• Elizabeth Cornwall

The March 25th Dream: When Angels Have Something to Tell You


It was Great Lent. I was reading all kinds of spiritual books and praying all kinds of prayers — practicing the Our Father in Greek comes to mind. I had one foot in the Roman Catholic camp and the other in the Orthodox Christian one. I was reading about Mother Teresa seeing the face of Christ in the distressing face of the poor and the homeless. I was reading the biography of St. Mary of Egypt who roamed the desert: homeless in search of something ineffable. I was standing in the unveiled presence of God praying, in part, "Heal me, O Lord, from the pain caused by the death of my loved ones, which is oppressing me. Grant me to regain peace and joy in the knowledge that You are the Resurrection and the Life. Make me an authentic witness to Your Resurrection, Your victory over sin and death, Your living presence among us. Amen."


On March 25, I woke up with the most astonishing dream that had me in its grip for almost five months and beyond. I dreamt that my brother Kerry, who at that time no one had heard from or seen for 25 years, was telling me that he was alive! He told me he was staying sane by working a puzzle. He told me he was coming home. I woke up and asked how can I help my long lost brother find his way back?


Little did I know that angels had appeared across America with tidings — I was in Florida and they showed up in the Pacific Northwest. Tidings that would eventually solve a 25-year-old cold case. That many people would pay a part in this dream come to life. That I would come face to face with the distressing face of Christ in the poor and homeless. That I hoped to find my brother wandering in the desert like St. Mary of Egypt, only this time in the wasted desert of north Las Vegas where every morning the passed-out bodies of men and women dressed in rags and near to nakedness (like St. Mary) may be found.


I started making calls, I started a research notebook. And I picked out an embroidery pattern to occupy my hands when my heart and my mind were distressed.




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