Bells of the Cathedral
In 1975, I was doing missionary work in a small town in the south of Mexico. What woke me up one morning was the sound of the ringing of the bells of a catholic church. Have you ever heard bells speak?
Well, I wouldn’t blame you if you told me that you didn’t believe that I did. But the fact is that I really did hear the bells speaking, and I know for a fact that I was awake. This is one thing I will never forget. The bells said this:
“Thou shalt ring the bells of freedom that will set my children free.”
This was the message from those bells all those many years ago that inspired the messages of this web site — in the search for the “REAL TRUTH”.
The Dream
This is the dream that I had right before I woke up that morning in Mexico back in 1975. It was quite extraordinary, not like an ordinary dream you have every night and then forget it — if you remember it at all (especially after nearly 50 years). It seemed quite realistic for a dream. I felt this tingling sensation all over my body, there was what seemed like my whole body was filled with some kind of energy or something — kind of hard to explain.
I was a priest of some sort having on a loose-fitting tunic and sandals. I was walking along side a huge temple together with three men who seemed to be disciples of sorts. We came up on a long line of poor, hungry people, each having an empty plate waiting to receive food. They were dressed in old and dirty clothes and appeared to not having taken regular baths.
When we got to the front of the line, there was kind of a vat full of oil. It reminded me of one of those deep friers to make french fries you see in a fast food restaurant. Standing in front of it I felt a strong energy and a tingling in my hands. I lifted up my hands kind of like you see people in church, “praising God”. With this there came a beam of light down from above with all these sparkling particles in it and went down into the vat of oil and it began to instantly start to boil.
The disciples that were with me brought fishes out of the sacks that they were carrying, put them into the vat of oil and the fish instantly fried and were coated with kind of a breading — it was kind of like fried chicken only it was fish. As I took the fish out of the vat and put one on the plate of the next person in line, one of the disciples put another fish into the vat of oil. The fish just kept coming, seemingly endlessly; they kept putting the fish into the vat of oil as I served each person that was next in line. I would keep directing the energy from my hands upward and that beam of light with sparkling particles would go down into the oil and fry the fish. Over and over, one by one, the poor people in line, got a fish on their plates and another fish was fried.
When I woke up from the dream, I still felt this tingling energy flowing all though my body. As I lay there awake still with this incredible sensation inside, I heard the bells of a Catholic Church nearby ringing. I know I was awake, and I really did hear the bells saying:
“Thou shalt ring the bells of freedom that will set my children free.”
This is the very experience that I wrote about just above this dream.
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