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" **************************** 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 ================= 1- Nurse in the Civil War message Author:AIorio1311authorprofile from DejaVu News. Email:[EMAIL PROTECTED]:1998/08/31Forums:alt.paranormal.reincarnation view for bookmarking ˇ text only ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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? ====================== 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!" ******************* 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: --- * ------- = --------------------- 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! ********************* 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 =========================== 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!" ********************* 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 Visit The Hacker's Bookshelf at http://hypermetrics.com/bookshelf -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ ================== "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!" ********************* 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. ========================= 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 -------------------------- "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!" *********************** 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 ====================== 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.) ************************ 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. ------------------------------ "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!" *********************** 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 ======================= "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.) ************************* 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! ==================== "Nobody can be anybody else; nobody else can be the reincarnation of Torstensson - nobody but Goran Frilund who also had this dream!" ********************* 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) ======================== 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