I had a dream where I found myself in a small village, which didn’t seem like it was in the Philippines. I was surrounded by many children who were happily trick-or-treating. In the dream, I wasn’t their guardian, but I was truly concerned for them, I wanted to make sure they were safe and okay.
Suddenly, the scene changed, and we were in front of old houses that looked like the historic buildings in Binondo, Manila. As we visited one particular house, it became apparent that the residents were also dressed in costumes. Then, we saw something strange, a child that looked like a mannequin, but to me, it felt like the lifeless form of a kneeling child.
We went to another house with its door wide open.
As I walked closer, I heard a woman’s voice, so motherly, warm and gentle, saying, "Pakisuyo naman ng sulat at pakibuksan," which means, “Please help me get the letter and open it.” Initially, I believed the voice belonged to a bedridden woman inside the house in need of assistance.
Upon searching the mailbox, I found a numerous letters spilling out. I don’t know how, but I just knew which letter she was talking about. It was tucked away at the back of the stack. I got it and I managed to open it, but before I could read it, the children distracted me.
Inside the house, I saw a wooden wall and when I peeked through the open door and looked to the left, I could see a narrow staircase going up.
The voice spoke once more, saying, “Ipakilala mo kami sapagkat sa larawan na lamang kami nakikita,” which means, “Make us known because now, we can only be seen in photos,” something I couldn’t quite make sense of at that moment. I was certain that the voice came from the house in front of me, and I alone could hear it.
When I looked inside again, my vision blurred slightly, but I saw a photo hanging on the wall. Even though it was blurry, it was familiar. I sensed that the voice was coming from that photo. The woman kept speaking, but I couldn’t understand her anymore because I got distracted by the children again as they had entered the next house, and I feared they were in danger.
I ran to help them, leaving behind the house with the mysterious voice. But when I got there, the children were gone. The owner of the house invited me in, but I refused and ran away.
Then I woke up.
I tried to remember the blurry photo in my dream and it became clear, I knew what it was! It was the icon of Our Mother of Perpetual Help. I was certain it was her image and perhaps her voice as well. I didn’t fully understand the meaning of the dream, but one message was clear:
"Ipakilala mo kami sapagkat sa larawan na lamang kami nakikita."
“Make us known because now, we can only be seen in photos.”
This dream was two years ago, and I felt sorry that in the past two years, I felt I hadn’t done enough to help others get to know our Holy Mother and her Son. But I believe this is part of God’s plan, and He reveals things in His perfect time.
Now, I feel called to fulfill her wish by starting this blog to share her story and her Son’s love. It saddens me that many people, even some Catholics, don’t give our Holy Mother the honor she deserves. Some even misunderstand our devotion to her. But we do not worship her—she knows she is not to be worshipped. Mary is our mother, and through her, we can come closer to Jesus.
Like Mary, may we follow God without hesitation and offer our hearts fully to Him.
O Mother of Perpetual Help, pray for us.
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