My marriage was a real nightmare. If it were not for God's grace, I probably wouldn't be here to tell you this story. My husband abused me physically and mentally, almost to the point of insanity.

Towards the latter part of the six years that I was married, I began to experience strange dreams. Every time something bad was about to happen to me, my Mummy's three deceased brothers would come to me in my dreams and show me that future scene. It was played out frame by frame and I felt such despair and utter loneliness that when I awoke, I would say, "Thank God, it was only a dream"

As these premonitions continued to come to me in dreams, I realized that everything that
I dreamt that my husband was going to do to me actually happened in my life a few days later. I began to see that my uncles were trying to show me my life beforehand so that I could save myself.

I took the bold step of going for a divorce because of the final thing my uncles showed me. All three of them appeared to me in a dream, dressed in long black coats and hats and carrying black umbrellas. They stood in the living room of my house and pointed their brollies at something. I looked where they were pointing and saw people carrying a coffin.

The three of them looked at me and pointed at the coffin and told me by thought that that was my coffin. I watched it being carried out of the house and then saw my uncles looking at me and shaking their heads.

Well, I awoke and realized that the next step for me was death, and that they were showing it to me in no uncertain terms. I immediately left the house and filed for a divorce thereafter. Those three or four months were the only time I got guidance from my three uncles. I am ever grateful to them.

Meena Tulsi

Posted 10-21-2008