In the early morning hours of July 30, I was visited by a cherubim in my sleep. In my dream, I was standing at the edge of a massive desert canyon, its depth obscured by darkness as the sheer rock walls descended beyond the range of sight. I was not alone—numerous people were milling about on my side of the chasm, marveling at the natural wonder just meters from our feet. There was chatter and conversation from the groups of individuals nearby, not unlike a visit to a popular tourist spot.
As I turned my gaze away from surveying the crowd and once again focused on the canyon before me, I saw an angelic being appear near the edge on the opposite side. He had flowing robes of white, and his arms slowly raised from his side to about waist high, his palms facing the crowd in a welcoming gesture of invitation. Brilliant wings of pearl-white feathers unfolded from behind his back and spread like an eagles’, shimmering in the fractured sunlight which was mostly obscured by grey clouds. As I watched, the man’s head morphed into that of a goat with long horns, then into the head of a lion; his hair was a mane of whitish gold which circled around and under his chin, as his features settled into an amalgam of a lion’s and a man’s. The being turned slightly to reveal how the robes formed into the body of a bull, its massive hooves planted firmly upon the reddish sand below. Upon making this revelation to me of all parts of his being, the cherubim turned once again to face me and the crowd head on, his countenance emitting a subtle aura of white light.
I turned to see if those around me could see this angelic host, and tried to get their attention. But those around me could not see the angel, nor did they respond to my excited pleas; they were blind to the vision which had appeared before them. The people continued their conversation, some with cameras taking photos of the gorge, and others just absorbed in their own lives—I was the only one who was witnessing the presence of this heavenly being.
I awoke from the dream with a feeling that I had just experienced something extraordinary. This was not just a dream, but a visitation and a vision. Proof of this happened a couple hours later when I prayed at the altar in my studio, picking up a vial of Holy Water I keep there to make the sign of the cross on my forehead, crown of my head and over my heart, which I do with this sacrament and Holy Oil each day before beginning my delivery shift. The vial was empty, with the exception of 3 drops left: one for each of the spots I make the sign of the cross. This astounded me, as my priest had filled the vial to the top only days prior, and it was full the previous day. I texted my husband Ian to see if he had used up the Holy Water while doing one of our daily house blessings (and forgot to tell me), but he quickly responded,”No”, and that he never touches the sacraments on the altar; he leaves that for me to use as needed.
The realization of what happened hit me when I texted my priest, Father Jim, to request another refill, a bit perplexed to have to request this so soon after he had just fulfilled my last one. The cherubim made use of the Holy Water to cleanse our house and my spirit for the visitation, possibly even as a sacramental vehicle through which to manifest. This is something phenomenal and paranormal, directly connected to the power of God, creator and dispatcher of the angels and archangels. Without this sign, the visitation could have been dismissed as just a dream, albeit a very profound and powerful one. But this WAS a sign of something of a higher nature at work, and one sent directly by God to bring me a message.
The message is that the hearts of so many around me have become hardened by deception, selfishness, hatred and greed—they cannot see the truth of our age. Hundreds of millions are blind to truths put directly in front of us in this historic time, and have chosen to close their eyes, hearts and minds to love, acceptance, unity and faith. This is a willful blindness which guides their thoughts and actions, and has separated them from peace, love and light—virtues which bring fulfillment, kindness, compassion and empathy: to our neighbors next door, across our country and throughout the world.
More than ever, I am choosing LOVE. I have pledged to be a bridge of love to my neighbors—as well as to those who wish me harm. As Father Jim’s frequent message at the end of his sermons states: we need to “love God, and love our neighbor”. This is a quintessential truth of our time, and, in my humble opinion, the only truth to bring us peace in the era of hate, division and deception which has enveloped us all.