Tales of the Unexpected, anyone?

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Originally Posted by Alisha

Once we were back home, my husband made a decision and stand that no matter what, he wanted to follow the path of the LORD [deleted].

We did not question GOD why my children was suffering instead we knew that they will be healed just like how I was and trusted the LORD.

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The dream was a call from the heavens above asking her to be ready to accept the LORD. Her children's lives were at stake and the sudden illness was the turning point. Her trust and faith in God and the trust in herself too saved the lives of her little boys. :P

Some may say that the dream was just an illusion and the children falling ill during the same period is a mere coincidence but for those who go thru’ these similar experiences will think otherwise - only they will understand. :lol:

Thanks Alisha for sharing your experience with us. :wink:

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SONU GOPI :wink:

I dont have a horror story or anything with me but just see these similarities between US presidents Abraham Lincoln(AL) and John Kennedy(JFK).

Elected to the House of Representatives
A.L in 1846
JFK in 1946.

Failed to win the vice presidential nomination
A.L in 1856
JFK in 1956.

Elected to the presidency
A.L in 1860
JFK in 1960

Lincoln defeated Stephen Douglas bor0n in 1813
Kennedy defeated Richard Nixon born in 1913.

John Wilkes Booth, the assassin of A.L, was born in 1839
Lee Harvey Oswald, the assassin of JFK was born in 1939.

Both presidents had vice presidents named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson served in the House of Representatives in 1847
Lyndon Johnson served in the House of Representatives in 1947.

In 1860 and 1960 both VP's were serving as Senators.

Andrew Johnson was older than Lincoln and was born in 1808
Lyndon Johnson, was older than Kennedy and was born in 1908

More SIMILARITIES

Both presidents won their respective elections with less than fifty-percent of the popular vote.
Each was concerned with the issue of civil rights.
Both presidents while in their thirties, married women in their early twenties.
Both wives suffered the death of a child while in the White House.
Lincoln and Kennedy repeatedly spoke of, and had dreams regarding, assassination attempts.
Each was subsequently warned by advisors not to attend the events that led to their death.
Lincoln and Kennedy were shot from behind, in the head.
They were killed on a Friday, and in the presence of their wives.
The assassins, Booth and Oswald, were southerners who favored unpopular ideas.
Booth shot Lincoln in a theater and was captured in a barn, a warehouse. Oswald allegedly shot Kennedy from a warehouse, the depository, and was arrested at a theater.
Lincoln was killed in Ford's Theater, Kennedy was killed in a Ford automobile; a Lincoln.
Both Booth and Oswald were killed before going to trail. The popular belief is that the two presidential tragedies were conspiracies with subsequent governmental cover up.
The names Lincoln and Kennedy contain seven letters.
The names Stephen and Richard, their political opponents have seven letters each.
The name Johnson contains seven letters.
The fathers of the presidents, Thomas and Joseph respectively, each have six letters.
The names Andrew Johnson and Lyndon Johnson each contain 13 letters, as do the names of their wives, Eliza McCardle and Claudia Taylor.
The names John Wilkes booth and Lee Harvey Oswald both total 15 letters.

Thanks Sandeep - very strange but very informative! :lol:

What a coincidence! Wonder why so many similarities? :roll: :roll: There ought to be a reason! :o

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SONU GOPI :lol: :lol:

Sandeep I have heard about this earlier but didnt have the details regarding the vice presidents.Thanks.

Once I had a dream of attending the funeral service of my friend Liza’s son who happens to be my neighbour as well. She was staying about 5 doors away from mine. It was the funeral of her 9-year son. They are Muslims. Her house was crowded with her uncles, aunts, relatives and friends who have gathered in her house since morning (I was told).

I too was present at the funeral and I saw this elderly Arabic man heading towards me. He started speaking in a tongue that I do not seem to understand but I could somehow get his message and hear every word he said across. I was not able to open my mouth neither am I able to ask him any questions except hear him speak only. He was of an average height, much shorter than me. He was wearing a long white robe (like the ones used by a priest in a church) with a white rope like belt around his waist. He was holding the holy Koran in one hand and the rosary in the other. He was using a white turban like headgear with one end flowing down till his left shoulders. He was tanned and was sporting a scanty beard.

He was telling me that the young lad died of cancer of the knee and that there was nothing they (doctors) could do for him. It seems it was time for him to leave this materialistic world. After saying this to me he just walked away towards the main gate and just disappeared. Later I saw the dark green coloured portable Muslim coffin with some Arabic words written in white at both the sides. I saw his (Liza's son) body wrapped in white cloth being placed in this specially designed coffin, which was later, draped with a piece of cloth with the picture of Ka’aba embossed. I saw the pallbearers carrying the coffin and chanting holy verses from the Koran.

I struggled and managed to get up sweating with fright and glad that it was only a dream. I saw my husband and children fast asleep. The timepiece showed 2.45 am. I was very thirsty but scared to go to the kitchen alone. I had no choice but to wake my husband. I told him that I had a bad dream and I needed water and whether he could accompany me to the kitchen, which was quite a long away from the bedroom. He said he would get me the water instead. After taking the drink (I gulped it down like as though I have not seen water for months) I told him of the dream and that whether I shd tell about it to my Liza. He said it was only a dream and it is not wise to inform her as she might get very upset. He also said it might strain our friendship as some ppl might get very sensitive about this sort of things. I told him I will go to her place the next day to see if everything was fine but promised I won’t breathe a word to her.

The following day on my way back home from work I stopped by at her place but noticed that the door was locked. I asked her immediate neighbour enquiring about her whereabouts. They told me that she has been going to Singapore (her mum’s place) very frequently but do not know the reason. They feel someone was not well but don’t know who it was. I told them to inform me if she comes, as I wanted to see her for I have not seen her for a long time. I thanked them and went back home. I was restless for a few days after which I completely forgot all about it.

A few weeks after that dream I noticed (I was on leave that day) there were many cars parked in front of her house and I saw many ppl walking in and out of the house. The Malay ladies were using their scarves to cover their heads while the men too covered their heads with scarves or the special Muslim skullcap. I was curious so I walked over and I saw that the atmosphere was very solemn. I was quite doubtful (my hearting beating fast) and I asked the first person I met as to what the matter was. She told me that Liza’s son had passed away the previous night in Singapore and they had just brought his body back home very early in the morning.

I walked into the house and someone pointed the room to me and there I saw the boy lying on his bed surrounded by his parents, grandparents and his younger brother. The moment Liza saw me she came running to me and started to sob silently hugging me so tightly. I was so shocked and confused as I slowly recollected my dream. In between her sobs she told me that he died of knee cancer and that they had amputated his leg knee below the knee as the doctors were not able to do anything – they have done their best. I consoled her and she kept apologising for not informing me about the ordeal her son was going through. All I could do was to carry on consoling her. She excused herself when her other friends came to extend their condolences.

I saw some of the familiar faces I saw in the dream but my eyes kept searching for that tanned Arabic man – but he was no where to be seen. I even went around the garden with my husband to look for him ( I even got scolding from my hubby for being silly!). I have never being to a Muslim funeral before but I stayed on here ‘cos this friend of mine is very close to me (even till today) and I wanted to give her a moral support. Later the green coloured coffin with the Arabic words written in white on both sides and the cloth draped with the picture of Ka’aba embossed arrived just like in my dream. ( I almost fainted out of fright). They had then already given a bath to the boy according to Islamic rites and wrapped him in layers of white cloth. My heart broke when I saw his mother combing his hair very neatly and gently, kissing him before his final journey towards the Muslim Cemetery ( nearby our homes) carried by the pallbearers reciting holy verses from the Koran.

I went home and took my birth and said my prayers too. I was not in the mood to cook anything as I was really tired and disturbed by the whole affair. I was crying and my husband consoled me and said that we shd be thankful to God for easing the boy of pain and suffering and to forget about the dream. Later after many weeks I told Liza about my dream narrating all the minute details. She told be that she was sure that the Arabic man could be a “Wali” (messenger of God) who has shown me the funeral. I told her that it was strange that I being a Hindu was approached by him, a Muslim and informed of this. She told me that it didn’t matter at all since both of us are so close as sisters it just showed that the one was about to face some pain in her life and that the other too had to be informed and share the pain along. She also said that religion was just man made and there is only one God for everyone but all of us are reaching out to Him from different directions.

Almost 4 months after his death he (Liza's son) appeared in my dreams cycling away in a beautiful garden filled with all kinds of lovely colourful flowers enclosed within a large gate. I was standing outside this gate. He told me to inform his mother that he was happy and contended in his new place and that he has got his leg back. He waved his hand and bid me goodbye before cycling away!

I told my friend the next day about the dream and she smiled and told me that he appeared in her dreams too the previous night -also cycling but just smiled and waved his hand to her.

Liza is glad and believes that her son is happy and contented - free from all his miseries and I am delighted to see my friend smile again.

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SONU GOPI

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Originally Posted by sonu gopi

I went home and took my birth and said my prayers too.

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Sorry it shd read as bath and not birth! :oops: :lol: :lol:

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SONU GOPI :lol: :lol:

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Thanx again for sharing that Sonu Gopi..that was beautiful... :cry:

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Originally Posted by sonu gopi

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Originally Posted by sonu gopi

I went home and took my birth and said my prayers too.

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Sorry it shd read as bath and not birth! :oops: :lol: :lol:

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SONU GOPI :lol: :lol:

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Sonuchehi,

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When did this event take place?

SonuChechi next time if you have dreams like this, just bring the sitution before GOD to take care of it even if you had visions of people that you don't know.

I believe that the reasons behind these Visions/Dreams is if for you to pray for the person's recovery or well being.

sonu chechi
that was wonderful. God is using you as his messenger - do make use of that talent!