I dreamed I had raised, white bumps on my skin that looked like rice. Smoke started to come out of them. I was running around a school looking for a nurse. I found a cop instead, but then the burning and smoke stopped on its own.
diiyin’s note: I sit speechless, not knowing exactly what to say. In all my sixty-two years of life, there has never been an experience like this moment. Since my childhood, people have been asking my thoughts.
What do the angels say about reaching God in the future? Many movements are antireligion or anti-God. Will atheists prevail in the near future? I have another question too. I’m seriously afraid of death. I try not to think about it, but how do I overcome this?”
diiyin’s note: Deep in spirit, we prepare our lives in the wake of the impending new year (cosmologically, the tlish diyan begin each year in November with the first sighting of the Pleiades). I turn my attention to the only source as the dream approaches.
For some time, I have been thinking about leaving my job as a hotel manager and my home in New York City. Ten years ago, I was really happy here and had many opportunities. Now everything seems to be stalling or breaking up.
I’m coming to terms with my impending death due to a fatal illness. It won’t happen right away. I’m trying not to be afraid and to welcome the upcoming changes. I’ve asked God to help me be strong when this happens.
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