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Trishie
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I had this dream once when I was a litle girl, just a dream but it says what the Mass is in our lives…as written in my journal
The Mass
Although dreams are a function of the brain, they are tools that the Spirit may use. Whether or not God’s Spirit created the following dream, since 1981 it symbolises my love and respect for the Eucharist. The Eucharist is ‘the love of my life’.
In a vivid dream as a young girl, I found myself outside a town not visible in the dream. Early morning sun cast purple shadows from dark clumps of grass growing out of the powdery, whitish earth that bore many footprints. Many people grouped around in excited speculation over some mystery in the sky. I remained apart, allowing my gaze to roam the sky, studying the hues and shapes of clouds surrounding the morning sun.
Soon I recognised the apparent object of speculation, a second sun showing through the clouds. As it appeared no less credible than the solar sun, I was not perturbed or excited. I simply followed the horizontal revolution of this second sun with my eyes, until finally, an intense curiosity rose in me. “What is it?” I asked in my heart. Immediately the sun began to shine more brightly until I saw that it was a large intensely white host (transubstantiated Communion Bread) glowing in brilliant light as it revolved around the sky. “Oh, it’s God!” I thought, feeling content. Then I awoke.
One afternoon in 1981, curled up on the sofa, remembering the dream while meditating on the Eucharist, I reflected that the sun is source of light, warmth and life to the world that would otherwise be frozen wasteland. A sun that revolves horizontally can never set; thus, my dream could signify that the Eucharist is the Sun of the world, its source of light and life, a Sun that never sets. I cried a while for joy at this insight that God had sowed in my childhood sleep. There are dreams that puzzle the mind with their vividness and integrity that is unlike other dreams of one’s life.
The Mass
Although dreams are a function of the brain, they are tools that the Spirit may use. Whether or not God’s Spirit created the following dream, since 1981 it symbolises my love and respect for the Eucharist. The Eucharist is ‘the love of my life’.
In a vivid dream as a young girl, I found myself outside a town not visible in the dream. Early morning sun cast purple shadows from dark clumps of grass growing out of the powdery, whitish earth that bore many footprints. Many people grouped around in excited speculation over some mystery in the sky. I remained apart, allowing my gaze to roam the sky, studying the hues and shapes of clouds surrounding the morning sun.
Soon I recognised the apparent object of speculation, a second sun showing through the clouds. As it appeared no less credible than the solar sun, I was not perturbed or excited. I simply followed the horizontal revolution of this second sun with my eyes, until finally, an intense curiosity rose in me. “What is it?” I asked in my heart. Immediately the sun began to shine more brightly until I saw that it was a large intensely white host (transubstantiated Communion Bread) glowing in brilliant light as it revolved around the sky. “Oh, it’s God!” I thought, feeling content. Then I awoke.
One afternoon in 1981, curled up on the sofa, remembering the dream while meditating on the Eucharist, I reflected that the sun is source of light, warmth and life to the world that would otherwise be frozen wasteland. A sun that revolves horizontally can never set; thus, my dream could signify that the Eucharist is the Sun of the world, its source of light and life, a Sun that never sets. I cried a while for joy at this insight that God had sowed in my childhood sleep. There are dreams that puzzle the mind with their vividness and integrity that is unlike other dreams of one’s life.
