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I dreamt of Jesus, the Blessed Sacrament.

Last night, my eyes saw the Host and I had to protect Him. He was desecrated, nullified by His own. As a KoA, I merely do what i am told as i wanted to serve Jesus. But now, Jesus showed Himself and how He is offended. In the dream, I was quite hostile in delivering to mass-goers how they need to consume the Host at once. I have not yet felt this way joining the KoA since I had already charged a woman who was trying to take to her seat the precious Body of our Lord. He is already beat up and offended, should we let Him feel more of this?

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