Prophecy

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To our readers-


Please be open minded when you read this article.

I don't often speak of my dreams, and why should I? Most dreams are personal, only meant for the dreamer.
But something happened to me a few years ago.
This is my story of my dream;

In my dream, I was pregnant, in fact, I was SO pregnant, that the baby inside of me was kicking, bouncing around, that I could see my abdomen stretch, as if it was accomodating the odd elbow, knee, bottom of the baby.This all happened ABOVE my navel.In the midriff area.

Next thing, I am standing before my real life Doctor, who is a gynaecologist,obstetrician.

He looks at me and says; 'There IS no baby".
I remember in my dream, feeling the baby doing somersaults, I even placed my hand on my stomach and FELT the unborn. but now, I looked at my Doctor in total disbelief.

Then I woke up.I felt confused, but I soon forgot the dream.

Around 9am, I got a call from my brother. He told me his daughter had just given birth to a 10lb. baby boy and they were both in the best of health.
I said my prayer of thanks to God, and set about my business of the day.
Then, I remembered my dream. I dismissed what my Doctor had said to me, thinking logically; I'm TOO OLD TO HAVE A BABY;Duh!

20 months later, my niece is now 7 months pregnant with her 2nd child.
Her mother is dying of cancer.So she spends every waking moment with her precious grandson.
She passed on.

One day, my niece is involved in a car crash, a rollover,on a busy highway, her back tyre blew.

She loses her firstborn.
The one I had dreamt of.
I had never seen this child, as we live in another country.

My Doctor is Chinese.

My niece's husband is also from China.

Since then, my niece has given birth to her 2nd son, but she has never gotten over the death of her firstborn.
She used to work with the elderly, as a physical therapist.
Recently, she was offered the opportunity to work with Autistic children,she accepted the position, and she is enjoying the challenge, loves the children.

One day, her brother gave her a book written by James Van Praagh, a psychic Medium. She read the book. She then heard him on a Radio Station, so she rang the station over a dozen times. Finally, she got through.She had to wait a further 45 minutes before she was actually talking to the Medium. He described her home with such accuracy,an upstairs room, where one window could not be opened.Opposite that, was a collage on a wall. A blue chair in the corner of the room, a book overflowing with papers, and then he said he saw cars.My niece explained her son was watching the TV Car Movie. No, said James, lots of cars.

She has a window in the upstairs room that could never be opened. But she wanted to keep it, as her first son's fingerprints are on the glass.
A collage on the wall are photos of her late mother and her son. A blue chair is positioned in the corner of the room where both parents sit when they have had a bad day. The book overflowing is right there,holding all of the funeral papers from her son. The cars, of course, were the reason her son died.

Please reflect on this story as you will.

There are many mysteries in this life that I cannot answer,but I have given you an accurate account of all the details which I have experienced.

Many thanks for your time in reading this article.

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