M y – S i x t h – S e n s e.

As far as the first story of my life that I can remember, is the one that when I was 3. I was told that I got high fever.

I remember that moment, the important one point. I woke up in the middle of the night. My father slept near to my head. My mother was a little bit far. I went to sleep again. Then I had the dream – I fly. There was a voice. A He was clad in white out of focused features bright light like in the mist.

We were floating. I asked him. Where to. He said, up there. I said I love my parents. He replied, if that’s what you want, then you will come back. My job is only to show you. I must bring you up there. I asked again, where to? He said, there and later we were floating higher. I said no, I am just too scared. ….He said …” I give you 3 times (chance). 1, I make sure and I teach you so you can fly. 2, you can see all that you like, when you arrive there, so please choose to stay. 3, you know how to go there so you must know how to return back to your mother and father, your own. I asked again, what about you? He said, I will go further if you don’t stay with me, or you may follow me to continue flying, but its all up to you. therefore, I will vanish and you go back.” he said.

….3 Wishes.

So I did. …the story continued…And after the 3 times trying to fly, I was there. The 1st was – ..

Maybe that was the last jamaah for her. It was the 3rd time we had prayed together in our entire life.

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Thank you MAK. on this Mother’s Day 2008. I LOVE YOU.

..MAK, I am sorry. I have to tell the world..I LOVE YOU MAK.

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