Deus nos fala através de sonhos e sinais, Diálogos com o Céu, Nossa Senhora, raymundo lopes e sonhos, jesus, Senhor Jesus, anjos

Take the trouble to google translate this if you don’t speak Portuguese it is such a beautiful story.

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I’ll return later with some English.

Nesta madrugada acordei de repente, bastante surpreso com o sonho que acabara de ter.Encontrava-me no interior de uma igreja muito bonita e limpa. O telhado era do tipo bem inclinado, com uma ligeira quebra nas partes laterais, e dele pendia um lustre enorme inteiramente iluminado. O piso de granito brilhava como um cristal, e os bancos eram de uma limpeza de chamar a atenção. Da porta central, larga e bonita, entrava a luz do sol da manhã, tão brilhante que ao bater no piso refletia no teto formando desenhos como um caleidoscópio. O altar-mor era composto de um ou dois pisos mais altos e com duas escadas, uma em cada lateral, chegando ao topo do altar. Podia-se, assim, subir ao altar de um lado e descer pelo outro.Nisto, no meio da luz que irradiava da porta, entrou um sacerdote com uma túnica toda branca. Seu rosto jovem, olhos azuis, deram-me a perceber logo tratar-se do Padre Paulo César Araújo, pároco da igreja Nossa Senhora Rainha, do Belvedere.Assim que entrou, disse-me:– O que está fazendo aqui?– Admirando sua igreja. – respondi.– Faça algo mais útil, beleza maior você presenciará agora. Veja o que vai acontecer. Venha comigo até a porta principal de onde me viu entrar.Ele colocou a mão no meu ombro e me levou até a referida porta, toda iluminada, e de lá pudemos verificar centenas e centenas de pessoas chegando, mas todas vestidas de preto.Padre Paulo, então, apanhou dois cestos grandes que estavam ao lado e me disse:– Peça para fazerem duas filas ao entrar na igreja. Essas pessoas que estão vindo nos entregarão um bilhete contendo seus pecados e o porquê os confessam, com o intuito de nunca mais pecar. Coloque-os no cesto e espere até que entre o último.Assim foi feito. À medida que as pessoas passavam por nós, colocavam no cesto seus pecados. Então verifiquei que, ao fazê-lo e passar pela luz brilhante da porta, suas vestes tornavam-se brancas, de uma alvura impressionante.Depois que entraram, Padre Paulo instruiu-nos:– Agora, levemos esses bilhetes ao sagrado fogo do Coração de Maria.– Mas, como fazer isto? – perguntei-lhe.– Olhe o altar. – respondeu-me apontando para o altar-mor.No topo do altar havia um coração enorme, vermelho e brilhante como uma fornalha ardente. Então caminhamos, subimos a escada até chegar a ele e começamos a jogar dentro da fornalha ardente do Coração de Maria todos aqueles pecados.Bem debaixo do Coração havia um dragão que se debatia raivoso.Era como se estivesse preso, querendo se libertar.Eu tive medo dele se soltar. E Padre Paulo, acalmando-me, disse:– Não se preocupe, o peso deste Coração é muito maior que a força deste dragão. O lírio da pureza de Maria é que o mantém como está, indefeso e sem forças, desde que também o façamos forte através de nosso amor a Ela.Falando isto, descemos do altar, com toda a igreja cantando. Caminhamos até a porta principal, quando então, despedindo, Padre Paulo disse-me:– Até breve. Irei por aí verificar se ainda existe alguém vestido de preto e trazê-lo para mudar de roupa. Deixe os cestos na porta e fique atento.Dizendo isto, afastou-se, caminhando naquela luz.

Source: Deus nos fala através de sonhos e sinais, Diálogos com o Céu, Nossa Senhora, raymundo lopes e sonhos, jesus, Senhor Jesus, anjos

With apologies

This morning I woke up suddenly, quite surprised by the dream I had just had.

I found myself inside a beautifully clean church. The roof was the well inclined type, with a slight fall on the sides, and within it hung a huge fully illuminated chandelier. The granite floor shone like a crystal, and the banks? were cleaned to draw attention. Through the central, large and beautiful door, entered the morning sunlight, so bright as to hit the floor reflecting the  patterns on the ceiling like a kaleidoscope. The altar was made up of one or two higher floors and two staircases, one on each side, reaching the top of the altar. One could thus walk down the aisle on one side and down the other.

In the middle of the light radiating from the door, came a priest  dressed in a pure white Robe. By his young face, blue eyes, I recognized immediately that it was Father Paulo Cesar Araujo, pastor of the church Our Lady of the Belvedere.

As he entered, he asked me:

– What are you doing here?

– Admiring his church. – I replied.

– Do something more useful, and you will witness more beauty than you witness now. See what will happen. Come with me to the front door (where he had seen me enter).

He put his hand on my shoulder and led me up to that door, all lit up, and from there we could see hundreds and hundreds of people coming, they were all dressed in black.

Father Paul then took two large baskets that were beside me and said:

– Ask them to enter the church two rows at a time. These people who are coming are going to deliver a note containing their sins and the reason for their confession, in order to never sin. Put them in the basket and allow it to be passed to the back to reach the last.

This was done. As people passed us, they put their sins into the basket . Then I realized that, to do it and go through the bright light of the door, their clothes became white, an impressive brightness.

Once entered, Father Paul instructed us:

– Now, let’s take these notes to the sacred fire of the Heart of Mary.

– But how are we to do this? – I asked him.

– Look at the altar. -he replied pointing to the altar.

On top of the altar was a huge heart, bright red like a fiery furnace. We walked up the stairs to get to it and started tossing all those sins into the fiery furnace of the Heart of Mary.

Right under the heart a dragon thrashed angry.

It was as if trapped, wanting to be free.

I was afraid it might escape. And Father Paul, calming me, said:

– Do not worry, the weight of the heart is much greater than the strength of this dragon. The Lily of the purity of Mary is what keeps it standing, helpless and powerless, as does the strength of  our love to her.

Speaking this, we left the altar, with the whole church singing. We walked to the front door, well then, goodbye, Father Paul said to me:

– See you soon. I’ll go around to check if there is still someone dressed in black and bring them to change clothes. Leave the baskets at the door and stay tuned.

Saying this, he walked away, walking in that light.

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4 comments

  1. Thanks for the story in Portuguese. I’ve been learning it on DuoLingo and I was surprised by how much of the title I understood. I think I don’t know enough to read it through yet, but I saved it and once I complete my lessons, I’ll read it to see how much more I know and can understand.

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    • I am pleased it was appreciated I thought it a great little story my Portuguese is limited to Google translate but when I did translate it I thought it was worth my while. My grammar will be out as well as my syntax but I tried not to mix genders like google did.

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      • That’s why I like learning languages, people tend to get it right more consistently than machines. DuoLingo is free and there’s an amazing community of fellow language learners to help teach each other what we learn. It really opens up doors to a world of stories and songs that I really couldn’t have gotten into otherwise.

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      • I must investigate, I use other languages mainly to assist my theology and so the other Latin Languages other than Latin don’t feature much though I do sometimes compare Bibles.

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