Well eight years ago I was diagnosed with a life ending disease, doctors told me that I have less then a year to live and that treatment would be useless and just put me on pain killers.
I didn't want to believe it do, so I prayed, then I fasted.
After tree days with no food, barely any sleep and prayer I passed out.
And so I dreamed, but it was not a normal dream but a divine revelation.
In the dream I saw myself wake up in the next morning, go out and buy a stainless steel chain about the length of my height, and about the thickness of my thumb and white chalk. Then I cut my hand and dripped blood on the chalk till it was red. I then wrote the name of an angel on that chain, in the dream I knew how to write all the symbols even do I didn't know what they meant. After the whole chain was marked, every writable surface covered I went to an empty plot of land, dig a deep hole and placed it there in a circle, then put a hand print in the middle, covered the hole and left.
Next morning, after the dream I did exactly as I saw myself do, and it was eerie. Can't explain it but, it felt ... After that I was very tiered and went to sleep, then I had another dream. This time a young man showed me a map and told me to go somewhere and wait, and asked me not to lose faith for God has seen me.
I went, not like I had much to lose any way, and this whole experience, It invigorated me, it made my sickly body feel strong again. The faith I kept for so long was now proved, I had actual evidence and help, I was not wrong all these years, I was happy.
Not even death seemed that bad now, cause I knew there was something else for me after.
The next day I went, the location was a small monastery and I joined the monks there, with my new found joy I spent two very good years, even do my illness was getting worst I refused to take any pills, I refused to take the help of man, who was so quick to consider me dead. It was hard but I managed, my faith only grew with all the pain I felt.
Then one night I had another dream, I was told to take gasoline and a candle and set a building on fire at a certain date, and at a certain time.
I did so, the building lit up in mere moments and there where people screaming, jumping out the windows, it was chaos.
The strain of the journey, the illness and my weekend state made me very weak. I found shelter in a near by building and there I passed out, probably for many hours since I started the fire at ten in the morning and now the sun was setting. I slowly woke up, and as I was focusing on the still burning building an explosion shook the ground, and in the place of the explosion I saw a man, the man from my dream with his arms outstretched to me. Now it all made sense, I remembered this area of town, I was here before, a lot changed but this was definitely the place!
I quickly went out of the building I took shelter in and ran towards the still burning building. The fire fighters and police didn't let me get close, but I waited, by morning most people had left and I was able to make my way inside. Where the explosion had been I saw a great hole in the floor, I knew what I had to do, I dug with my hands and I found the chain I put there so many years ago, as I pulled it out from the earth it shattered, like clay pottery, and I passed out right there.
That was six years ago, and that day in the hospital my doctors told me I had no trace of the disease they said would kill me. They asked me to let them ran tests, I refused, I knew what happened and I still know.
After that I went back to the monastery and dedicated my life to God fully, my faith has not diminished and now I know I only need to ask and I shall receive, and with each day the easier it is to hear God's message rs, the easier it is for me to see them. They are all around, they are everywhere and since that day it is so very easy for me to know when they are near.
May God bless you all.