I had yet another dream of losing a precious diamond ring, which I still laugh at how I could never afford such a ring in reality. This time, I watched as the scene in front of my eyes become dark, it’s now night. The ring moved on its own. It was now on a power line. I watched as it almost danced and then zoomed to the left as if running along wire rails heading towards another pole. Sparks of electricity, like mini lightning, sprung out of the ring.
So I was right, it’s a ring of power. But I don’t lose it per se. It’s meant to light up the world, like lighting a match. And I suppose this goes right back to finding the light within and uniting, which is what the elites fear.