"Am zburat spre Carul Mare"

Autor: Cristian Pompei

In ultimul timp am primit cîteva relatări ale unor vise, unele extrem de interesante, pe mail. Unul dintre ele a fost transmis de dl Dragoş Aninoiu, care ne scrie următoarele.

„Se făcea că eram singur într-o poieniţă cu multă iarbă verde şi mulţi copaci. La un moment dat, a apărut un bărbat care voia să îmi facă rău. Nu ştiu de ce sau în ce fel, dar pur şi simplu asta simţeam. Ştiind că pot zbura, i-am spus că nu-mi poate face nimic şi că pot scăpa foarte uşor de el. Nu ştiu exact ce şi cum, dar îmi amintesc că, la un moment dat, m-a atacat cu un fel de fum sau o ceaţă de culoare verde, fosforescentă, dar eu îmi luasem deja zborul şi m-am îndepărtat de el. Am zburat din ce în ce mai sus, ajungînd în spaţiul cosmic, unde am văzut o imagine superbă, de o claritate nemaiîntîlnită, şi unde era o linişte cu totul specială. Apoi m-am întors spre dreapta şi am văzut stelele, de mărimea unei portocale, care formau Carul Mare. Am privit imaginea ceva vreme, după care m-am trezit.”

Răspuns
Visul este foarte frumos şi nu anunţă lucruri urîte. Trebuie totuşi să fiţi atent la o persoană aflată aproape de dvs., care pretinde că vă este prieten, dar care, în realitate, nu este.. Deci, mare atenţie! Este posibil ca în perioada următoare să aveţi anumite realizări interesante şi să evoluaţi pe o anumită scară. Primiţi sau veţi primi o serie de informaţii, pe care trebuie să le analizaţi cu atenţie. Este foarte bine dacă vă puneţi în valoare calităţile de care dispuneţi.

  • dilema

    Postat de MIHAELA

    Indraznesc sa scriu la aceasta rubrica ceva ce nu este legat de vise, multumesc.Ne-am casatorit pe 9 martie 2012 si verigetele alese au fost de argint cu o capa de aur, capa ce s-a dezlipit dupa nici o saptamana, si atunci ne-am ales verighete de argint care au cinci unghiuri cu varful in jos si cinci cu varful in sus, in interior avand striatii, este verigheta port un inel din argint cu sidef su trei rombsi opt triunghiuriuri , as dori va rog sa-mi dati o interpretare si sa aflu cum ma influenteaza.MULTUMESC.

  • comentariu

    Postat de ana

    Lansezi cu atata delicatete niste subiecte incitante dar ,eu cred ca lucrurile trebuie sa treaca de la stafiul personal cum ar fi interpretarea directa la unul mai extins.Acest vis sau pretext de vis se leaga foarte bine de o discutie in jurul cartii CALEA MAGULUI a lui Deepak Chopra.Tema expansiunii mi se pare foarte interesanta si chiar as comenta putin pe acest subiect daca s-ar gasi vreun amator.

  • Cosmarrrr !!

    Postat de Diana Elena

    Am visat ca imi cumparasem niste adisasi si un bluzon amandoua de culoare mov,fiind imbracata cu ele si ca eram cu mama , matusa mea , bunica mea si o fata pe care nu o cunosteam care avea un catel. Eram langa o masina oprita. Fata necunoscuta a venit la mine si mi-a dat o ciocolata spunandu-mi sa citesc ce scrie pe ambalaj pentru ca la final voi intelege ceva. In timp ce eu citeam ce scrie pe ambalaj,din strada (din ciment cum ar veni) s-a format un vartej de apa. Noi speriate am vrut sa traversam strada. Mama mea a traversat prima,eu ramanand cu matusa si bunica mea asteptand sa traversam si noi.Cand matusa mea a zis "Acum hai!!" eu am dat sa traversez dar m-am oprit imediat si bunica mea a reusit sa treaca printre masini si sa traverseze insa matusa mea n-a apucat sa ajunga pe partea celalalta deoarece a fost lovita de un autobuz,acesta trecand practic peste ea si corpul i-a explodat in multe bucati. Eu am ramas impietrita pentru ca matusa mea era pe mijlocul strazii decapitata. Va rog frumos sa`mi spuneti ce inseamna pentru ca sunt speriata !! Va multumesc!!

  • multumesc

    Postat de Teo

    Multumesc frumos!

  • Vis ciudat / Teo

    Postat de Corbec

    Un vis exceptional avut sub forma de metafora. Acest vis nu se interpreteaza, este o minune de metafora care trebuie asimilat ca un basm, ca o poveste vindecatoare.

  • vis ciudat

    Postat de teo

    Am visat ca ma uitam pe fereastra unui apartament aflat la parter si am vazut o gradina plina de flori colorate dar ce-mi amintesc sunt lalele mari,rosii-portocalii si lacramioare boboci.Erau multe flori si pamantul era proaspat udat.In mijlocul gradinii se afla un copac, cu tulpina formata din mai multe tulpini,rasucite, cu lemnul alb,ca la mesteacan.Admirand forma tulpinii si modul cum au crescut rasucite , am observat ca doua dintre tulpini erau practic doua fiinte:un barbat si o femeie, cam de 40 de ani, persoane frumoase la chip si inalte-zvelte.Au iesit din tulpina, din acea rasucire si s-au indreptat spre o biserica din apropiere:eu am ramas uitandu-ma dupa ei, admirandu-i si parca traiam intr-un film cu multe secvente de poveste, inexplicabile.Stiu ca eram intr-o stare de fericire,uimire si admiratie.Eram fericita privind gradina cu flori si cei doi oameni-tulpina.Stateau asa de bine ascunsi sub forma tulpinii unui copac, incat numai daca te uitai atent puteau deslusi forma de om.Stateau cu gratele ridicate ,ca niste crengi.Stiam ca dupa ce vor veni de la biserica ,se vor modela in jurul tulpinii, ca si cum nu ar fi plecat niciodata de acolo.Va rog explicati-mi acest vis , ce mi se pare destul de ciudat.Multumesc.

  • Intelepciune

    Postat de Viorel

    Va rog,domnule Pompei, interpretarea unui vis.Eram afara in curte si ma uitam pe cer.La un moment dat am vazut o sfera de foc mare cat Luna de pe cer,dar rosie,incandescenta si care avea ...coada!Era o cometa,iar eu am si spus de cateva ori in vis,uite este o cometa,o cometa...Numai ca la un moment dat aceasta cometa foarte mare dealtfel,a \"virat\" si a cazut la o distanta de cca.1 km de casa mea,formandu-se o ciuperca nucleara identica cu cea de la bombele nucleare.Insa eu de frica am intrat in casa,pt. ca sareau scantei pana la locuinta mea si se stinsese lumina,nu mai era curent,era un haos general pe strazi,lumea tipa...,iar eu cautam o lanterna pe care o am in realitate intr-un dulap,dar nu gaseam dulapul...apoi dupa ceva timp tot cautand,s-a aprins lumina,s-a restabilit curentul electric.Am uitat sa spun ca atunci cand am intrat in casa de frica imi spuneam neantrerupt ca trebuie sa opresc gazele,ca asa se face in situatii din astea!!!Ce parere aveti domnule Cristi?

  • Codruta

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Bine ati revenit. 5 reprezinta comunicarea, 10 unitatea in miscare.Este o mare calitate sa stii sa comunici, chiar daca o faci (si putini pot) cu zeii. Aveti un har care trebuie dezvoltat. Toate cele bune

  • vis

    Postat de Hortopan Codruta

    Bine v-am regasit dupa o pauza de jumatate de an!
    Revin tot cu simboluri din visele mele...
    In general visez des cifrele 5, 10, 50, 100,500 iar in noaptea trecuta heh....habar n-aveti ce companie am avut...Pe Ares, razboinicul zeu...Eram intr-o societate, el sedea alaturi de mie si imi vorbea extrem de familiar, in vreme ce eu in minte ma gandeam la cifrele enumerate...Exista o explicatie sau un mesaj? M-as bucura mult sa aflu! Va multumesc si fie sa aveti zile cat mai calduroase!
    ps. M-am recasatorit, de aceea am numele schimbat...D-lul Pompei avea dreptate...Exista insa o mica problema, dar asta e alta poveste...

  • ma trezesc mai mereu obosita

    Postat de Giuvelic V. Ionela

    am vaz emisiunea despre simboluri si cum ne pot ele ajuta.cum trebuie sa desenez o spirala si unde anume sub pat pentru a ma trezi plina de energie.de asemenea am multe persoane invidioase in jur inclusiv din familie,poate ma puteti ajuta sa ma protejez

  • vise

    Postat de angela

    sunt de-a dreptul bulversata.de un an si jumatate visez cu aceeasi persoana. e vorba despre un amic fata de care sentimentele mele erau de amicitie.dupa o vizita la mine acasa , vizita precedata de mai multe incercari de-a se apropia de mine , si dupa o privire profunda ,trista ,care-a durat aproximativ un minut am simtit ca ceva nu e in regula.iar de-atunci visele mele precedau mesajele trimise de el. ex.visam noaptea iar ziua urmatoare aveam mesajul de la el.toate etapele relatiei noastre incepand de-atunci le-am visat.tot ce-am visat s-a implinit .iar asta continua si-acuma desi nu mai vorbim.

  • Mistere

    Postat de Gheorghe Urzică

    Trăiesc o experienţă asemănătoare cu a dvs. Când se apropie un bărbat în spatele meu la 1-1,5 m. intru în panică, mă opresc, ori caut să-mi pretejez partea stângă cu un zid sau alte persoane care îmi vin din faţă. Totul a început prin ‚94, după o remisie miraculoasă a bolii mele. Atunci, un terapeut (fost inginer, dar reciclat social) a dorit să mă cunoască şi să-mi facă o determinare a valorilor câmpului energetic pentru a găsi o explicaţie, zicea el, a vindecării mele miraculoase. L-am refuzat râzând, fugi d-mle de aici, dar la despărţire mi-a strâns cotul mâinii strângi şi mi-a dat un ghiont în coasta stângă. După câteva ore m-am simţit rău şi cu o stare de angoasă. O uşoară bănuială aveam de atacul fizic şi energetic al terapeutului când îl întâlneam, fiindcă starea mea de leşială se accentua după aceea. Au trecut câteva luni până am conştientizat cauza şi am rupt cordonul energetic al agresiunii şi am devenit stăpân pe mine când îl mai întâlneam pe agresor. La-am iertat şi apoi am uitat, dar întotdeauna când se apropie o persoană, în special bărbat, din urmă, în partea stângă, intru în panică, mă opresc ori inchid unghiul trecerii, apropiindu-mă de un perete, lăsând spaţiu liber pe partea dreaptă. Dar spre uluiala mea şi a celor din jur, persoana insistă iraţional să treacă prin stânga mea, deşi sunt lipit de perete, iar în dreapta este lărgime. Când rana agresiunii se acutiza vizualizam instantaneu gaura în câmpul meu energetic. Oricât aş coase-o şi vindeca-o, memoria agresiunii persistă mereu. Pentru a mă proteja evit trecerea persoanelor dubioase (cerşetori, bolnavi, alcoolici) pe partea stângă faţă – spate şi dacă stau undeva în aşteptare, aleg să stau cu spatele la perete.
    E posibil ca dumneavoastră să fi avut vreo agresiune conştientă, ori inconştientă din partea vreunei persone cu mintea bolnavă, capabilă de a face rău. Ori aţi avut vreo operaţie chirurgicală la spate. Pentru a vă vindeca trauma trebuie să descoperiţi cauza, să o vizualizaţi şi să o tămăduiţi şi vindecaţi cu iertare, iubire şi lumină. Se poate. O puteţi rezolva singură, nu apelaţi la nimeni, nu plasaţi responsabilitatea asta altcuiva.

  • mistere

    Postat de Lena

    buna seara...as vrea sa va povestesc o mica problema pe care o am de ceva timp si anume,faptul ca,atunci cand merg pe strada iar cineva merge in spatele meu,nu suport aceasta chestiune...
    habar n-am de la ce mi se trage,cert e ca simt acest lucru de ceva ani incoace,poate ca am simtit-o dintotdeauna,insa de ceva timp am devenit f constienta de acest lucru.de ex.daca o persoana merge in spatele meu,intru in panica,fara nici un motiv,ma abtin cat pot sa intorc capul sa vad cine este,apoi grabesc pasul sau incetinesc...daca ,,nu scap,,nici asa,atunci ma opresc,pur si simplu,ma prefac,ca scotocesc in geanta iar dupa ce trece acea persoana,imi continui drumul.
    ce se intampla cu mine,caci nu am suferit traume sau nu am fost niciodata atacata sau abuzata...ma consider normala din toate p-ctele de vedere,insa e clar pt mine ca aceasta frica vine de undeva,dar nu stiu de unde...
    va multumesc frumos ,va admir f mult!

  • bdiannemaria@yahoo.com

    Postat de Cristian Pompei

    Cine doreste sa va omoare? Pentru ce este telefonul? Asteptam detalii si identificare.Pentru amenintari adresati-va Politiei. Tel. 112.

  • va rog sa ma salvati de la moarte.

    Postat de bdiannemaria@yahoo.com

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  • eroare de text

    Postat de silvana

    intre cum si este mai era:''.Dzeu.''se pare ca mi s-a inghitit din text

  • codruta

    Postat de silvana

    Ti bat,ti bat,ti bat!cum adica cine esti ca sa iti arate Dzeu ceva in vis?moartea pe schiuri cumva?vorba unui preot hatru!esti copilul Lui,ai voie sa ceri orice.de el depinde restul!NU ITI FIE TEAMA SA INDRAZNESTI!muream cand citeam pe acel site:nu sunt vrednic sa fiu nu stiu cumeste mult mai accesibil decat am putea crede si trebuie sa ne vedem exact locul:suntem vrednici de dragostea lui si de ce decurge de aici.cu smerenia de rigoare!

  • d-lui Cristian Pompei

    Postat de codruta

    Asa gandesc si eu, ca nu trebuiesc pase, mai ales ca s-ar putea sa...gresesc....Ma rog, si ma rog unor arhangheli sa ma ocroteasca si asta dupa ce il rog pe Acela desigur....De fapt cine si ce sunt eu...ca sa imi arate MIE....ceva Dumnezeu in vis? Nu sunt decat tzarana cu chip insufletit.....Si da, ades ce credem ca e rau , nu este , ci insemneaza o lectie pe care trebuie sa ne-o insusim ! Va multumesc mult!

  • codruta

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Stimata doamna, cu totii suntem inconjurati de diferite persoane care ne vor raul mai mult sau mai putin. Nu trebuie sa faceti pase sa ii indepartati. Numai credinta ca binele si echilibrul va inconjoara trebuie sa va poata ajuta. Rugati-va si totul va fi bine. Nu mai apelati la diferite persoane care citesc in carti deoarece marea majoritate nu sunt ceea ce spun ca sunt. Si atentie la felulin care definiti dvs raul.Toate cele bune.

  • completare

    Postat de silvana

    Dupa cele 2 secvente de vis,am tot visat in timp aceasta femeie,care mai are si o fiica,si de fapt ele 2 erau autoarele,apareau ba una,ba alta,sa isi prezinte faptele.interesant ca intr-un vis i-am spus fetei:vei plati ptr tot chinul la care m-ai supus.si ea a spus:s-o crezi tu,ma apara sfera din mine.de aici am inteles ca diavolii la care a apelat i-au oferit protectie impotriva platii pe care trebuie sa o primeasca.ii poate intarzia plata,ca de tot nu scapa!

  • sper sa te folosesti, codruta!

    Postat de silvana

    Posibil ca da,posibil ca nu!din experienta acumulata pe tema,nu ajunge sa te rogi in felul tau ca sa ti se arate in vis cine iti poarta sambetele!mie mi s-a intamplat astfel.am tras si eu din cauza vrajilor de mi-au sarit ochii din cap,mi-am facut praf ceva perechi de nadragi de la stat in genunchi prin manastiri,am asteptat si eu raspuns in vise.au venit.astfel:in prima faza,la manastirea Lainici,acum multi ani,mi-a spus un parinte ca voi visa persoana ce m-a fericit.ca urmare,mama a visat vecina din usa,pe care o banuiam,de altfel.a aparut si atat.anul urmator,in alta manastire,dupa Moliftele sf Vasile cel Mare-Big Vasile,cum il alint!-,visez ca apare vecina din usa cu un schiop cu barba ,orb,si ea imi spune:asta e vrajitorul la care te-am aranjat si am venit sa iti spun ce ti-am facut!dupa aceste slujbe,pe usa ei a aparut o cruce mare,neagra,cand am deschis usa,am ramas in prag blocata.deci asa mi s-a aratat mie!iar de la altii am aflat ca de vrei un raspuns in vis,sa citesti anume rugi de 40de ori,sau sa practici intens anumite ritualuri bisericesti:post,slujbe,prescuri.ai de unde alege!

  • vis prevestitor?

    Postat de codruta

    vreme de 3 nopti am avut aproximativ acelasi vis, populat cu aceleasi 3 personaje....O d-ra apropiata anilor mei, plus o d-na amica de a mamei cu fiica ei. Prima persoana stiu ca nu ma agreaza inca din copilarie, iar parintii ei adoptivi ne-au facut(mamei si mie) destul rau prin timp, celelalte doua aparent sunt extrem de ...credincioase...Pb este ca in viata reala, cu destul timp inainte , mi s-a zis prin tarot ca raul imi vine de la mai multe persoane, unele pe care le stiu , altele pe care nici nu le pot banui...Am inceput sa ma rog in felul meu , ca sa mi se arate care sunt acele persoane....La inceput s-a aratat ex sotul meu, apoi acum precum va relatam aceste 3 fiinte...Inutil sa va strecor ca in fiecare zi , am patit ceva neplacut....iar acum am o certa stare alterata pe ambele planuri...fizic si interior...As dori sa stiu daca realmente ele imi vor raul si daca e util sa execut niste pase ca sa le indepartez...Va multumesc mult pentru rabdare !

  • Multumesc

    Postat de xennya

    Va multumesc .

  • xennya

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Uriasii reprezinta teama de problemele prea mari, pe care nu credeti ca le putetii rezolva; perioada aglomerata de greutati; incapacitatea de a depasi impasurile prea mari ale vietii, probe de incercare ale destinului in care trebuie sa dovediti ca puteti trece peste orice impas; exagerati uneori gravitatea unor lucruri, va lasati doborita de inamici, pe care ii credeti mai puternici decat sunt; va simtiti insignifianta in fata altora, umilita uneori, dar apare desertul si biserica care denota relaxare, buna întelegere, perioada placuta, lipsita de griji, împacare. Cert este ca iveti traversa o perioada de incercari cu multe schimbari in bine.Toate cele bune

  • xennya

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Intr-adevar este foarte ciudat visul. Are citeva elemente ce duc spre premonitie si citeva ce duc spre prevestire. Ma voi documenta si voi incerca sa il interpretez.

  • vis ciudat

    Postat de xennya

    am avut nu demult un vis foarte ciudat,mai corect spus un cosmar din care m-am trezit foarte speriata; spaima m-a facut sa uit mare parte din vis la trezire; pe scurt: eram undeva intr-un spatiu asemanator desertului,in sensul ca nu existau copaci, cladiri,doar niste culmi de culoare pamantului cenusiu;la un moment dat s-a auzit un zgomot foarte mare care venea din cer;mi-am indreptat privirea spre cer si era o luna plina imensa ce functiona asemeni unui ecran; era o disperare generala,o spaima cumplita,se pregatea o mare furtuna in cer,cineva spunea ca pe suprafata lunii,va apare sora geamana ... nu stiu despre cine era vorba ...cei ce eram prezenti fugeam ca disperatii ca in fata unei mari nenorociri: cum nu aparuse nimic pe suprafata lunii,ochii ni-i indreptam mereu spre cer... deodata am vazut niste uriasi care pareau suspendati deasupra noastra,atarnau cumva din cer ... parca totul era o imensa biserica, fara pereti de jur imprejur si asa cum stau sfintii pe pereti asa stateau acesti uriasi deasupra noastra,le vedeam picioarele foarte lungi care coborau din cer... atunci m-am gandit ca cea pe care o asteptam sa apara pe ecranul lunii ar putea fi Maica Domnului ... dar nu stiu de ce se vorbea in jur de sora geamana ...atunci am cazut la pamant si incercam sa ma rog si sa implor ajutor ...gandeam ca trebuie sa spun tuturor ce am vazut,ca eu am fost martora,ca stiam ca cerul era populat cu uriasii din jurul lui Dumnezeu...m-an trezit speriata de imaginea cerului populata de acesti uriasi, de imaginea lunii pe care trebuia sa apara ceva ca pe un ecran urias si de un zgomot ce parea ca prevestea o nenorocire

  • Iancius Camelia

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Astept povestile pe adresa cristian.pompei@lumeamisterelor.com si voi incerca sa va raspund

  • SFERE LUMINOASE IN FOTOGRAFII.....SI NU NUMAI....

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  • de ce?

    Postat de silvana

    Explicati un pic de ce trebuie scrise visele la timpul prezent!apoi,mai trebuie sa multumim cuiva pentru vise,stimata doamna!

  • expunere la prezent a viselor

    Postat de isac ana

    Un sfat testat de mine de mai bine de 15 ani. Orice vis pe care-l aveti trebuie notat sau prezentat la timpul prezent, dupa care trebuie sa multumiti creierului d-voastra pentru visul sau visele avute, o maniera de respect pentru el atat la propriu cat si la figurat.

  • codruta cotiu

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Asa este. Multumesc pentru gindurile frumoase. dar poate sunteti calatoare intre trei sau mai multe nemuriri. asa este , femeia este ceva aparte, ea poate da viata ( cu ajutor desigur), ea poate face multe. Va doresc toate cele bune. Tinem legatura.

  • semne

    Postat de codruta

    Va multumesc pentru promptitudinea cu care mi-ati raspuns ! Si ...chiar am "semne". O alunita in josul omoplatului drept(ca o bobita discreta de cafea, si un gen de pata mica pe tampla dreapta, neobservabila din cauza parului meu. Cat despre comportament....eh...simt nevoia sa fac bine celor din jur , mai simt uneori nevoia sa ma impun dar spre binele celor in cauza....DAR am si tendinte de ...uff mica dictatoare, abordand tonuri inchizitoriale(f rar insa)..Apoi ca orice femeie am senzatia cateodata ca mi se cuvine totul , insa spre norocul meu ma trezesc repede...Si oare care dintre noi femeile nu se simte in sinea ei...imparateasa/regina uneori?
    Toata stima si respectul meu, d-le Cristian Pompei! Va simt aproape sufletului meu calator intre doua nemuriri...

  • vasilica

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Va rog sa imi trimiteti mai multe detalii pe cristian.pompei@lumeamisterelor.com. De unde stiti ca "se pare" ca este sufletul pereche? Este posibil ca el sa aiba o problema, nu stiu de ce natura dar, poate exista.Trebuie sa stiu citeva lucruri( virsta, diferenta de ani, etc) Astept vesti

  • intrebare

    Postat de vasilica

    domnule Cristian, am o mare nedumerire pt care va rog mult sa ma ajutati! sunt divortata din 2000, am stat multi ani singura , acum 2 ani am intalnit un barbat care nu a fost casatorit dar care se pare ca este sufletul meu pereche, ne completam f bine cu exceptia unui singur fapt;este convins ca-l insel desi asta nu se intampla;tin sa va spun ca este un om perfect normal, rabdator, dar face scenarii. sa fie din cauza faptului ca a fost de multe ori inselat de alte femei si nu mai are incredere in nimeni?tin sa va spun ca nu imi place sa rup legatura atat de usor, as vrea sa lupt pt aceasta relatie dar mi s-a terminat ,,munitia\'\'.Va rog pe dvs sa ma ajutati, sa-mi spuneti ce ar trebui sa fac pt a merge mai departe. Cu consideratie,Vasilica

  • codruta

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Fiecare dintre noi am avut cel putin o incarnare. Dar trebuie sa fim fosrte atenti atunci cind intram , prin regresie sau alte metode sa ne vedem incarnarile. Nu oricine poate supreveghea un subiect si nu oricine poate vedea anumite lucruri. Un initiat va fi foarte diplomat cu afirmatiile su nu va da verdicte precum unii"maestri". Cu totii purtam o povara dar trebuie sa stim cum sa o ducem sau cum sa scapam de ea. Mare grija la asa zisi "Initiati".Ei pot prin ceea ce fac sa dezechilibreze un om sau il pot programa asa cum doresc ei.Marcajele de vrajitoare sau sotie de imparati sunt destul de clare si se pot vedea chiar in comportament sau prin semne pe corp. Toate cele bune.

  • post scriptum

    Postat de codruta

    Uitasem sa va scriu ca \"maestrul\" tot sustinea ca este unul din sufletele mele pereche...ca ne datoram vrute si nevrute din realitati straine mie...

  • vieti trecute

    Postat de codruta

    Of, aveti dreptate! Da, fiecare are mai multe suflete pereche, lucru pe care cu greu l-am inteles. Am o dilema care ma macina demult si sper sa ma puteti lumina dvs.: un..."maestru" S din Iasi mi-a relatat la trezire, dupa ce m-a dus inapoi in timp, ca eu as fi nici mai mult nici mai putin decat o data (tineti-va bine hehehe!) sotia lui Attila regele hun( o fi stiut ca-mi place actorul din filmul binecunoscut)si apoi o mare vrajitoare al carei fiu fusese chiar el.Era sa mor arsa dar m-a salvat nu stiu cine. Iar dupa asta in urmatoarea viata ,am fost un baietel de 9 ani, mort sub greutatea unei scari din lemn,prabusita in vremea celui de-al doilea razboi mondial!Ce ma nedumereste este ca aceasta ultima intrupare mi-a fost descoperita de o d-na din Anglia cu mult inainte de cele debitate de acest domn S. Personal inclin sa cred ca pt. a fi Attila, sotia lui, sau o vrajitoare , trebuie sa apartii unei anume vibratii, ori eu cred ca ...nu ma incadrez. Gresesc?

  • codruta

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Ajutorul poate veni spiritual si nu numai. va poate ajuta sa depasiti anumite probleme si sa va gasiti adevarata cale in caz ca nu ati intrezarit-o.Tinem legatura. Toate cele bune.

  • pot indrazni?

    Postat de codruta

    Va multumesc ca mi-ati raspuns si daca nu e cu suparare , pot intreba in ce fel ma poate ajuta acel chip?

    cu consideratie si multa simpatie,
    codruta c

  • codruta

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Cu totii avem o pereche nu numai in viata ci si in astral. Aveti avantajul ca l-ati descoperit deoarece va poate ajuta ff mult.

  • ratacind prin astral

    Postat de codruta

    Intr-o clipa de remember mi s-a asternut pe retina mintii unul din visele in care repetativ apare acelasi barbat cu alura (zic acum) hristica, adica barba tunsa ingrijit, ochi inchisi si plete ondulate, aflat mereu in vesmant alb stralucitor si despre care mereu cineva in somn imi sopteste ca este jumatatea mea viitoare! Cert e ca mergand pe 1 ianuarie la o amica, am inspectat la repezeala cartile din biblioteca si deschizand una la intamplare, ce am vazut? Chipul celui pe care il visez, dar realizat intr-un mod mai grosier. Acu ce sa fac? Ca doar n-o fi imaginea LUI, deoarece nu am de gand sa ma calugaresc...

  • urzica gh

    Postat de cristian pompei

    multumim. toate parerile sunt bine venite.

  • Yvonne Vis cu rugaciune

    Postat de Urzica Gheorghe

    Exprienta onirica povestita este o decorporare in stare inconstienta, numita si numita Experienta estracorporala inconstienta. Ati avut nesansa sa iesiti in stratul eteric cel grosier.Picaturile de lumina vazute prin acoperis va arata ivirea unui strat ceva mai curat. Atentie mare la astfel de corporari, va intoarceti in corp bolnava si obosita .

  • vise

    Postat de Lena

    multumesc pt raspuns...stiu ca nu am facut deloc bine ca am aruncat acea icoana,parca nu am gandit deloc,ar fi fost mai bine sa cer sfatul unui preot sau altcuiva,aveti dreptate...
    poate ca persoana care a gasit-o a facut-o,daca si ea simtea acelasi lucru ca si mine atunci cand o privea.

  • lena

    Postat de cristian pompei

    In general nu este bine sa se arunce la gunoi o icoana dar...sa nu uitam ca in ea se putea inmagazina o egergie nu tocmai buna, cu care nu puteati sa rezonati. Poate in ea s-a adunat toata suferinta batrinului, poate el s-a spovedit fara preot la ea, poate ea ascundea taine mai putin cunoscute de cei din familie, poate...Oricum era bine sa fie donata unei biserici .Acum nu stim cine intra in legatura cu "tainele"ei si ceeace se poate intimpla.Puteti ruga pe Dumnezeu sa o purifice si ea sa ajunga acolo unde trebuie.Sarbatori Fericite.

  • vise

    Postat de Lena

    nu am mai intrat de ceva timp pe aici,insa va urmaresc la tv,la emisiunea Alinei Badic,ori de cate ori apareti.
    as vrea sa va povestesc ceva si sa va cer parerea,daca aveti timp sa-mi raspundeti...
    v-am spus deja ca mama mea a murit acum 2 ani,insa am vizitat-o inainte de asta la tara,si murise un vecin batran,de 99 de ani,iar rudele acestuia au dat de pomana,cum se obisnuieste,lucruri ale acestuia.mama a primit si ea cateva,printre care o icoana foarte veche,nu se stia exact cat de veche,insa era din mosi-stramosi[eu m-am mirat ca nu au pastrat rudele acea icoana].
    mama avea si ea icoane prin casa si mi-a dat-o mie,mi-a spus ca poate o duc undeva,la noi,la oras sa o,,repar,,caci era putin mancata de carii[cred].
    acea icoana il reprezenta pe Sf.Nicolae...am luat-o,am adus-o la mine acasa[binenteles ca am si eu o icoana acasa,de la biserica].ce vreau sa va spun...de cate ori priveam acea icoana,ma ingrozeam,simteam o frica teribila,parca inlemneam cand priveam la ea,ceea ce nu se intampla cu icoana mea pe care o am si ma simt in regula cu ea.
    azi asa,maine,tot asa,am luat-o si am pus-o intr-o camara,tot amanand acel moment de a o duce undeva si a o,,renova,,.
    nu am scapat de sentimentul de frica,neliniste si groaza pt ca ma gandeam mereu ca e acolo,chiar daca nu prea mai umblam in acel loc,la un momen dat aveam impresia ca va iesi ceva sau cineva de acolo si imi va face ceva rau.
    si m-am hotarat,am dus-o si am aruncat-o la ghena de gunoi,nu stiu daca am facut bine...probabil ca nu,de aceea as dori sa aflu parerea d-stra.
    oricum,de atunci sunt linistita,frica a disparut de cand nu mai am acea icoana in casa[nu am mai povestit nimanui acest lucru,nici macar familiei,poate ca nu m-ar lua nimeni in serios].

  • Andreea

    Postat de cristian pompei

    V-am raspuns pe mail.Toate cele bune si calatorie placuta.

  • Buna ziua

    Postat de Schiau Andreea

    V-am vazut des la emisiunea 360 de grade pe B1 si as vrea sa va rog daca se poate sa imi spuneti si mie cam ce ar putea insemna visul care se repeta de ceva timp.Tin sa precizez ca urmeaza sa plec intr-o excursie in Austria cu clasa (sunt in a 12-a ) si de cateva luni tot visez cum se prabusesc avioane (la mine in clasa, se izbesc de blocuri, visez uneori si ca zbor cu ele dar nu se prabusesc cand sunt inauntru, doar le vad). Eu voi merge cu autocarul si vreau sa stiu daca e vreo legatura cu plecarea mea sau ... . Va multumesc anticipat si sper sa imi puteti raspunde pana in data de 7 noiembrie, eu in 8 urmand sa plec. O zi buna.

  • yvonne

    Postat de cristian pompei

    Multumesc pentru aprecieri. Voi incerca,dupa cum imi va permite timpul sa va dau un raspuns. Toate cele bune.

  • cristina

    Postat de cristian pompei

    mailul meu este cristian.pompei@lumeamisterelor.com

  • Vis cu rugaciunea\\

    Postat de yvonne

    Bine v-am gasit si felicitari pentru succesul si viata lunga a celebrei dvs reviste!

    Sunt o fana de peste ocean,in urma cu mai bine de 4 ani cand locuiam in Bucuresti,am avut deosebita placere sa vin la placutele intruniri de luni seara si mai pastrez si acum cristalele daruite de Teodor Vasile,la una din meditatiile celebrei\"flacare violete\"!Superb!



    Chiar si acum mai citesc revista online,iar mama imi trimite uneori revista din tara,in formatul ei original;ca o paranteza,acum in prezent ma gasesc intr-o perioada foarte foarte grea pe plan personal,nimic nu merge,si am mers din greseala in greseala,pana cand m-i s-au inchis multe usi(si stau inchise);multe persoane din jur sunt ceea ce nu pareau-sunt niste dezamagiri,sanatatea se subrejeste,si toate astea incepand cu perioada cand mi-am pierdut serviciul...adica sunt atat de lovita ca nu stiu ce ma doare mai tare...nici nu-mi vine sa cred ca sunt eroul acestei drame!

    Vreau sa va povestec un vis pe care l-am avut la sfarsitul lui 2006,si care a avut o puternica insemnatate,caci m-i l-am amintit in toate detallile cand m-am trezit si chiar si acum imi amintesc imagini si cadre.

    Eram in casa din Bucuresti,era si mama langa mine,si probam niste haine-casa noastra era alfel decat in realitate,altfel alcatuita ,fiind mai degraba o vila veche,boiereasca cu piloane de marmura bej,inspirate din Grecia Antica.Totul imprejur era acoperit de panze albe sau crem/bej,ca atunci cand zugravesti si acoperi totul pt a proteja mobila,deci asa era peste tot in casa,numai panze peste tot...M-am oprit din probatul hainelor indreptandu-ma catre balcon si privind pe geam am constatat ca vis-a-vis de blocul nostru isi avea adresa un hotel renumit,de pe ale carui balcoane vedeam grupuri de oameni veseli,petrecand,intalnindu-se cu ocazia Craciunului-lume internationala:asiatici,mulatrii,nordici...Mai convietuiam cu cineva in aceea casa,o fata-dar nu stiu cine...

    Cadrul urmator din vis,ma surprinde intr-o imagine a propriului corp dormind ca si cum as fi vazut imaginea de sus;apoi ma trezesc din somn si sunt dezgustata de locul unde dormeam,si cercetez cu luare aminte detaliile,parca dormeam in baie,marginile patului erau margini de cada de baie,(in cada era patul),cada era dintr-o roca poroasa,ca o roca autentica de munte-culmea tot culoarea bej!!!Insa lenjeria de pat era murdara si asta mi-a trezit dezgustul...Dupa ce am privit in fata(la marginea de cada si pat)am intors privirea si in spate si observ stupefiata tot langa mine,intr-un colt al cazii/patului o statuie -doar cap-al unui personaj infricosator,cu coarne.Imediat ce am observat asta,au inceput sa ma treaca fiori ca de moarte si am inceput in somn sa spun rugaciunea\"Tatal Nostru\",numai ca de frica,ma incurcam si nu reuseam sa spun finalul:Nu ne duce pe noi in ispita/Si ne izbaveste de cel viclean!Amin!

    Imaginea s-a schimbat brusc,si iata-ma si mai infricosata,eu singura,intr-o magazie,sau fabrica veche sau ceva spatiu dezafectat,cu vechituri,fier vechi si bancuri de lucru,insa era atat de intuneric ca nu-mi vedeam nici picioarele pe unde calca...eram tare infricosata(intunericul este o fobie foarte puternica)singurele scaparari de lumina erau create de picurii de ploaie care cadeau in magazie prin acoperisul spart-si imaginea cerului de noapte,negru-albastriu.Eu nu renuntasem la ideea rugaciunii ,ma incurcam si o luam de la capat si tremuram de frica;cand am reusit sa termin cu bine finalul rugaciunii fara sa ma incurc,am inceput sa ma ridic usor si iata-ma plutind si indepartandu-ma de locul acela de cosmar,(in timp ce ma ridicam,aveam o oarecare teama ca zborul sa nu se intrerupa -asa ca imi ziceam in gand\"indeparteaza-ma Doamne si du-ma la lumina!\")inaltandu-ma am putut vedea ca se facea lumina, ca era lumina dincolo de delimitarea cladirii aceleia lugubre-adica inauntrul ei parea sa fie miezul noptii iar afara ,pe aceeasi strada,era o seara placuta luminata de apus,plutind ma gaseam deasupra unei gradini si a unei case de la tara,apoi m-am indreptat catre niste strazi de oras,cu case mari, frumoase,si am \"aterizat\"usor in dreptul unei case interbelice,cu fatada inspre strada,care avea 2 ferestre luminate.Ma bucuram enorm ca am reusit sa ma indepartez din locul acela intunecos,si ma bucuram de strazi, de luminile caselor si de zgomotele care veneau din acea comunitate de oameni.



    Acesta a fost visul,eu i-am dat o talmacire bruta,doar cu ideile principale si anume atunci cand sunt la necaz,sau in ratacire(intuneric)doar rugaciunea si relatia cu Dumnezeu ma poate salva!

    M-ar interesa daca ma puteti ajuta si cu alte observatii,

    Va multumesc respectuos,

    Yvonne

  • Vis 19.10.2010

    Postat de Cristina Tapurica

    Buna seara, ma numesc Cristina si sunt din Bucuresti.
    Am avut un vis ciudat spun eu, as vrea sa stiu daca vil pot spune pt a putea primi de la dvs. o interpretare? Poate imi pute-i da o adresa de mail. Multumesc, o seara buna. C.

  • Viorel

    Postat de Cristian Pompei

    Nu a fost coincidenta. Nu este anormal nimic din ceea ce ati visat.Da a fost preminitie, si este bine uneori sa tineti cont de ceea ce ati visat.

  • intelepciune

    Postat de viorel

    Mda..si eu am vise destul de dese ca ridic obiecte doar gandindu-ma ca le ridic,adica telekinezie,acum ma visez conducand masini,seara de seara,dar un vis pe care l-am avut acum vreo 15 ani cand eram militar,m-a fascinat si nu am putut sa-l uit nici acum.Dupa aprox 3 luni de instructie,primele 3 luni,eram terminat,am plecat in armata cu 85 kg,iar dupa 3 luni aveam 65 kg,eram la Mangalia,la Marina,dupa 3 luni,m-am transferat la Giurgiu si a trebuit sa vin in Bucuresti unde locuiesc si sa dorm o noapte acasa,ca dimineata sa plec cu superiorul meu la unitatea de la Giurgiu.Vreau sa va spun ca inainte cu o noapte,fara sa stiu ca a 2 a zi imi va fi aprobat transferul,am visat ca plecam acasa,am ajuns in capatul strazii,iar la poarta era sora mea mai mica,care atunci cand m-a vazut a fugit repede in curte sa o cheme pe mama,va aduc aminte ca asta am visat.A doua zi dimineata am fost instiintat ca voi fi mutat la Giurgiu,am plecat impreuna cu un superior,am ajuns in Bucuresti,am ajuns in capatul strazii,la poarta era sora mea,care m-a vazut si a fugit in curte sa o anunte pe mama.Intr-o fractiune de secunda mi-am adus aminte de acel vis si m-a marcat.Sa fi fost premonitie,sau doar coincidenta?

  • Rating intalnire Brasov oct.2010

    Postat de Fan Club

    Am participat la cateva intalniri cu dvs., la Brasov.
    Cred ca ar fi interesant sa va propun introducerea unui rating cu aprecieri asupra celor prezentate. La ultima intalnire de la Brasov, pe o scara de la 1 la 5 acord 5 pentru primul documentar, 2 pentru al doilea, 1 pentru primul intrelocutor si 3 ppentru ultimul.

  • gabriela

    Postat de Cristian Pompei

    Buna ziua,
    puteti sa il trimiteti in plic sau pe mailul: cristian.pompei@lumeamisterelor.com

  • contact

    Postat de gabriela

    Buna ziua d-le Cristian Pompei,
    va urmaresc cu interes de foarte mult timp si as vrea sa va povestesc un vis pe care l-am povestit unui psiholog si a fost impresionat...cum as putea sa i-au legatura cu dvs.?
    multumesc

  • Stan

    Postat de Cristian Pompei

    V-am trimis datele mele de contact pe mail.Ne auzim cu date concrete.

  • propunere de afacere care am trimiso dl cristian pompei

    Postat de stan teodor

    am trimis mesajul-pe adresa sau la pagina sau siteul care prezinta acolo la acolo inde scrie trimiteti mesaj ptr revista la contact revista unde sant prezentate si nr de telefoane fixe si parca era si adresa revistei si nr de fax

  • lena

    Postat de Cristian Pompei

    Nu este chiar atit de rau visul , dar va rog sa imi trimiteti mai multe detalii, de preferinta intr-o scrisoare.

  • mister

    Postat de Lena

    iarasi eu,sper ca nu deranjez...vreau sa va povestesc despre un vis pe care l-am avut azi-noapte,insa acest vis l-am mai visat de 2-3 ori,e tare ciudat.
    mama mea a decedat acum 2 ani iar in vis eu merg la ea la mormant si,cand ajung acolo,mama sta deasupra mormantuluiadica e moarta,in sicriu,insa nu e in pamant asa cum este in realitate,ci deasupra mormantului .
    tin sa mai spun ca pamantul de pe mormant e negru si foarte,,proaspat,,ca sa zic asa,si apoi ma trezesc ,de fiecare data...e ciudat si infiorator,sper ca nu v-am speriat,glumesc.

  • lena

    Postat de Cristian Pompei

    10 reprezinta sfirsitul unui cicle si inceputul altuia, mai ales la tot ceea ce este legat de comunicare, putere, actiuni juritice, etc.Tinem legatura

  • mistere

    Postat de Lena

    anul acesta voi implini o anumita varsta si am remarcat ca datele sunt cu cifra 10,adica 10-x-2010...credeti ca are vreo semnificatie aceasta data?
    multumesc pt raspuns...

  • lena

    Postat de Cristian pompei

    Nu este nimic anormal.Este posibil sa fie o iubire mai veche si , de ce nu una noua.Nu trebuie sa va speriati este normal sa vedeti unele lucruri.Tinem legatura.Red sef, Cristian Pompei

  • mistere

    Postat de lena

    mi se intampla ceva uimitor si nu pot sa inteleg unele chestii...cum se face sa vad o persoana[un barbat,in cazul meu]si sa am acest sentiment atat de profund,de iubire,pot sa spun.
    nu l-am intalnit in realitate,doar l-am vazut in poze si am impresia ca il cunosc dintotdeauna.simt ceva puternic cand ma uit in ochii lui si,culmea,el nu mai este printre noi,insa eu sunt tare indragostita de el...am impresia ca,intr-o alta viata,am fost impreuna...suna aiurea,nu-i asa?as fi fericita daca mi-a-ti raspunde.

  • Piramida holografica din ceahlau, 2010 (video, 1:44min)

    Postat de Ceahlau

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wuRXqOz030

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