLOSION would be the accident. Why is it my Mom? I am mentally taking her place I guess, seeing what she experienced, as if it was me. Mom would be the SOUL {God Self} living on forever, so she is not dead. But in the flesh that part is ‘asleep.’ It also seems Rebecca was a light skinned Hindu – maybe – or a different nationality than American. And her face is beautiful, so maybe she was.}* {End}
Girl with Flowers all over her front
This could be important – maybe little Rebecca with a big improvement.
Not sure how it began but I see a girl in front of me who has on a fuzzy top, red with huge black checks on it – which means suffering. But on top she has several bunches of flowers, some like bouquets; one maybe like a corsage. They are all colors. One bunch near her heart looks like Spring flowers, can’t recall exactly what the others were. Yes I think this is little Rebecca improved.
MEANING:
*{What do flowers represent? Love. One gives flowers to show love. She has received Love – the Holy Masses & prayers I’ve been doing.
This tells me she is STILL in Purgatory, but much happier. The RED is BLOOD of present suffering {Purple blood is long lived or long past.} And the BLACK CHECKS are the Cross of Jesus – crucified.}* {End}
Another Dream
I keep going back to a place where there’s been an ACCIDENT. It’s like a restaurant/filling station – perhaps someone was killed. This is maybe the 3rd time I return & I always recognize this is the place because there is a lot of broken glass – the kind that fractures into a guzillion little pieces – the new kind of glass.
This most recent time as I pull in I see the Chef of the restaurant also pulling in, maybe a Hindu, dark wavy hair. We look at each other – a silent hello.
*{Why am I here? Not sure. Possibly a soul in Purgatory I’m attending to died here & he or she wants to return to the scene, through my eyes? Could it be Little Rebecca as I’m attending to her daily?}* {End}
8-10-9-2025 I entertain in splendor – Bro opens up cushy house
I’m some kind of STAR in some kind of show & am dressed in splendor – all white. A white HEADDRESS – white splendid top & pants, all glistening, glowing, have luxurious things over them like sequins or pearls or rhinestones & my SHOES are PLATFORMS, that make me 5” taller – they are all JEWELED – white also.
The audience sees me on a screen in the air – like a movie. But then I appear in person, suddenly sailing over to a large crowd, all of whom are sitting.
I’m on an elevated stage, very long like a runway. I get in front of one table that has several men & a couple women. The men, one has almost white hair, one salt & pepper, wavy, short, & they’re AFRAD to LOOK UP at me, they look at each other sheepishly, although I try to reassure them not to be afraid to look, they are & because of their light hair I ask if they are IRISH but they don’t answer, just sheepishly smile at each other, especially the one on the right with gray hair, & I move on the stage, toward the right. Underneath me I know is a brown wooden stage/runway.
I then see on the left is a PRIEST is speaking to these people about 100 of them. He’s in a PODIUM high up on the left corner.
After I have made this appearance I not walk but GLIDE on the air VERY FAST, back to where I started.
I am also VERY TALL here on stage besides the shoes – like 8’ tall, so I am a phenomenon & very beautiful. {Tallness is spiritual stature}
I am then ALONE with the Priest & in a bikini, relaxed. I’m beautiful & sexy looking & the poor priest can relax with me, without all the constraints, restraints, usually put upon him. He’s human he should be able to just relax with me, talk, chit chat, have a pleasant time. He was working so hard to speak to those people, to reach them.
People expect SO MUCH of him. They are DEMANDING. But I want him to have a BREAK.
So these 2 old ladies come to the front door – it’s now my aunt/uncle’s house – asking to see him. They are the traditional, restrained type, who are ‘respectable’ & right with society, & therefore they think they have a RIGHT to see the priest, like all depends on STATUS & societal respectability.
I go toward the door & see him back to the right & he does NOT want to see them & I don’t blame him & want to shield him, & he tells me to tell them he went to SLEEP from exhaustion, which I gladly pass on. {End}
MEANING:
*{This is about souls in Purgatory but also re a new man I met who is doing outside work for me – a guy that has turned out to be sent by God – so far, so good. He’s the one seen sitting at the table with his family – gray hair – & afraid to look up at me. This shows his HUMILITY in real life but also it’s representative of someone in Purgatory – & his {physical} family not sure why they are there but I AM talking to them a bit, maybe they are all part of this Blessing.
I’m appearing in SPIRITUAL SPLENDOR, all the raiment of the Light of God, the Gifts of God which elevate me so you see I’m 8’ tall & wearing those ‘platform’ heels which represent the CROSS of Jesus {you can’t get higher, you’ve given your life} that I have apparently shared. And the GLIDING is also a SUPERNATURAL ability – we don’t walk when we ascend, we fly or glide or just instantly appear or disappear like Star Trek, lol.
In my dreams where I appear before an audience – it’s always symbolic of appearing to Purgatorial souls, and when I do so I apparently bless them and bring them Grace from God. The floor being wood also represents the Wood of the Cross – I’ve been martyred {Divine Interior Stigmata} so I no longer am ON I but I GLIDE over it.
Who is the Priest? I believe or sense he is also this same man who is now working for me but he also represents a soul in Purgatory – like they may be one in personality or character.
This man I hired is HELD IN CONTEMPT by some others whom I have spoken to. These would be the OLD TRADITIONAL LADIES at the door – those of STATUS/respectability who feel themselves superior – while he is inferior because he is not as respectable. We are in the house of my Aunt/Uncle at this point, which means pain or punishment. And he is TIRED of the contempt, people looking down on him – he needs rest from that! And by respecting him I give him rest or comfort.
This man who is in Purgatory might have been a Priest – a good one, sincere, high up spiritually, trying to save souls. So here he is seen high up in a podium speaking to a hundred people but he gets EXHAUSTED trying to help others. The others don’t APPRECIATE him whilst he tries to help them get closer to God – {been there, done that!}
In real life – the man I hired also did incredible work – exhausting to some, but he acted like he was not. I got tired just following him around, watching & chatting with him. He was the OPPOSITE of all the other guys I interviewed for work. They were losers; arrogant, lazy, broken down physically, not skilled, not eager to work but scheming to make a fortune off me doing as little as possible. I tried out about 6 characters like that this year. One even had a DEMON OF MURDER – a 21 year old guy – who afflicted me, which case Little Rebecca from Purgatory prayed for me & got me healed me of his effects!
Me being in the bikini & he & I just relaxing & lounging about – this is how this new guy felt with me, because I did not put on airs, I showed him some of my ‘faults’ so to speak – not actual faults but judgmental society would put them as such – I did not act like I was superior. I did not pretend to be ‘Miss All’ whilst he does not have a car or a phone has been through AA rehab recently, & is down on his luck. Picking him up & taking him back for work takes me two hours daily – as it’s a half hour one way. But I must admit HE IS WORTH IT.
So he and a soul in Purgatory are ONE – he is the Priest, he is the man in gray hair who fears to look up at me in my splendor.}* {End}
Earlier dream, a day or 2 ago – Brother & House – 5 Souls Ascended – His Clients
We’re all at my Aunt/Uncle’s house – who I’m not sure. Next door is a house I really LOVE, much more than this one. I wish I could go there. I’m standing in front of it with whoever I’m with – that I can’t IDENTIFY. But somehow I cannot ENTER this house as it isn’t MINE.
Then to my surprise my brother comes by & gets a key out & puts it in the front door & easily open the door. Terrific! But is it alright for me to go in? Do I have permission? I do go in & explore two floors. The feeling is so CUSHIONY – all bluish cushions. And it’s split level & on the 3rd floor I find 5 sleeping places all next to each other, that same cushiony feeling – not beds just spots with some kind of thick blankets, no space between them so I surmise there were 5 in the family sleeping here.
*{My brother: It’s either my biological brother using my portal to help his clients n Purgatory – this would be the first time – or a Saint that I can call ‘brother’ doing the same thing. My biological bro actually LIVED in this particular house – I think my Mom owned it but bought it for him. And next door, my aunt/Uncle’s house is pain or punishment.}*
Then I tell them my favorite area in this house was the LIVING ROOM – it’s the most OPEN & has the best view through glass walls. Can we go there? We do.
So the feeling was really GOOD here.
And I RARELY have ever dreamed of my biological brother so wonder what this means.
MEANING:
*{Someone, seen as my brother, uses my portal to open up a place having to do with souls in Purgatory. This is unusual so I need your hel, Mother God.
MG: It’s HIS clients, so he has the KEY & this has to do with 5 souls.
When a Saint uses you as a portal it’s a COLLABORATION. You could not REACH his clients by yourself – he could not help them without your portal – a true partnership or symbiosis.
It all being CUSHIONY must be GRACE from God. The Holy Spirit is the COMFORTER.
The 5 beds being now EMPTY indicates they ASCENDED. Why you have not seen the usual festivities? Perhaps because it isn’t necessary – it’s HIS clients & I suppose he saw them, but you are being shown what happened, & that is enough!}* {End}
8-11-25 Little Rebecca IMPROVED!
It’s between two bars. I’m going to one bar that has a set of characters, later to another.
There was a SPECIAL FEMALE who is depicted as Rachel – a body builder, but this is sense image material – it’s NOT about her – I know she’s a SYMBOL for ‘Little Rebecca.”
After hanging around in th first bar I’m sitting at the 2nd. One quirky scene is I’m showing someone an imprinted mostly green design on my lower back, right above the buns, & I say,
“This appeared from sitting so long at this bar.”
Then Rachel enters our bar & she is a SPECIAL GUEST. She sits with her back against a wall in one scene & in another, she’s to my left & she has a plate of food that’s been given her here. It has a few French fries & what looks like a couple poached eggs – an abstemious plate. I wager she’s looking out not to gain weight. She also has something else but I can’t define what on her left – a drink maybe – & she has a friend with her to her left, who also I can’t identity.
She has the sweetest personality, young & innocent & I feel protective of her.
When she sits against the wall she’s at the end of the bar facing the room with a male person to my left & myself sort of facing her.
The male is too aggressive, he’s talking to her but instead of speaking a bit louder he gets way too close to her & I berate him for this, saying & demonstrating,
“You don’t have to be IN HER FACE” to be heard, just speak louder! And I demonstrate what he’s doing – getting close to her face – for a moment.
The thing is, Rachel is BEAUTIFUL & he’s turned on by her so he’s being too forward & I’m PROTECTING her. {End}
MEANING:
*{This is Little Rebecca, a soul in Purgatory, who I started saying Gregorian Masses for on July 28 – it’s been 14 days. This shows SHE’S BECOME BEAUTIFUL!
This means her soul’s been greatly CLEANSED & that’s how it works – the more cleansed we are of the results of SIN, the more beautiful we get in the pristine quality of how we started – before sin – we were beautiful then. And after the cleansing we’re beautiful again.
Her release is immanent – perhaps days – even less – but bells aren’t ringing yet – no fireworks, no party yet but soon!
The FOOD on her plate & drink is the Body & Blood of Jesus. The friend on her left is her Guardian Angel. They stay with us until we ascend.
I had been wondering if Little Rebecca was improved, so this answers it. Whoopee do! If she rises before I finish the Gregorian it automatically goes to other souls, so nothing is lost.
Who is the man making a play for her? I have no idea, he might just be an actor to portray ‘she’s beautiful – desirable’ like I recall before Errol Flynn’s ascension a female was saying how beautiful he was – but her identity was hidden. Perhaps in both cases it’s a soul in Purgatory or even an Angel?
Oh yes a detail I was about to tell her how well developed her legs were when the man talking to her interrupted me. Legs, their strength are a symbol of MYSTICAL POWER & the ability to go some place – as we move with our legs. So yes she’s getting ready to GO to heaven! {End}
Have not had a visit to Purgatory like this ever before.
I show up in an extensive place underground – which seems like a College or some sort of place with dormitories because I see groups of young women like they have in college.
I go up to one such group, abut 7-8 of them, all college age & want to join their circle. I tell them I know I’m old, will you accept me anyway?
They’re sitting in a sort of loose circle and I see a lot of the color like orange or salmon. They don’t really REACT to what I said.
The feelings here so far, & as I get into it, is they are LOST. They have no DRIVE, ambition, almost lacking in EMOTIONS & they don’t know what to do with themselves. I’m trying to help.
I continue exploring this place & pass another group of females in a similar circle & they are gathered around a male who they are listening to very seriously like he’s an authority
This bothers me & I tell them,
“This is wrong – I don’t want to associate with you if you do that.”
I then see a shelf & see on it are gatherings of flowers – violets, about a foot tall in bunches, & they are MOIST & beautiful – living things – & all of them are purplish. I take one bunch & decide to use it as a tool. When I see a female I touch the bunch of flowers to her right cheek – me facing her and kiss her on her left cheek & say,
“I love you.”
Does this brighten them up? Not even sure – It seems their expression is just slightly better, like some Light around their faces.
Then I find another gimmick to console them, but I can’t recall the details, it’s like touching their hand or arm & saying something nice again maybe the same
“I love you.”
I go through several groups of females like this, then through a doorway to another place larger, & see many people, both male & female, but these people are in such bad shape I don’t want to be here. I back out & return where I was. I saw a man putting a top over his head with a hoodie – black & white, & many male & female past him – more men than women. The vibes were so awful I feared being there like what if I couldn’t get out, so I back tracked fast.
In a room just beyond me I see a wonderful site, inside what looks like a glass case is a tree abut 8’ tall covered with soft green velvet, it’s gnarled & has other vegetation around it – very beautiful. What is great is that like the flowers, it’s ALIVE & there isn’t much LIFE here so whatever you can get is a big deal. But I didn’t have time to go there & check it out.
There were other scenes visiting females but they are too vague to explain.
MEANING:
*{This has to do with starting Gregorian Masses for ‘little Rebecca’ – a thin-armed little female who got me out of the malaise I was in due to the DEMON OF MURDER attacking me.
Apparently she has invited me into her Purgatorial ‘dorm’ where she’s with other females. It’s not a TERRIBLE place – that I saw beyond – it’s an intermediate place. Perhaps she was a college student in life & is now with similar women.
The KISSES & TOUCHING is what I do with each Mass. I say I am kissing them, which I do 50 times holding my hands to my lips. Then I embrace myself & squeeze 50 times, telling them I am hugging them – & this is how it registers, according to this dream.
In a worse state there are more men – the Saints do say more men go to Hell than women – so this is apropos. Look at our prisons – 98% men.
And that’s my visit to the place of little Rebecca. It also helped that I sacrificed not looking at any You Tubes this night because Mother God seemed to be saying to refrain from them because She’s trying to ‘talk’ to me & there’s too much noise coming into my head.}* {End}
Rasa Von Werder has been a minister to Purgatory for many years. She says that Jesus Christ appeared to her in the form of a Priest {his Spirit possessed the priest} in a Church, where He called her behind the altar – {there were no other people present} thereby ordaining her. This enabled Rasa to say the Holy Mass, which she celebrates daily for the Poor Souls and this is the main way she helps them. Her experiences are outlined in three books so far “Theater of Justice – Celebrity Souls Appear” “God Waits for Them” and Royals Ascend into Heaven” as listed in the bibliography.
I was in a society or group of privileged, wealthy people – Can’t recall details. One day 3 of the females in the group decided to go out for a picnic in a park among regular people but unfortunately each one was wearing a pricey SABLE {the best mink} coat. I was near them & we all agreed – get back into the house fast, take that off & put on regular clothes as the poor people might attack & rob you.
I was hob knobbing with these rich folks for a while, especially in this certain place – a large hall that seems to contain all kinds of ‘ballroom – nightclub’ activities.
But one day I went to the door with my male friend – who’d been my companion through it all – & the door was locked against us. I could see the activities over the top of the door – a festive atmosphere. The door strangely looks like those push in the middle bar doors. But it’s MORE SOLID than a bar door. It is charcoal gray & very smooth, & the seams between construction of the boards are very TIGHT so when it closes there are no cracks. And someone was standing there watching the door & my friend & I were definitely DENIED– no words spoken.
Then one day there’s a DISASTER. A terrific FLOOD in the streets that is so serious it comes all the way to the bottom of the ballroom – & somehow – don’t ask how – dreams are not logical – it is so deep it’s over one’s head.
Now I was holding my DAUGHTER in my arms & she does the CRAZIEST thing. She jumps head first from where we’re standing in the doorway of the ballroom looking out {I know, not logical as we were barred}, into the water, which is over her head & dangerous! I reach in & thank God catch her arms, pull her out, & then carry her through the ballroom to seek assistance for what seems like distress or injury she might have.
Everything & everyone was upside down due to the flood – the rules are not what they were before because it’s chaos. And people are looking to help my daughter. I see one flustered female with dark wet hair framing her face, there seems to be some greenery in her hair like the flood put it there, looks like she took a plunge, & she’s also looking to recover.
To make a long story short, my daughter recovers with help. The society changes their mind somehow & will permit her re-entrance And someone asks her will you go back there, & she says,
“Being with them is a LUXURY, not a necessity, so I probably will not.”
Not sure if she said she would NOT or PROBABLY not. {End}
MEANING:
*{This sounds like the incident in 1974 where I tried to pose with Arnold & he maneuvered me to the edge where I had to hop off the elevated ‘Winner’s Circle’ platform. That particular spot is when I JUMP HEAD FIRST into the FLOOD WATER over my head – a DANGEROUS stunt!
In real life it was a socially dangerous move to do this – Charles Gaines said he saw me do ‘the stunt.’ It was brash & rash because no woman had ever done it before!
The Winner’s Circle posing at the end of this show was reserved FOR MEN by the idea their contest was SUPERIOR to the women’s – they were the stars, women were supporting players who had to stay in their place. By me jumping up there was seeking EQUAL STATUS with the men! And Arnold wouldn’t stand for it! Not sure if some of his pushing me away was based on a personal conflict between us in 1972 – it could have been both ideas.
Now the SOCIETY of privileged folks who I once belonged to but then was barred was the BODY BUILDING ESTABLISHMENT. All was hunky dory for me to break open the iron doors, but once that was done, did they need me? Certainly Dan Lurie would have kept promoting me had he stayed in the biz, but he melted away. His magazine disappeared. And the Weider/Arnold couple – that was trouble for personal reasons, explained elsewhere. {As I said, Weider owned the IFBB & Arnold owned Weider & Arnold was tyrannical. What he said was the law. Whoever was in his grace was in IFBB Heaven, whoever lost his Grace was BARRED FROM BODYBUILDING as Weider had the MONOPOLY. The guys who cooperated with him were promoted in the Weider magazines, but once they stood up to him or presented a competitive threat or in any way displeased Arnold – gone like the snow in Spring.}
Now there is a HUGE FLOOD that affects everything – it reaches the doorway of the privileged ballroom & there is DEEP WATER right at its doorstep.
What is the huge flood, Mother God? I can’t grasp this.
MG: OK let’s look at the symbols: a FLOOD. It could be a flood of opinions, a flood of responses, a flood of mail, a flood of inquiries, a flood of tears – a flood is a DELUGE of this that or the other. Now this flood here is DEVASTATING so it shows there’s some sort of response to perhaps you being BARRED or OUTED from the establishment – as that is the SUBJECT of this dream.
One woman looks like she took a bath – who is that? She was hit hard. A BATH is like BAPTISM which means: Baptized by fire, baptized by water, baptized by a trial. Baptism is going through an ORDEAL that brings one to be BORN AGAIN or CHANGES one. Baptism leads to the born again experience & ETERNAL LIFE. And so the flood, & the baptism so far are saying there will be a positive result from an ordeal. Is this woman you?
What is the GREEN LITTLE sprig in her hair? See this:
Biblical Significance: In the story of Noah’s Ark, a dove returns with an olive leaf after the flood, signifying the receding waters and the beginning of a new chapter of peace and hope.
Classical Antiquity: Ancient Greeks and Romans also associated the olive branch with peace, wisdom, and prosperity. It was used in rituals and diplomacy, and Roman coins depicted Pax, the goddess of peace, holding an olive branch.
Poor Soul in Purgatory Gets me Healed – Diary/Dream
Their Prayers are Effective!
This is the 4th day after an event that left me in bad mental shape.
On Sat – July 19, 2025 I met a young man – 21 yrs – who was going to work for me landscaping. He was here less than an hour & left & was scheduled to work the next day.
All we were doing were pruning my apple tree. He’d never done it before – I suggested how although I’m also an amateur. So while he lopped off the big ‘sucker’ branches I clipped the wild roses that had invaded all around the tree & we chatted.
He suggested next day returning with his associate & a chain saw & they could move through this job quicker & easier. I was not on board with that but I didn’t say anything – this was a ‘one man’ job – & who is this other person, a stranger to me – that I would have to also pay – & besides that another male who knows where I live – I don’t know him from Adam, whereas this boy is the son of a friend of mine so I have his identity. But having men who I don’t know all knowing where I live breaches my security/safety. But it just wasn’t feasible to explain all that to him when he was here – just hadn’t the time as he was in a rush & also I had not thought it out.
I left him a message that evening that I did not agree with his bringing a second male – pruning an apple tree is a one-man job, but he did not call me back.
The next day, a couple hours before he was to arrive, I called him again & I sensed instantly by the sound of his voice he would be negative.
Not to explain every word, but he was arrogant & flippant, not respectful or diplomatic – making demands, saying he was working to be paid ‘by the job’ – not per hour. That this is how he worked to make a living – what he needed to survive, he needed his ‘mate’ & his tools, & he ridiculed the fact that after his working less than 40 minutes I gave him $20 {lopping branches with a clipper is not skilled or difficult labor!}. He doesn’t work BY THE HOUR he said & it has to be by the job – etc etc. I asked him OK, then how much will you charge to prune this tree? He said $120 to $150. So after more quibbling I swallowed my anger & said,
“OK you said you’d do the tree for $120?” and he said,
“No, I said I’d do the tree for $150 to $200.”
I said that’s not what you said he argued again & again until finally I gave up & said I was too upset to talk any further, good bye.
He made me feel on the defense, like I had somehow done something wrong – kept bringing up how he was to originally plant 7 tiny trees, but I changed it to pruning the apple tree – like I had committed some sort of crime. I could not figure out or put my finger on why did I feel like he had beat me up?
So fine, another potential employee gone South, he’s about the 3rd that didn’t work out, no biggie. That’s life.
But why was I in such pain?
This pain gave me such mental distress that I couldn’t rightly function – couldn’t do my writing as I couldn’t THINK STRAIGHT – felt disoriented – kind of confused, sort of sad, sort of anxious, just plain out miserable.
At the end of Sunday I realized this haunting was some sort of mental/emotional problem. I did a session where I removed him from my mind & emotions, sent him on to his greatest good, wished him well but not with me, etc. I cleansed myself, felt better & thought it was fixed.
But it wasn’t. This time I took Holy Water – I hadn’t used it in years – sprinkled the house & did exorcisms. But the bad vibes didn’t go away. I kept thinking of Bob Larsen & his teachings – how any contact with another person, be it dating, friendship, business – anything – when you’re with other people, especially if it’s close – you can get INFESTED or even POSSESSED by their demons. I now believed this is what it was – some kind of infestation. It’s like bacteria or viruses – they have it & can transmit it to you – under certain conditions, like when they have strong thoughts or feelings abut you – they PROJECT.
The third day the presence of evil was still around & I could not put my finger on it – what it was, how it affected me. I KNEW it was from the boy – let’s call him Shane. It started as soon as we spoke Sunday morning & I felt beat up. But what did he give me? What negative or harmful feelings did he have toward me & why?
I tried to figure it out, going over & over again our conversations, while we worked & when we argued on the phone.
Yes I called out for help, as I do daily, to my Saints in Heaven, Angels & souls in Purgatory. Waiting for them to assist me.
Dreams this Day
I had much to do with three different men who I think were Saints, them trying to console me make me fee better {we were making out & kissing tenderly, even passionately, with each of the 3 men. Maybe they were 3 of my spiritual husbands} Then I FELL & had trouble getting up.
I fell a second time & a man came to assist me. It seemed like my left side was disabled. This man I felt was strong, he was trying to hoist me up with some effort. And next to him I saw a small, very thin with thin arms, black girl her arms extended to hoist me up. I thought,
“Her arms are so thin, I doubt if she can help me.”
The man did help, but in the end it was her that got me up. I held her hands & she hoisted me up the rest of the way – she was strong. {End}
MEANING:
*{When I got up from this dream I was healed. I was back to normal, the nightmare was over. And most amazingly the person who helped me the most – the final lifting – was by a soul in Purgatory who I felt would not be able to do it. This is a lesson in how they CAN help, EVEN IF THEY ARE SO DISABLED. Her blackness has nothing to do with race – it’s the state of her soul, still needing to be cleansed. But she PRAYED like I ask the souls at every Mass to pray for me – & she did it & her prayers worked!
I channeled Mother God, my head being clearer now, what exactly happened & I’ll let her do the talking:
Mother God: Yes, this boy INFESTED you with multiple negative entities, thoughts & feelings of HATE. I tcame after you bragged abut yur business, how you at times, earned 8 & even 10k a month. He was SO JEALOUS that he felt a sort of raging HATE & as soon as that happened he became hard & cold against you & started making demands, like bringing his friend the next day & making short work of the tree.
And when you confronted him by phone his rhetoric was cold & hard, sort of barking at you instead of talking in a reasonable manner & this came out of HATE.
Hate is the most destructive emotion there is, it’s worse than anger. Hate is when anger or rage turn into pure destructiveness – it is the worst sin, punishable in Purgatory by fire the way your first husband was in flames when you first saw him in Purgatory. And it took many years for this hate to dissipate – it was still there after 30 years!
ME: OK so he felt hate. We both agree it was when I told him about my business success he felt jealousy, then hate. Some people would have admired me & asked me how I did it so they could also succeed. Why did he feel hate instead of admiration & wanting to learn from me?
MG: Because for one thing, he’s STUPID. For another, his ego got in the way of learning & he felt diminished & inferior to you. He wanted what you have. He also looked up your property on the smart phone & showed it to you from the sky looking down on your island & many acres of wilderness. He was intensely jealous of that as well. He told you about the plain house he was looking at with just one acre of land that he hoped to buy for himself & his fiancé – nothing special there – & here, you had it all.
ME: OK so he had hate & anger, jealousy, envy – that’s his bad & it should have afflicted him. But why & how was it affecting me?
MG: He sent MULTIPLE thoughts with feelings, your way that were barbaric, negative & strong. He wanted to KILL you – that’s what HATE is – an emotion of murder, of destruction. Remember your first husband who harbored hate tried to strangle you twice. It’s like that.
You were picking up his vibes like demons. You can call them demons – they become ENTITIES when they’re strong, they take a certain metaphysical form & shape. You were barraged on the human, physical level by these entities.
ME: But I did the good ritual cleansing me of him the first day & the second I did exorcism, but the pain still persisted. Why did it take so much to heal me?
MG: The DEGREE of his hate plus he not willing to let it go – your success bothered him so much because he’s a weak, non virtuous person. He’s low minded, however cute, innocent & young he may look. Never go by looks. Your first husband was handsome & a school teacher – people thought he was an upright guy, but he wasn’t.
This is a lesson to you not to tell too many people of your successes because many of them will hate you – not love you for it. This is the nature of humans. Don’t give them too much credit.}* {End}
Important addendum next day! I see his demon! 7 24 25
This night I SAW HIS DEMON! It’s a demon of MURDER! In the vision – it felt so real – I’m in my upper living room & to the left wall is my front door. The solid door was open & all at once, a man opens wide my beveled glass door, walks into my premises & stands right in front of me.
I KNOW he is a MURDERER & I think,
“What can I do? Is this it? Am I about to die?”
He looks rough, like a working man but his face is GRIM. He has tousled dark hair, is middle aged, has on all black with white underneath, all the clothing is soft & loose; rumpled.
But as soon as I SEE him, it’s as if he is there to be identified, he’s GONE.
This is so interesting because in the past, I have done many exorcisms – thousands – And in most of them I would say the ‘identify yourself’ statement,
“Reveal WHO you are, WHAT KIND you are, WHEN you entered, WHY you entered, & then BEGONE!”
I learned this from Bob Larsen. Larsen insists on having a NAME when he does his exorcisms. It could be ‘lust,’ it could be the God ‘Ra’ {to him anything but Jesus is a demon – of course he’s wrong, but that’s a Fundamentalist for you} – it could be ‘abortion’ – it could be ‘suicide’, ‘self hate,’ ‘jealousy,’ ‘avarice’, ‘stealing’, ‘gluttony’ – could be any number of things. This was MURDER.
And I will ask Mother God since I neglected to do the reveal words, why did he reveal himself to me like that? It really helped I might add, to close this case.
Mother God: It was a favor to you because you took it so well – honored the Poor Soul who helped you out, so it was she who gave you this privilege – to see exactly in ‘black & white’ who this evil entity was.
That explains his ‘black & white’ outfit – instead of being all black, which one might expect, the vision is like that.
ME: Mother God, now I can understand why SO ANY ‘workers’ do not work out. The ones that are not meant to be with me, for whatever reason will absent themselves. There are different reasons, but once I meet someone who is meant to be, who’s right for me, it will work out. And this case, yiikes, must be the worst of all because he actually made me sick temporarily & I needed outside help. Wow, what if we had got along & I agreed to his demands? I would have a MURDERER on my premises, & one WITH A CHAIN SAW!
Mother God, is this male DANGEROUS? If he has this demon is he likely to get possessed at some point & kill someone? At the very least, kill an innocent animal? And did God make me make that ‘mistake’ of bragging on my business earnings & re my property, that made it go South to MAKE SURE he’d veer away from me?
MG: It sounds logical that God would make things go awry to separate you from dangerous people. And in this case, bragging does not always bring abut HATE but in many people it does, & it’s one way of pushing away the haters!
And now you know that even if he offered to work for you for FREE you’d not allow him near you! What a BLESSING this has been!
A Prince – a King – A Cat – A Love Affair Between Prince and Lowly Girl
I’m in a small Church & at first it seems like there are a good amount of people while the light is dim but when it gets brighter I see here I am in the right side pews & on the left is only one old couple, the female has a white curly hairdo like those old lady permanents. She’s closer to me, her husband to her left in the pew, they’re a few rows ahead.
I see a Priest or priests in front as if higher up & with them officiating is the ‘Prince of Wxx’ {this not the real person, just a symbol}.
He had an AFFAIR with a girl from my neighborhood which is poor. And within this area is one yet more lowly – a ghetto or slum. This girl came from there, status wise the lowest of the low!
And she has had a serious affair with this Prince – both of them being in love – for a good amount of time – yet no one knows about it. I hold in my hands a TINY BOOK, abut 4”x4” – maroon cover – that I hold up to him & tell him I’ve produced an account of that affair!
Now later on a CAT appears who is confined. I take care of it but it’s been confined so long it wants to RUN but I cannot allow it to run as it will get lost & could be in danger; I must keep it on a leash So I go out with the cat & we’re in a GOLDEN WHEAT FIELD, I have it on a long gray soft leash & I run at first but she wants to run faster, I run as fast as I can to give her the exercise.
Later this cat turns into the tiniest creature like a quarter inch diameter & is confined to a sort of plastic see-through purse or pouch – I hope she has enough air.
I did meet up with the female who had the AFFAIR with the Prince – a while after it was over. She’s wearing gray/blue, dull, short straight brown hair, not so good looking. She doesn’t want to think about or recall the affair, nor does she want to talk abut it – just wants to walk away without comment – don’t know why this is. Maybe HURT.
Later the Prince turns into a KING but can’t recall what else happens. {End}
MEANING:
*{I suspect the Prince who turns into a King is the REAL Mr. A. And the woman of the lowest class would be ME because that’s how I am viewed being in the adult trade. But us having a significant affair seems far fetched, doesn’t make sense – it was just one incident. Unless it’s gone on in our HEADS.
The cat I have on the leash, the one that wants to run I suspect is the real story {like ‘running a story’ – ‘cat out of the bag’, a secret being told}. This is me anticipating telling what really happened between Mr. A & myself – which I HAVE NEVER TOLD.
And it starts out with me telling this ‘Prince’ of a man that I have the account of the story & I’m going to use it. Why is this in a Church, Priests up in front, one old couple to the left? Why is the book so SMALL – just 4”x4” & has a maroon cover?
Maroon cover is suffering. Who suffered him or me? Him I guess. Why am I announcing this to him in a Church? Why is he a priest among priests? Why is the Church empty except for me & the old couple? Mother God, help!
MG: It’s like an official announcement before God. You’re asking God for guidance on everything every day. So you are bringing this into the open, before God.
No one knows about this but you & apparently this old couple. She has curly white hair. This is a symbol of someone worried, anxious – white hair is when your hair turns white – it’s from torture or worry. And curly in this case is the same thing – ‘curls your hair’ is something like ‘makes your hair stand up,’ curling is something affecting your mind badly.
Not sure who this lady represents except your own flesh & the husband would be who? Jesus – a Saint?
You’re asking or announcing you’re going to bring out this story in the open.
The cat becoming super tiny in the see-through bag again, is the story. People will see through this bag ‘letting the cat out’ is seeing, knowing there’s a cat in the bag instead of a pig {how people in the old days used to substitute a cat for a pig & sold it for the price of a pig – the buyer not seeing what was in the bag.} Why does the cat become so tiny? It’s a small incident?}*
The Tiny Infant who Loves Me
There’s this tiny male infant here – he’s little but he can walk. He does some small thing wrong & I smack him on his backside. He’s wearing an outfit that is multicolor print – he’s covered all over, material fairly close to his body, not loose, covered from neck to ankles, long sleeves.
Right after I smack him he turns to me & exclaims,
“I love you!”
Puts his arms stretched to me to pick him up, which I do. {End}
MEANING:
*{This sounds like you giving a slap on the bum to this man, Mr. A – a small insult or punishment. And he is revealing to you what he felt or feels – love for you the way one feels for one’s Mother.
And you accept his love. A lot of behaviors happen – including revenge – because love is strong. If a person had lukewarm feelings they would not get so upset about being rejected or ‘slapped’ as shown here.}*
7-19-25 Mr A Loves Me – is this a symbol of Success or is it Him?
I am standing in an open space – yu can see miles around, & I do see a building maybe a couple thousand feet in front of me, but wide open spaces all around, & roads everywhere.
A man is standing across the road from me – it’s Arnold, who usually represents SUCCESS.
I’m speaking to him & I say,
“I was AFRAID OF YOU.”
Suddenly he is upon me, a close embrace, & he lies down on something ON HIS BACK & I’m on top of him. He’s HUGE – like maybe 10’ tall, & I’m one third his size, lying on top of him & I say,
“I love you.”
He says nothing but the fact that he took me in his arms, & held me to himself in this position means love.
It is SO VIVID that it feels like a real person, but is it Arnold reconciling with me or a symbol of {earthly} SUCCESS?
He is wearing something with soft like flannel light green large checks.
MEANING:
*{Since he is so much bigger than me I doubt if it’s the real man. It’s a symbol of success coming my way & look – there is a BUILDING behind Arnold, the rest are wide open spaces. And later on in the night I see this white building with the 20 families & God asks me if I want it.
That seems to point so a success with my New Religion/Order. Somehow I obtain a BUIDING?
The WIDE OPEN SPACES & roads – it’s an unlimited or wide open opportunity. Roads are paths, ways to get places. There is SUCCESS right before me – a building behind him – nothing else is about. And after I SPEAK to him he crosses the road which means HE/IT/SUCCESS COMES TO ME.
It’s after I say I WAS AFRAID. Was means BEFORE – means I am not afraid NOW. Then success comes to me & it is HUGE. And it is EARTY because he’s wearing GREEN.
And this is from God’s Love & now I ACCEPT this when I saw “I love you.” By loving God I love God’s Will, God’s bounty, God’s success. I do not fear it; I have faith, hope & trust in God.}* {End}
A Building for the New Order
So earthly wealth was is it? Only to HELP OTHERS, not luxuries. I am saving all my bread to start an Order, New Religion for women & their children – a Matriarchy. I also dreamed of it last night I saw a building. God showed it to me & said how would I like to have this building, with 20 families? It was a white painted clapoard building maybe 3 floors I saw a wooden unpainted outside staircase.
Don’t know why God showed me this. It’s what I thinkg of every day – I have so much to do to write. I must rewrite the Catholic Catechism to suit our New Religion. It won’t take long – it’s all in my head, but I just have to do it. {End}
MEANING: *{Goes with the previous dream. The building being WHITE is a sign of ‘good’ – ‘mighty white of you.’ The unpainted staircase, wood, outside, what does that mean?
A staircase is a series of steps going up & down. So is it a few steps to get this building?
Why ’20 families’? Maybe to show this will be a huge opportunity.}* {End}
There’s some sort of a PARTY – Like in a small restaurant, with big dinner plates on small tables – the plates are like plastic containers ‘to go’ yet we are somehow – someone is – eating heartily. Everything here is WHITE. White walls, tables.
Then a man familiar to me appears in the air next to me. He has long, fluffy hair, streaked honey colors – at first I thought he might be female but he’s male. As he ascends he embraces me & puckers his lips & we have hearty kisses, almost like good bye as he’s on his way somewhere. He’s wearing a fluffy coat covering him completely which seems like the under-down of a bird – it’s gathered at his neck.
My only fear is I have a man who loves me in a vehicle to my right, sitting in the driver’s seat & he might be JEALOUS because I guess he’s in love with me. I love them both. {End}
MEANING:
{Everything here cries ‘Ascension!’ The corner restaurant is the Cross {corner} & the Holy Mass {nourishment} & the whiteness everywhere is saying a cleansing has been completed.
The outfit this man is wearing is the down of a bird – the undercoat – with which a bird lines its nest for the baby chicks to be protected. So this implies being ‘born again’ in Spirit & flying or Ascending into the other world.
His kisses are his gratitude for my help. His hair? Honey is something sweet – hair is thoughts. His thoughts have become sweet as he has been cleansed & is entering the Eternal Realm.
The man with me I love & fear he might be jealous – he’s in the driver’s seat: This is a SAINT who has transported me to this person for his help. The jealousy is just a ‘tongue in cheek’ idea, it’s just to show the Saint’s presence, we love each other – he brought me here & will take me back to earth.
Around 7-13-25 Amazing PINK FEATHERS Ascensions!
My lady friend & I are on a LONG JOURNEY of mega proportions. We trek for MILES on end, through wilderness & here & there – houses – but for the most part, nothing but woods, fields, hills. Where are we going? What are we looking for? I seem to be FOLLOWING HER.
I recall one super-open area where we are on an elevation & can look down for miles across us & to our right – seeing fields, country roads. And we are here near a house – seems like from the 30’s architecturally, charming, beige stucco on the outside maybe? And far on a maybe dirt road, crossing some sort of bridge is a group of people which seem to have police officers in black among them, & they look at us. So we are scared like are we supposed to be here & are they going to stop us? But they do nothing. They are maybe a thousand feet away from us.
Now we go across the road where someone seems to be asking who we are. We want to be incognito for some reason – secret. I say my name is Jane Doe & my friend say’s her name is Smith.
We then see a pathway there, through thick brush. We go there – I follow her. We go for MILES. Then we come upon a pathway lined with PINK TURKEY FEATHERS – the path underneath & the sides also have them. We go on & on for a long time & finally come to an ‘open house’ where we see the feathers covering TWO MOUNDS underneath which we know or think are a HUSBAND & WIFE. Yiikes! We have INVADED someone’s privacy.
And the man GETS UP & chases us & we are SCARED SHITLESS & WE RUN FOR our lives, faster than our feet can carry us & farther than we think we need to until we finally stop & hope to God we left the man behind! We stop within the wilderness & get our breath. We seem SAFE. {End}
MEANING:
*{This LADY is ANOTHER SAINT who’s taking me on a complicated journey through Purgatory to see what? If anyone needs help or has ascended?
It seems like our trek is mega secret & even rather sneaky, as we fear those COPS that are ANGELS & we also hide our identities at the entrance to the PATH through a wilderness – where we do find a man & woman couple WHO HAVE ASCENDED.
The path – the turkey feathers {feathers are flying} – show Ascension, being PINK is like ‘in the pink’ means happiness. And we find these two people with their bodies DEAD & BURIED – mounds – but not dead spiritually, very much alive.
I’m following the lady because this Saint is guiding me – the places where these souls dwell, both in Purgatory & Heaven – are extremely difficult to find, more so than finding someone without a correct e mail or link. It seems that the man did not want us in his PARADISE – this is his private domain, we had no right to be in their Heaven, or Heaven, period, lol. If we enter Purgatory OK, but we are not authorized to enter Heaven – that must be why symbolically he chases us out of there!}* {End}
I am working it seems for a Boss Man & trying to be the ‘main one’ for him. But I have two male rivals who also want to be important – I’m
jealous of them & give them deadly stares when they ‘suck up’ to the boss, getting real close to him by the door & speaking about work.
While these rivals are communicating with him I go to a table to do some work. I have several BOWLS where I’m sorting out mostly GREENS. I finish sorting & the bowl that has the GARBAGE or DISCARDED leaves, stems, bad spots or so on is showing hundreds of those old-time leaves I used to pick since 4 years old in Germany which are also growing on my upper lawn. These are like SWORDS or SCIMITARS, but soft, tender leaves, they are, hundred of them, pointing up from the bowl. These leaves are SOUR & make the MOST DELICIOUS SOUP.
The boss is busy but I catch his attention as he’s going toward that same door & show him the bowl of what would be discarded, but I ask him to taste one of these leaves, as they are delicious. I was hoping he would want to use them after tasting them.
He does take one leaf but I see it has a TINY little dark spot – which I think shouldn’t make a difference. He tastes it but there’s NO REACTION good or bad so I’m neither here nor there with this.
MEANING:
*{Help, Mother God! I know leaves are ‘victory’ but other than that, I am floored. Is the Boss Man JESUS & are the men close to him MALE SAINTS that I would be JEALOUS of because of their HOLINESS?
And sorting out leaves might be what I should be doing, good or bad, nourishing the good, discarding the bad, choosing my daily activities. There is something that SEEMS GOOD but when Jesus takes one leaf to taste, it HAS A FLAW. Can you help work out the details?
MG: I does sound like Jesus & two of His Saints & of course you could be jealous of how advanced they are – you want to be like them. It might be St. Charbel & one of so many Saints you’ve been calling on lately – ones you added yesterday were St. Fulton J. Sheen & St. John Vianney – but there are a dozen other males.
And yes you’ve been asking them to look over you daily & help you with all your activities & to GET RID OF THE BAD. What could this bad be?
There are TWO HINTS. One, these leaves are SOUR, & two, they are SWORDS!
Sour is NOT SWEET. Swords CUT or could HURT or KILL. You have been praying about & concerned about what you think is your FLAW of being ‘too nice.’ People such as yourself, you noticed, don’t get as much
‘respect’ as the mean, the bullies, the tyrants the self centered – those who DEMAND respect & are NOT particularly nice. You’ve been feeling you must be LESS NICE & thereby get more respect & NOT get taken advantage of.
But there is a FLAW to that. It’s better to be TOO NICE & get somewhat taken advantage of used rather than being NOT NICE ENOUGH – caring less, less empathetic. After all, it is not a SIN to be ‘TOO NICE’. But being less empathetic, less sensitive to the feelings of others is being less Saintly & holy! There you have the SOUR WORDS & the WORDS that CUT LIKE A SWORD.
Yesterday you tried out being not as nice with a person you interviewed for employment. You weren’t mean, but just ONE IOTA of being less sensitive & you dreamed you hit him on the head with a BIG STICK! In the world of God the slightest nuances are recorded – even a GLANCE – as you know – can hurt – a glance carries meaning, good or bad. It can be deadly or life-giving, hateful or loving.
The men you’re jealous of are LEANING on the shoulder of Our Lord– this shows devotion, sweetness – like St. John the Beloved, who ‘rested on the bosom’ of Our Lord at Supper. You are giving them HATEFUL LOOKS OF JEALOUSY!
The dream is showing you NOT to be concerned about being ‘too nice’ & go the other way – Jesus likes you as you are – very sensitive even if you get TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF by people! He – God – will make up to you what people take away! ‘Blessed are the poor!’
ME: In each case Jesus is by the door. Explain.
MG: It’s saying that Jesus WILL LEAVE YOU or EXIT unless you show him the TENDEREST LOVE & that is the self-sacrificing Love! That is who Jesus was/is – that is who you MUST BE if you want to be like him – the holiest of Saints like the guys you’re jealous of & giving mean looks! You gave them these looks when you experimented with GOING THE OTHER WAY being less caring – so you were projecting HATE instead of Love!
And so, stay the way you are, in fact, be more caring & loving, more sensitive, & don’t be afraid what people will do to you – live to please God, not care about people hurting you – do what you think, you know, is the holiest, most sanctified thing to do & leave it in the hands of God, trusting God to protect you.}* {End}
Daniel R. Murphy passed away on Mon. May 15, 2017. He leaves behind his loving wife, Mary Jane, etc. {Her Ascension is recorded in this book}
If this is ASCENSION he was in Purgatory 8 years, one month, 11 days approx.
I HOPE this is an Ascension! There is one conflicting symbol I must tackle.
It’s something about Mary Jane & her husband Dan.
I first see myself on the dirt road behind my house & what am I doing there? Something to do with silhouettes of a female – in black – going across the road & this & something else tells me there’s been some sort of IMPROVEMENT.
*{a silhouette in black on this dirt road passing across hints at ‘funeral’- a passing black like a shadow or unsubstantial thing could be Purgatory. The old dirt road could also mean an ‘old, not so good road’ sounds like Purgatory – & having an improvement is an improvement in the Purgatorial state or might be ASCENSION.}*
Then I’m in an apt & there is something kind of EVENT going on & Mary Jane, my best friend who died & is now in Heaven, is officiating, like giving some sort of gathering or party. For some reason, the apt looks like that of the young organist of the Church of long ago – Annunciation in Brooklyn. I was in his apt only once, for Xmas.
And there are many cards here on the walls – like the Xmas cards I saw the organist had received, but closer to me there are five LARGE cards on the wall that I sent Mary Jane that she seems to be wanting my notice, & underneath each of these cards is a SMALL card I sent her – but these are not Xmas but EASTER cards! There are a total of TEN cards – I took note of that, & they are hung here on a wooden ledge.
*{This all sounds like God’s Grace – the Church, the organist which means Holy Music, Xmas. But there is no mistake about EASTER – It is RESURRECTION, which is ASCENSION! Why 10? Five big, 5 small? It could be 10 things I did for the sake of Mary’s husband – 5 Masses & 5 special prayers, that added up to get enough Grace for this.}*
Now to the right of this ledge is an opening like you know when you have a partition & opening from one room to another & you can see partway into the next room? Mary Jane is standing here before the partition; I only see her waist up.
She’s speaking to all of us about something coming up – she’ going somewhere with her husband on a VACATION & she says it’ll only be about 3 weeks.
*{This is the confusing, conflicting symbol: 3 weeks. Gong to some place special for 3 weeks. But if one ascends into Heaven, it’s not temporary, it’s forever. They aren’t coming back. Or is she saying he will ascend IN 3 WEEKS?}*
But the way she’s speaking is JOYFUL & I take note of her outfit. She has on a beautiful pale beige blouse, gathered somewhat around the low neckline bust line area – it’s a bit loose and it has tiny black flowers embroidered all over it here & there. I’ve never seen her in anything like that – it’s feminine, glamorous, so I take note of it. It is exactly like a fancy bra I have that I almost never wear. And her face is BEAMING in a way I’ve never seen.
*{beige with tiny black embroidered flowers. Gathered, feminine, glamorous, a bit loose. I am stumed here Mother God.
MG: You’ve never seen her like this because she’s been humbled. Mary Jane was proud & independent. Se NEVER kow towed to anyone. She refused to wear seat belts! But here she is the opposite of that. She has finally given in, humbled herself before God. Her humility MIGHT refer to the fact that she is USING YOUR PORTAL – to help her husband. – to get him out. When you tried to help her before, both of you on earth she didn’t give you enough respect to follow your advice. But now she is humble [feminine, passive].}*
I see her husband & he LOOKS AT ME – he’s right at the edge of this counter in front of Mary Jane, I only see him shoulders up. I’ve had a couple dreams he was in but he NEVER looked at me before & strangely, his face is sort of SMASHED IN. Like his eyes & part of his face are squeezed horizontally together & sort of dark. It’s like a double message, he wants to see me but doesn’t want me to know he’s looking at me trying to be secret, or some strange feeling like that. Maybe he doesn’t want me to see him looking ugly.
*{This is the second time I have seen some ashamed or embarrassed that I find them in Purgatory – which is a state of ugliness as we are filthy with sin. That’s why his face is smashed in & dark. I had assumed hopefully he s already in Heaven – but he wasn’t. He is ashamed of his sins.}*
The scene changes & I am in a LARGE grocery store – not as large as Wal-Mart but larger than my local.
Right off the bat I have trouble because there are no more CARTS. I look around & ask if anyone has one. Not sure about this but I think I finally get one. There’s also the moment where someone gives me a small CHAIR to sit on & it’s such a RELIEF for my back & legs, I am grateful. Then after these two items I am suddenly IN THE AIR way above everyone – the ceiling is high – & I do somersaults in the air, am having a great time up there. Is everyone looking? They should be as no one else can do this, lol.
I seem to be in this store a while but can’t recall any more what I did there. {End}
*{Two significant symbols, a cart & a chair provided. The cart is a RECEPTACLE, by which you can obtain the goods you want, in this case, NOURISHMENT. This, for the souls is the Grace of God obtained by the Holy Mass as well as PRAYERS which summon – as does the St. Gertrude prayer – all the Masses of the earth on this day, all the sufferings, all the charity, together with Jesus & Mary, all the Saints of all religion, in company with the Holy Angels. Now you say the Holy Mas most day but not all days. You say the Gertrude prayer several times a day but you have asked your Guardian Angels to say this prayer 50 times a day.
You have obtained ASSISTANCE here – both the cart & the chair which let you ease the burden on your back & legs – {which when standing & walking for a while are painful.}
This sounds like the assistance of your Guardian Angels saying the prayers & giving you rest from having to do them all – nourishment for the souls is obtained, & you are ‘over the moon’ with joy – ascending into the air because of the good being done.}* {End}
6 22 25 Something About Jesus Sacred Heart with Me
Dream prophesies something good for my books – in July – my birthday month
Wish I could recall the beginning but it’s about Tom Selleck {he’s always re my Interior Divine Stigmata – he represents Jesus in this aspect of Divine Love –it has NOTHING to do with him personally} – & somehow he’s around & both he & his WIFE {for some reason} are going to visit me!
This is a BIG DEAL & I hurriedly go to the door to open them to greet them. But the door isn’t just one door but several, & they are THICK. It’s like the doorway is a large box but smaller than a regular door. Each door is beautiful, one anyway – light colored, smooth & I open one, then another until three are open & I believe HE SEES ME because I get just a glimpse of myself where my makeup SPARKLES in red & blue – eyes & lips are make up. And I don’t see his WIFE but cheese cloth pouch with strings – white – the kind you use to strain cheese or certain liquids, but this is a bag the size of a large mango & this represents her. The pouch looks like the inside of the white Amish caps with strings, only smaller.
*{Wow, Jesus & Mary have symbolically appeared to me. I was afraid to analyze this because of the doors sounding like I had closed doors between myself & these two Celestials. BUT & that’s the big factor: I am OPENING all the doors between myself & them! Why is it like a large BOX? ‘Think outside the box’ comes to mind. Saying think with an open mind, not the restrictions usually applied. So we are OPENING our mind here.
Now it’ notable that I do NOT see them, but they see me. It’s because I am not in th mystically aware state right now – not CONSCIOUSLY aware of their Great & Perfect Love – but THEY are aware of ME which indicate I HAVE their love.
The pouch / cap is a holder or receptacle. It’s white- something good. She’s presenting it to me. It’s the size that could hold an adult heart & it’s also the symbol of a cap for the head – so it’s saying,
“Here – this is to contain your heart & your head, which are both good.”
Jesus Sacred Heart & Mary’s Immaculate Heart approve of me right now! Wow!}*
So I actually don’t physically see them but KNOW they are there come to see me & they see me.
……….Earlier saw another lady go to a store & she got a plastic see-through container {soft disposable plastic, stiff but soft} & inside a bouquet of red, white & blue artificial roses, crude version – soft papery material rolled into roses.
*{Since this hearkens to red white & blue & when Jesus & Mary saw me my eyes & lips sparkled with red & blue & She held a white holder for my mind / heart – these two symbolize something similar. July is coming up & it will be my BIRTHDAY July 16 but also the birthday of our Independence the 4th of July. There is a connection between myself & this country – after all Our Lady of Fatima called me to give her speech on the conversion of Russia in front of the White House which led to the end of Communism eventually & the threat of WWIII. I was born on the propitious day – Our Lady of Mt Carmel, but also the explosion of the First Atom Bomb in Los Alamos!
Notice the roses the lady obtains are PAPER so this indicates to me my BOOKS! The plastic covers – stiff but soft are the PAPERBACK covers, {& inside, the good, the bad & the ugly, red is suffering, blue is sadness, white is good} lol. There is something GOOD about all this – but what exactly? Is it saying my books are good, my heart & mind which create them are good? Is that it? Or is it saying something good will come out of my work in July? Like the celebrations of that day – fireworks & all that. In the next dream, if its’ a parallel dream, we’ll see balloons, another symbol similar.
Why are my eyes, lips sparkling with the red & blue? It’s like what I SEE & what I SPEAK. I SPOKE through my books about what I saw or experienced {“I’ve seen hard times”}. But now this comes to a good end or or brings success. Jesus & Mary SEE ME that way – I suffered wel,l I passed my tests as in the previous dream of being tested.}*
Later dream is complicated.
It’s a busy place, maybe my home or headquarters. Several people visit me. One is kind of a ‘carnival’ type person, hard to explain, long rangy limbs, colorful. Don’t quite know how to ‘add him up.’
I sort of {he reluctant} pull him to my balcony to see something amazing. I saw one little animal way down below, more than a floor down, a huge area {in my premises} and I saw a 4 footed dark pink animal, tiny & it had white feathers SPORADICALY here & there – tuft on its head & body, most of it’s body bare, a pinkish color – it looks like a NEWBORN with its eyes not yet open but it can walk or move. I thought it was the only one like that but on more inspection I see many dozens exactly like him milling about down there. Reminds me of those poor little parrots who’ve lost their feathers but are being cared for – ow pitiful they look! But since someone cares for them they thrive.
In some cases, whether bird is loved, its nervous condition abates & bit by bit the feathers grow back. These poor little creatures look like that They are bare naked & vulnerable but now white feathers are popping out here & there.
*{This is a PROPHECY coming up of NEW BIRTH, new beginnings, a revival or something / someone COMING BACK TO LIFE or fruition that previously was deprived or in a state of lack. Could this be MY BOOKS? Lol, they certainly have not got anywhere, because neither I nor anyone else has seriously promoted them. But God told me to wait, not try to be aggressive with my life story, allow them to come to me so I’m waiting.
The little bodies could be my books in their vestigial state – they exist but no ‘feathers’ with which to ‘fly’ or be visible to others.
Feathers are like LEGS. {of course the feathers have to cover wings, without which wings can’t carry one} You can move, go places with them but without you cannot. So my books have got nowhere but suddenly feathers appear which means the beginning of getting somewhere.}*
Then I see BALLOONS in all colors – I receive a handful of strings with these & think what is the occasion? Seems appropriate for a birthday.
*{This hearkens a celebration. The other day I was thinking I wonder if God will give me anything for my birthday? And this definitely shows some sort of jump for joy. It has to do with the little creatures below – the books – as the balloons are given me on this balcony & all colors. All colors might be all the types of books I have produced, all sorts of covers in all colors, all sorts of subjects. It might especially refer to my ife story series – ten books. Let’s see what happens & thank you God in advance.}*
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