Monday, May 24, 2004Guera had a dream… For some reason, she was in flames, but the flames were not hurting her. There was gasoline to her left, to her right, and behind her. In front of her was a plane. The gasoline was moving toward her, and all she could do was move toward the plane, so as to avoid the gasoline and extend her life. The closer she got to the plane, the more she placed the plane’s passengers in danger. She didn’t want to hurt others, but she didn’t want to die either. She did not know what to do. And then, without knowing where the voice came from, she heard my instructions… which she followed and found relief. When Guera’s got issues, I’m one of the people she comes to, if not the sole person whose advice she seeks. This is evident in her dream. It’s flattering that she has such high regards for my guidance. Posted by at 8:13 pm [Permalink]
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