pieces of a dream
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream,
with this feeling of extacy that, what could this mean.
the very thought of that joy, that evades me doing day light,
slipped it way into my soul for only one night.
i still can feel the love in his tone, why did it only last until the dawn.
could it have be and angle for heaven above,
i not really certaing what i concieved was lust,
no love i've ever had, has made me feel that way.
only forbidden thoughts of love has ever led me astray
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream
Morpheus God Of Dreams
As you my no Morpheus is the Greek God of dreams he is also known as the the shape, stemimg for the Power to change form in peopes dreams, with the help of his brothers.Thanatos ( Personification of Death), and Phobetor, (Personification of Nightmares) and appeared in dreams as animals or monsters. His counterpart is Somnia (Insomnia the inability to fall asleep)the four of these enitues dwell in the underworld.
When we in the between realm of sleep there is a micro period of time that these entities has control of The Power Sleep. Morphesus has the ability to minic any human form and appear as that form in your dream, his true from is that of a spirit (ghost) so he must have the consent of the sleeper to inter into their dream in their from. once he has that control he then has the power to control you dream, creating at will want he desire, and the ability to travel to and from our realm to his, having a ghostly spirit still attatched to us.
1. "When Jocob rolled the stone off well,
other option were closed,
My history opened.
But my voice remained inside,in the hollow echo"
Hypnos
Personication of Sleep
All that i know about Hypnos is that he dwell in a cave in the underworld whos mansion does not see the light of day, neither the sitting of the sun, at the entrance of his manison are poppies and other hypnotic plants, therre is no gate or door for fear the creaking of the hinges would wake him, a river runs through the cave, this river is know as the River of Forgetfulness.There is another river in the under world know as the Stygian this is where the Souls of the Dead hat to cross (Styx)
This is why most people can not recall their dreams, and if your are able to remember it, its never in it entirety or in sequece our memories of the events that occur while we slumber are rearrange by these entities as to lead us off the path of which we have planned. when we sleep this is the closet to death that we come without actually dying, so we are on the other side of our lives, the lives that these entities wish to keep us from. if every human would make it across to the other side of our exsistance where there is ential bliss, these enities would be trap in the underworld for enternity. these gods are the fallen Celestail ones from the being of time. and if human ones take back the authority that was given to them to control there will on the other side, we would realize where in time and space we belong to reach that higher plan of existance, But if this happen for every human Time would cease to exsit and so would all the physical personifaction of those that had fallen. when those celestial fell everything that was, and would be from phyiscal enery fell with them, so of these connection/bloodlines will never be reconnection, and some will find a way to connect the ending back to the being and have peace within It like having a famliy member that you wearther not have as blood kin, and a friend that is there for you until the end thats how a friend at end times become blood out side the womb, family by faith. Hypothetically, if at the end you had to choose between a family member that had tainted the family bloodline and this action keeps you repeating the same life time over and over and this member never changes his action so that your be able to change yours. Now there is a friend that always places them selves as a bridge to crossover the Stygian River and you always turn away leaving them to repeat there life time, dure to this sacafice. these are the moments that i spoke of in a early blog when you know something should change and finally you know what and when, will you chose differently?
I think a man's seventy years are few!
of his hundred that are alloted to him as his life span
Thirty are lost
Ten are spent as a foolish child
another Ten spent completely decrepit (lying)
The fifty left divide into days and nights
only half sees the light of day
Whats better than to be happy and at ease?
In an exsitance that only you have concieved
black and gray or both sleep the day away
i can rememer around the time i was six until adult hood dream of waking up in the middle of the nights and i would have a need for ice cold glass of water, this occur nearly every night, in the dream I ask my mother why was it that i need water so badly. i can remeber her saying that i was ither coming or going to Hell. Now i know that needing that water was tool of these enties so that i would forget the dream.
BEWARE
from POEM OF THE END
But for two even mornings
joy is too small
as you draw inside
turn your face to the wall
for the Spirit' a pilgrim (a traveler)
walks alone its way
let your hearing drop
to the primal clay
adam listen hard
over the sources
hear what rivers veins
are telling their shores.....
while trying to research my bloodine, needing to know where and from who'm i bore from, it was really hard for me. Being that most of Blacks gets to a point in our family tress where the branches becomes to confusing and with the additional problam of trying to figure out to what white master we we traded into. my tree stop at my great great great grandfather who was orignal one of the white hitian that left when most of the white's moved to europe, this is when our religion Voodu was band from us to pratice it and they being praticing cathlicism, buts that another blog i'll get to it in time, its funny how everything is so connect but sooner or later that same connection will lead you astray on the path you strated at the being.
Hitian believe that going under hypnosis is a doorway for spirit from the other side to travel into this existance. Poppies are the symbol for this entites, and in medical term opium and morphine is made using poppies plants, Harion is another one of the hypnotic drugs that is use widely in cultures today.