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FOR ABOUT A YEAR NOW I HAVE BEEN MINISTERING TO RICHARD PRYOR. I see
my souls in dreams - souls in purgatory - souls on earth. I see what
state they are in, their inner spiritual state, the good, the bad and
the ugly - and Richard's was pretty bad.
About a year ago I had a dream regarding a suicide. I was there to
prevent the man from going to Hell! It was one of the most
frightening dreams I had ever had, the kind that make you cringe and
wish you were not there. A man impaled himself on a cross, literally,
by his own wish, impaled himself, and he had no head! Somehow God had
me appear right there to make sure he would not go to Hell! I had no
idea who the man was. I assumed he was a man who actually did kill
himself and my presence helped.
A short time later, I had more dreams, a few, and they were concerning
Richard Pryor. Why was I dreaming of him? Was he dead? I asked my
webman. He looked it up and said no, Mr. Pryor was still living.
Then I realized that the suicide dream was about his 1980 freebase
cocaine incident, which he claimed was a suicide attempt. My being
there prevented his death (so it seems to me based on the dream I
had), as he was indeed on his way to Hell! Thereafter I was
ministering to him in the past year - apparantly preparing him for the
real death that was coming. He was in deplorable shape, but improving
with each dream I had. Just as with souls in purgatory, grace was
being transmitted to Richard Pryor through me.
I thought about it. The only conclusion I could come to was that God
wanted to help him. I knew him, and some sort of a link had been
made. He needed help and apparantly deserved it, so God gave him help
through me. I accepted it just as I accept any ministry to a soul in
purgatory. The fact that he was living was unusual - a special case.
Months passed and I forgot about him. Then upon getting up on the
10th of December I recorded a dream. This was the dream.
'I See Frank Sinatra' Dream
I go to a nightclub where Frank Sinatra is seated before a small group
- say 20-30 people - holding court. He is on some kind of stage about
a foot higher than the audience, and they are close and intimate. He
looks better than I have ever seen him. He does not look like
himself. About 40 years old with curly salt and pepper silver hair.
The atmosphere is calm, like he is just sitting there casually,
quietly, speaking with this group of people.
I approach sheepishly because I want to tell the story of when I first
met him (Frank) in purgatory and what he said to me was,
'Can I get a blow job?'
I tell them this story and say I hope it doesn't get me 'thrown out or
banned.' I am very shy about this.
He looks at me. He is not offended at all. Just takes it in stride.
I do not join his party but go off to the side, and sit on the floor
with my daughter near me.
He finishes his 'show' and is now going to his dressing room, which is
about 20 feet in front of me. The scenario of it is unusual.
It is a small room, and within it is a foldout couch. The room is
only about 7X7' approximately, and when the foldout couch is opened,
it extends out of the door of the room, and the bed is about 5X5'.
Now the unusual part happens.
Franks stands there and looks at me, summoning me with his eyes and a
nod. He asks his servant to call me so I can join him in the dressing
room, - a special priviledge.
I go there, but I decline to sit on the foldout bed, I just sit on the
floor with my daughter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
end of dream
Now I was thinking, why am I dreaming of Frank Sinatra? It does not
make sense. Frank is in Heaven - as I ministered to him years ago and
he rose up. What could this dream mean? I went to my computer to
answer mail and there was the announcement that R. Pryor was dead.
There it was. Sinatra, for some reason, represented Pryor. Now the
dream made sense. Let me run it by you again.
Richard Pryor Appears to Me Under the Guise of Frank Sinatra
I go to a nightclub where Frank Sinatra is seated before a small group
- say 20-30 people - holding court. He is on some kind of stage about
a foot higher than the audience, and they are close and intimate. He
looks better than I have ever seen him. He does not look like
himself, about 40 years old with curly salt and pepper silver hair.
The atmosphere is calm, like he is just sitting there casually,
quietly, speaking with this group of people.
*** THIS IS EXACTLY THE SCENE OF HOW AND WHERE I MET RICHARD PRYOR,
MANY YEARS AGO, IN LOS ANGELES. HE WAS IN A NIGHTCLUB SITTING AGAINST
THE WALL, AND ABOUT 20-30 PEOPLE SURROUNDED HIM AS HE HELD COURT. I
JOINED THE GROUP.
I approach sheepishly because I want to tell the story of when I first
met him (Frank) in purgatory and what he said to me was,
'Can I get a blow job?'
I tell them this story and say I hope it doesn't get me 'thrown out or
banned.' I am very shy about this.
*** THIS IS A TRUE STORY CONCERNING FRANK. BUT IT SORT OF APPLIES TO
RICHARD. BECAUSE RICHARD, IN REAL LIFE, WANTED TO HAVE A SEX
EXPERIENCE WITH ME, ALSO. (I DECLINED) AND SO, I AM ALLUDING TO THE
TIME RICHARD AND I SPOKE, AND I DECLINED HIS PROPOSITION. I AM
PERHAPS SHEEPISH BECAUSE IT MIGHT HAVE HURT HIS FEELINGS.
He looks at me. He is not offended at all. Just takes it in stride.
*** THIS IS TELLING ME IT WAS OK, HE WAS NOT OFFENDED.
I do not join his party but go off to the side, and sit on the floor
with my daughter near me.
*** IN DREAMS, MY DAUGHTER IS ALMOST ALWAYS MY FLESH. THE DREAMER IS
USUALLY THE SPIRIT - THE HIGHER SELF.
He finishes his 'show'
*** HIS 'SHOW' IS HIS LIFE! HE HAS FINISHED HIS LIFE, AND IS NOW
GOING TO HIS PLACE OF CONFINEMENT OR CLEANSING IN PURGATORY!
and is now going to his dressing room, which is about 20 feet in front
of me. The scenario of it is unusual.
It is a small room, and within it is a foldout couch. The room is
only about 7X8' approximately, and when the foldout couch is opened,
it extends out of the door of the room, and the bed is about 5X5'.
*** THE FACT THAT THE BED IS A PERFECT SQUARE IS A CLUE. THIS IS A
PLACE OF 'PERFECTION.' ITS MEANING WILL BE EVIDENT LATER ON.
Now the unusual part happens.
Franks stands there and looks at me, summoning me with his eyes and a nod.
*** WHEN THE FINAL CURTAIN HAS CLOSED, AND RICHARD HAS LEFT HIS
FRIENDS AND FANS, HE GOES TO HIS PLACE IN PURGATORY. AND THEN, THE
ONLY PERSON HE 'CALLS' IS MYSELF. WHY? GOOD QUESTION. THIS IS MY
ANOINTING. HE IS ABLE TO SEE ME, TO CONTACT ME, AND HAVE ME GO AND ON
SOME LEVEL, JOIN HIM IN HIS PURGATORIAL DOMAIN!
He asks his servant to assist me
*** GUARDIAN ANGEL
so I can join him in the dressing room, - a special priviledge.
I go there, but I decline to sit on the foldout bed, I just sit on the
floor with my daughter.
*** THE FACT THAT I DO NOT LOUNGE ON THE BED IS A CLUE OF WHY I HAVE
THIS SPECIAL PRIVILEDGE OF ASSISTING SOULS IN PURGATORY. IT IS MY
CELIBACY. THE BED MEANS 'PERFECT' BUT SITTING ON THE FLOOR WITH MY
DAUGHTER(FLESH) IS A SELF SACRIFICE. SAYING NO TO SEX, HUMBLY
SITTING ON THE FLOOR. THEREIN IS A TYPE OF PERFECTION CALLED
'CHASTITY' WHICH HAS GIVEN ME THE KEY TO ENTER PURGATORY!WONDERFUL
REVELATION!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now begins the cleansing of Richard Pryor with myself assisting. I
will certainly let the public know of his progress and when he enters
into Heaven!
Rasa Von Werder
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