Reality dictates that while visions are comprised of dreams, dreams are not visions. Dreams are flights of fancy. Visions are directives. To my way of thinking, vision is becoming -- you dream of possibility and you seek to put it into action. Dreams are drifts of the imagination , as if one imaginary clouds in the sky. Visions are scripted efforts to effect change. They occur personally and organizationally.
Entrepreneurs are those who turn the dream into a plan -- a vision that they make real, either as a business, a process or something entirely new and different. I saw a strong beam of light, stronger than the sun. I covered my eyes. When I uncovered them, I looked and saw that doctors had come in, wearing surgical clothes. They rose out of the water. This was Thursday.
I couldn't see any surgical tools. Twelve people came in, men and women. One man came forward, not the old one who had come first, and he opened the buttons of my shirt and rubbed my chest and closed the buttons again. That was the operation. That was the climactic moment that led to his reversion to Islam, initially to become a Muslim preacher in the army, but later to return to the Sufi form of faith of his childhood. It appears to be an account of some kind of vision. He admits that it was late at night.
Perhaps he was hallucinating or experiencing visual disturbance as a result of heavy medication before he underwent an operation. The incident may have become magnified in his mind and increased in significance as he related it to others, including Hoffman. Why was it so important to tell the vision? The timing of the event was also critical, as it occurred on a Thursday night, a time to visit the graves of the saintly deceased when they might be expected to be present for those who were spiritually prepared to meet them.
This contemporary example shows the very great difficulty of establishing the reliability of these narratives. They may also be genuine and trustworthy, but that will be beyond our means to confirm.
Our investigation, therefore, begins with this word of caution. Back to Search Go to Page. Go Pages Front matter unlocked item Dedication. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. The Prophet as Model Visionary. Chapter 3. Scholars and Saints in the Path of the Prophet. Chapter 4. I do not communicate with angels in prayer but ask God to dispatch angels on my behalf.
I do not communicate with the dead because that is sin. I have some very interesting stories of miracles and trusting God for miracles in my current situation. I am named after one of the worlds greatest leaders and I am always achieving more than any one expected me to. My eyes are hazel and very different.
Blessings on blessings to you and your families. I think a great number of people like to believe they have the gift because the want to feel different and special. I believe very few have a natural ability. There has to be balance. I have two psychic abilities 1.
I am having visions or flashes of my past lives continuesly for 3 months every day or sometimes one vision per week like my first vision was when I was in 5th standard, I was on an island with a woman and It was an open candle light dinner, I was starting to eat and then the next thing I knew I was dead. There was another vision of me playing with a small girl in snow, it was a very small vision.
And many more visions or flashes. My friend can tell the future with their dreams, and now I think I can as well. A while after two of those dreams, my best friend Rachel told me the name Claire also sounds similar to the word Clairvoyant. Which means the ability to tell the future. Try a small exercice to enhance and control it. The key is practice, focus and belief — without overdoing of course. Iv predicted things happening around me through visions a few times and regularly in contact with my son telepathically.
The thing that effected me the most was stub king upon a murder victim on a walk one day and knowing instantly the full name of the killer. Which I later found put was true when she was convicted.
The body was hidden in a bin but I knew somehow what was inside. Same with me , i always wsrn people around. Can anyone help me? I am starting to see things and have dreams where I am not even myself but someone else like a past life? Sometimes they can be pleasant other times not. This is starting to get to the point where I feel like I am going to be admitted into a psychiatric hospital….
Clayconlon gmail. I have dreams that come true and sometimes it happens without me knowing it. Also sometimes I can feel what other people feel without me asking how they feel. Several years ago I was having a bad time just cried and begged for my mom that passed 20 years before. Next day family I had been taken from at that time called me out of the blue.
One night I kept hearing sound of someone crumpling plastic bag I just ignored it went back to sleep just as I started to drift off a female voice yelled my name. This is only some of it. Way to much to write. Since I was little ive been trying to figure things out most of this happens from a dream or very strong feeling.. So any help is awesome. Ill give you examples.
When I was about 6 maybe 7, I felt so sad like my heart was just ripped out of my chest when my mother picked me up from school…she said my uncle had just passed away. That following week a man came up to me and said remember me?
It was my grandmothers friend and a couple of days later he died. Recently I was out with my boyfriend I looked at him and he said whats wrong? I said man I feel like something bad is going to happen to the car, he said why would u say that? I duno just i feel heavy about it…the next day the cars transmission was no good. When I was 12, I had a dog named Lucky.
He was a small mixed breed, and I had been asking for a dog for a long time until my father gave in and we came home with him. Lucky and I grew together and, being my first dog, we were very connected. He was a very active and free-spirited dog. He would sleep by my bed at night and I always had me hand hanging off the side to be touching him. He also had a box of toys next to him to console his need to chew.
He was a very happy dog. One of my greatest joys was Lucky waiting for me to get home from school, but this day would stay with me through life.
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