I entered an area meant only for “the one” — but I entered it flawlessly and confidently — and I knew that I knew that I knew that I was meant for this.
There was no question, no hesitation — it was like I was connected to divine knowledge, and that I was taking my place to enter here, because I was engulfed with pure and *absolute* humility. I was clean (this is the best way I can describe it). I was omniscient, for this moment.
People appeared, who were close, but still on their journey. Jesus Christ appeared — and I knew that he was appearing — but just before he was about to, I prepared myself to flow all of my being towards him, as if I had been waiting for this moment for eternity. In a flash of light he appeared for only a split second, then disappeared, as if to say he is still with me — and I knew he left because my purpose was not yet accomplished. This is where my dream ends.