I am married to the task of spreading the message
|In a dream I meet victims of a plane crash. Another dream reminds me of my commitment to doing the work I have undertaken to do.|
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I was walking, going somewhere far away. Suddenly I was wading through water, up to my waist.
I turned go back home again. It was just as far to go back. I arrived at an airport terminal. There was something wrong with the plane I was going to take. I seem to recall that I had to make my own way, on my own, high up into the air.
There were lots of people crowding together at the terminal. A man came up to me, he was the airport manager or the Creator himself – who knows? He offered me all sorts of goodies from the large basket he had with him.
This man had immense authority; he waved to me to go past the long queue of people crowding to board the plane.
Throughout the dream another man was with me, it was probably my other self.
During the day a plane crashed in Brazil, two hundred were killed. I believe that it was these people I saw in the queue.
Jag var på väg någonstans lång bort. Jag gick och plötsligt blev det vatten jag tog mig igenom, var upp till midjan.
Skulle sedan ta mig hem igen. Det var lika lång väg tillbaka. Jag kom fram till en flygterminal. Men något var fel med planet jag skulle flyga med. Jag har för mig att jag på något sätt själv fick ta mig högt upp i luften på egen hand.
Det var massor av folk som trängdes på denna flygterminal. En man kom fram till mig, om det var platschefen eller Skaparen själv, ja vem vet. Han hade en stor korg med allehanda godsaker som han räckte mig.
Denne man hade en oerhörd makt, han vinkade fram mig och vi gick förbi den långa kön med trängande människor.
Under hela drömmen fanns även en annan man med mig, det var nog mitt andra jag.
Under dagen hade ett plan störtat i Brasilien med två hundra offer. Jag tror att det var dessa som fanns i kön.
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I met a man. He was attending a school or on a training course in a special school high up somewhere. He was going to come down to another place to get his degree or something like that. This man was not attracted to men or women but he did, however, intend to get married. He needed to marry to be able to do what he wanted in future. To be married was essential.
I understand how it all fits together. I’ve been thinking about it all day. There is probably nothing else to be done; it’s just the way it is. I know so well who this man is, it is me, the other part of me.
This part of me is not pulled in any direction. I also know what a yes from me means. I’ve been given a second life after my first death. As it says in the scriptures, “He is dead, yet he lives.”
This happened many years ago and is forever etched in my memory.
Yes, I give this marriage my yes. I understand and know, as I said, the meaning of my yes.
What happens now?