Hello, dear ones, may the Lord bless you all. I would like to share a dream visit that I had of the Child Jesus, among the other things shown to me in that dream. So, after I share the dream, I will explain a bit about it and the symbolic language used in it, as I was given to understand in the dream. Then, Jesus’ words that He gave me after sitting with Him to hearing about this and of His heart.
So, first of all, here is the dream and all it was shown in it:
It all began with a Consecrated Host. It looked so vivid. As I was witnessing it, I really thought, “This is actually happening in REAL life!”
I gazed at the Monstrance, which was on my bed before me, and I begin to notice the Host had a yellow, wax-like color, not its usual color, and a few perfect round holes on it. The holes were no bigger than the size of the nail on your little finger. They were in diverse places, mostly at the edges, seemingly as if eaten or bitten by a bug just as you would see brown bites on a leaf, eaten by pests. [In] the next instant the holes were not seen there anymore. Instead, red spots were all over the Consecrated Host. It was blood. Within a blink of an eye, the blood spots were now in different places on the Consecrated Host. It was a very bloody Consecrated Host. Within a second, I realize while gazing at the dark-red, black, and blue spots, I said within myself, “Lord!…this is Your body! — It’s your back!” Now [was] seen a clear image of Jesus’ back on the Consecrated Host, marred with wounds and bleeding, just like at the Pillar.
In the next second, I [saw] Jesus’ whole body. This was still coming from the Consecrated Host, but this time the image did not constrain itself within the borders of the Host, I just saw His wounded body before me. He had His hands bound, wearing the crown of thorns, with had no clothes on except his bloody underwear. The mass of wounds on his body moved from one place to another, moving across his whole body as is if a typhoon seen from space in movement. Wounds were always on him. Coming and going, swirling swiftly across his body as he was still and bound with head down.
As I sat on my bed with my laptop before me, the image I saw of the wounded Jesus, now manifested as a small statue before me, sitting at the edge of the bed — no bigger than the size of a medium bottle of water. The little statue moved its wounded arms, reaching a hand toward my direction. “The statue is moving?!” I realized stunned. However, in the next second, it was no longer a statue but a living, breathing, flesh and bone normal-sized toddler before my laptop, about two or three years old. At first, it reminded me of my niece, since the toddler also had curly blond hair and blue eyes. But I soon perceive it had its own features — it was a boy.
The child moved around me on my bed in such a calm demeanor, engaging and moving around a bit like a child. My eyes followed and I see myself asking the little one, “Lord, are you sad that I do not spend that much time with you?” I asked the little one in a gentle tone as you would ask a two- or three-year-old kid. I sensed in that dream that I somehow did not spend much time with Him as usual (while in fact, I do spend time, like normal — it made me wonder). The Child Jesus affirmed in such a childlike tone, “Mhmm,” seemingly sad for that absence. Our conversation was not clear at a point even though I saw him before my eyes so clearly. I had to go around and ask some questions to understand Him. Eventually, I understood Him that, to first spend time with Him, and then go and tend to family or other things. That would be the balance He wants. The Little One (Our Lord), only said a sentence, “ABOVE ALL — BE the Temple of God” He said. “The temple of God?” — my mind wanted to ask Him, in a rush, how to be a temple of God?” — but I restrained this question, trusting, in an instant, that the Holy Spirit will teach me this when the moment comes — day by day. I said to Little Jesus instead, “Thank you for being here with us in this house, Lord.” I just thanked Him, among my words, hoping He truly likes to be in this family. The little Jesus turned His gaze toward me in such excitement and with such a wide toddler- smile. It seemed [as if] an explosion of joy was about to burst off from Him. Definitely, He was enjoying being around us more than I knew.
Right then, [while] still in the dream, I remembered how Mother Elisha said during one of our conversations, that the Lord enjoys being with us in this family — in my family — in this home — right now. The Little Lord’s smile and such happy eyes definitely made it clear and showed it to be so true — more than true — more than I imagined!
A few moments later, I see myself in another scene presenting — I saw myself presenting two canvas paintings to someone. One had 3 people in it, 2 were my relatives, and in the middle was the image of Our Mother Of Mercy (the one with the earth). The second canvas painting was in blue tones. It had big silver numbers in the middle, namely 00:44. The whole painting reminded me of water or of rain since it had a few big dewdrops on it as well. I will let you in about it a little bit later.
Now, still, in the dream, I saw the Little Lord standing beside the bed wearing a dark blue vesture with slightly large sleeves — A robe, similar to a little boy’s Japanese kimono, just for you to have an idea of its design. He was holding a candle in his right hand, and an empty vase—for oil I think—in his left hand, with the intention of [being] about to bless us.
Then, right front behind him, coming from the hallway was an auntie of mine. She scoped down all giggly and happy at the Little Jesus, speaking to Him so openly and freely, with gentle affection and boldness at His being, and cuteness. The Little Jesus, still in a calm peaceful attitude, smiled — oh so smiling, hilariously at her, but He did not speak. He just smiled — but somehow a little bit retreated from her touch — as if shy? — can’t say for sure why.
Next, my mother is in the same hallway. Looking inside my room, the Little Lord was now a Teen-adult, still in that blue robe, fitting for his body size now. One instant He was a toddler, the next, He is a teenager, close to maturity, I think adult. To my mom’s asking who was this youth, I mouthed to her “Iisus!”, which is “Jesus” in our language. I was all happy for Him being with us and engaging with us. To add a little bit about his physical features, our teenager Lord had His hair light brown color. It did not go beyond his shoulders. Rather it rested on His neck and partially covered His ears. It seemed not so wavy nor curly as the Child Jesus was moments ago. This time His hairstyle looked slightly slim with some faint waves at the end, resting on his neck. His countenance gave [me] joy and peace. Not saying much but smiling often, speaking only when needed and allowing the rest to come off his face. You could look at Him and find joy about Him being IN THIS house, literally.
Teenager Jesus (teen-adult Jesus) was not still. He was preparing something as He moved around the room a bit. He was around truly as one of the family.
After telling mom who He was, Jesus went somewhere because He was not there the next second. He disappeared. To their asking where He was, I replied, “He is in the car. Wait a little bit and he will be coming back to give us the blessing He intended.” I explained, though frankly, I could feel my flesh, frustrated that He was taking a long while to come back from the car. But whatever He was going in that car, He was taking His time for a good reason. I sensed He was tending to someone — taking His time for them.
The final scene I saw before my eyes, in this dream, was Jesus’ wounded body again. However, not in the consecrated Host. The images were taken from the Consecrated Host, but they were now sketched on paper — a sequence of them like a vertical comic of Jesus’ wounded body. But what drew more attention to me was the last one. The Lord and I were on the surface of the water — still waters, and He no longer had wounds on Him — but what stood out the most was Jesus turning to the left and pointing at the sky, mentioning without words, “There is a storm coming.” I saw this drawing moving as if an animated photo. In this case an animated outlined sketch. There was a storm coming, clouds were forming in the distance. He was forewarning when He pointed [at] that.
I recall, now, another scene during the dream [in] which one instant I saw the Monstrance broken in half, destroyed to the side. I had the Consecrated Host in my open hand, I was emotional and almost tearing up for the Host was beginning to bleed, forming a round red spot in the middle as I held it in a white covering or napkin, spotting it with his blood.
And that was the end of the dream visit that I had.
Now, to go a little bit into [the] symbolic language that I got from what I perceived in the dream.
The holed in the Consecrated host, [and] the swirling wounds on Jesus’ body, gave me the feeling that all throughout time, all throughout the generations He received wounds from mankind — non-stop — coming and going, like a mad storm. The Lord will let you know more of this in His message.
The broken Monstrance and the host beginning to bleed on my hand gave me the feeling of Him being so neglected in the Sacrament — so tossed to the side. The practice of adoration was as if literally broken in half.
The Little Child around my room and in my home is how He loves to be inside our homes. He, the Eucharistic Christ, [the] real presence of Jesus, under the appearance of bread, the Little Jesus felt like a part of the family.
When He made me know I don’t spend much time with him, one way to take it is His Body, the Church — The Bride — does not spend quality time with Him anymore as they used to. The Little Jesus felt hurt and neglected. He wanted their love and their presence near Him, first and foremost, before all else.
Now the paintings.
Beginning with the number 00:44. I initially thought they meant 15 minutes until midnight. But it’s already 00:00 which here in Europe time 00:00 means Midnight for us. So, it’s past midnight — it can’t be that. During one group call [that] we had from Mother Clare, as I was in the meeting, and after I had mentioned this to them, it dawned on me that it’s not 15 minutes until midnight, it’s a countdown and the time was stopped at 00:44 seconds. I asked the Lord about this in the Bible Promises and He confirmed it [as] being a countdown! Then, the big dewdrops in the painting, near the numbers — it dawned on me as well that they are dewdrops from heaven, graces, and mercies.
Now the second painting was [a] Mother of Mercy image with some relatives of mine, [who] lead close relationships to God and to Blessed Mother. So you can say that my relatives represented the “devout” people.
So, you had Blessed Mother, the devout people, — and the countdown stopped at 00:44 seconds. That’s interesting. Number four, now that I think about it, is usually defined as Mother Mary’s number. I also asked the Lord about this thought, and He confirmed it. So, Blessed Mother [along with] the devout people praying, — stopped the countdown to allow a few more dewdrops of mercy and grace to befall on earth. Also, the color blue, which was all over this painting, means Heaven for me. No wonder it appeared so often in this dream. Both the clothing of Jesus and the painting, marking it as [being] From Heaven.
Jesus switching from Toddler to Teenager can be defined as His relationship towards you. [In] one instance he is a little child — in the next instance, he is a teenager, near His bride-to-be — because He appeared as a teenager only when my mom appeared in the scene. So, who knows? [Lol].
Now Jesus’ being in the car, delaying for a while, He was taking His time with a soul down there, as we waited. He was not hurrying. Yes, He was aware we were waiting but He took great care to do the best he could to help that soul, which I sensed in me, despite not seeing what he was doing down there.
About the candle and the empty little bottle, which was for anointed oil, if I am not mistaken — He was about to bless and fill. Can’t say much on this one.
So far, this is what I can say about the symbolic language used in this dream.
Now, the next things that come are Jesus’ words which He gave me while sitting to hear from him sometime later, which will be the next message.