As the first part of my dreams I don’t remember today, I am writing about the OBE:
I am in bed myself, the other one, I am sure he is me, yet he looks different, we are having an intimate contact.
I leave the bed and go to a temple, as I get in, I realize that I know the place, not sure if I have been there before or if I will be there in the future. I see an image of Our Lady, as I look at her she cries, her eyes are blue roses, I look at a painting, it is sad, the people in the painting become happy as I am there, I approach the altar, and I feel the presence of some people, I don’t see them, yet, I know they are there.
Then, I am in an apartment, people come in and out, there is a gorgeous woman, she wants to drink, I put her out.
The first thing I remember is seeing Alcimar, which I haven’t seen in 15 years, he is exactly as I last saw him, I tell him that I love him very much, and that I am pleased for his new life, I totally understand him.
Lots of love,
Andrews Roccon
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