Haqiqatul-Wahi (The Philosophy of Divine Revelation)

by Hazrat Mirza Ghulam Ahmad

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Haqiqatul-Wahi (The Philosophy of Divine Revelation) — Page 325

POSTSCRIPT-SIGN NUMBER 106 325 Second, is it possible for the dreams or revelations received in the form of a warning to be deferred or not? Third, is it possible for a patient, who has been reduced to a mere skeleton, to be cured through prayer or not? Thus, I started to pray on this basis. I swear by Him in whose hands my life is, that his condition began to change for the better simultaneously with the prayer. In the meantime, I saw him in another dream walking in the courtyard on his own feet, whereas his real con- dition was such that he needed assistance even to change his side on the bed. After I had prayed for fifteen days, there were visible signs of recovery in his condition and he expressed his desire to walk a few steps. He got up with a little assistance and started walking with the help of a stick and then he discarded the stick. He was restored to full health in a few days. After this, he lived for fifteen years and then he died, which shows that God had changed the fifteen days of his life into fifteen years. Such indeed is our God who also maintains the power even to change His prophecies; albeit our adversaries aver that He is not Omnipotent. 106. [ONE HUNDRED-SIXTH] SIGN-Once I beheld God Almighty in a spiritual manifestation. I wrote many prophecies with my own hand which meant that such and such events should happen and then I presented that paper to God Almighty for His signature. Allah the Almighty signed it without any hesitation in red ink. At the time of signing, He flicked the pen as one does when the pen carries more than the required amount of ink-then He affixed His signature. I was very emotional at that time with the thought of how great the kindness and favour of God Almighty is upon me that God Almighty has placed His signature on whatever I desired without any hesitation. Right at that moment I woke up. Miyāń ‘Abdullāh of Sanaur was kneading my feet at that time in the mosque chamber. In front of him, out of nowhere, drops of red ink fell on my shirt and on his cap also. The strange thing