Has Mary ever appeared to YOU?

[BobMac3]

When I was nine (1958) we had the tragedy of a crib death in my house. My 3 month old brother died in his sleep and could not be revived. I was so distraught, the Blessed Mother did appear to me, all though I really can’t explain it. I carry it with me to this very day and I am in my 60’s. Hail Mary Full of Grace.

 

[fionlyne]

Hey out of curiosity, has Mary ever appeared to you? count dreams or really anything that has struck you as miraculous. :bounce:

Yes i had ever saw a vision of virgin Mary when i was 14 years old that means 22 years ago. I saw her at the bush in middle of the night in my village. I was crying that night after the holy hour session at the holy convent, i was very active in prayer / church activity since my early age. I had problem with money as we gonna have retreat seminar in a week after and i really wanting to joined in as usual but this time we have to go with our own expenses. As a student with no money and i know my parents won’t give me any cent to go for that journey. I was struggle that night to look for sponsor and finally i managed to catch one nice auntie who will sponsored me. After that moment, i was happy and say thanks amd praise God and Mary. My cousin fetch me home that night and in one part, i just looked at the dark bush, in my mind i was thought that i don’t mind if even i saw a ghost when staring to the dark bush but suddenly some object appreared in my eyes and i looked straight to it until we passed by that way. I wanted to tell my cousin but i don’t know why i can’t speak out that night. Till then i wonder what did i saw that night.

 

[Crown_of_Stars]

Actually, I can’t say whether this would have been Her or not, but I can have a very vague hope that maybe it was. The story goes that when I was a very little girl, my mother said that I told her that “a lady” had come to me in my bedroom the night before and “talked to me for a while.” I don’t remember this having happened at all, but when I’ve asked my mother about it recently, she said she wishes she would have written down everything I had told her, and that now she doesn’t remember the details. At times, when I am lying in bed at night trying to fall asleep, I really try to remember, but I just can’t. My mother once said to me that she has always wondered if Mary came to me. I realize it could have just been a dream, but I like to believe it really happened and that maybe it was Her. Why She would have appeared to me and talked to me I don’t know, if she even did, but it’s just something that happened in my long ago life that I have to think about and wonder about now and then. I always wonder, if it was Her, if She might appear to me again at the end of my life, and I will remember having seen her before. You never know.

 

[Giggly_Giraffe]

When I found out a man who was also stringing me along was doing super evil stuff in Bannock, Tyland, & Phillipeans … I prayed harder than I have ever did in my life. I closed my eyes in anger and everything was a reddish black … Then a white image / sillouett of a Marian figure grew, until I was calm, and everything was brighter. Shortly after, I was freed of this guy.

Regardless of the dream, I’d be more curious about God’s plan for your life. What isyour vocation? How can you best serve God?

 

[GoldenArrow]

Nope. Mary has never appeared to me.

 

[katpants]

Saint Dymphna came to me a in a dream while I was still Protestant. That’s one of the things that switched me over to becoming a Catholic.

 

[Ariana0902]

The craziest thing happened to me last night! I was dozing off in the car on my family and I’s way back from Ohio and all of a sudden, an image of a white, porcelain figurine of Mother Mary rushed into my view, first far away, then very close, then vanished. It was so sudden and fast that it actually startled me! The weird thing is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a white, porcelain figurine of Mother Mary!

 

[DevotedChild]

The craziest thing happened to me last night! I was dozing off in the car on my family and I’s way back from Ohio and all of a sudden, an image of a white, porcelain figurine of Mother Mary rushed into my view, first far away, then very close, then vanished. It was so sudden and fast that it actually startled me! The weird thing is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a white, porcelain figurine of Mother Mary!

When she appeared to me both her and the Christ Child had skin so smooth and white it looked as if it were white porcelain glass. It made all the other colors stand out more and shine brighter.

 

[Ariana0902]

When she appeared to me both her and the Christ Child had skin so smooth and white it looked as if it were white porcelain glass. It made all the other colors stand out more and shine brighter.

It’s truly incredible!

 

[Mystical_Seeker]

My wife’s devotion to Mary has been so strong, that after 30 years she has become my own “resident Mary” for educational, transformational, and practical purposes.

If it grieves Mary, it grieves my wife. If it grieves my wife, it grieves me. I don’t even have to understand it and typically I don’t. If it would please Mary, it pleases her, and it flows to me without even being in the same room through her voice or facebook posts.

Maybe that’s partly because a few years ago I realized that while other Catholics were focused on Mary, I’m focused on her as the Most Important Woman in my life, the giver of my children and legacy, the one who yearns to be so Mary-like that she teaches me things that amaze me about love and mercy as applied to an actual immediate situation.

I love Mary as the mother of my God and friend, but she has plenty of men looking out for her, including my brother Knights of Columbus. My personal focus is on the other half of myself, through whose love even my evil nature has hope of being justified, my love coach, my promise, my vocation, my life, my legacy, my patient suffering helper when others said to flee me for your own good, the one who honored her marital promise, and gave me a beautiful set of children including one priest who loves Mary. How’s that for an overachiever? How can I nor be as in awe of that, as what others speak of Mary about for her love of Jesus? She loves our children so much it is incredible, and one is in second year of seminary now – when he was a baby she devoted him to Mary and look what happened? So yeah, Mary works through my wife, to teach me lessons that only a woman devoted to being as perfect as she can become, in real life and in my own life, could have ever hoped to have done by any other way.

#whoneedsfatima – when I have her?

 

[DevotedChild]

My wife’s devotion to Mary has been so strong, that after 30 years she has become my own “resident Mary” for educational, transformational, and practical purposes.

If it grieves Mary, it grieves my wife. If it grieves my wife, it grieves me. I don’t even have to understand it and typically I don’t. If it would please Mary, it pleases her, and it flows to me without even being in the same room through her voice or facebook posts.

Maybe that’s partly because a few years ago I realized that while other Catholics were focused on Mary, I’m focused on her as the Most Important Woman in my life, the giver of my children and legacy, the one who yearns to be so Mary-like that she teaches me things that amaze me about love and mercy as applied to an actual immediate situation.

I love Mary as the mother of my God and friend, but she has plenty of men looking out for her, including my brother Knights of Columbus. My personal focus is on the other half of myself, through whose love even my evil nature has hope of being justified, my love coach, my promise, my vocation, my life, my legacy, my patient suffering helper when others said to flee me for your own good, the one who honored her marital promise, and gave me a beautiful set of children including one priest who loves Mary. How’s that for an overachiever? How can I nor be as in awe of that, as what others speak of Mary about for her love of Jesus? She loves our children so much it is incredible, and one is in second year of seminary now – when he was a baby she devoted him to Mary and look what happened? So yeah, Mary works through my wife, to teach me lessons that only a woman devoted to being as perfect as she can become, in real life and in my own life, could have ever hoped to have done by any other way.

#whoneedsfatima – when I have her?

that’s beautiful

 

[laircy]

Not me personally, but she appeared once to my grandfather. I have no reason to doubt his word.

Same here. I never met my grandfather but my mom told me. When he was in WWII on a ship, the boiler room was on fire and he saw her in the flames telling him he was going to be okay. Something like that…

 

[BlueKnight]

Most of the really interesting stuff that has happened to me was during a pilgrimage to Lourdes and most recently a retreat at my parish called That Man Is You.

The last few times at the start of TMIY I had great difficulty falling asleep the night before the retreat days which are on Wednesdays. Often I could not sleep until I said a rosary. One night I saw a terrible face which I took for a demon. The face emanated a fearful aspect. It felt very wrong yet had a compelling or handsome aspect to it. Looked a lot like those faces of grey aliens you see in ufo books. It left a disturbing Impression. I only saw it briefly, thankfully.

The Next week during adoration in the Morning before the next Retreat Date there was a very pious Woman kneeling praying beside me. I sat to pray. For the briefest instant I saw the face of a beautiful woman looking at this pious woman. The face of the beautiful women looked upon the pious women with such tender love it was exquisitely moving. You had a sense that the beautiful women had a deep and close relationship with the praying pious women who was praying the rosary. An air of peaceful supreme confidence, loving warmth, gentleness, and joy radiated from the beautiful woman who I took as the blessed mother. The closest statue I have seen that comes closest to her face was the statue of the blessed mother from medjugorje. I was a little mortified that God allowed me such a brief glance, sinner that I am. It encouraged me strongly to work on my purity.

Later when I went to confession and mentioned the issue with the anxiety and terror the nights befor TMIY retreats the priest confided to me that he had been experiencing the same thing and that only after praying the rosary was he finally able to sleep.

 

[BlueKnight]

I know a man who the blessed mother appeared to by animating her own statue. She told the man that his daughter who he had been newly praying the rosary would be well and that she would take care of her. The daughter was a drug addict and prostitiute.

Two weeks later the man told me his daughter was back in school and no longer on the streets.

This was about six months after the man confided his problem to me and I told him to pray the rosary for his daughter.

 

[noboar]

Yes, it was wonderful. I was four years old and I had an out of body experience. My mom never told me about her. She came to my window. We lived on a third floor. She was standing on a cloud wearing a long white dress and a veil on her head. We spoke for a while and I remember I felt so happy that I asked her to take me with her to heaven. She said it was not my time yet. As she left I saw her drift away on the cloud and I started crying. My mom came to my room and I told her what I saw and she said it was the virgin Mary.

 

[DevotedChild]

Yes, it was wonderful. I was four years old and I had an out of body experience. My mom never told me about her. She came to my window. We lived on a third floor. She was standing on a cloud wearing a long white dress and a veil on her head. We spoke for a while and I remember I felt so happy that I asked her to take me with her to heaven. She said it was not my time yet. As she left I saw her drift away on the cloud and I started crying. My mom came to my room and I told her what I saw and she said it was the virgin Mary.

That is so wonderful! To have a conversation with her! Wow! Just wow!

 

[Deanoj]

When i was about 11 years old my parents were going through a divorce. I was very upset at the time and very stressed out. I remember i used to play video games in my living room to try to bot think about my parents fighting and would often fall asleep down on my couch. One of those nights i remember waking up with a cold sweat and looking at the clock to see that it said 3 o’clock AM. I then looked over at the tv to see The Blessed Mother standing in front of it with a blue veil and blue clothing on. He hands were out to the sides of her with her palms facing up as if she was blessing the house. She wasnt looking at me but she was looking at the living room door that lead to the porch. I was so scared that i froze from the fear and managed to pull the covers over my head to not see her. After that i stayed under the covers for 10 minutes to avoid seeing her and when i checked to see her there she was gone. It might have been the scariest moment in my life so far and i am only 15.

I still am reluctant on believing it is here because i was so scared

 

[BlueKnight]

Once in Boston when one of the sears of Medjugorje gave a talk and I entered the church and stood in the back I felt the blessed mother great me and vaguely saw briefly a light silhouette in the air of the church briefly.

Recently when I was praying in adoration an extremely pious woman was praying beside me. For just a moment I saw indistinctly as if through a haze briefly the face of the blessed mother as she was looking down at this pious woman. She was beautiful but what made her most beautiful was the touching indescribable way she lovingly looked at this pious woman. It moved me because it was the most pure touching glowing living expression of love I have ever seen in my life in anyone’s face. It carried a sense of deep connection and intimacy. Of love and genuine active and tender care.

I remember a while back I had asked to receive a hug from the Virgin Mary and from jesus. After making a good confession and saying a rosary on my knees before bed I had a dream that the blessed mother was hugging me and I was overcome by a sensation if being surrounded not by a loving person, but by love itself. It gave me such a euphoria I felt so loved. I felt that way for two weeks and that was a spiritual event in my life that fundamentally changed me forever.

Sadly I am still a weak sinner with many weaknesses. Even so, I am loved not in the measure that I love, but in the measure that she lives us all. Whovever does not know the blessed mother is truly a very poor person.

I should be dead, a failure, lost, or in some place very unhappy if not for her intervention.

Please say a prayer for me that I honor her as she deserves.

You know I am nothing special. I just believed and knew to ask for the hug and for the graces to become more like her son.

 

[goforgoal]

• God bless + each and everyone of you for sharing all of your wonderful stories.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen

From EWTN website about St. Bernadette and Our Lady of Lourdes

A golden cloud came out of the cave and flooded the niche with radiance. Then a lady, young and beautiful, exceedingly beautiful, the like of whom I had never seen, stood on the edge of the niche. She smiled and smiled at me, beckoning me to come closer as though she were my mother, and she gave me to understand in my soul that I was not mistaken.

The Lady was dressed in white, with a white veil on her head, and a blue sash at her waist. A Rosary of white beads on a golden chain was on her right arm. On that cold winter’s day, her feet were bare, but on each foot was a golden rose radiant with the warmth of summer.

I went upon my knees and took my Rosary from my pocket The Lady took the Rosary from her arm and I began to cross myself. My arm could not move until the Lady herself made a beautiful Sign of the Cross.

The Lady let me pray the Rosary on my own. She passed the beads through her fingers, she did not say the words. She signed for me to come closer but I did not dare. She smiled at me, she bowed to me. She disappeared into the niche, the golden cloud faded, and I was all alone.

ewtn.com/library/mary/bernlife.htm

An Invitation and a Promise.

On Sunday I asked my father’s permission to return. He said “A lady with a Rosary can’t be evil,” and he gave permission.

A group of us went, I began my Rosary, and the Lady appeared in the niche and smiled at me. I sprinkled some Holy Water, saying, “If you come from God, stay. If you don’t, go away.” The more I sprinkled, the more she smiled. I knelt and gazed at her lovingly.

ewtn.com/library/mary/bernlife.htm

 

[JesusEstelle]

One day in heaven, I believe.