The vision incurred by stepping where I had no business to.
Venus, Bright Star of Heaven, Glory of Womanhood! She did embrace me completely and sweep me up into her wake. As Hathor did I speak the words of Venus. She draped her light about my arms as a feathered cloak, and the Uraeus upon my head did become a headdress of 18 snakes draped over head and shoulders. As Hathor, did I open my mouth and speak:
(Before my eyes, I saw a vision of multitudes of heavy chains)
The Woman is bound! Release Her!
(A vision of a healthy naked, black skinned woman, bound in heavy chains. The weight prevents her from rising off her knees, but she struggles against them fiercely and with determination.)
Her path is not yours to decide.
Undo Her fetters completely!
If She moves, it is by Her will.
If She remains, it is by Her will.
(The vision moves to Her face, it is familiar to me. Her skin is black as darkest night. Her eyes glow with power and the iris is silver. The face grimaces in simmering anger.)
She shall be free. One way or another.
It will be better for you, that you release Her.
For if She releases Herself, She will destroy you completely.
Free the Woman bound!
The form of Hathor-Venus lifts off of me. I saw Her standing before me, Her arms outstretched over me. “The words are spoken. Depart.”
The vision ends abruptly, I scramble for journal and pencil and write all I saw before the memory fades. I note the time, what felt like 5 minutes of experience had been 45 minutes of passing.
While journeying over There, I was challenged by a warden of sorts. He demanded to know who I was. He didn’t care where I was going or who I was going to see. All that mattered was “Who are you?”.
I gave him no name. No grand title nor position nor nickname nor nomenclature. Instead, I answered with many, many descriptors.
“I am She that kissed Death yet lives. I am the tree that [hidden name] carved as He willed. I am the venom of the Cobra and the coils thereof…”
(Lots more, but you get the idea.)
Continue reading “Dream: What’s in a Name?”
Had a horrid dream last night. I had to workout a math equation in my head. The more I focused on it, the greater the surrounding darkness tried to stop me.
If I diverted my attention to defending myself, the numbers slipped away and I had to start over. I got to the point where I just went ahead with the math and if the Darkness destroyed me, oh well.
So I did the equation, arriving at a result, and converted that result to the proper format. And the Darkness fell upon me and ripped me bodily apart.
I woke up screaming. Was hard to go back to sleep.
(108 * 4 * 2)/60
The answer is in decimal minutes. Convert to min:sec for complete answer.
I know what the numbers refer to in the mundane. I wonder if they have an esoteric importance as well.
And yes, my math in the dream was correct.
I was a teacher at a school. Just caught a kid trying to sneak drugs into the class to sell. Made him stand out in the hall. We just stood there, waiting for the police to show. He was bragging that nothing would happen to him, that he’d be back home that night. I was warning him that nothing is ever hidden forever, and if he didn’t stop this shit, he was going to hurt himself more than anyone else could. Continue reading “Dream: PSA”
I’m running. The upper third and ceiling of the hall is lined with pipes. Some of them are leaking steam into the hallway, but I’m not close enough to the venting to be burned by it.
I’m clothed in nondescript clothing. The fabric covers me loosely and adequately. It reminds me somewhat of nurse’s scrubs, except the color is dark sand instead of hospital blue. Continue reading “Dream: Of Gods And Water”
I wake in a start. There were echoes of a strange dream involving volcanoes. I shook my head, and shook them away. A low rumble, and my little sister’s picture walked across the desk. My little sister? But… Continue reading “Dream: Volcano Part 2 of 2”
It starts out, as all horror/disaster movies do, on a very nice day. My (real) parents, my (real) daughter, and I were enjoying a lazy Saturday doing absolutely nothing. Napping lightly in my bed, the house shakes with a steady, low rumble. Living in earthquake territory in real life, such a low shaking is not even worthy of adjusting the pillow. The four of us quip back and forth to each other about the so-called quake. Continue reading “Dream: Volcano Part 1 of 2”
Short version = A recurring dream is bugging me again. I keep replaying part of an unusual event. Lately a stone I currently have in my collection is being featured in that dream. Continue reading “Dream: Replay”
I found myself walking in the Dreaming last night. (One day, I’ll settle on my terminology.) I was walking through a forest, tracking something. Silly me, I didn’t pay attention to the tracks I thought I was following, nor to my surroundings. The trees were talking to me as I passed them, each tree -speaking- a word of a sentence, the complete sentence played out as I passed the stands. Like the whole forest was speaking. Continue reading “Dream: Bear, Oh My!”