P-RITES

  There’s something that happened to me — something small, maybe — but I believe it carries a deep meaning. And I want to share it, not because I want attention, but because someone out there might need to be reminded that heaven listens. Some time ago, I had a dream. In that dream, I saw a feather — not just any feather, but something that felt heavenly, maybe from an angel. I couldn’t explain it, but I never forgot it. The image stayed with me, clear and soft in my memory, like it was planted in my heart for a reason. Then one night, I felt moved to pray. With simple words and sincere faith, I spoke to the Blessed Virgin Mary. I asked her: “Mama Mary, if that feather in my dream really meant something… if it came from you or from heaven… then please show it to me again. Let me see it in real life.” I didn’t expect anything dramatic. But the next day, something happened. While I was sweeping the floor in my room, I saw it. A small feather, just lying there. Not in the exact place ...