Next day, Adeeb dropped me at Aquavista Hotel. Wonderful reconnection with Muna at breakfast time. Next? On my way to purchase some ink. Amazing encounter with Bilal.
Next? Back to Ruba’s. Then, back to Wesam.
Coming to the end of my visit, Ruba took care of my reservations in the bus back to Amman. Wesam took care of placing me in the right seat. Had a wonderful ride back to Amman, only a little too long.
Dumping On My Father. It’s All That I Can Take! And You Know It, My Father.
Back home where I belong in Ahmad’s family. How blessed I am to have two families here besides my USA blood family. Now what? O me! O mine! The naked picture of the bleak moment we are passing through.
Father? O my Father—O Father of mine? I have to dump my anger & frustration on You! To go & to come. To talk and talk and talk. To write & publish & optimize & repeat, all to no avail! To come back to nearly 500 emails not even a single one supporting the task You have given unto me, IT’S ALL THAT I CAN TAKE! And You know it.
Father Speaks To Me In Dreams & Visions ….
Saturday, April 8, 2017 at 11:07 am
In view of such bleak picture, I decided to dump on You. You put me to sleep. Immediately, I was under a rain of black flakes like carbon raining of me. Just as quick clear rain drenched me. In reading the meaning of rain, carbon, and water plus, how I felt when the rain drenched me, I sense once more, Your reassurance that You are working all things together for our good.
My determination? Even before I had such dream, I emphatically proclaimed above the heavens, “Regardless what comes by today, tomorrow or in the near future, You are my Master! I am Your bond slave. By the power of Your love from high I shall remain obedient at the sound of your voice.”