A KING AND ME

A KING AND ME

I dreamed one time of seeing a KING in a palace. He was alone in small room. 

He was like not in his right mind. He staggered around in a small space, his eyes were closed. It was like he's sleep walking, almost bumping into things around him.

I arrived and I saw him from a distance. 

I saw many people who sat on brown long chairs like in the church. The King was very tall. I went to him, I was like a small person under his waist only.

I noticed his pitiful situation. It's like he's under a dark spell. He has a blonde thin hair and a thin body.

I went closer to the king. It was like I was flying like a SPIRIT going towards his face, his ears. I whispered in a very soft soothing voice, like an angel, I told him, "WAKE UP. YOU ARE ONLY DREAMING."

And the king was awakened by my soft whisper. It seemed I had the power to awaken his deep illusion.

He opened his eyes and sat down, leaning his back on the wall. He came to his senses and then he put his two hands on his head, holding it with both hands. He felt joy and grateful to the one who awakened him up. I hugged him, embracing him, while he sat there leaning on the wall.

Then, I went out and sat among his people. A program will start. I saw many white people in there. I woke up from that dream and I heard the conversation of the male voices.

One of the male said, "I forgot myself." He replied sadly.

"Fix yourself!" The Lord said.

"Yes. I'll fix myself." He replied.

I went online and saw the profile of a Russian President, Vladimir Putin. 

I saw his pictures at his young adult age. It was similar to that image I saw in my dream.

And it was not only once, I saw him again in my dream the other time. I saw him alone from afar, he was like abandoned in a vast ocean. He was surrounded by darkness, and he was very sad. 

September 17, 2022 Saturday 5:44pm