Vision of Eucharist (Part I)

It's time.

This is what I saw.  The words underneath the vision of the Eucharist is what I heard.  A man's voice, gentle, but with authority to it that you did not question.

Now the history.

I was baptized a Catholic as an infant.  Although I went to Catholic School, I never did get my first communion or my confirmation.  (There were problems at home).  We had school Mass every Friday morning.  We didn't have a "blessing", if you hadn't had your first communion, you just sat there and watched everyone else go.  This was torture.  

After Catholic School, I would still go to Holy Mass, at St. Michael the Archangel Church, but I would never take Holy Communion.  Again, I would just sit there.  I can't tell you how bad I wanted to take Holy Communion.  I KNEW it was Jesus, and as a result I was also terrified of it also.  Although I saw other people take the Blessed Sacrament, I  got to a point that I gave up ever being able to receive Holy Communion.  I can't tell you how much I would hunger for what I thought I would NEVER HAVE.  

I still prayed the Rosary.  Marriage, years went by.  

One night I had a dream.  In the dream I went into a beautiful church, and when I walked in there was red carpet and pews to the left.  To the right was the Altar in this Church and the Holy Eucharist was hanging over the Altar.  The Eucharist was as BRIGHT AS THE SUN!!  Before the Altar, was a one person kneeler.  (Like the one below - red cloth and everything!) The only difference was the kneeler in my dream didn't have the top part where you place your elbows when you pray. 

I knew Jesus was standing next to me, to my right.  I wasn't permitted to turn and look at Him.  I heard Him say in my dream, "Kneel and receive Communion." 

I said to him, "But Lord, there is no Altar for me to kneel on." (I meant the top was gone from the kneeler).  

The Lord said to me, "I will become the Altar." And He laid across the posts and became the wood and the cloth and I knelt and received Holy Communion.  

When I woke up, I knew what I had to do, I knew He was calling me to get my First Communion.   But how? I didn't know there was anything like RCIA.  I loved the Priest at St. Michael the Archangel, but he had such a deep voice he kind of scared me.  I thought I would find another Catholic Church to get my Communion from.  I called St. Martha's Catholic Church and their RCIA was starting in a few weeks. (Go figure!) 

I had never been to St Martha's, never stepped in the door.  I signed up for RCIA and started going there for instruction.   The first time I stepped into the Sanctuary at St Martha's, my breath was taken away, and i cried.

It was the EXACT same Church as in my dream.

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More of this story coming in (Part 2).