It was a warm afternoon when I suddenly came out of my meditation hearing the voice “Mother T died.”
Who is Mother T?
Where did that voice come from?
Perplexed, I ended the meditation and continued the daily routine of life. Turned on the TV as a background noise, the news announced that Mother Teresa died.
Who is Mother Teresa?
What is so important about her death?
Then I found out who she was.
Mother Teresa, the nun of Calcutta.
This is how I met Mother Teresa on Sept 6, 1997.
Last night I had a dream.
In my dream, my mission was to exorcise a bad spirit staying in a room. To get there I have to take an elevator to the top floor. So I did. Arriving at my destination, the room was small as a closet space. The window is wide open. I could see blue sky and patches of clouds billowing. A warm sunny breezy afternoon and the light was beaming on the bed.
The wall of the room is decorated with blue and white. A good color combination.
The bed is made of wooden frame, no mattress. In between the frames, water is streaming like a river. Is this a water-bed or what? I thought.
I was called to cast out evil spirit in this room but my body does not feel
a single tingling sensation, not even the hair on my neck is standing.
Calm. All I can feel is calm.
Instead, I prayed and poured out all the blessings on the bed and water.
Then I woke up.
Today, my friend wanted to go to church for Mother Teresa’s Feast Day. I really do not want to go because I am saving my energy for a Labour Day party at the stadium.
But then again, when a good thing is calling, I must listen to it. So I gladly went to church.
At the church, people were wearing white top and different shades of blue scarves as an accent. I realized I was also wearing a blue blazer.
When I attend a church service, I close my eyes and open my ears. With eyes close, I can concentrate listening to the spoken Words.
Then your light shall rise in the darkness,
and your gloom shall become like midday:
[…] like a flowing spring whose waters never fail.
Hearing this verse, I opened my eyes and the dream came flooding back again.
The blue, white, flowing water.
Strange. Stranger things do happen still.
Mother T, there she is again, in my dream.
Calm. An unexplainable calmness filled my whole being.
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