I was in a big circle of pleople, all dressed Naqshbandi. By my side a Spanish sister (I don´t know her). We were in a hill and far we could see the ocean. Suddenly from a small house appears Sheik Nazim, (I never meet him). He started to jump and dance and run so fast, like light velocity, and appears in front of me. He looks like now. He holds my hands and closed his eyes. When he opens, his eyes were black, and said to me “we miss you upstairs”. I started to cry and said to him, “I miss you too”, then disappears. The sister who is beside me says to me, “don’t tell this to anybody, people are envious”. When I wake up I feel very strange. I can’t forget that image and his words. I try to be best mureed everyday. It’s really difficult to me, I’m so weak.
audhu billah mina ‘sh-shaytani ‘r-rajeem,
Bismillahi ‘r-Rahmani ‘r-Raheem,
It means that your spiritual trust is with Shaykh Nazim and to keep following his teachings within your heart and behaviors.