Today Pope Benedict XVI Canonized Brazil’s first saint, Saint Antônio de Sant’Anna Galvão, popularly known as Frei Galvão (Friar Galvão, links at the bottom). Normally this wouldn’t be something that I cared very much about, but this morning something happened that could be easily explained, but there are no coincidences, right?
I sleep with the TV on. Bad habit? Environmentally poor choice? Single? Yeah sure, but there you have it. I’ve also been known to put on the Catholic station and fall asleep to the mass. I enjoy watching the seminarians making mistakes and falling all over themselves, it makes me feel better about my own inadequacy as a student of religion. But maybe that’s a subject for another time… Anyway, I fell asleep with the Catholic channel on, and I had an odd dream.
I was watching the Pope Canonize a new saint. This saint was a man/goat. At the same time he looked both exactly like a goat and exactly like a man. Why the Pope was Canonizing a living man/goat was not explained to me. Usually man/goats are dead before they’re Canonized. Dreams are funny.
As the rite progressed I could see that the Pope was holding a silver trowel. This was obviously some ritual tool and it made me think of the Masons. The Pope then, quite unexpectedly, slit the man/goat’s throat with the trowel. I was shocked, but I figured that the man/goat needed to be killed because the Church couldn’t have a living saint. I woke up.
Now, what makes this significant, other than the dream about a Canonization on the day when a new saint was being Canonized, was that one of the relics associated with Frei Galvão is a trowel. He built a monastery by hand for an order of Nuns in Brazil.
All of this can be easily explained away by the TV being on, and the news when I woke up was indeed about the Pope in Brazil and the Canonization. But Jung called this kind of thing synchronicity, though this particular situation may or may not rise to the level of that label. The fact that the events are significant is the important thing to me.
I’ve never been one to have “visions” or “supernatural experiences.” I’m a pretty hard-core skeptic when you get right down to it, but lately I’ve been feeling like Sophia is screaming to get my attention. I wish I could hear what she’s saying.
