THE POWER IN MY HAND
I was riding a tricycle going home. Along the road, we passed a highway bridge but suddenly a strong wind came blowing a large wooden wall, a plywood. A wide plywood was about to hit us but I immediately raised my hand and it produced an enormous power that stopped the wall from hitting us.
And the tricycle soared in the air, flying away from the highway, overlooking the water under the concrete bridge.
My power was able to control the tricycle, it didn't fall under the water instead it continually ran through the air.
I looked at my hand where tremendous power comes, as I stopped using it, a small mark engraved on it, sparkling bright, a transparent white small square.
And I woke up.
As I opened my eyes, I saw a vision of a woman who suddenly woke up. She's from other place, her eyes opened big, so wide, deep brown eyes, too surprised of what she just saw. And she said in her mind, "SHE'S REALLY MICHAEL! THE ANGEL OF THE LORD!"
August 9, 2024