The land wasn’t generating any income, and my bills were piling up. I made the difficult decision to sell it.
I thought this would solve all my problems. The papers were ready, and I had a buyer willing to pay more than I ever imagined.
That night, I went to bed feeling uneasy. Strange thoughts filled my mind, and sleep was hard to find. Around midnight, I had a dream that shook me completely.
I saw the land bathed in golden light, with voices calling my name. Shadows of my ancestors appeared, pointing to the trees and fields. They seemed upset, yet protective. I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart racing.
I couldn’t ignore the dream. Something told me that selling the land without understanding its history would bring misfortune. To Read More, Tap Here.