19/09/2026
I’m still in tears as I write this. I write this not as a warning but I felt like I just need and have to, and it feels overwhelming and I though, I feel undeserved.
I had a dream last night that I honestly don’t know how to explain.
In the dream, I found myself standing on the clouds. There was a beautiful ray of light shining down, but strangely, I felt no heat from it. Everything was quiet, peaceful, and almost beyond anything I could describe.
Then I saw her.
A gigantic silhouette of Mother Mary, praying on the clouds.
Around her, I could see clouds and feathers scattered. And on her silhouette was something that caught my attention, a silky golden robe, glowing softly in the light.
Then I heard someone tell me:
“Kunin mo ang gold robe na yan.”
So I reached for it.
I took the robe into my arms and it slides through those clouds and feathers, and then hugged it tightly.
And as I got the Robe, I saw it slid thorugh the clouds and feathers underneath, written across the combinations of cloud and feathers were the names of different places in the world. I couldn’t fully understand what they meant. I just knew that there was something deeply significant about what I was holding (Robe).
Then, underneath the golden robe, I saw a white garment.
And on its right sleeve was a red cross.
That was when I heard a whisper.
Very clearly:
“Yan ang isusuot ni Jesus sa Second Coming Niya.”
At that moment in the dream, I don’t think I fully understood what those words meant.
But I remember shaking.
I remember holding that robe against me.
I remember the overwhelming feeling that came over me as I am holding that white garment with a red cross on its right sleeve.
And then I woke up.
Only when I was fully awake did the meaning of those words begin to sink in.
“Yan ang isusuot ni Jesus sa Second Coming Niya.”
And I suddenly broke down crying. So sa gilid ko natulog pala ako na nasa gilid ko ang small statue ni Mother Mary at Jesus na hinahawakan havang nag dadasal bago matulog
I cried so hard.
Not because I was afraid.
But because these past few weeks have been so heavy for me.
There have been days when I felt exhausted, overwhelmed, and emotionally drained. Even my usual routine of prayer has been disrupted. There are times when I begin praying but cannot even finish my prayers. Sometimes my mind is simply too tired. Sometimes I feel like I’m struggling just to get through the day.
And then I had this dream.
A dream where I was standing on the clouds.
A dream where I saw Mother Mary praying.
A dream where I was holding a golden robe.
A dream where underneath it was a white garment marked with a red cross.
And a voice whispered to me about Jesus and His Second Coming and that white garment.
I don’t know exactly what this dream means.
I don’t want to claim that it was a revelation or that God was literally speaking to me. Only God knows the true meaning of a dream.
But I cannot deny what it made me feel.
Perhaps what moved me most was not even the robe itself.
It was the feeling of being reminded of Jesus at a time when I have been struggling.
Maybe my heart simply needed to remember Him again.
And perhaps that is why I cried.
Because despite everything that has been heavy lately, despite my disrupted prayers and the days when I feel spiritually exhausted, this dream left something deeply etched in my heart.
I don’t know exactly what the dream means. I don’t want to claim that it was a revelation or that God was literally speaking to me. Only God knows.
But one thing became clear to me when I woke up:
I am reminded of what matters most—His Second Coming, and Mary always points us to Jesus, especially when she said Yes to Angel Gabriel, and even until now as I got that robe on her sillhoute I am reminded of what matters most, His Second Coming. 💚🫶🙏
