Ule unabii kuwa kutatokea jambo mwezi wa SABA je uliishia wapi ?

Ule unabii kuwa kutatokea jambo mwezi wa SABA je uliishia wapi ?

unabii gani unaoutaka wewe au unafikiri makamu wa rais kujiuzuru na kupotea ni jambo dogo
 
Unabii au Uchawi?....

Yesu alisema Tujihadhari na Manabii wa Uongo.
 
Tafuta mawe kama haya quartz,halafu fanya unabii.
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Achana na huo kuna ule uliandikwa humu jukwaani unaitwa sijuh karatasi nyeupe nao umeyeyuka pta😂
 
On the third
evening my Guide and I sat together as before. Once again he reminded me of
the rules. This third evening
was more successful. I sat with the sphere lightly held and concentrated on some
invisible point in its dim interior. The swirling smoke appeared
almost at once and soon
provided a curtain. I probed with my mind, thinking; “I am going through, I am going
through NOW!” Again came the
horrid impression of falling. This time I was prepared. Down from some immense
height I plummeted, falling
straight towards the smoke-covered world which was growing with amazing rapidity. Only
strict training prevented me
from screaming as I approached the white surface at tremendous speed—and passed
through, unharmed.
Inside the sun
was shining. I looked about me in very real astonishment. I had died surely
for this was nowhere
107
that I knew.
What a strange place! Water, dark water stretched before me as far as I could
see. More water than I had ever
imagined existed. Some distance away a huge monster like a fearsome fish forced its
way across the surface of the
water. In the middle a black pipe sent what looked like smoke upwards, to be blown back by
the wind. To my amazement I saw
what appeared to be little people walking about on the “fish's back!” This
was too much for me. I turned to
flee and stopped in my tracks petrified. This was too much. Great stone houses
many stories high were before me.
Just in front of me a Chinaman dashed pulling a device on two wheels.
Apparently he was a carrier of
some sort, because on the wheeled thing a woman was perched. “She must be a cripple,” I
thought, “and has to be carried
about on wheels.” Towards me a man was walking, a Tibetan lama. I held my breath,
it was exactly like the Lama
Mingyar Dondup when he was many years younger. He walked straight up to me,
through me, and I jumped with
fright. “Oh!” I wailed, “I'm blind.” It was dark, I could not see. “It is all
right, Lobsang, you are doing
well. Let me draw back the curtains.” My Guide did so, and into the room flooded the
pale light of evening.
“You certainly
have very great clairvoyance powers, Lobsang; they merely need directing.
Quite inadvertently I touched
the crystal and from your remarks I gather that you have seen the impression of when I
went to Shanghai many years ago
and nearly collapsed at my first sight of steamer and rickshaw. You are doing
well.”

Doctor From Lhasa chapter 6 Clairvoyance
 
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