Dedication
To the memory of the mystic Neville Goddard, whose teachings have paved the way for so many dreamers and creators around the world, and to all the students of the Law of Assumption, who strive to transform their reality through the power of imagination.
I also dedicate this book to Geshe Michael Roach, author of Karmic Management and The Diamond Cutter. Through his work, I confirmed in my soul the power of selfless giving to transition from one reality to another—one that is far better and extraordinary.
Lastly, to all the members of the circle of the wish fulfilled: You are making the world shine through the power of co-creation and altruistic vision.
Scripture
"The stone (imagination) that was rejected (trivialized) by those (the builders of social, economic, and cultural beliefs) who were building has become the cornerstone." (Psalm 118:22).
Prologue
There are ancient stories, whispered from generation to generation, about those who possessed the rare gift of seeing beyond time.
Voices murmur about them, calling them seers, prophets, or keepers of mysteries. Sophia was one of these singular souls, though, at first, she did not know it.
It all began with dreams, fleeting images that formed in her mind at night, like bursts of light revealing fragments of an uncertain future.
At first, these dreams seemed insignificant, but, strangely, three days later, the very same visions materialized in the tangible world.
Why three days? This question tormented Sophia, though she could not grasp the answer. Yet, the ancient sages knew. They whispered among themselves that the universe dances on three invisible wings. Three—a sacred number.
"Never two without three," they said. Three, like the days Christ spent in the tomb before rising again.
In this small village in Egypt, where desert winds carried forgotten stories, Sophia was the first to feel the weight of this mystery. At first, her dreams were ordinary, but soon they took on a strange turn.
One night, she dreamt of a fire—a small house on the edge of the village engulfed in red flames. Three days later, the same house, belonging to an old woman, mysteriously caught fire. No one could explain how it had started.
Then, she dreamt of a child lost in the desert, crying under a heavy, oppressive sky. She woke with a start, only to hear three days later that a young boy had indeed gone missing.
He was found wandering the dunes—lost but alive—just as in her dream. On another night, she dreamt of the market, once bustling with life, now abandoned. The stalls were empty, and the streets lay silent.
Three days later, the market was strangely deserted. The villagers stayed inside their homes, and no one could explain why. The merchants had packed up their stalls, and silence weighed heavily over the streets that were once so lively.
Sophia felt that something invisible connected her dreams to reality, a mysterious force that defied all logic. What began as an unsettling coincidence became a burden she could no longer ignore.
Why did she see these events before they happened, always with this three-day delay? Was it a curse or a gift?
The village elders began to speak of her in secret, both worried and fascinated by her visions.
Some saw her as a blessing, a protector whose dreams could save lives. Others whispered that she carried a burden too heavy for a young woman, warning that this power could attract misfortune as easily as it could bring blessings.
Local superstitions rekindled old fears: seeing the future was not always welcome in a world deeply rooted in ancient traditions.
For Sophia, these dreams were neither a blessing nor a curse. They felt like a calling, an invitation to understand the hidden threads of destiny.
The number three haunted her, reappearing again and again, a pattern too precise to dismiss. She wondered if, somewhere, a higher power was trying to teach her a profound truth through these three-day cycles—a truth that transcended the visible world.
She knew she had to unravel this mystery, for each dream carried real consequences. And in that small village swept by desert winds, Sophia began to realize that the greatest mystery was not what she saw in her dreams, but why she had been chosen to see them.
Three days later, the village was struck by a sandstorm so violent that the market had to be closed and abandoned to the winds.
Sophia began to believe that her dreams were simply predictions of the future—an unsettling gift she could not comprehend.
But soon, the truth revealed itself to her, a truth deeper than the dreams themselves. It was not she who saw the future unfolding; the future already existed in another dimension of time, and it was visiting her. Each dream was a door through which the future whispered to her.
She then realized that these visions were more than just windows into what was to come. They were a call—a call to change what was destined to happen. Sophia’s gift was not to predict but to revise. She did not yet know how, but deep in her heart, she felt that she had been chosen to reshape the future.
What no one knew, however, was that no future could exist unless it had first been dreamed. And so, her journey began—a quest to discover the true power of imagination. As she progressed in her learning, she realized that this power, when guided by altruism, could save not only individual lives but an entire community.
For changing the future meant revising the dreams themselves, rebuilding them with love and compassion, and, through that, opening a path to a better world.
But now, dear reader, let us ask a question. What if the problems you are facing right now were nothing more than a dream?
What if the challenges and suffering were merely the shadows of a nightmare? What would you do if you could revise that nightmare and transform it into a dream of light?
And what if, like Sophia, you discovered the power to change your own future through visions imbued with altruism and love? This journey is not only Sophia's—it might just be yours as well.
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