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Danjummai
Posted 9/25/2006 2:17 PM (#946 - in reply to #703)
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Jesus In Heaven
15-8-2000
I was with Jesus in the upper pedestal. We warmly shook hands. He was standing by the gate of a series of mansions. I was hungry and so asked whether denizens there had had their lunch. “They just had their breakfast. Their lunch will be sometime ahead,” he told me. We entered one of the most luminous of the mansions. He was leading the way. We ascended a flight of stairs. At every floor people praised him and he in turn introduced me and the people then praised us together until we passed. We reached the last floor and were met by the largest crowd in our praise. There were many beggars among the crowd. One of them came by me and begged. “I do not have something to give on my own,” I said and followed the trail of Jesus who was leading the way. He said nothing and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 9/25/2006 2:19 PM (#947 - in reply to #703)
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Jesus Arrested
28-8-2000
Suffocation and resentment weighed heavy in the mood of my sleep. I saw roman soldiers came to carry Jesus away. Two of the soldiers were dragging him towards the palace. One of the soldiers slapped him but Jesus maintained his cool. He just followed them as they dragged him. They were coming towards me. My heart began to seriously pound. When they came by me, Jesus cast his gaze on mine, smiled and went past in a renewed confidence than I had seen. I awoke.
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Posted 9/28/2006 8:03 AM (#961 - in reply to #703)
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FETISH JUNK
29-8-05
We walked with a friend to visit Binta. We came to her home and went in. There was nobody in sight. I kept my kit and asked my friend to wait. I went inside and surprisingly found it buzzing with life. My friend Binta had a boarding school. I found pupils in preparation for light-out. I came to one of the pupils and asked where Binta was. “I recognize you. You used to visit her before. Our mistress is still virgin. Why do you think she put the white veil between us and her bedroom? Because she realized that some of us used to peep. She will lay naked when all was asleep and bring out her long snake and knife. She’ll cuddle the snake between her legs until the snake’s head had gotten swollen then placed she her long knife atop her belly and rested her head on the head of the snake.” I entered Binta’s bedroom wherein I found ritual posters sticked all around the wall. “There is the speaker,” the pupil pointed to a man in the poster holding a long knife above the head of Binta bowed before him naked. “They are chieftains of the riverside region of Nigeria.” I watched their dark costumes in silence. “Where does she keep her snake?” I asked. “There, in the basket,” he answered. I looked round the room, taking note of all the junk that were heaped around the room. I pitied my friend. I wondered why the free-mind will choose to sell its self to these pieces of junk, I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 10/1/2006 8:24 AM (#980 - in reply to #703)
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THE BANQUET
I saw I was sleeping and in the sleep was a beautiful American woman with well-tended hair the color of gold. The feeling was that she was a celebrity newly emerged from the series of American stars. I was her husband and was seated by her at the banquet of her success. What would people say of me? May be the husband at the mercy of his wife. I felt sad and discontented. But another thought replaced the first. Let them say. You have nothing to loose. You just go ahead and wear the ID and be accepted everywhere you went. This was not a happy marriage. There was this cold feeling at the table we sat. At the rare intervals when her supporters and family members were not whispering encomiums to her we sat in silence fidgeting with our fingers without a thread to catch. She looked unhappy too. Her exposure and commitment to her career was everything to her. On the other hand she missed my love and company. On my side I was envious. I wished I was her, perhaps in fulfillment of that paternal arrangement. "A man is upright pertaining women." I felt very much uncomfortable. I stood up, checked the ID on my breast pocket and telepathically excused myself from her and went to the men’s room. From there I watched a very charismatic bearded personality came and sat with my wife where I was seated. He embraced her, cupping with his palms her large breasts. She was relaxed and relieved. “Make peace with your husband. Let there be peace in your family,” he whispered into her ear and I awoke.
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Posted 10/5/2006 4:14 PM (#996 - in reply to #703)
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WAKING THE TRUE SELF
23-11-01
I was in Aron’s place. I was seated with others. A lady next to me was drawing my attention. I felt I knew her. “Who’s this I am seeing? Didn’t I know you somewhere?" She asked. “Yes, you look very much familiar. What’s your business here?" I asked. “I am on my way to a village to collect my forgotten gown. Don’t tell me! We were there with you. You remember my beautiful blue dress. The one that I wore last time we met? It is the one that I forgot and am on my way back to collect". I came out and met a friend and together we went to a coffee shop owned by a friend. We were brought cigarettes of a brand called Super Kings. When we began to smoke I saw myself at home. My mum had brought my school result. “Your grades are low. What happened?” She queried. “It could be because I had less time to read my books,” I said. “That's rightly so. Your true self is asleep and you are unable to wake it up?!” She sadly said and I awoke.
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Posted 10/5/2006 4:17 PM (#997 - in reply to #703)
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SINKING SHIP
24-11-01
I was in a ship. The large chunk of the ship was sinking in the middle of a sea. I was standing on the deck and gazing out at nothing in particular. Then appeared a woman beside me. “We are nearly sunk. What do we do?” She asked. This brought me back to the reality at hand. I remembered we were in a ship which collided with another in an accident that claimed many lives and left a few survivors who had been rushed away to safety by a rescue team. We were the only ones left. I was afraid to jump. “We’ll wait for the ship to completely touch water then we swim,” I said. We waited, and when the ship had completely sank we swam across to a far away shore which I had the impression was New York. There we had a beautiful mansion at the end of a road. I locked the gate after my wife and we went into our sitting room. My wife went into our bedroom and I awoke.
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Posted 10/11/2006 3:26 PM (#1008 - in reply to #703)
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CALL MY NAME
I was among pilgrims going somewhere. We came upon a church that had a large congregation. The surrounding was very much familiar to me. I pushed through an enchanted crowd to pass to my destination. A woman from the parish stopped me, went into a house and brought me a gift. She pleaded with me to stop by on my way returning. I collected the gift and promised to come back that way. I went to the pastor of the church and we greeted before I left. I trekked through an exceptionally urbanized city. It was night. I came upon a gate that was opened. The place was dark. I passed through the darkness to where was highly illuminated. I climbed some ancient steps and opened a door to an achieve where I met the custodians waiting. They said nothing and I went into a reading room. I sat and was thinking what I was doing when came in the custodians to give me the key. They kept the key on the table before me and went out. A white paper and a golden pen appeared before me. On the paper I found a coupon to fill. When I took the pen and placed on the paper to write, it just began to write on its own. When the writing had stopped, I realized I had filled my names and personal information which disappeared after I had written. I came out, locked the door and took the key back to the custodians who were waiting outside. I gave them the key and went on my way. As I reached the part of the spacious compound where there was no light, I felt someone coming close to me. When my eyes had became used to the darkness I saw an enhanced human being coming. The giant fell in line besides me and said, “There are three of us guarding this place. There is one up there by the right window. The second is there by the left window. I am the most senior. I am stationed here in the compound. Do not be afraid. Any time you want to pay a visit just call my name and you will be here.” He reached me to the gate and I crossed a wide culvert and began my journey back. I found the landscape outside had changed and become very complicated. I began wondering whether I could trace the way back home. I just wandered, letting my mind lead on. I found a mini radio-receiver in my hand. It was tuned onto an FM station which was playing a tune of Boney M’s: “Mary born child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas Day,” was singing. I walked listening to this music in that late hour of the night. Then suddenly there was a youth following me from behind. He was in such a haste that he reached me in no time. We walked in silence and when we reached the market place by the church that I passed earlier, I found I was all alone. I went past the church to where I promised the strange woman that gave me a present. Before I could ask some youths seated by the desolate market, I saw her staring at me. She quickly went into her house again to bring me another gift. I sat with the youths on the bench to wait and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 10/12/2006 3:45 PM (#1014 - in reply to #703)
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MAN OR MATRIX?
14-1-01
I was into a data bank. I was witnessing an experiment wherein the mind was to be bugged and controlled by a computer program. There was a white man seated on a chair and asleep. The two specialists were working on their devices. They put on the man’s head a kind of head gear. An injection which I felt was to register his IQ on the system was administered him. Soon we watched a personality in the monitor standing before money bags. “He’s loaded,” one of the specialists said. “It now depends on whether the program that will run him will hold,” he added, pointing with his cursor to the little man on display. The other programmer dwelt on his key board, punching at length. When finished, he sat back and together we all waited. The screen turned black, words began running, later numbers. At last a web page opened and on display was the question: Which is First: "Man or Matrix?” I awoke.

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Posted 10/12/2006 3:50 PM (#1015 - in reply to #703)
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MAN
24-3-06
I was watching a beautiful woman in a video-rental shop. She wore a brownish Indian costume. She was holding three video cassettes. I zoomed in on the tittles of the cassettes. The first one was blank. The middle one was titled: “MAN.” The last one was blank. I awoke.
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Posted 10/14/2006 4:53 PM (#1029 - in reply to #703)
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ALI AND GOD
25-12-90
We were at a worshiping place. We passed people with black turbans to reach to their leader whom we found seated with one of his favorite students. I sat with them. Then I saw Ali seated and speaking with God. “So God you will take leave of me iii-iii and be with the Umayyad iii-iii?” Ali asked. “Yes, because I will be iii-iii with you in Paradise.” Then I found myself sleeping and dreaming in the presence of a renowned Shiite clergy and one of his students. In my dream I was reading a sacred book and the clergy brought out three blue pens. He gave me one and gave one to his student. The third he kept to himself. While appreciating my pen I found that it was more bluish than the rest. I awoke.

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Posted 10/14/2006 4:56 PM (#1030 - in reply to #703)
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FATIMAH
4-1-2001
I was strolling. I walked past an old graveyard and at a bend saw a pretty lady in brown veil. She hurriedly went passed me. I followed her but my steps were heavy. I dragged on in difficulty until I caught up with her: “Fatimah, wait so that we greet. I know that you are in a haste to reach home but it will be difficult or impossible for me to meet you there,” I said. There were a few meters between us. “Come on, our visitor, I know you will be leaving tomorrow, you will meet me at home!” She said and continued to walk. I laboriously followed until I met up with her, she said: “I swear by God I am not human.” I said: “You need not swear. I am also like you now that I joined you.” I awoke.

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Posted 10/16/2006 4:40 PM (#1051 - in reply to #703)
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THUNDER
16-10-06
I saw a storm without rain. There was an uproarious thunder that uprooted one of the guava trees in my compound. I heard another thunder and saw the second guava stroked down in front of me. There was no rain and even if there was will there be the rain of oranges and mangoes? Even if there was, will guava trees produce other than its fruits? I hid my surprise and brought out a bucket and began gathering, with my neighbours, what I could of the bounty. Aaron came in a little later and surveyed the fallen trees of our compound and the fruits on the ground. “What did this?” He asked. "Thunder! It is the spark of electricity of the heavens which sometimes peeps into our world to hit those that have no art-rods. Art-rods are meant to neutralize electric discharge from heaven. You have not studied science, you would have known about all these things,” I said. He said, “I did not study science but yet I can see this great wonder of thunder which turns fruits of guava into those of oranges and mangoes.” I awoke.
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Posted 10/19/2006 7:43 AM (#1073 - in reply to #703)
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THUNDER IS MY VOICE
7-9-05
It was the morning of Friday. I went into my wife’s room. My relationship with my wife had soured lately. Fatimah our first child was the only link between our two worlds. Fatimah was awake early as usual. I looked at her innocent face which was rubbed a white powder. She saw me and excitedly began making moves to come to me. I looked at her in deep contemplation and went into my room where to my utter amazement met God. “Ya Muhammad. You are suffering but very soon you’ll come to rest.” He said. I checked my watch and found it was past 1:00pm. People had begun getting ready for the Friday prayer. I went out to my friends and told them the good news. One said: “How could He have spoken to you when He said: ‘Thunder is my voice.' I replied: “Thunder comes through the heavens and so He spoke like in the Scripts.” I had the Qur’an before me and was reading this verse: …”And praises Thunder with His glory and Angels from His fear. He sends Thunder-bolts to strike whomsoever He pleases. And yet they dispute about God (Qur’an 13:13.). I awoke.
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Aquarius
Posted 10/19/2006 8:35 AM (#1074 - in reply to #703)
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It is hardly surprising that our human relationship frequently turn out to be disappointing. The love relationship everybody is looking for and the soul mate we all yearn for is not to be found within another human being, but within ourselves – with our own inner lover. Everything lies within! Only through the process of integrating and becoming one again with this part can the deep inner wound, which we all carry within, be healed, which means to be whole. This wound was caused by detaching ourselves from our God Self, our true and eternal lover, once upon a time, a long, long time ago. And it does not make one bit of difference what name you care to choose for It. ‘Call me by any name and I shall be there’ that is the Divine promise that has always been with us. God is in us and we are in God; we truly are one and always have been. It was our earthly mind that created the illusion of separateness, but as we attune ourselves ever more to the Highest Mind, we come home into the awareness of our oneness with all life.

With love and light,

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Danjummai
Posted 10/24/2006 11:17 AM (#1097 - in reply to #703)
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ADOLF HITLER
31-12-04
I was watching Hitler and his scientist speak. The scientist said: “I know all your tricks. I am now the wisest. I am leaving and will stand to see who’ll stop me!” He turned to depart. “I made you what you are from nothing! I will crush anyone that dares leave me!.” Hitler said. The scientist paid no attention. He walked out slamming the door to Hitler’s face. As soon as he walked out he turned into a cobra and headed into the desert. Hitler was mad. He turned into a giant serpent, big as an armored tank and chased after his fleeing scientist. He caught up with him in a desert in no time. I watched the armored vehicle race after the small cobra and flattened it on the ground. Hitler appeared from behind his snake skin to inspect the remains of the cobra. He peeled its skin and took out money underneath. “He wont be needing it where he went,” he said and I awoke.
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Posted 10/24/2006 11:21 AM (#1098 - in reply to #703)
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MOHANDAS KARAMCHAND GANDHI
28-7-05
There was only a hand and a key opening the lock of a post office box. It was what looked like India. My impression was that the hand was that of a man, an old man known for how he humbly lived in this world all to himself. He collected his mail, locked the box and went past me with a man holding an umbrella for him. Then I saw an office he was to visit in Nigeria. I watched him come to meet with government officials and at last the Nigerian top-man. He was shown places before the meeting with the Nigerian top-man. I had metamorphosed into him and he into me that when he was ushered in I was. I sat with the Nigerian top-man and was thinking thus: “They are trying to impress me with wealth but how much wealth and kingdoms have I not tasted?” I queried and awoke.
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Posted 10/25/2006 11:09 AM (#1102 - in reply to #703)
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Coming across the juxtaposition of Gandhi and Hitler in your two postings, Danjummai, the thought struck me how reassuring it is to know that the most recent lifetime of both those souls – the same as everybody else’s – has been but one of many. It is good to know that both men, each in their own way, will get opportunities for redeeming the Karma they created, during the lifetime we are familiar with. To take on that kind of Karma, both must have been old, i.e. experienced souls, similar to Judas Iscariot in that lifetime two thousand years ago, when he carried that name.
Our understanding of such spiritual concepts is being given to us to help us put everything in this life into perspective and it is the reason why we are being told: ‘Never judge another; you don’t know their Karma.’ As nothing exists outside the will of God, they too came with Its help and by Its will. Why? So that through them our world could be taught certain lessons; it also drives home the importance of saying: ‘Thy will be done, not mine.’
When used in this way, our spiritual knowledge truly is liberating. It is also very necessary, because only through a better understanding of the past shall we ever be able to find the forgiveness for ourselves and each other that is required from us in the here and now, and that for everything that ever has been in our world, and still is. Such understanding alone can lead to the blessing and healing of our own soul and that of our world, so that from it there may grow a brighter and clearer future, the promised Age of peace and harmony, of plenty for all – the Age of Aquarius.

 
With Love and Light,
Aquarius

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Danjummai
Posted 10/26/2006 3:10 PM (#1112 - in reply to #703)
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BILL CLINTON
14-3-03
It was the meeting of souls; those arrived and those yet to be. It was a higher region and impression was that it was the United States of America, in what looked like the senate floor. Seats on the top and ground floor were beautifully illuminated. Souls of light await the coming of their leader. Soon the leader came with his convoy of light. His light was more luminous. I zoomed in from where I sat to see who he was and to my amazement saw Bill Clinton. The session was brief, no words were said and on his way out, the light that looked like Bill Clinton set eyes on me until I awoke.
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Posted 11/2/2006 11:40 AM (#1142 - in reply to #703)
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WE ARE CONNECTED
7-12-04
We were young and at home having fun with friends comprising males and females. Then I was grown up and was witnessing one of the most dramatic episodes of life. People were all gathered and headed toward a single direction which was westwards. There was a halt every second of the journey for death to take its toll. There was terror every time that death had stroke. I watched marchers try to suppress their fears and pretend to be in control. They yank out money from their pockets and throw it on the ground as if that will scare away death. It came to point where it was as if I was emerged from a grave - a mass graveyard at the back of a town. I came upon a market walking with a friend. An attractive woman passed by us and went into a stall, and then a handsome youth followed. “Do you see that woman,” my friend said. “She is the mother of that youth that is going his way.” I looked at the young lady and the marching youth and marveled at the thought that she was the youth’s mother. We followed the direction of the youth. My friend said, “Everything you see in life is like that.” My friend left and I was alone going home. The woman we saw at the market bumped into me in such a way that I was mad with anger. I caught hold of her hand and began dragging her to where I was going. “Forgiveness! Forgiveness! Forgiveness! You are not the only one in the compound! For this you must learn to forgive wrongs done you,” she said. “If I am to quote your own words, you said before now that Evil dies away and God lives forever,” she further said and I awoke.
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Posted 11/4/2006 12:55 PM (#1152 - in reply to #703)
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When you have these vision, Danjummai, do you bear in mind that our subconscious is always trying to tell us something through our dreams? Do you ever analyse any of your visions in that way? And if you do, how about sharing some of your insights with us? Love - Aquarius

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Posted 11/4/2006 3:44 PM (#1154 - in reply to #703)
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THE NIGHT VISITANT
6-11-01
I dreamt I was sleeping and dreaming of the recitation of the Qur'anic chapter The Night Visitant in the voice of the famous Aliyu Jabir who reads:

"In the name of Allah
The beneficent
The merciful

By the sky and Night Visitant
And what will explain the Night Visitant?
The Star of piercing brightness
Every Soul has a Guardian

Mankind look into what is created
Created from a drop of water
Coming from between backbone and ribs
He (The Creator) is able to resurrect
The Day that codes are put to test
No power has he (The Creature) and no helper

By the Sky of returning (of souls)
And Earth that puts out ( the etheric body)
Behold this is discourse that distinguishes
And not (solely) for amusement
They are plotting and I am plotting
Grant delay to disbelievers
Give respite to them (as I do) gently."

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Posted 11/6/2006 3:58 PM (#1158 - in reply to #703)
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ONE AND ONLY
18-7-05
“Jesus is our Savior. He died on the cross as atonement for our sins. Whoever believe in Christ will have an everlasting life,” the friendly pastor was saying to us in the midst of some other friends. We listened on as the youthful new comer preached in the manner quite peculiar to all religious bigots. “It is only through Christ that salvation can be attained,” continued he. This made me loose patience and was prompted to say: “God is salvation not Man. The Problem with you is that you believe that the God you know is the only God through which guidance can be got – the Zoroastrians, Buddhists, Christians, Muslims and the rest. But the truth is that God is one. In whichever name He is called and worshiped, He still remain the one and only sustainer of our worlds.” The expression on the faces of my friends showed neither belief nor disbelief. I awoke.
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Posted 11/7/2006 8:30 AM (#1160 - in reply to #703)
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ORIGINAL SIN
21-6-05
I was with my wife in our room. I bought us some oranges. My wife brought out a knife, picked one orange and cut it into four halves. She took one and left the rest. I awoke.
ANOTHER
I was with two friends. We were eating a meal when one of our friends said: “Some men are controlled by their women. One of our friends took wind of this statement and went out in annoyance. Then the three of us were later joined at a market place. The same provoker said again: “In criminology, two out of every ten crimes are committed by women. This not because women are the only criminal minded but because they are better criminals than the men. In authentic history, womanhood was first to take the forbidden fruit. When Satan, the snake, tempted Eve with the fruit of wisdom and knowledge of all things and she took in, what did she say to Adam her love? Nothing! She just suppressed him into silence. Moreover, she did not eat the fruit in hiding. She made sure he will see her eating the fruit and knew that he will be dumbfounded by her waywardness. He was bewitched, and because she had the power of conviction, when he awoke she was able to convince him of the harmlessness of the forbidden fruit and then he, not only conceded but practically joined in the act. So you see, woman is the origin. However, I am not saying Eve is the only one in the Holy Act. There are Two Acts: that of Commission and Omission, you know. We are all sinners in this light - the Eve part of us, for being the origin, the Adam part of us for its willful excesses In other words, all of us, Adam, Eve and the Snake, did nothing on our own. This is so in the Book of Wisdom. We have a Host who gave us the ground. We are just Actors in the drama written to us by His Majesty.” When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was standing alone. The speaker and the other had left. The market place we were standing in was also deserted.
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Posted 11/8/2006 11:10 AM (#1163 - in reply to #703)
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CONFLICT FOR DEVELOPMENT
22-7-05
It appeared to be a paranormal phenomenon. A luminous light had appeared on the sky. Our position was the Western hemisphere. There was fear. People were running here and there for safety which was nowhere in sight. We fled eastwards together with an elder who led the way. We were flying above marshes, a wilderness then the jungle of Africa and this within the twinkle of an eye. I saw us flying above Nigeria like a fast moving cloud. “A one time governor in the north is meeting with the northern caucus to seek their support for his reelection,” the old man said. “I think it is a good thing to have something positive going,” I said. We were soon into Saudi Arabia and some pamphlets appeared in the hand of the elder who began distributing to people everywhere we went. He gave some to me and I found them to be WAHABI literature. We went on and at an interval appeared a new collection in his hand and he continued to give people like the first. He gave me some and I found them to be TARIQA (Sufi) literature. I was surprised as to why the elder was propagating two very contrasting and conflicting schools of thought at the same time. “Which among the sects do you belong to?” He asked. “I do not belong to any particular school of thought. I read any literature that I can lay my hand on and let my mind decide which way to go,” I said. “We set you APART for your development," he said and I awoke.

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Posted 11/8/2006 11:14 AM (#1164 - in reply to #703)
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KING SOLOMON
12-7-05
I was explaining some verses of the Holy Qur’an to an intimate friend in a zestful spirit. “The Power of King Solomon is such that a youth I know is using in this age. The youth unknown to many is King Solomon in disguise. This is called reincarnation, a knowledge known by only a few,” I said to my friend. “Where is it said in the scripture?” He asked. The Scripture was right there before us and I was following the verses with my finger for him to see. Then found myself coming home. I passed by some old scholars disputing about a matter. I passed by an old man who died and was back. I awoke.
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