I had a dream in which I found
myself in a small village, seemingly located outside the Philippines,
surrounded by a multitude of children. Within this dream, they were joyfully
engaged in trick-or-treating, and it felt as though I had taken on the role of
their protector. I wasn't their official guardian, but rather, I was there
solely to watch over them.
Then suddenly there were houses
that reminiscent of the old and historical buildings in Binondo, Manila,
Philippines. As we visited one particular house, it became apparent that the
residents were also dressed in costumes. It was at this moment that we noticed
a child, initially resembling a mannequin, but in my mind, it appeared as the
lifeless form of a kneeling child.
We proceeded to another house,
and its wide-open door revealed a wooden wall and a narrow staircase to the
left. As I approached, I heard a woman's voice with a motherly
warmth. She uttered, "Pakisuyo naman ng sulat at pakibuksan" (please
assist me in obtaining the letter and opening 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 from within. The letter the voice referred to was tucked
away at the back of the stack. I got it and I managed to open it, but my attention was
diverted by the children, preventing me from reading its contents. The voice
spoke once more, saying, "Ipakilala mo kami sapagkat sa larawan na lamang
kami nakikita (make us known because now, we can only be seen in photo),"
a phrase that left me perplexed. At that moment, I was certain that the voice
came from the house in front of me, and I alone could hear it.
Peeking inside the house, my vision
blurred slightly. I recognized a photograph hanging on the
wall, though it was blurry. The image felt hauntingly familiar. I sensed
that the voice originated from this very photograph. Although the voice
continued to speak, its words became unintelligible due to another
distraction—children entering the neighboring house.
In my mind, I feared for the
safety of the children inside that house, believing they were in danger. I
rushed to their rescue, abandoning the house with the mysterious voice.
Unfortunately, my efforts were in vain, as the children had disappeared. The homeowner
of the house they entered invited me inside, but I declined and fled.
Then, I awoke.
I attempted to recall the blurry
image from my dream, and it became clear—it was the icon of Our Mother of
Perpetual Help. I was certain it was her image and perhaps her voice as well.
The purpose of this dream remained elusive to me, except for one clear message
the voice had conveyed: "Ipakilala mo kami sagkat sa larawan na lamang
kami nakikita" (make us known because now, we can only be seen in photos).
I regretted not writing down my
dream immediately after it occurred, and I also regretted that my actions in
the past two years had not done enough to spread awareness of our Holy Mother
and her most beloved Son. Nevertheless, I believed that all of this was part of
God's plan, unfolding in His own time.
Now, I am determined to fulfill
her wish by creating this blog to raise awareness of her and her Son. It
saddens me that many people, including some Catholics, do not honor our Holy
Mother and often misunderstand our relationship with her. It is crucial for
people to get to know her and understand that we do not worship her. She, too,
knows that she should not be worshipped. Mary is our mother, and through her
actions, she can bring us closer to her Son, Jesus. Like Mary, may we obey God
without hesitation and offer our hearts and souls fully to Him.
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