A Sleepy Revelation revealed in Light: My Vision of the Divine Mercy

I understand that what I’m about to share may sound improbable. Still, I move forward with quiet confidence, knowing that a divine hand orchestrated this encounter and now leads me to express it as faithfully as I can.

I had seen the image of the Divine Mercy before. It was familiar to my eyes, but not to my spirit. I didn’t yet understand its meaning, nor did I know the role of Saint Faustina—until it was revealed to me in a vision.

After that experience, I felt a strong inner pull to ask my mother whether we had a Divine Mercy prayer book. That single question opened the path to discovering Saint Faustina and the story of the visions she received—visions that echoed what had already been shown to me.

This wasn’t something I was searching for. I didn’t study it beforehand or try to uncover its meaning.
It was given.
It was shown.

In the year 2000, while in a deeply drowsy, almost suspended state, the meaning behind the white and red rays of the Divine Mercy image was impressed upon me with such clarity and urgency that I felt compelled to write it down.

  • The white rays: cleansing of the soul

  • The red rays: healing of the soul








And as I lay in that in-between space—between waking and sleep—a red ray moved slowly toward the center of my forehead.
Not with fear, but with a sense of purpose.

I didn’t need explanation. My soul understood.
This was not a memory from the outside world—it was written inside me.

In the quiet, truths unfold.
We don’t always need to chase visions. Sometimes, they come with grace.
Sometimes, they remind us: we were known long before we began to search.

"But one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out."
John 19:34

This verse directly ties to the Divine Mercy image—the red and white rays flowing from Jesus' side, symbolizing the sacraments of the Eucharist (blood) and Baptism (water), which cleanse and heal the soul.


The one who writes in the quiet, marked with the signet of the King.

Let me be the pen. Lord, you be the writer!  

Mercy 

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