A Most Wonderful Vision During Prayer

Hello all. I’d like to share something that occurred for me many months ago during morning prayer. I haven’t shared this with many. In fact, outside of my mother, the only person I can recall is Dennis Girard, who was so wonderful to offer a zoom meet to share it at the time.

Due to a plethora of reasons, I have a difficult time calling it a vision from heaven. I must admit depression often skews my perception of things, coupled with an over-the-years developed sense of low self worth has made skepticism a predominant adversary. In addition, I have had an intense imagination from childhood that in some ways is helpful to me, but in others, a true tool of those opposed to God. At any rate, I have come to the point of feeling good about what I experienced and now feel confident that sharing it cannot hurt. I truly pray that it does quite the opposite, and helps others to be inspired with the reality that prayer, truly prayed from the heart, will put you squarely in the Throne room of God!

I was in my room praying the Rosary. It was early morning and I had a candle lit which was the only light source. Sometime prior to this experience, I had discovered the Flame of Love movement, which, among other items of the devotion, it was said that mother Mary asked Elizabeth Kindleman to pray an additional request during the Hail Mary to blind Satan…

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee, blessed are Thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

*spread the effect of grace of Thy Flame of Love over all of humanity,*

now and at the hour of our death. Amen

It was during this part of the prayer that the following happen.

I saw myself in heaven, kneeling before God. The floor was like a perfectly shined white marble but where I was kneeling there was two indents or ruts in the floor that were slightly darker in shade and not as smooth. I realized immediately that this spot was worn from the countless souls that had been there before me. Mother Mary, as in times since, was standing in front of her throne, she is never sitting. Her eyes grew wide and her smile was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hands were together as if she was praying with me and she slowly turned her head left, simply looking over to our Lord Jesus, who Himself was sitting on His Throne. His hands were extended and resting on the arms of that mighty seat. He was looking at me lovingly but seemingly tired and worn out. He seemed quite aware that mother was gazing at Him and her turned His head to meet her eyes. When their eyes met, Jesus’ smile grew, His eyes showed me that words were not needed between them. He then slowly turned His head a little left from centre and slightly downward, looking directly at St. Michael the Archangel. Jesus slightly nodded His head, with which St. Michael smiled, seemingly excited, and began to create what looked like an electric ball of energy. This bluish ball grew in intensity and St. Michael then cast it down to earth with great force.

Friends, I had, up until that point, never experienced being overwhelmed in prayer. I physically felt extreme shivers, my skin, especially my shoulders and the back of my arms for some reason, were like pins and needles. I cried so profusely, my nose would not stop running, and it took me many minutes to regain composure and try to analyse what-in-the-heck just happened! I tried to finish the Rosary, which I did, but admittedly not with the same level of concentration as before. I was so taken by the experience that it was all I could think about.

My apologies for the length of this testimony. But thank you for reading it, and I pray that your discernment guided by the Holy Spirit in all things brings you closer to the greatest Father in heaven!

JMJ 💜✝️👑🔥🇻🇦