Eyes Wide, Jaw Dropped

My son had a dream one Sunday morning. He was sleeping beside me when he woke — elated, as if he had just returned from somewhere far away but deeply heavenly. He was moved, wide-eyed, full of awe.

"Mom," he said, "I was in heaven and I saw Heavenly Mother."

He had been standing in the clouds, he told me, watching her approach from a distance. A tall, powerful angel stood at his right side as she drew nearer.

Heavenly Mother was seated on a gigantic chair, held high above the ground by four male angels — one at each side, bearing it on their shoulders. She was wearing a hanbok. And behind her chair, stretching back as far as he could see, were thousands upon thousands of men — her devoted supporters, following her in procession.

He said the shock and astonishment of what he saw was so overwhelming that he felt his eyes popping out of their sockets, his lower lip and jaw falling open. As he described it to me, he kept demonstrating — opening his eyes wide, dropping his mouth — "Like this, mommy, like this." He was, to say the least, speechless.

I asked him who Heavenly Mother was. What did she look like?

He answered with the certainty of a child who cannot understand why the question even needs asking. Mommy, it was Chameomoni. True Mother (Holy Mother Han). Like — don't you know?