I recently purchased a small guardian angel pendant on Amazon, out of a new interest in Catholic style religious items. My intention was to find something specifically related to Saint Michael the Archangel, who is known as a protective figure.
Well, to my surprise, the pendant I received wasn’t the product I had bought. Instead of receiving the two-sided pendant showing an image of Saint Michael on one side and a general guardian angel on the other, I was instead given a simpler pendant. This one had an image of a guardian angel carrying a lamp, along with the classic guardian angel prayer on the back.
It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t disappointed, especially when I saw through the reviews on the pendant that I was one of the few, if not only people to not get the intended item. But nonetheless, I was grateful to have something representative of divine protection.
This pendant ended up protecting me far sooner than I expected it to, when it appeared in an unnerving dream I had last night.
Last night, I had an unnerving dream where I heard my mom calling to me from the 1st floor of our house, as I seemingly woke up in the middle of the night. I was immediately wary of her, because my mom is currently vacationing in Cozumel with her best friends from college.
In this dream, while I sat still in another room, I held my guardian angel pendant in my hand, with the prayer side facing up. I watched the text on it rapidly change from the normal prayer into words that spelled out violent, evil messages about harm that was intended for me. I can’t for the life of me recall what exactly the transformed pendant was saying, but whatever it was served as the ultimate warning to me that whoever (or whatever) was calling out to me wasn’t my mom, nor was the presence benevolent.
As if this wasn’t creepy enough, something similar once happened to me in my dreams 3 years ago.
The Power of the Rosary
This dream had me back in the basement of our house, with my mom this time down there with me, and enraged at me for unknown reasons. I was understandably unnerved, and at a loss as to what I was supposed to do or say.
Behind me, scattered underneath the couch were various religious items, among them the first rosary I’ve ever purchased. It was an Irish Penal Rosary that I purchased at a festival. It was another shock in the dream to see it there with me, because I lost that rosary while at college my first year.
When I picked it up, knowing fully that the real rosary was still lost in my dorm room far way, I realized that without a doubt, I was dreaming, and that the woman screaming at me wasn’t at all my mom. As such, still holding the rosary, I screamed the following words at the top of my lungs, eliciting a look of terrified alarm from whatever was with me:
“Get out of my head, Satan!”
The instant I finished saying those words, I woke up, shaken at the knowledge that a rosary had been the key to providing the lucidity I needed to fight back against whatever had taken my mom’s form.
I’ve had a history of these sort of dreams ever since I started going to college, and some of these have been far darker than the two aforementioned instances. I have too many experiences to list in one blog post alone, but there are a few that stick out the most due to the implications they provided.
In one dream, hideous creatures cornered me in a hellish place and told me that they tried to “ruin my birth”. My mom, to her horror, realized that this had a link to the threat of complications she had during her pregnancy with me. Her doctor and my dad both told her to abort me because of the apparent prevalence of those complications, and if she hadn’t trusted in God, there is a chance I wouldn’t be here today.
One interpretation out of this is that the devil tried (and failed) to get my mom to give up on me, and this is especially disturbing, because if that’s an accurate analysis, then it means that the devil tried to murder an infant in the womb. Then again, that should come as no surprise to anybody, seeing as the devil was likely behind Herod’s enraged massacre of the infant boys surrounding Bethlehem after Jesus was born.
On the flipside, this also means that God was many steps ahead of the devil, and that He ensured that no harm came to me whatsoever. The Lord’s love for me is far stronger than any hate I’ve dealt with, and it’s likely that the appearance of the rosary and pendant in my dreams were meant to be symbolic reminders of His protection.
As such, I’m not as shaken as I could be, though I won’t deny that whenever these dreams occur, I am initially unnerved. But of course, I know that nobody can best the Lord, and that knowledge reassures me.