THE DREAM OF THE END OF THE WORLD

In my college days, I had dreams that I remember the next day, I wrote them, I sent them to one of my friends who lived in distant lands, and I kept the copies.

On some occasion reading them I observed that I had an equal dream on the same date, but that it corresponded to different years, which I will try to share.

My story begins in the city of Bogotá, when it was already the afternoon of any day of any month that I do not remember, I saw myself walking down a street alone, I had just left somewhere, when suddenly I felt a noise and a movement like an earthquake from the interior of the earth.

The clouds of the firmament began to darken, trees and buildings began to bend, people quickly occupied the street, listened to laments, cried, ran and dominated fear and despair, there was no place to shelter, or where to catch, the dead rose from their graves, the landscape was so devastating, devastating, and painful, that I decided to stop and close my eyes, not to look, I could not understand, I did not want to think, I could not hear, I did not want to see.

Suddenly there was a deep silence, a total calm, and it felt a pleasant smell, with a soft aroma, of exquisite perfumes that little by little impregnated the atmosphere.

A subtle and beautiful melody reached my ears, as if nature sang a song. Slowly trying to open my eyes, despite the glow of the sky, to achieve it and observe the variety of colors of beautiful flowers that disappeared on the horizon, I was ecstatic. It felt absolute calm.

Suddenly, high in Heaven, clothed with all power and majesty, appeared the Son of God, with great splendor, in white clouds and flashes of light, on a throne held by Seraphim, Cherubim, Archangels, Angels who solemnly played the trumpets , and all the Celestial Court that praised him, were indescribable and countless those beautiful luminous, angelic beings, who announced to him the Divine Presence, the cosmos and the ends of the earth.

The creatures before such greatness, we prostrated ourselves in an attitude of profound adoration and saw clearly the imminent thing: we were in the "END OF THE WORLD" and before the "GREAT FINAL JUDGMENT" OF LOVE, ABOUT LOVE.

The next day I was awakened by HOPE, JOY, CONCERN, and STRENGTH to look at the road.

I finish this story with a prayer that caught my attention: "Lord, you who will be Judge at the end of time and history, give us the grace to become Artifices of a more just and fraternal society ..."