Cause Everything is Never as it seems.
A conversation in my sleep!
Over the past few days I have recalled over and over a dream I had that literally saved my LIFE back in 2012! This is a story I have never told and will today for the very first time!
“Cinco de Mayo” (as it is affectionately known in Mexico) or May 5th, 2022 was my Wedding Anniversary! My husband Jon and I have been married for 21 years but this story starts way before then! This is a story of a person starting her journey and meeting someone that transpires or transfigures the journey! As a small girl, sitting in Catholic Mass or church one day, I met a new Priest, his name was Father Jack McArdle! I still remember to this day, how this man, dressed in the black and white priestly outfit stood tall and thin in the center of the church. He was not up on the pulpit, he was standing amongst the people right beside the front row! He often walked around with a pencil or a piece of chalk in his hand as if ready to write at a moments notice! This is important! Write it down! Mass was different with this man, he was inspiring as he walked back and forth across the center isle giving his sermon. He would laugh and tell a joke, something a small child could understand, then, he would walk down the center isle and say hello to you or ask you a question. You would answer Father Jack as your cheeks went red and you wanted to shrink in your seat! Yet, you felt you belonged!
Father Jack would be our Sunday Priest for several years and then one day he was assigned elsewhere. I don’t recall seeing Father Jack for sometime after that. Until one day, all of a sudden he popped up again at the most surprising place I had ever imagined. Father Jack was assigned to my school, my secondary school called Saint Marks Community School in Dublin, Ireland.
I was in a different town, a different place and Father Jack turns up here! I was now fifteen (15) years old. I stood there in my grey skirt, light blue shirt, blue, red and gold stripped tie and black
V-neck jumper as Father Jack walked into my classroom. It was Religious Studies! I still recall to this day how he transformed our classroom and made every story in the bible a real life action movie right in front of us. This was no ordinary class!
Both sides were always represented!
Father Jack even said Mass at School prior to school beginning each week day morning. I remember attending Mass when I could if I made it to the bus stop on time!
Our path’s crossed only a few times after I finished Secondary School and headed to College but it wasn’t until I thought of who I would like to be the Priest that married my husband and I that I thought of Father Jack again. It was now 2001, eleven (11) years later and I had been in America for some time far away from Ireland. Father Jack gladly accepted and he made the day and the ceremony special! Father Jack had so many stories of me, there was sure to be a few laughs! The best part I still remember to this day was when he came down from the alter in the church just before the wedding began and said “Mangiaracina” a few times to me to make sure he got it right! Father Jack then joked “are you sure you want to take this name?”. We both laughed! I understood!
Our day “Cinco de Mayo” or May 5th was very special!
We returned to America after a wonderful wedding in Ireland and honeymoon in Italy.
I don’t recall seeing Father Jack again, that was
until June 12th, 2012!
It was a day I will never forget and I have never shared with anyone! I remember it like it was yesterday! A vision that is deeply etched into my soul! My husband and I were both fast asleep in a house we both cherished. Our daughter Aishling was six years old and our son, Sean was not even two years old! Both were asleep and the house was silent. I was in a deep sleep!
All of a sudden, I remember clearly talking to Father Jack! I was elated to see him. My face, I could see lite up like a light beaming down on me. Talking a million miles an hour, telling him, how I was getting on, what I was doing, on and on and on. It was like I had only seen Father Jack yesterday! He looked great! He was wearing a cream colored Mass robe like he was ready to say Mass at our local church! His face was thin, healthy and his brown hair was combed exactly how I remember it! Then, he held my hand and told me something. I begin to cry, I could see the tears come down my face and then I gasped for air sitting up in the bed. I was looking at me talking to Father Jack and crying!
I am now strangely awake and back in my bed! Father Jack is nowhere to be seen. I am all alone. The tears are real! They are falling down my face! What just happened! It is early in the morning of June 12th, 2012 somewhere between three and four in the morning. I get up and go to the bathroom and stare at my face in the mirror. I am visibly moved, red faced and teary eyed. I am unable to think, paralyzed in that moment. “What did Father Jack say to me?”. I remember looking out the bathroom window to see if everything was alright. Then, I walked through the house unable to find anything out of place. I go back to bed and try to fall back asleep. It is in vain. I toss and turn for the remainder of the night. Nothing seems right. The alarm clock brings me back to reality at 6:15am with a loud buzzing noise and the vision is pushed far from my mind as the mornings chores take over. I don’t even mention it to my husband, Jon. He leaves early to go meet his boss, arriving from New York at the Atlanta airport. He runs out the door saying “I love you”!
Today is June 12th, 2012 and it is approximately two weeks away from Fiscal Year end at work. The office is noisy, bustling with people, last minute challenges and deadlines are all happening at once. It was shortly after 12:15pm when I picked up the phone to my husband, Jon. He is crying! I asked him “what’s wrong”? as I close the door. Jon says “there’s been a mass lay off at work and he was let go this morning. He is on his way home”. I am in shock. Jon was doing great in his job! This is a a complete shock! I do everything I can to stop myself from crying right there and then in the office. I tell Jon everything is going to be alright! I have to go, we will talk when I get home tonight. As I tell Jon these words, all I can see is the image of Father Jack in my mind. The dream is right in front of me now.
Was this what Father Jack told me?
It has been ten (10) years this year since I had that prophetic encounter with Father Jack. A priest I so affectionally knew, who sadly died of a long term illness on January 22nd, 2009.
I have come to understand there were many things Father Jack told me that night in June 2012 would come to pass. I believe there were five (5) life events he spoke of.
I always believed Father Jack McArdle was a true man of God and thought of every human being he would serve. It was only this year 2022, that I found out Father Jack was an acclaimed author of so many books I am now inspired to reach out and read! There are no surprises! Father Jack’s burial mass was said in the Church of Saint Michael in Monaghan, Ireland. He died on my parents, Wedding Anniversary, January 22nd, 2009.
He was one of thirteen (13) children and only predeceased by his brother Ted!
Thank you Saint Michael for sending Father Jack to me!
Who is your spiritual mentor?
Look back on your life and see who was sent to you as a messenger and guide right there beside you! The beauty of the message from Father Jack was yes he told me everything that was to pass but erased it from my memory at that point in time,
It was a blessing in disguise!
Father Jack knew me so well!
Cause Everything is NEVER as it seems
I write this letter to you on what also would have been the 82nd birthday of Dr. Wayne Dyer!
Who is your Spiritual Advisor Cause Everything is NEVER as it seems…..
Thank One Today!