Photo credit ~ James Fahy
The week before Lent began, I had a dream about a coming water. A violent rush of taint and filth. People in another part of the town heard of its impending arrival, and they made haste to flee. Flee , they told me too. But I refused.
For hours later, I pondered the dream. Dismiss or delve deeper? I sought the counsel of the Discerner of Dreams, St Joseph.
Then, it came :
A week later, after night Rosary, a deepening of meaning :
A coming cleansing to pave the way for a Promised Land on earth.
Some days into Lent, came the call to immerse lost and dying souls into the waters of Lourdes, and later I was given to understand that the waters of Lourdes were the Tears of the Holy Mother.
A pretty deep press of water into my soul this Lent thus far. Then, they knitted together:
Prepare for a coming cleansing by immersing lost and dying souls in the Tears of the Heavenly Mother.