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Last night I tried to meditate on the brazier I saw. When I brought it to mind, it would quickly fade. I was struggling to keep it as I saw it the other day. Then I tried to focus in on what was behind the brazier, maybe on a wall. I saw a painting of a line of chariots with men holding bows that are drawn like they are in battle or on parade. That quickly faded and I asked to see more. I was told no and the brazier started to fade again. I said yes, I want to see more and it came back into my view. I asked again to see more and was told no.
I insisted and the brazier came into full view like I was there physically. Something to my right caught my attention. I move to an open doorway that leads to the outside. I see a boy who looks to be about 12 playing around a column that is close to where I am standing. He is laughing and hiding from someone on the other side of the column. It looks like they are playing hide and seek or catch me if you can. He is absolutely beautiful with a joyful, happy, strong Spirit. I suddenly get an overwhelming sense of being separated from him for too long. I look at him with a sense of longing and start to cry from a deep place in my soul.
Afterthoughts: When the vision ended I realized why I was told no when I asked to see more.
I attached a picture of similar clothing that he was wearing. The picture shows a collar and upper arm bands and he was not wearing those. The head covering, wrist bands and skirt were similar to what he was wearing.
I insisted and the brazier came into full view like I was there physically. Something to my right caught my attention. I move to an open doorway that leads to the outside. I see a boy who looks to be about 12 playing around a column that is close to where I am standing. He is laughing and hiding from someone on the other side of the column. It looks like they are playing hide and seek or catch me if you can. He is absolutely beautiful with a joyful, happy, strong Spirit. I suddenly get an overwhelming sense of being separated from him for too long. I look at him with a sense of longing and start to cry from a deep place in my soul.
Afterthoughts: When the vision ended I realized why I was told no when I asked to see more.
I attached a picture of similar clothing that he was wearing. The picture shows a collar and upper arm bands and he was not wearing those. The head covering, wrist bands and skirt were similar to what he was wearing.