few months ago, on a trip to the Buddhist Temple Panillo (which I was like a true foreigner), during a conversation with one of its members (which I kept in so autism, since my these issues as not, perhaps because of ignorance, but I respect) I was surprised to hear a phrase, they told the person who accompanied me, "You're very lucky to be with her" . At that time I said nothing, out of respect, but more later joked about it, as this energy and may not enter into my schemes.
Why I am telling you this? Simply because I think I remember this phrase has led to have, tonight, the worst nightmare I've had in my life.
It was a sort of "" medium "? "" Witch "?, Who had come to a party that had organized, but that did not address me with things like" should have come last week but something held me back, to see you've known that you were the reason " .
While the vast majority of people present, were within the "" game "? "" Session "? (Is that I am placing on this issue but I guess I understand) I went to my ball, despite the insistence of his hand, to participate.
"In the last" experiment "? (And just get things finished once) I have participated, getting the worst result that could be achieved. At the end and see my reflection aparecía, junto a mí, la imagen de mi madre diciéndome “Estoy bien” , en ese instante sabía, con toda seguridad, que mi madre había fallecido y aquella “medium” me dedicaba unas palabras (que prefiero no recordar)
Me he despertado con una sensación de haber vivido esa experiencia, de que todo era verdad, no he podido contener las lágrimas durante horas y, además, tenía miedo de volver a dormir, por si me despertaba una llamada dándome la noticia.
Supongo que os cuento esto porque una vez me dijeron que un sueño que se cuenta ya no se cumple… for that, there it is.
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