Why did they kill her?
I just awoke from the saddest and tragic dream I have had in a long long time. From what I remember it started I was seeing myself, a slightly older and slimmer self but it was me. I was at some sort of gathering or convention I am not sure but there was several people I recognized from my past. They had gathered at this place for some annual event. There were thousands of people from all ethnic races and dress from all over. For some reason I headed to a hotel room that looked familiar and I had indeed been there before because items that I have were still there. One of them that sticks out was my chi flat iron, very weird. Anyway there as an assemblage of all of these people and I came forth to bring them the truth, the truth about God and his goodness. There were some that believed, and there were some that did not. Sadly the ones that did not or demanded proof seemed far stronger than those that did. It broke my heart and I felt the need to give them the proof. It was then that I spread my wings in front of them, very tangible and visible wings. There was a great gasp from the audience at the sight of me. To the non- believers this angered them greatly. So much so that the images in my vision began to show a small group that had charged themselves with capturing and destroying me so that their ideal about being alone in the universe could remain their truth, for they feared the truth. The gathering hall began to change in form to that of a large church and a sense of urgency fell over everything. I saw church leaders from all over the world coming to this place to share in their experiences of the truth and the Joy of God’s love. It did not matter if they were Catholic, Jew, Muslim Buddhism, Hindu or just plain ole Christian they were coming….But alas they were too late… I saw an image of the cross morph into some unrecognizable from as I felt the nails go into my wrists and my feet… I awoke screaming and crying… all was lost… They were lost… they did not believe and turned their backs on his love and that is what made me cry so much… How can someone think of turning away from the perfect love of God Almighty…? I was then standing next to Jesus and he comforted me and said that not all hope is lost. There are those that still believe... I still felt the guilt that I was not able to save them. I was not able to convince all of them of his love...