Why Covid-19: Me? Haven’t Got The Slightest! Not My Two Cents Worth. But! …

It’s not just emotional excitement. It’s not just feeling. For sure it’s something so immense beyond words to describe. It’s so vividly imprinted in my soul. What is Your message in my dream?

  • In the corridor of an old house were standing 12 brothers weeping ready for the probate of their father’s will. There were 12 mason jars filled with honey. The executor appeared. He moved some sort of cabinet. He placed it in front of him apparently to use as his platform to administer the will. I woke up.

O My Master—My Beloved Father! I Wait On You …

Thursday, April 9, 2020 at 5:47 am.

Well? O my Master! you know that I waited all day and night yesterday to hear from You, but! You gave me no direct answer except to work on the graphic before I published the post.

Master? I Am Still Waiting …?

I sense the solemnity of the moment. Your wisdom calls me to wait on You however long I must wait for Your clear direction in all that I do.

Wow! Another Amazing Clue! Your Final Plan Shall Soon Be Displayed. I Wait …?

Thursday, April 9, 2020 at 9:58 am.

Another dream or was it a vision? Somewhere, perhaps at a beach, a strapling young man rushed to embrace me lifting me up to his mouth to passionately kiss me while exclaiming loud and clear: “I give it all for what you do to me!” Next?

My father and family were outdoors somewhere like the front of a country house. I was looking from a hill close by. Suddenly! The young man appeared in a dazzling horse. He extended his hand towards my father, saying, “Here is the $12000.00 required for your daughter’s hand!”

My father said I was not for sale. Next? Ahmad was on the escene not knowing or understanding what to do in the situation. I came down from the hill. I said, “You need an interpreter, that’s your costum not ours.” And I woke up.

I Am Now Awake Indeed! …

Friday, April 10, 2020 at 3:32 am.