i can recall only two wonderful dreams that i have had during this life time, the first one i want to talk about was a dream i had when i was 33 am 53 now, within the dream i had a feeling of pleasure, untouched happiness, and joy beyond any feeling that i had felt before this feeling pleasure was not of a sexual nature, thou i feel making love should have one feeling, the joy was from a place that i had never before,There was a voice, only a voice no image in this dream, and the only action that took place was myself and that voice laughing, it was a short dream but in that reality it as like eternity, there was only one obstetrical that could be no lies or guilty from lies bought into the dream the voice never relayed this to me but for some reason i never this is what i needed to do for this dream to be. so my heart and souls was emptied of all worries, as the dream ended i could still hear the laughter of that voice, it was intoxicating, contagious. much like the laughter i had wished for during my childhood. i didn't want it to end, it felt although there was something missing , something that i had field to accomplish even though it was one of the best dreams i had ever had .When i woke up i got a pen and paper to try and transcript what that dream meant to me, i awoke with only pieces of a dream
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream,
with this feeling of ecstasy, what could this dream 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 been and angle from heaven above,
am not really certain that what i conceived was feelings 0f true love
no love I've ever had, has made me feel that way.
only forbidden thoughts of love had always 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, stemming for the Power to change form in peoples 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 entities 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. Morpheus has the ability to mimic 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 attached to us.
1. "When Jacob rolled the stone off well,
other option were closed,
My history opened.
But my voice remained inside, in the hollow echo"
Hypos
personification of Sleep
All that i know about Hypnos is that he dwell in a cave in the underworld who's mansion does not see the light of day, neither the sitting of the sun, at the entrance of his mansion are poppies and other hypnotic plants, there 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 sequence 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 assistance where there is entail bliss, these entities would be trap in the underworld for eternity. these gods are the fallen Celestial 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 existence, But if this happen for every human Time would cease to exist and so would all the physical personification of those that had fallen. when those celestial fell everything that was, and would be from physical emery fell with them, so of these connection/bloodlines will never be re-connection, and some will find a way to connect the ending back to the being and have peace within It like having a family member that you weather not have as blood kin, and a friend that is there for you until the end that 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, due to this sacrifice. 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 allotted 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
what's better than to be happy and at ease?
In an hesitance that only you have conceived
black and gray or both sleep the day away"
poem by anonymous
i can remember 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 remember her saying that i was either coming or going to Hell. Now i know that needing that water was tool of these entries 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 listened hard
over the sources
hear what rivers veins
are telling their shores.....
while trying to research my bloodline, needing to know where and from whom 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 problem of trying to figure out to what white master we we traded into. my tree stop at my great great great grandfather who was original one of the white Haitian that left when most of the white's moved to Europe, this is when our religion Voodoo was band from us to practice it and they being practicing Catholicism, 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 started at the being.
