While visiting a gas/petrol station in Brenyekwa. To obtain the telephone number of a particular realtor whom I had previously met, and who had taken me on a tour of several plots in a Sofokyere subdivision, which were up for sale three years ago. I ran into a gorgeous young woman. Tall, slender, and beautiful. From her associate, I obtained the name and telephone number of the real estate agent that I sought. As fate would have it, I lost his contact details and had to return to the gas station. On my second visit, I observed for the first time just how spacious and well-equipped it was with various facilities and amenities. At that time, I continued the conversation that I had initially struck up with my new admirer. When we first met, she pointedly told me during our initial conversation that I was handsome. And wondered out vocally exactly where I was from. I explained to her that, although I had lived in several countries, I was an American citizen. “I think you are gorgeous,” I continued, “How would you like a good man to take care of you?” Her response was, “I will think about it.” That was good enough for me; therefore, the chase was on.
I called the telephone number I was given and was directed to another number belonging to a Mr. Atta. When I called him, he explained that the proprietor was Mr. Blessing. After holding telephone conversations with both of them, we all agreed to meet over the weekend, in front of the grocery store opposite the Joeman’s borehole on Sofokyere Avenue. The purpose of our meeting was for them to take me to the property that was up for sale. All three of us got into an Okada, and after about 30 minutes of driving over asphalt and dirt roads, we were finally standing on Plot #84 in one of the Kato property subdivisions. To my surprise, construction had already commenced on the site. Although the progress on the building itself was minimal, it was nevertheless quite visible. The foundation was firmly in place, and all the rooms were already laid out. I felt terrific, especially since I had been previously advised by the original agent that the proprietor (s) were selling that lot for only 25,000.00 GHS. There was a great deal of shrubbery and overgrowth of grass and small trees all around the emerging structure. I suggested to the owner that he should have the site cleared of all weeds and trees so that I could see everything clearly without any visual impediments. He agreed to do so promptly, and two weeks later, we all returned to the property for a more comprehensive assessment.
The following week, I visited the gas station in Brenyewka to present my newfound friend with a Carton of Vanilla Ice Cream. I had to wait for her to return to her office because she was one of the business executives there and was out making some of her usual rounds. She finally arrived after about one hour of waiting, and we began to chat about a wide range of subjects, including religion, politics, her educational background, and her family. By and large, I kept my mouth shut and listened attentively because I know that one of my weaknesses is my tendency to talk too much. A terrible habit indeed, and one with which I had struggled over the years. Being able to keep one’s mouth shut is a sign of courtesy and wisdom, both of which are ultimately rewarded. Finally, I bid my hosts farewell, as I was loath to overstay my welcome. After shutting the door behind me, I proceeded to walk along the external passageway, which provided a panoramic view of the property, the gas pumps, and their attendants. As I continued my exit, I eventually came to the top of the flight of stairs that led to the ground floor and proceeded to carefully descend them. About halfway down, I couldn’t help noticing a gorgeous grey Siamese cat perched on top of the wall that separated the rear of the property from its neighbour. I stood there for a few moments staring at that feline omen. At least, based on my unique background and all my previous paranormal experiences, that’s what it seemed to be. This was a warning to me, and although I knew what it meant: “You trust someone that you shouldn’t.” I was not sure to whom it was referring.
The Spirit of God is everywhere, and He communicates in manifold ways by blatant or subtle measures, depending on who is the object of his messages. In my case, such communication was usually conveyed through dreams, visions in broad daylight, or some other natural occurrence that was pregnant with meaning. Over the years, I had learned to recognise them whenever I saw them. One thing is abundantly clear: The Lord Almighty communicates, but He doesn’t like to shout, repeat Himself, or send messages to people who are so detached from reality that they simply fail to pay attention. At first, I thought I was being warned against my newfound female friend. Based on the cat’s pedigree, I knew that this was a critically important premonition. However, instead of jumping to conclusions or making any sudden decisions, I waited patiently for further developments to unfold that would eventually clarify the exact meaning of this warning. That’s another aspect of The Spirit’s communication methodologies. His revelations are invariably progressive. Therefore, sometimes, to grasp the whole purpose of a revelation, the recipient of the message will need to wait for God’s purpose and whole meaning to unfold.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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