I just received horrific news today. One of my favorite writers Professor Eric Anthamatten has passed away. He is mentioned in the blog post “Dance of Heroes”.

I came across Professor Eric Anthamatten through Nomadic Press. I loved one of his essays a lot; thus, I connected with him online. I loved interacting with him; and, I found him to be extremely inspiring. I am a Telepathic Lucid Dreamer. I have never met him in person; but, I did connect with him online and through my abilities. Truth is that there have been times when I have heard Eric’s voice in my head and received dreams about him.

In one dream, he was just doing some of his chores in my home; I believe I saw him at my place because I felt close to him. In another dream, he was teaching; I was sitting in the classroom as a student. I asked him a question; and, he gave me an answer; he also joked while he was teaching. In a different dream that I had around the time when the COVID-19 lockout started, I saw Eric in his office. Everything around him was dark; and he was closing his computer. There was a feeling that something is going on because everything around him was dark. Then there was another dream, a rather disturbing yet a deeper dream; I received this dream after meditating on thoughts about Eric and Carl Jung. In this particular dream, I received visions of death. Read the dream here “Lucid Dream: The Three Skeletons and The Airport“.

In this dream, I was on a tour with my family members. I think I saw my sister-in-law and my niece as well; we were taking turns to manage the baby. We were in a hurry because our flight was supposed to depart soon; and, we were lost inside a labyrinth of some sort. First, we were inside a large antique house that was lit with darkness and bluish light that had light shades of golden light. The darkness literally felt like some sort of light that actually helped people see. One of my cousins who still lives inside Pakistan visited me during this dream. He was standing near one of the staircase of this establishment. I think my cousin hinted that the staircase that would take you downstairs might end up in places where it is easy to get lost given that you don’t know your way around. My cousin checked us out and then he pointed to the airport as he commented, “Go to the ceiling (higher area). The airport is there”. So we ran towards the ceiling (higher area).

The ceiling (higher area) was a very large place and had several interesting places including an educational institute and a paan shop. Everything up there seems old and broken. There were some people including children walking and chatting there. The two women who were keeping me company deserted me and ran towards the paan shop. The paan shop was rather small; it was made from bricks; and, a fabric was used as the tent for the window. I got away from there because I had a feeling that we were in the wrong place and that we were bewitched to go there. So when I tried to get away from the ceiling (higher area), I saw a grey door on the side. Perhaps, this door was in between the lower area and the ceiling (higher area); or maybe, I took some stairs to get to this door. I distinctly remember that I looked over my shoulder while I was standing near the door; and, I could still see my family members on the ceiling (higher area). The greyish-white door was slightly ajar although it seemed lock. Some hidden force gently forced me to stop near this door and open it. I hesitated for a bit; and, then I pushed to open this old and somewhat broken door.

Inside, a startling sight welcomed me. Inside everything was grey: skeletons were grey; walls were grey; and, the grave was grey. Two human skeletons were sitting near a grave that appeared like a box or a sealed hole. The beings that were sitting there almost frozen in space and time actually noticed me when I started screaming, “Where is the airport?” To answer my inquiry, the skeletons started moving, which was shocking and exciting to watch. The male skeleton indicated something to the woman and me. The female skeleton held a knife; asked the male skeleton to help her; sat on the box/hole; noticed that the guy skeleton was not going to do anything; and, then attempted to open the box/hole with her knife. The knife made some grating screeches and finally the box/hole opened. When she opened it, a male skeleton that was stored inside became alive and just stepped out. As soon as he got out of the place where he was confined, he slit his throat with the knife and changed into some kind of soil-like substance. I think he somehow conveyed to me that he was the old boyfriend of the female skeleton. The opening to the airport was at the bottom of this pit. The female skeleton pointed out and said, “The airport is in there”. Source: “Lucid Dream: The Three Skeletons and The Airport“.

My first interpretation of this dream was that this was about COVID-19. I analyzed it this way because I was receiving symbols of death while meditating on someone whose online resume states NY in the header; later, I found out that New York was the region with the highest death toll due to COVID-19. I wrote about this here “Prediction Within A Prediction: Use Of Mind’s Peripheral Vision”.

Now, I can see an embedded sequence. Today, I found out that Eric passed away on May 22, 2021 in Mexico while traveling. Read his obituary at James Cowder Funeral Homes’ website. Note that I had this dream in May 2019; see date by visiting the blog post “Lucid Dream: The Three Skeletons and The Airport“. And, Eric passed away in May around 2 years afterwards. In this dream, I was looking for the airport; and I was given directions to get to the higher area. The dream characters got near a shop that was in the higher region; but, I started feeling that I was going in the wrong direction. So I moved around and eventually opened a door that lead to a grave. The female skeleton said that the airport is inside the grave. There was a dead body of a male inside this grave. Eric passed away while he was traveling and thus the airport is part of all this.

I don’t know what to say. First of all, I am baffled by how this one dream has multiple meanings attached; it is hard to read into it because I sometimes think and dream like a writer and not just someone who can see the future. Secondly and more importantly, I am very much shocked that I have lost Eric. I was pretty much attached to his writings and him because I totally admired his way of thinking—this attachment is the reason why I was able to receive multiple dreams about him. I have always been in love in Philosophy; and, Eric was one of the best Philosophers I had ever studied. I will miss him a lot. May God bless his sweet and gentle soul!

I wish to end this post with a truth that I have learned through Islam: Death is from God and nothing can stop it. I can see this very clearly now. I was looking at this dream all along; I was in touch with Eric all along; yet, I couldn’t have figured out that something wrong was going to happen to him because of this entire COVID-19 pandemic related interpretation. This is why in Islam, God is referred to as the Preserver or Al-Hafiz.

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