An airplane explosion: a prophetic dream?

Airplane above mosque

Is this a prophetic dream?

A dream that is about to happen in the very near future?

I was out in the open expanse standing in the city of *****, my hometown, in the Philippines.

Facing north of the city, I saw an airplane bigger than an airbus preparing to land in the northeast: the ***** International Airport is situated in that area.

Everything was normal except the size of the aircraft.

It is bigger than I usually see.

It looks to me an inflated balloon in the shape of an airplane.

But I see it's a real airplane.

Everything was fine - BUT! - the moment it touched down the runway, I never saw it but it exploded so mightily that the ground I was standing on trembled.

I saw the trees and structures in the skyline trembling.

It was like the whole city of ***** trembled!

I had this dream in early 2010.

(Blogger's Note: It was me who took the picture above one day in the first week of January this year.

When I saw the airplane, I remembered my dream; and I immediately took my camera.

I was following the aircraft with my camera to get a nice view of the shot when I was aghast it came to pass on top of the mosque: I immediately clicked the button.

Any correlation?)

'Valentine' found within John 3:16!

A relative from California forwarded this card to me via e-mail. As to where this e-card originated is not stated.
Whoever made this must be Holy Ghost-inspired. 

See? 

The Word of God is truly LOVE. 

AWESOME!!!

A canticle of love

 In the beginning, I was nothing.
But, from my nothingness, I came to be.
I exist.
But not by my own making do I exist.
For how can nothing produce something?
I exist because of the Love of God.
Love hath created me.
Hath God never been Love, 
I would never ever exist.
But God is Love and I do exist.
And this God-Love has taken notice of me, 
a forgotten nothingness that I was.
Holy is His Name.
Ah, even before my existence began, 
I already existed.
I existed in the Heart and Mind of God.
For He thought well of me even before He created me, 
Alleluia!
And, then, I came into being.
I live.
But not for me do I live - 
but for Him Who loves me. 

I am nothing without Love.

Forever will I sing praises to His Mercy; 
forever will I thank Him for His Love for me.

I can't thank You enough, 
O Love, my Creator.
To You be all the glory in this Love 
You have shown me;
And let me be as Love 
and be one with Love forever, Amen.

'Blood is thicker than water'

Take a look at the bond between these two youngsters.

John and older sister Trixie enjoy each other's company at the bay.

Religious experiences of my soul in the Holy Eucharist

"Jesus loves hidden souls. 

A hidden flower is the most fragrant." 

-Saint Faustina (Diary, 275) 

"Gio C. Tijano" is not a real name -- but the man behind the name is real.

I am real.

But I have to obscure myself by a pen name for this blog as shown to me by the Blessed Virgin Mary through a dream.

Yes, Heaven has spoken to me through dreams.

I have had, in fact, prophetic dreams -- for me, my diocese and the world. 

One is that dream I had of the Blessed Virgin Mary giving me Holy Communion on the tongue on September 8 in late nineties.

And ten years after the dream, a religious experience happened to me during Holy Communion on the vigil mass of the birthday of the Blessed Virgin Mary in 2006.

This experience was being witnessed by some persons present in that mass -- especially, the lay Eucharistic minister and fellow communicants.

That was my first of a series of Eucharistic ecstasies that I had experienced.

I cannot talk to anyone about those experiences simply because, by a dream, I had been "instructed" to blog my "spiritual experiences" for the world to read.

After about two years of self-study about blogging, "As The Wind Blows," my own blog page, was born.

After the miracle experience, it has been natural for me to show reverence to the succeeding Holy Masses that I have attended.

For the experience has taught me the reality of the True Presence of the Lord Jesus Christ in the Eucharist.

But I never knew the proper way to do it as God wants it to be done.

So, I did it my own way.

In my research on the web, I came to know about "These Last Days Ministries" or the Bayside Apparitions at www.tldm.org.

From there, I happened to know that I had the same visions as the seer of the Bayside had.

Because of this, I came to a realization that we are of the same mission.

Or, the mission entrusted to me is an offshoot to the mission that Heaven entrusted to these ministries.

As dictated by Heaven, "These Last Days Ministries" is an advocate to the re-institution of Traditional Latin Mass in the Catholic Church.

Thus, I began to behave in all my Eucharistic attendance as one should behave in the celebration of the Traditional Latin Mass.

Pope Benedict XVI giving Holy Communion on the tongue of a kneeling nun at the Mass for Saints Peter and Paul on June 29, 2008.

(Photos courtesy of tldm.org)

See this photo: A Woman Clothed With The Sun

I took this photo of the painted, wooden statue of the Madonna at the chapel of the Jesuits-run university where I attended a noon Mass on January 12, 2011.

By Her simplicity and reverence shown in this statue, I have loved more the Madonna.

Never did I plan to take the picture to appear as above.

But when I looked at the digital camera screen, I saw the sunlight like draping on Her garment.

I was awed.

I immediately clicked the button; and, amazingly, the result is: "A Woman Clothed With The Sun."

Revelation 12:1.

(This was taken without a flash and against the noon-day sunlight.)

This time, I used a flash; but it was not planned to exclude the sunlight!

First time: I attend Holy Mass at the very place of my birth on my birthday today!

The new St. Peter Hospital

How'd you feel being in the very place of your birth on your birthday?

Today is my birthday! 

I had the privilege to hear Holy Mass this morning at the chapel of a Dominican Sisters-run hospital where I was born.

Such is first time in my life history.

In that Mass, I was the only lay person  who attended with the Dominicans and the chaplain.

The feeling was something I can hardly explain, except that I noticed myself being so reverent all throughout the Mass.

It was, surely, in thanksgiving for the Divine Attention that my nothingness has received from God and for being born into the world out of the Divine Mercy and Love of God. 

After I told them of my purpose in the hospital upon entrance, I overheard one of the security personnel asking: 

"Why should he hear Mass here when there's a parish church nearby?" 

They never knew - even the Mass celebrant and the nuns never knew. 

Only God and me do.

One of the guards even checked on me if I were really in the chapel for the Mass. 

Know that, when I went out of the hospital after the Mass, the guards smiled at me.

No food feasts can equal the joy that this whole faith experience has given me.

(Photo courtesy: The SPH BlogSpot)