How did I come to feel that my life was given by deities?

That understanding developed gradually when I later revisited illness, dreams, and life events. Some things initially left me doubtful. I did not know their meaning from the beginning.

Around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, several nights of high fever and weakness led to repeated emergency visits, although daytime felt normal. Hospital examinations later led doctors to suspect pneumonia, and antibiotics preceded recovery and discharge. At the time I strongly felt I was approaching death, even asking relatives why they were not sad.

Years later I met a colleague studying Western esotericism. Touching my hand and sensing energy, the colleague said I had already died once and my current life was divinely given. Wondering when that could have happened, since I had no memory, I gradually recalled the illness and earlier dreams.

In a dream, a train passed through my body. Feeling I had become a spirit, I urgently cried skyward that I did not want to die. A little girl appeared and invited me to take money. I took two hundred thousand dollars, felt it was enough, and took no more. The scene shifted to a temple square where I kept crying until a thunderclap woke me covered in sweat. Religiously, I understood it as the Thunder Lord's help, and willingness to be content rather than greedy as a test.

Reality also brought two hundred thousand dollars, making the experience especially memorable. A company wanted chess-divination material for software. I organized existing writing and licensed it for one year. While considering whether to ask fifty or sixty thousand, they offered two hundred thousand and later sent a check. Matching dream and real amounts deeply moved me. I saw unexpected affinity and felt more confident of divine arrangements.

The order matters: the colleague's later comment led me to connect earlier illness, dreams, and life events. These reflections increased willingness to serve deities and help beings. Yet grand-sounding heavenly missions are each person's lessons. Different lessons have value when fulfilled. Comparing with others is unnecessary and should not diminish you.

Another close call around twenty reminds me of life's value. After poor sleep and morning swimming, I drove the Beiyi Highway and fell asleep returning. The car swerved and finally stopped in a ditch beside the mountain wall. A couple behind also stopped to check on me. I thank deities and those helpers. This is why I keep reminding people not to drive tired. Extra rest is preferable to risking life. Cherishing divine opportunities also requires personal caution.