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Last night I dreamt of Death (the angel).
I was going through a few lessons with her. She was a young, beautiful woman to me. She had beautiful white wings. I did not truly expect this dream, but it makes sense. I’m trying to find my way to transit to another place. She had some conversations with me, and eventually I felt the urge and freedom to tell her “you’re truly beautiful”. She smiled and thanked me. I told her twice more she’s beautiful.
To me I did not fear her. She was a kind, beautiful angel guiding those in transition with a kind face which they might recognize.
Kind regards,
CW
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