I believed, but did not know God exists. Now, I am certain. I dreamed of information that I had no knowledge of, and thus, could not have come from my subconscious. Later, when frightful dread permeated my mind and body, a suffering that could crush a soul, as my husband underwent quadruple bypass surgery on October 8, 2012, the information provided Divine Comfort.
On September 27, 2012, I dreamed that my husband dropped me off at a building, but he did not get off the vehicle. I understood that he was going somewhere. He told me, "Just for two and a half hours." I went inside the building, and then turned my back. There were two sets of stairs, one going down and the other going up. They looked like a V, but I couldn't see the bottom. The flight of stairs going up is brightly lit. To the right of the stairs, floating, was my radiant Mother, followed by my smiling Father. [Both have passed away.] After Mom embraced me, I found myself on the other side of the brightly lit stairs, with my niece nicknamed Faith, telling her, “Grandma and Grandpa are with us.”
Upon waking up, I wondered if my parents were coming for me. Later that day, my husband’s cardiologist prescribed heart catheterization to determine if my husband needed a stent. On October 5, as my husband was wheeled into the Cath Lab, I wondered if the entire procedure would take 2 ½ hours. But not for long, the Doctor came out to tell me that my husband needed bypass surgery, later scheduled for the following Monday, October 8. While waiting for him to be taken to his room, a lady who was also waiting told me that her husband has had bypass surgery six years ago. I asked how long the bypass surgery took. She answered, “Two and a half hours.” Over the weekend, a Doctor from the Heart Surgeon’s Team came to my husband’s room. After she finished asking questions, I asked how long the surgery would take. She said that the anesthesia part would take around 1 ½ hours, and the heart surgery would take 2 ½ hours.
I am very grateful to science and technology, to lifesavers, who use their minds to the fullest, spending tremendous effort in perfecting their genius. Many thanks and kudos! God bless always.
I am reverently thankful to the Divine Comfort that I held on to during the terrifying hours. While I prayed, the dream where my husband said, "Just for 2 ½ hours", was with me, together with the faith that I will have him back, alive and well, after that. Many thanks, all-good and all-loving God, for embracing my husband, our family, and me, especially through the very difficult 2 ½ hours.
Prior to my certainty that God exists, the following is an example of what I have written, which evinced that, like Thomas Paine, my own mind is my own church, that I have held, like Thomas Jefferson, that my own reason is the only oracle given me by heaven, that I revere the most glorious gift from God: reason, and that the Primacy of Existence in Metaphysics has been my basis for my belief in God:
God is so Benevolent that the Laws of Nature are Absolute