A prophetic dream about Satan and the church. Satan in the church. (From report No. 06-13)
I want to see the sun rise tomorrow!
Just that and nothing more. Such a small thing. Every day throughout our entire lives we are under the sun, but if you think about it, we don’t even pay attention to it.
But today, right now, I am standing alone in a hospital room by the window and I see how its crimson disk rolls beyond the horizon. And the earthly haze dissolves its raspberry semicircle like wax. And it melts, just like me.
And I don’t want it to! I never thought that one could stop living so early. And only now have I felt that I am not ready to part with life. Tomorrow is the operation and not a single doctor gives me a chance that I will survive it. They whisper behind my back. They look at me with pity. And I feel awful. It’s impossible to live with such pain either.
And still, I want so much for the sun to rise. And not just once. And for me to see it and greet the dawn, and for spring to be not only the twenty-first, but also the twenty-second, the thirty-fifth, and more, and more…
And right now I am so scared, truly scared. For any person it is normal, when going into surgery, to experience fear on a physical level. Not only is he afraid, every cell of his physical body is afraid.
This is natural. Subconsciously people fear death, because they realize the moment when the flesh ceases to serve the soul and the earthly world must be left behind. For several days now this soul-chilling horror has been constantly behind my back. And it pursues me… and I am not simply afraid. I know for certain that I am on the threshold. And all I can do now is pray.
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Satan in a dream…
A few days ago I looked into “that world”… at night… in a dream:
I am walking along a road that leads out of the city. I know that this road is closed, because it is being laid toward a bridge. It will be a huge beautiful bridge, but right now it is not yet done. It is not finished. Huge piles of supports stick out of the ground at a great distance, and at this moment they look like the ruins of Aspendos… and not like a future bridge.
Cliffs and a bridge in a dream…
No one drives on this road, for everyone it does not yet exist, which is probably why there are no special barriers either. At some point it simply breaks off. Below there are several dozen meters of a cliff, and ahead is a river valley, across which a bridge is being built. For many kilometers ahead there is the river, bushes, and the piles of supports.
I stopped at the very edge. A beautiful valley and a cliff. In that moment everything is so close, as if in the palm of your hand.
If you think about it, flying down from the edge is high. And thoughts are spinning in my head about what will happen if I take a step forward, flight or fall?
Behind me I hear a hum. I turn around and realize that I am being sucked into some kind of mechanical vehicle. With metal claws it cuts me up and shoves me inside this strange device.
I am scared, but I can neither move nor break free. This machine is taking me from the bridge back toward the city. I feel nothing and see everything only through a small viewing slit.
A church, icons and candlesticks in a dream…
The next episode — I am in a church. Night, candles are burning, there is no one else. And I feel the pleasant smell of melting wax. Reflections of light now and then fall on the icons and yellow copper candlesticks. I try to come to my senses and collect my thoughts: what exactly happened to me? Why am I completely alone? And why is there such darkness and night all around?
It is night all the time.
I try to move and feel my body, but I feel only someone’s gaze. In the dream, with my whole being I felt a gaze upon me. When I raised my eyes to see who was looking at me, I became numb. This concerned not only speech — the ability to make sounds — my thoughts stopped.
The mummy of Satan in a dream…
To the right, a few steps from me, under the icons stood the mummy of Satan. Completely motionless, but his black icy eyes looked straight at me.
Do you know what else I felt and remembered with complete clarity in that dream? A deathly silence.
I know that there is a belief. If you meet a messenger of death, never look him in the eyes. You can look at his chest and at his feet, but never into his eyes. And I looked straight into his pupils.
To look death in the eyes in a dream…
And in that silence I realized that I had looked death in the eyes.
And I also realized that I could do nothing. Absolutely nothing, only pray, pray… Then, in the dream, I recited the Our Father no fewer than three times. And then I woke up, because I felt tears rolling down my cheeks…
In our lives, very much depends on our actions and deeds. But there are events that only a higher will is given to control. Regardless of whether we believe in miracles and otherworldly things, or not, every one of us has hoped for a miracle at least once in their life.
Now, I can say with complete certainty that beyond our earthly world, there is a force that rules the worlds, and I know that we are heard there…
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