Dear Dreamers... Awakeners and Sleepers alike,
in the last two postings, with the help of some Dreams
of the Departed, I demonstrated about the spiritual world in which we go
after decorporation. In this last and most enlightning presentation, with
the last category of Dreams of the Departed, being the Dreams of Ghost of
Past Lives also known as Transfigurational Dreams
or even as Father's Dreams... we will show how we can come out of the
Spiritual World and come back into the Material World!!!
How is that, for a change... because this category has to be one of the
most fascinating of all?!!!
Anyways, as theory you can look at the Transfiguration of Jesus, but the
best example to rapidly demonstrate the importance of these dreams where the
soul of your present Ghost Body transmigrates into the Ghost Body of one of
your own previous lives... is the case of Marduk, the Universal Sovereign
and King of Babylon...
(The references come from "The Origins and History of Consciousness" by
Neumann... from the top of p.165 to 167...
"But the son (Marduk) has dreamt that his Father appeared to him, like "a
man having a Sun for his head," and in the dream he rode the Sun Steed of
his Future that his Father gave him.
.... when he argues about this dream with some Sleepers on Gaz... he
tells them...
"You bed-wetter, my father's dreams would have shown me
my heritage..."
"... nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be what I am - nobody but me!"
You see, my friends, this means that some dreams belong to certain
individuals and represent some form of spiritual heritage!!!
Do you see what I mean?
Oh! I see you still have some difficulty... well listen to this and tell me
if you can put this following ingredient together with the above just
mentionned...
"Grasping the True nature of dreams,
May I train myself in the clear Light of the Miraculous Transformation.
Let it come that I obtain the Non-Forgetting Intellect
and "remember" my past life (or lives)."
words of Guru Padma Sambhava, Tibet, 8th century A.D.,
extracted from "Root Verses" of "The Bardo Thodol"
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Can you see the fact that these most important words, which resume the
essential content of the whole Tibetan Book of the Deads clearly
mention that in some dreams you can discover about your past lives??!!!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
That is, provided that you have a little bit of intellect... like
it says... and that appears to be a rare commodity around here. :)
Hopefully, I am wrong!
Well, if you can't understand theories of this Science, perhaps you
would be able to see better if, instead of horseshitting some hypothesises,
I could illustrate this miraculous phenomeno with a series of similar
most enlightning dreams of Transfigurations into Ghosts of Past Lives...
and as such show you this most simple Applied Science of the Ancient
Wisdom!!!
For your reference convenience you'll find them numbered...
Menu of Past Lives Dreams
1- Nurse in the Civil War
2- Mark Gerard Miller in the Civil War
3- On the Field of Glory
4- Deads from Nuclear Explosions
5- Reflection in the Dead Sea
6- Sekhmet
7- Present at the Crucifixion of Christ!!
8- Nutcracker as Rhea
9- Torstensson
10- Jesus
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1- Nurse in the Civil War
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Does anyone use any techniques to diseminate possible reincarnation from
dreams?
I have always been interested in the Civil War and the 19th century. I always
decorated my room in a Victorian style and I truly felt comfortable looking at
pictures from that era. This has been a life long thing with me.
A couple of months ago, I had a very vivid dream in which I was a nurse, or
something like that and I was with soldiers in the woods. One soldier, whom I
just knew was really my sister, was mortally wounded. I was holding his/her
head in my lap. A man was trying to direct us out of the danger area, he was
leading us deeper in to the woods. A huge explosion happened in the dream and
than nothing. I must of woke up.
Before the man brought us further into this grouping of trees he said "Follow
me, if you follow me you will always find the sun" which doesn't make much
sense to me.
Oh, I forgot, the whole dream started out in a modern day restaurant/club. I
was with many people that I knew only slightly and my sister. Then the walls to
this club started to "melt" and the people started to change into civil war
soldiers. The restaurant disappeared and we were in the woods in the middle of
a battle.
This to me sounds like a total reincarnation dream. I can describe the dress I
was wearing in the dream and I did some research on the net and found a picture
of a nurse. She was wearing a similar dress. That is why I think I was a nurse
in this dream.
If this was a reincarnation dream, how can I go about getting more
information?
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How interesting to see that she knows even without any theory
that she was that nurse.
Yes, dear whoever you may be... you are correct in thinking that
this is a reincarnation dream and "YES" you definitely were that
Nurse because...
"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else can be
"that Civil War Nurse" - nobody but this woman who had this
dream of her Spiritual Heritage!"
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2- Mark Gerard Miller in the Civil War...
From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Mark G Miller)
I hardly ever have violent dreams (that I can remember), so I was
surprised when I had two of them in the past month. Here is one:
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6/30/98
Last night I dreamt that I was a soldier or an officer in what I thought was the
U.S. Civil War. I was with a troop of soldiers. I could see a huge panorama of
landscape and way off in the distance the numerous enemy soldiers sort of
scattered around in groups, moving here and there. Next, I had climbed down
a wall into a lower part of the ground to meet one of the enemy in battle.
He was wielding a club. I reached into my pocket and took out my pocket
knife. We came together. He swung his club at me to strike me, but I caught
it in mid-air and stabbed him. He groaned, went limp, fell into my arms and
ceased to struggle but did not die. So I held him in my arms as I stabbed
him several times, having to force the knife through his ribs. It took four
or five times before I finally found his heart and was able to extinguish
him. I think I carried his body with me back up to the higher ground where
my comrades awaited. Later in the dream, I was telling the story of my
combat to a woman. As I told her, I remembered that there aren't any true
war stories because they get embellished so over the years.
--- * ------- = ---------------------
"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be "that Particular Soldier in the Civil War" -
nobody but Mark Gerard Miller... here present!"
Cheers! to our Reincarnated friend, Mark Gerard!
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3- On the Field of Glory...
Posted at Tiger's Nest by G. Frilund on December 04, 1997 at 15:17:50:
Hello, this dream really fascinated me:
I was standing in the first line of a Napoleonic unit marching forward to
battle. My friends in the unit were dying like flies all around me as the
enemy opened fire at us, we were quite close to them , so the fire had a
bloody effect. As we approached them, we halted and returned fire, I also
fired my musket at one of the enemy soldiers. Napoleonic rifles had to be
reloaded after one shot, and we did not have the time for that.
An enemy officer was riding in front of the enemy lines a bit to the right.
The enemy then engaged us in melee, and I remember almost panicking, as they
were coming towards us with their bayonets on. The fear made me want to run
away, but I couldn't; the formation had to be maintained at every cost. The
bullets were flying all around us and my mates in my unit were falling and
dying all around me. I felt left out, alone in the field of battle. Then I
panicked, and started running, almost flying, between the lines of the
fighting units towards the enemy officer to the right. That was when I died,
probably shot to death between the front lines.
I flew away like an angel, watching the battlefield from above, I felt
secure now. Before I went away, I had to say goodbye to one of my friends
who was serving in the same army as myself. He was on a hill, just behind
the main battle, and was obviously a high ranking officer. He was very happy
to see me and smiled to me as I went away to heaven, or wherever.
I'm very interested in Napoleon and his era, therefore this dream was not
unpleasant, instead it was entertaining. The fear I felt as the enemy was
approaching was something very special, and the need to keep calm, not to
break the formation. Also, the units on the battlefield looked like icons in
a computer wargame I have, only the warriors were real.
There. Exciting, huh? :)
G. Frilun
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So, my Friends, as you can imagine I was compelled to write to this
reincarnated soul... and this is part of what I told him...
Mr. G. Frilund,
I have read with great interest and wonderment your very
special dream. I do not interpret dreams like others.... I mean not in a
psychoanalyst way.... I simply read them. In this clear perspective your
dream indicates that you were actually there a little over 200 years ago!!!
"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else can be
"that Napoleon Officer" - nobody but Goran Frilund!"
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4- Deaths from Nuclear Explosions...
(These here, my friends, are from two persons who died from
Nuclear experimentation or warfare...)
-----Original Message-----
From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Newsgroups: alt.dreams
Date: Wednesday, September 30, 1998 4:04 PM
Subject: Re: Nuclear explosions
I have had two or three dreams like that.
In the most vivid one, I saw the bright flash way off in the
distance, followed by the stereotypical mushroom cloud... it
was in absolute silence, because the sound had not reached me
yet. (That was the scary part -- it was so realistic.)
I remember I could see the shock wave approaching me -- debris
and such -- and I remember thinking, "I'll bet I've already
received a lethal dose of radiation. I'll bet I'm dead already."
Very, very spooky.
Hal
In article <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,
- - <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
> Anyone have dreams about nuclear explosions? For some reason I have
> had a lot of them over the years, sometimes I am killed, and I then
> continue on as some sort of ghost. In the dreams it doesn't feel like
> there is a nuclear war going on, the explosions are always unexpected.
>
Hal Fulton
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"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be who these guys were in a previous life- nobody but
them who had these dreams of their immediate Previous Lives!"
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5- Reflection in the Dead Sea...
-----Original Message-----
From: JLennon910 <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Newsgroups: alt.dreams
Date: Monday, October 12, 1998 4:06 AM
Subject: Help me with my dream, please. Thanks.
I keep having this strange dream. In it I'm standing on an empty beach. The
sand is fine and white, and the sky is a eautiful shade of blue. No clouds
are in sight. No-one else is in sight, and I'm facing the water. It's
still, thought, almost stagnant. It's an ocean, though, I can't see the end
of it and the water is salty. I can see my reflection in it, only it's not
me.
The person I see is much shorter than I am, and thin, with long straight
black hair done in three braids, with feathers and beads braided in, and has
deep green eyes.
The person is wearing a long off-white dress with long sleeves under a long
dark red vest embroiderd with a sort of abstract vine-y pattern. I look at
my self and see that I am this person, who is nothing like me. In reality,
I'm tall(6'2), I'm over weight, my hair is curly, short and brown, my eyes
are blues, and I seldom if ever wear a dress. What could this dream mean?
I'd appreciate e-mail replies, as I don't come here often, but posts to
this newsgroup are fine too.
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So, as you may anticipate my dear Dreamer friends, I wrote to him...
In that dream your soul has simply transmigrated into one of the ghost
bodies of one of your previous lives. This phenomena was known by the
Ancient civilisations as a dream of Transfiguration. In other words, that
was you in a previous life...
... after pounding a little on your dream I have come the solid
impression that when you looked at the reflection of yourself, dressed like
that in white with the jacket in that water which was salted that you were
on the side of the Dead Sea!!!
OK! I made a little research to discover that some people living
next to the Dead Sea where dressed as such in white and they were known as,
listen to this... as the Essenes or "The People of the Scrolls"... and they
were agricultural. That would be on the west side of the Dead Sea... so you
must have been facing east if you were of the scroll people.
There is a good article about the Dead Sea Scrolls which speak a
little about the high morals Essenes... who were copying the Holy Scriptures
(in the caves of Qurram and Waddi Muraba) among other things... in the
Archeological Supplement of the New International Bible, pages 1648 to 1652.
The best place there was En Gedi, "the fountain of the kid" and it
has warm water flowing out some cliff and creates a fertile valley half mile
wide and a mile long where in ancient times grew "vineyards"!!!... Hey! your
jacket!!! Reference, same book, p.1656, 1657... but carries on saying that
in those ancient times they also grew palms, balsam, camphor, gum arabic,
sugar cane, melons and many other edible fruits and plants that made it one
of the world's famed garden spots. Birds would go there of course and
caravans would also go through there bringing their Gulimime Beads (glass)
usually cylindrical about the diameter of a cigarette and no longer than a
filter of the same... and in all kinds of colors or color combination.
Anyways, I just thought that this could be of interest to you!
Has to be the Dead Sea... 600 square miles of stagnant Dead Salted Water!!!
Take care Bud, Gérald
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"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be the reincarnation of that Essene -
nobody but you who transfigured into that unique
Ghost Body of your far-away previous life!"
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6- Sekhmet... the Terrible Mother
I have a poser for you Gerald... (Posted on the Dream Forum at Waking World.)
This entry submitted by Liz on 5/17/97. (Only the important part of it.)
That night I had the first of the three dreams...
I am flying above a desert landscape. For the longest nothing below me but
undulating dunes of yellow gold sand. I can feel the sun on my back and the
wind in my face and I appear to be riding the thermals in the air currents.
>From far up in the sky I spy a village, rather poor looking place, houses
made of adobe walls with river reed roofs, very primitive. Suddenly, I feel
as tho I have been sucked down towards the earth. The next sensation is of
looking out of someone's eyes, feeling the pull of gravity against my body,
the strain of standing upright again. Out of the corner of my eye I can see
long golden hair, somewhat wavy, falling over my/her shoulders. I am dressed
in some sort of linen robe, not fitted as the later fashion will be, but
much more flowing. I am in the center of the village, outside of one of the
larger buildings. The beginnings of primitive pyramids can be seen in the
distance. The villagers are surrounding me and my men/eunuchs (bald headed,
slightly paunchy men with some sort of wrapped loincloths around their
bodies and no other clothing of decorations. Except their eyes are heavily
kohled. I raise my/her arms and announce in some gobbledygook language
(which I understand totally) that the sacrifice be brought forth. A young
woman, beautiful in a white gown is brought forward, struggling as she is
held between two of the eunuchs. A young man dashes from the crowd and
attempts to snatch her from the disciples (?)...end of dream, I awake.
The next evening, and as I recall I asked to sleep in with my mother because
the first dream had so unnerved me, the dream continues in sequence, just
like a soap opera or something. I/she announce that the boy (whom I now
recognize as the young man from All Campus Weekend, not so much by his
features, but from his eyes - his soul) has profained the sacrifice (she was
a virgin and untouched by male hands, now she is impure) and that he will be
sacrificed in her place. A large chalice/bowl (hammered copper or gold
perhaps, again primitive) is brought to me by one of the men in the
loincloths. The boy is taken ahold of by two of these persons...I chant some
more of the unknown tongue, which I again understand completely, whirl about
and slice open his throat with these razor sharp fingernails which I notice
for the first time I am equipped with. He sags in the men's arms, I thrust
out the bowl/chalice to catch the blood within...there is a hazy period and
the dream ends with me/her literally bathing in this boys blood. My hands,
lifted up into the sky, possibly in adoration, are covered in it and it is
running in rivulets down bown arms. I know that I have drunk some also
because there is a taste of electric spit and bright copper in my mouth. I
glory in the blood and in this boys death...the second dream ends...I awake
The third evening I dream again...the first thing I notice is that all is
dark, soft and quiet around me and I seem to be in some sort of a confined
space. There is a small square of light far, far above me. I feel the
tiniest draft of a breeze from somewhere. I hear a noise, crunching or like
concrete blocks sliding together...the square of light becomes smaller and
smaller...until, with a chunking sound, all the light is gone and it occurs
to me that I have been walled up in one of those distant pyramids,
alive...the air is soon gone and as I begin to asphyxiate...I wake up,
gasping for air...
These same three dreams, in succession, have occurred over and over again
during this lifetime for me. I really haven't been bothered by them too much
in the past 14 or 15 years. I believe that it is only since I began to work
on the inner self that the dreams let off. I also believe that a large part
of the bad karma which I feel I must overcome in this lifetime stems from
this episode. Some have told me that it occurred 10,000 years ago and the
condition of the village and hair color would bear out that etimate. I know
at one time Egyptians had blonde, brown and black hair. Red hair, however,
was considered unlucky and most were killed at birth. What do you make of
these dreams? This should be interesting!
Breathlessly awaiting your input...Liz
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Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be the reincarnation of Sekhmet who was the only
one who ever sacrificed men and drank their blood
in Ancient Egypt - nobody but the person
who had this past life Transfiguration dream!"
(There is more about this dream's interpretation in
Electric Dreams of April 1998. See Archives.)
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7- Present at Christ's Crucifixion!!!
I was at the Crucifixion of Christ (in my dream)
<http://www.frii.com/~tigrnest/wwwboard/messages/955.htm>
[EMAIL PROTECTED] <mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
This dream was about 10 months ago. It is still as clear today as it was
the morning I awoke. I can tell you every smell, sound, feeling, the
dampness, the light of the sky (or lack of), the types and faces of
witnesses, the oceans of mercy coming from Christ toward every person in
front of him and in existence. I do not know why I was blessed or not
blessed with this dream, but it is still vivid in my mind. I welcome
serious comments on this.
==============================
As you may understand I wrote to her...
Dear Lady Maureen,
I have read with great interest the synopsis of your dream...
and I would like to read it in full details if possible.
Maureen, I hope that you are somehow opened to the concept of the
immortality of the soul because your dream was prophecised a long time
ago... as clearly stated in Revelation 1,7...
"Look he is coming with the clouds,
and every eye will see him,
even those who pierced him;
and all the peoples of the earth
will mourn because of him."
... because it is said that those who were there would remember forever.
You see, my dear Maureen, this prophetical statement means that those who
were present at the Crucifixion will remember this most memorable scene...
which goes along with the usual phenomena of dreaming when he comes in the
flesh...
" For the Days of the Lord are coming..... . And it shall come to
pass afterward, saith God, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; and
your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream
dreams, your young men shall see visions.
Even on my servants and handmaidens I will pour out, in those days,
my Spirit; and they shall prophesy."
(Words of the Lord himself revealed to the prophet Joël preserved
in Joël 2.28-30 in the Old Testament and, due to their crucial importance,
repeated in the New Testament in Acts 2.16-18.
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"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be the reincarnation of that person who among
many others saw the Crucifixion of Christ - nobody
but Maureen who had this powerful dream which her
soul will remember forever!"
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8- Nutcracker as Rhea
I was with Victor (Eric Braeden/Y&R...an actor) and his friend Douglas. We
were at Victor's property where he was going to build a ranch. We were
standing there (I don't recall a house, but we were looking out a window)
when suddenly, out of nowhere, a storm started brewing. The skies were
black. It was going to be a bad one. I wondered if we should even bother
putting our cars in the garage, thinking they'd probably get damaged there
as well. Directly in front of us stood a tree. It was of medium height
(25-30 feet), had a trunk 4 feet in diameter and had millions of leaves
which were small and waxy. Suddenly, out of the right side of the leaves
there appeared a small, dimpled looking, beluga whale. The whale looked to
be struggling to escape the leaves and branches; feet first, if you will.
It finally broke free, but was then sucked immediately back in. Next, all
of the leaves began turning color; green to black to white, finally turning
into doves (but not flying away, staying in the tree). Next the doves
turned into twelve ghosts (like Casper, The Friendly Ghost). All you can
see are their heads poking through the leaves. I stood there in awe at what
had transpired; my mind trying to comprehend all I had seen. In the blink
of an eye, the storm had passed. The tree before us now forever broken.
The trunk had been snapped completely off and was now shattered and
splintered on each end. But the amazing thing was that the treetops were
still in tact, hanging ominously above the tree stump, while the trunk
itself was levitating sideways between the treetop and the stump. The
kinetic energy surrounding us from the storm was remarkable. I grabbed my
journal to write everything down that had happened. Over my shoulder,
Victor began reading some of my previous entries (personal comments, quotes
I'd made up and observations). One in particular, and my favorite, caught
his eye. He read it out loud. I said to him, "You know, I felt like I had
been touched by the hand of God when I wrote that. It was the most amazing
feeling." I felt a buzzing feeling within my body. My blood flowed
through me like electricity. I took my journal and sat down to write what
we had all witnessed. My mind is racing, my hand can't process my thoughts
fast enough. As I write, I suddenly realize that I'm sitting there topless
(half naked), but I don't care. I'm wearing a brand new pair of jeans, the
tag hanging off one of those plastic strings that are so annoying. I feel
the coolness of the table as my bare breasts rub against it as I continue
writing. I write faster and faster, not wanting to forget a single thing,
my head nearly resting on the table by my hand. Victor watches me,
mesmerized. I can feel myself get lightheaded, like I might pass out from
the sheer exhiliration of it all. I feel my body start to tip over
sideways, out of my chair. I find it increasingly hard to breathe. I take
deeper and deeper breaths, reminding myself to breathe in and out. I wonder
if Victor will catch me before I fall to the ground. (7/21/96) #446
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"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else can be the reincarnation
of Rhea-Dictynna-Britomartis - nobody but Nutcracker, who present
here today, had this Reincarnation dream!"
"Cheers! to Lady Nutcracker, here present!"
(More on the interpretation of this dream has been exposed in
Electric Dreams April 1998 Issue. See Archives.)
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9- Torstensson...
While away I have actually had another exciting
dream. I'll include it here under so you get the chance to see it too
because it's really great, actually another battlefield-dream.
"I was apparently on the battlefield of Lützen during the thirty years war,
and I was a young swedish officer of some kind. I was standing on foot next
to the swedish king Gustavus Adolphus, who was sitting on his horse
overviewing the battle. I remember being very anxious to get into battle
myself and wanted to draw my sword and engage the enemy in person. Instead
of sending me into the heat of battle, the king held me back and went away
to fight himself, leaving me at the commandpost.
Just shortly after the king had left for battle, his horse returned through
the fog. We saw his horse come back towards our lines, Gustavus Adolphus
had died in the fighting.
With renewed energy, our army took to the offensive again, ensured that it
would avenge the kings death, and turn the catholic enemies over in retreat
and so we did. I personally ordered the kings horse (yes, actually, the
horse) to attack the enemy, and he rushed onto the enemy lines to take
revenge for his dead master.
When we, after winning the battle, found the kings body I noticed that the
man who had killed him had been captured. I drew my sword to kill the evil
murderor but then noticed that he was my brother. I just couldn't kill the
man." End.
This dream is also a very good explanation of what actually happened at
Lützen in 1632.
Oh well, I'll be off now.
Regards,
G. Frilund
Follow up...
My name was actually spoken in the dream. Torstensson. But it was said with
another name before it, which I don't remember, possibly Oxenstierna or
Banér.
I'm not sure whether this man was present at Lützen, but that was my name,
and he existed for real. Shortly after the kings death, he took command of
the entire army after a certain Johan Banér in 1641. Lennart Torstensson
immediately marched upon Prague, but had to return when orders from
Stockholm came, requiring him to march on Denmark. The danish empire was
forced to peace in 1645, whereas Torstensson could march south again.
Pressed by time, the peace negotiations had already begun in Münster, he
attacked Bohemia in a frightening blitzkrieg, passed over the border of
Austria; threatening Vienna itself! The emperor and the royal court fled
Vienna in the sight of the Swedish troops marching onwards. However,
Torstensson never got the chance to attack Vienna, his plans were torn up
as he was forced by illness to return to Sweden and leave Karl Gustaf
Wrangel (I just love the swedish nobles names of the 17th century) in
command of the army. The peace was finally signed in 1648, starting with
the churchbells of Münster ringing out the happy message.
This is probably the greatest life I have ever lived.
I think this life was the peak in my military career. I'm really happy to
at last have found a real name! Something to work on, I have to run out to
my local bookstore to buy something on the thirty years war!
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"Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be the reincarnation of Torstensson - nobody
but Goran Frilund who also had this dream!"
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And now finally, one of the several of mine, which
all say the same thing, and which come with another
most unique confirmation dream which has already been
exposed at several times... and for your good info, I am
proud of my dreams and "KNOW" just what they mean...
"He, who does not believe in the true dream, does not believe
in Allah nor in the Day of Reckoning."
(Most important words of Mohammed!!!)
.... so here we go one last time... just for the sake of it...
10- The Light of the World!
"When my mind woke up to its senses, I was walking down the street with my
pack-sack on my back, in the center of a big Downtown, a concrete Jungle of
Sky-scapers, somewhere. It was dawn, when everything is still misty and
obscure and I was aware that the Sun was just about to rise. I was alone on
the street, as the City was still asleep and there was in the air a
distinctive seaside smell.
Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a greenish light emanating from a
little window, located at knee level in the thick concrete foundation wall
of one of these tall Scrapers and located at the far end of a narrow
Dead-End alley. So, I walked to the window and once there bending down, I
saw at eye level, through a portion of the window, where the dirty glass was
broken and missing, (lower left section) a familiar looking ball which was
radiating this magical green irradiant light. Then, observing carefully, I
came to realise that it was the Earth!! While the continents were dark, the
Water of the Oceans were generating this luminescence which was lighting
this dark cave.
Gradually, I began to be able to discern other forms in the the dark and
soon saw that the earth was tied to a gold chain attached to the North pole
and was going straight up in the cave of this large building. Then, I saw a
hand... a right hand, holding this Earth from above and pulling down on it,
against the chain, which was passing between the major and index finger of
this hand.
Then, I slowly began to see the person who was pulling down against the
chain.(This person was standing right up with the right arm right up too,
and was right under the Earth.) Stretching my neck, I looked down following
the bare right arm, which was covered by an ample sleeve, which would have
normally covered the whole arm, but in this position it had slipped and
covered only from the elbow downward to the shoulder.
I soon saw that he was wearing a white "Djelabah" type dress with a hood
covering his head, but still I could see his face from a poor angle... and
it seemed as if he was sleeping.
Actually, besides the angulation of his head, he was exactly in the position
of Helios in the Statue of Liberty in New-York City... and besides a few
little details such as the radiating torch in his right hand and the hood
over his face... he really looked like it.
Anyways, stretching my neck even further, in the hope of getting a better
look at his face, I leaned in the in the broken corner of the window. At
this point, I could see the lower rim of my left eye's orbit. Finally, I was
able to get a good look at his face and as soon as I did, I immediately
recognised him.
It was a shock. Rubbing my eyes, I looked twice or thrice just to make sure.
Still, I could not believe my eyes, but yet I had to face the facts and the
face... and reality. There was absolutely no doubt and to my utmost surprise
He was verily on all angles the Great Person known as Jesus of Nazareth. I
simply could not imagine such a scene like, and sincerely, it was the very
last thing that I could expect.
His head was in the familiar position as He is usually represented on the
Cross,... and His eyes were closed. For a while, I wondered if He was dead,
but yet, since He was holding on to the Earth, by His obvious will... He was
therefore well alive and at the most merely sleeping!!
Nevertheless, He was there, hanging on, in total resignation, as if His only
way out would be when someone would go in there... inside this cave of
materialism... where He was held prisonner... to break this Gold Chain of
Materialism... and thus release the Christ and free the World, at the same
time. ""One rock two birds!""
In my mind it was saying... "Help Him... Help Him... Help Him... Someone
Help Him!"
In a rush, I felt a strong urge rising into me. I sincerely wanted to help
Him... I personnaly wished to help the Christ... give Him a hand... give Him
a break... but did not know how to get in.
Suddenly, my soul, in the flash of an instant, transmigrated in the head of
the spiritual Holy Ghost body of Jesus. I transfigured with Him, from my own
present ghost body, my soul transmigrated into His Holy Ghost body... (which
just happens to simply be another ghost body of a previous life of the same
unique immortal soul! )
And then, the Earth held in my right hand got brighter and brighter and its
lighting effect spreaded to my whole body which also began to radiate a
strong luminescence and soon the whole City at my feet was totally
illuminated... and then gradually the Eastern States were brightly
enlightened and then the whole North-American Continent... and soon the
whole World was in the Light." (End)
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Wow! what a most revealing Transfiguration dream with
the Holy Ghost of my Spiritual Father!
"He shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the
Lord shall prosper in his hand. He shall see the travail of his soul and
shall be satisfied....." (Isaiah 53,11)
"I am the Light of the World. Whoever follows me will never walk in
darkness, but will have the light of life." (John 8,12)
"You bed-wetter, my father's dreams would have shown me
my heritage...nobody can be anybody else; nobody else
can be what I am - nobody but me!"
Now let's see if anyone has any intellect around here who can
put one and one together?
"I and the Father are One." (John 10,30)
Why don't you investigate these truthfull words... and the
dreams and everything else for your own eternal sake?
"If anyone is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous
and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him
when he comes in his Father's glory with the Holy Angels!"
(Mark 8,36... Luke 9,26)
Better be safe than sorry.
"For just as the Father raises the Deads and gives them life,
even so the Son gives life to whom he is pleased to give it."
(John 5,21)
"Do not be amazed at this, for a time is coming when all who
are in their graves will hear his voice and come out..."
(John 5,28-29)
Because he is... "The First Born from the Dead!!" (Revelation 1,5)
"Adam... his soul passed by transmigration into David... his soul
transmigrated into the Messiah." (The Talmud, extract from Hershon's
"Treasures of the Talmud" p.242).
"And He said, " Hear now my words: If there be a prophet among
you, I, the Lord, will make Myself known to him in a vision, and
will speak unto him in a dream."
(Words of the Lord of the Universe, Himself in Numbers 12.6)
And as a little advice, keep on praising idiots like Carl Jung,
and keep disregarding your dreams and keep on doing the contrary
of what they tell you to do and keep worshipping your bank accounts
... keep on pissing on the Holy Scriptures and even better dare to
claim, in total ignorance, that God who created the whole
Universe, including each and everyone of you, does not exist...
and just watch what will be your final and well deserved reward
and doom!
"Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but who cannot
kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the one who can destroy
both soul and body in Hell." (Matthew 10,28)
Would you like me to make a little prophecy...
"You're all gonna die... one day or another." :)
... and how about if I ask you a little question?
What is most precious to you... a few ephemeral years
on Earth or eternal life in Heaven?"
Thank you,
Dr. Deus
