This Church is Very Much Down
This morning, the Angel came and said, “Come with me, I have to show you something.”
Suddenly, the Angel took me to the Hall at my local Church. As we entered the church courtyard from the car park, I noticed a priest standing on the grass, dressed in a grey friar’s habit with the hood over his head. As I approached him, he bent right down pretending to pick something up. I stopped there for a moment and wanted to say hello to this priest, but he didn’t want to look at me at all. He turned his head away from me so that I couldn’t see his face.
The Angel said, “Come further on.”
As we continued walking on the lawn, we came across another priest dressed in black priestly attire. He was kneeling, picking up something. When I came really close to him, I recognised the priest.
I asked him, “Father, what are you doing?”
He replied, “Oh, I’m trying to make the grass smooth—I am pulling out the weeds, to make it all nice.”
I stayed there for a while and watched what he was doing.
He then said, “Go, go into the Church.”
The Angel also said, “We have to go inside.”
Usually, the Angel takes me to the front entrance of the Chapel, but this time, he took me to the side door leading into the Cathedral.
The side doors of the Cathedral opened, and three nuns appeared. These nuns were all of dwarf stature, wearing black habits with black veils and white trimming.
I said to them, “Oh, hello, sisters.”
They said, “Come in, come in.”
As we entered the Cathedral, I no longer saw the priest. He was still outside. The Angel said, “Watch and see.”
Then, another nun appeared, whom I recognised. I know she is retired.
I said, “Oh, hello, Sister. What are you doing here?”
The Angel and I were now standing in the hallway joining the Cathedral and the Chapel, close to the Sacristy. On either side of the hallway are benchtops. The Sister had placed on one of the benchtops a big basket of nuts and a container filled with raspberry-coloured liquid.
She said, “I tried to make jelly with the nuts. I want to put the nuts in the jelly.”
“Oh,” I said, “I’ve never heard of that. But when you’re finished with all of that, what are you going to do with it?”
She replied, “Well, they are going to supply some more.”
For a minute, Sister stepped away. I went and took a few of the nuts and placed them into the jelly. The nuts represent the beads of the Holy Rosary. The nun returned and continued placing nuts in the red jelly.
I turned back towards the Cathedral and noticed that there were no pews, but the floor now sloped upwards towards the tall Crucifix at the other end, and there were hundreds and hundreds of pieces of bread scattered everywhere on the sloping floor.
I asked the Angel, “Who has done that? Who could throw away the bread? We should pick it up.”
At that moment, three men appeared, dressed all in black. Holding big containers of yellow liquid, they poured the liquid all over the floor, starting from the top (near the Cross), which then flowed down, washing away the pieces of bread, soaking them.
In distress, I said, “No, no! Don’t do that! Don’t do that! You’ll wash the bread away.”
The bread became all crumpled from the saturation, and using big black brooms, the three evil men washed the pieces away. It was horrific to watch. Each of the pieces of bread on the floor is the Holy Eucharist, and being scattered like that represents how people receive our Lord unrepentant and unworthily.
The Angel said, “Pray for this Church, this Church is very much down.”
The Angel then brought me back home. I was distraught at what I saw, and I understood that this Church needs many prayers. Usually, I attend the Cenacle Rosary every Friday, but this last Friday, I had to go to a funeral, so I could not be present.
I said to Blessed Mother, “I hope the prayer group offered up good prayers on Friday.” At that instant, a vision came to me.
The Angel said, “You know not all the people come with the intention to pray for the Church, they pray for their own intentions and families. So that prayer hardly touches the Church.”
When people receive Holy Communion unrepentant and unworthily, it is the same as throwing the Holy Bread on the ground. We must pray for this Church to be purified and lifted up, that people will go to Confession before receiving our Lord in the Holy Eucharist.