Ancient Combatants and the Flying Disc

Last night, I was reading my book Ruled by Secrecy by Jim Marrs, when I dozed off and had a dream of two ancient soldiers in combat with each other. They were both shielded. The weaker of the two had a round bronze type of shield and he was overtaken by the stronger soldier, whose shield seemed to be more squarish. The stronger of the two had his foot standing on top of the shield of his weaker opponent, pinning his opponent facedown to the ground. Then in what seemed to be an act of mercy, he stepped off the shield, to allow his weaker opponent a respite. Immediately his opponent stood up and lunged forward and produced a spear that went through the jugular (where the neck met the torso) of his generous opponent. And that is where this particular dream ended and I woke up to turn off the lights and got into bed.

During the night I had another dream, one which was far more disturbing. In the dream, I stepped outside of my parent’s house to find all these people and young adults milling about. It was very late at night. Suddenly, a fog set in and in the fog I saw a huge flying disc with a globe descend rapidly. For some reason I knew this was bad. I told people not to go near it. Some people ran off, but others’ remained transfixed by the UFO. The flying disc was huge, bigger than my parent’s house, hovering above us. Suddenly, the small globe underneath it started to glow with different colors and patterns. People were tempted to goto it and in doing so they were impaled by a tentacle and taken onboard the flying ship. I tried to ignore it and other people also did. The flying disc tried a new tactic to lure people; it shut off all of its lights – the globe underneath became black. Some people thought it things were ok, but no sooner had they entered the danger zone, they were impaled by the tentacles and brought onboard. Not quite sure how this dream ended – but I woke up very distraught over this dream.

A Vision of a Daughter within a Dream

I haven’t posted anything regarding my dreams lately, even though I had quite a number of them since my last post. Anyways, I had a dream this past weekend, which is akin to the dreams/premonitions I had regarding my niece and nephews, before they were born. Also, it is coinciding with a project I am working on regarding a female child and the way she is born – such as the Goddess Athena daughter of Zeus in Greek Mythology.

On Saturday night of June 7, 2008, I dreamt about a daughter being born to us. She had aspects of her mother, her nose, and eyes and very fair skin. However she had dark hair, like mine, and a few beauty marks on her left cheek and on her chin. I remember being elated to see her, from a baby into a young little girl. I really wanted to hear her speak and talk and tell me what she was thinking. However, she was deaf and her sounds were muted. I remember a feeling of separation, because I couldn’t understand what she was going through. The one thing I wanted to know about her more than anything was her name. But the dream ended before this was revealed. Perhaps I shall dream of her again and will remember to ask her.

This dream is haunting in a way. I sometimes think that I am being contacted by our actual daughter who hasn’t been born yet, that maybe she is trying to communicate to us about herself.

The Saucer and the Ghosts

I was at the end of the street that my parents live. There is a patch of grass and a water sprinkler [village sprinkler pool] at the end of their street. I was standing in the grass looking in the sky towards the north. To the west I looked and saw what looked like a “helicopter” flying east incredibly fast for a helicopter. It flew over my head and disappeared in the east. A few minutes later the helicopter [same object] again appeared in the west flying east and disappeared. It kept doing this and each time, the copter’s speed across the sky above and overhead increased greatly. It was obviously going too fast for a helicopter or even a jet. Then as I looked for maybe the fourth or fifth time, the copter did not look like a copter, but a saucer and flew across the sky in a flash, but with one minor detail, there was another “saucer” behind it, but it appeared as a “ghost”. It was transparent to a degree. For some reason I felt that it was only an illusion of seeing two saucers in the sky. In my gut I knew that what I was seeing was one and the same craft and that the speed of the craft was causing the effect of seeing two crafts. This continued and continued and finally I saw, instead of one “ghost” following the solid craft, I saw several “ghosts” of the craft, one right after almost on top of each other fly with a speed my eyes could no longer keep up with. Somewhere a radio was playing in my head bringing news reports of an object that has exceeded and shattered our understanding of the limit of how fast objects can reach in our atmosphere and that this particular object was traveling around the world in the sky in seconds as if there was no atmosphere and no friction to contend with.

I remember feeling this was a breakthrough advance for science and aviation travel. However this is all I could remember of this dream. The secrets behind its speed, its overcoming of friction and the atmosphere will have to remain hidden until someday someone or something solves it.

Who I Am May Never Be

The Voyage of Who I Am May Never Be is a poem I felt I needed to write, a vessel I needed to build, as I feel as though I am in a sea of change once again. For a long time I have been unable to Speak within the confines of the verbiage and vernacular of the Second Language I have spoken for and with most of my life. Although on the surface I am still recognizable, the transformation has just barely begun. In part, the poem is a reflection that I’ve failed and am failing in trying to understand my experience. I have no answers, all I have is a direction and a boat.  

 

Who I Am May Never Be
(A Voyage in Parts of Four)

To all who know me,

I

No longer shall I be
Whom You used to know
Pregnant with my Love for you,
I must leave, my Love, the place
I’ve come to know as my Home

I still see you in Thought and Dream
Pixie hair the Forest and the Trees
I can taste your lips and your breath on me
The soft white Bosom of a shy, beloved queen,
Raveling, unraveling
My everything

Where You once were,
A vacuum now has consumed
A Thousand Light Years Away,
Ten Thousand Centuries Ago,
An Orphan and Widow, have I stood

After a few Goodbyes were not enough,
Making coherent a world bereft of You
Has undone the Sinews of Reason and Thought
And split the Earth in Two

All the Oceans and the Seas
With a Shout and in a Blare,
Have awashed its waters all over me
Reckoning and Thrashing me about
In a Chorus of Raucous Cacophony

No longer shall I be
Whom You used to know
Heavy with Longing for you,
Has ravaged the world and place
That I once called Home

II

All that is before me is the Brine and Sea,
Where a Man of Old on a boat appears to be
Belly full of Tears of Endless Woe of Long Ago
Sorrow has Whet his Face and Body into Stone

The moment will arrive
Blind, I shall be, through these Eyes
My Vision is collapsing
It is getting closer now

The Cramping of the Womb,
The Widening of the Girth,
The Tumultous Changing of the Guard from
Contractions that shake and roll the earth

In the Bowels of a Man of Old
All that I am is drawing to a close
As my boat drifts aloft the deep Atrillean Sea
The birthing and endless babble of Storie, the Child
Shall be the death-knell of what’s left of me

III

You may not believe the reason for my going
You may not understand why it is
That I must leave
You may think this is
Who I am, or where I need to be

But who I am is not myself
The Armour upon my Flesh is not my skin
My Mouth is not a mouth,
But the Sword of an Infant King

If I shall return
From that Great Abode, Abyss and Sea
Know this, my Love, my Friend
Storie the Child has died giving Birth to Me
And You may see Me once again

I know not if that shall be
You may not be You
And I may never be

You may think this is who I am
Or where I need to be
But who I am is not myself
And my Face is not my face
But some other Face, indeed

IV

No longer shall You be
A Figment of my Memory,
Pregnant with my Love for You,
May give birth to a world and place
I can finally come Home to.

Yours truly,

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Vision: Entrapped in a Stain of Glass

Around 2000 or 2001 while at work, I had a peculiar experience take place while I was reading  – if my memory serves me correctly – Fanon’s The Wretched of the Earth in the break room.  All I remember was that at one moment I was reading my book and the next moment I was seeing a stain glass window and within a stick figure encased into the pattern of colors.  There was slight vibration along the outline of this figure, like the movement of the wings of a fly, very fast and very short. The movement continued and for awhile I am just watching it complacently.  Eventually the wheels of my brain began moving and I realized that this movement wasn’t abstract, it was alive and deliberate.  This figure encased in the window was trying to break free of the mold of the stain glass.  It was conscious. The more I watched, the stronger and more violent the vibrations became and at certain times, I could see his head completely move back and forth completely free, but only to be forced back into the pattern of the glass.  This did not deter the figure in any way, but only increased his resolve to break free.  Finally, in a tumult of violent shaking, his head swung free again and he slipped out of the pattern and the entire window around him shattered.  It was at this point, my vision faded and I found myself sitting in the break room looking up at the wall opposite me, suddenly filled with the realization that I had no idea how much time had passed…my book was overturned on the table. 

My mind was sent reeling: What had just happened, what did I just see? The one particular thing that bothered me was that I had no idea how this started.  Yet the vision itself I could definitely relate to Frantz Fanon himself, especially in another work of his I had read, Black Skin, White Masks – a book about how colonialism and racism forced blacks to adapt to its adverse affects and to completely control his actions and thoughts. 

The Stain Glass window reinforced this notion. 

The Mysterious Missile and The Space Children

In my dream last night, I found myself in a world where everyone I had met arrived.  I saw thousands of people and something was taking place I can’t quite figure out. People were being arbitrarily picked out from the crowd and dissapeared.  In this melee people were dispersed, people formed groups and then they were dispersed even more.  No one could really stay within a certain group, and yet in this confusion, people wanted to stick together.  It was a world spiraling out of control.  Finally darkness fell and a transition in my dream occurred.

I found myself in the woods looking up at the night sky.  It was black and full of stars.  I then began to hear a noise and when I searched I saw what at first looked like a plane in the distance near the horizon, rising up.  But I soon noticed it was traveling too fast across the sky to be a plane.  It shot over me and the body of it looked like a missile of some sort, but in the dark it was hard to make it out.  It dissapeared at the other end of the black sky and I stood there waiting for some type of explosion that never came.  Before I knew it morning came and I realized I was waiting for some people to arrive.  I was startled to find out that not only they had come, but they were waiting for me.  As commotion about their arrival stirred, I saw them.  They were 12 year old children, about four or five of them.  Under a patch of pine trees and barren earth, they were talking with each other like teens do, and their space suits and helmets neatly packed beside them.  I wasn’t expecting them to be ready so early, in fact I was expecting them to be still in their space uniforms, coming back from their mission.  Something was not right. How did they get here so fast without my noticing? And secondly, did this have anything to do with that “missile’ I saw last night?  Something took place and I missed it.  Everything about this was strange. As I approached them, one of the children saw me and with brightness on his face began to start towards me.  He was stopped by an older child who also sensed this strangeness.  In this moment, I realized that the child was holding a frog or a toad he had found in the woods.  It had leaped out of his hands and floated upwards, surprising all of us.  Suddenly something stumbled from out of the woods into our area.  It was like a giant jellyfish, but different. It was a creature I’ve never seen before. It barreled towards the children.  As it arrived in their vicintity, it shriveled up and died.  Whatever this strangeness was, it was a life and death issue.  This incident made me unsure of where the line of normal physics and life met with ultra-strangeness.  I did not venture forth to meet the children, and neither did they ventured forth from the area they occupied. And then I woke up.

The Dagger and the Giant

I wanted to share with you a dream I had last night. Actually this is a second time I dreamt this.  In my dream there was quite alot of incoherency taking place, as do all dreams when they first start out, and out of this incoherency I saw two women in a room.  There in the room was a large-sized map laid out on a table in which I saw great land masses, mountain ranges, and systems of rivers.  The one woman spoke to the other – relating some news of some kind.  The other woman’s response was outrage and anger at somebody – who was not present in the room. Vowing vengeance of some kind ["The Scorpion!" she cried] she withdrew a dagger which she immediately stabbed the map that was on the table.  The dagger went through an area of a large river.  The weird thing was – just as she did this – I was suddenly transported to this very place in the physical, watching an enormous blade of the dagger coming down from the clouds into the large blue river in which I saw ancient navy vessels of some sort.  The enormous blade began moving down the river (it was huge) seeking whomever it was seeking to impose its wrath upon.  I followed it as I saw we were passing small towns and cities on the river – of an ancient people who were frightened by this enormous dagger.  This was not the first time they had seen such a thing and they were very scared by it.  I could see small people fishing in the river and the enormous dagger moved through their fishing waters – just following the river in all its turns and stretches – like a shark.  Then I found myself in an area by the river in a fog.  The blade of the dagger nowhere to be found, but I still had the feeling it was still searching down the river.  Out of the fog I saw two enormous hands cupped together and in the palms of these hands were frightened people.  The fog cleared and before me I saw an enormous giant.  He was all furry and he was moving quickly down the river with all these small people in his hands.  And as he was carrying them to safety, I could hear this meditative hum [almost like the choir of angels] which gradually grew louder and then the sound of his every step which shook the earth.  And then my dream ended as my alarm went off…  

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Guided by the Spirit of Native American Angels

Not sure exactly how to describe this dream.  I fell asleep on the couch, woke up at 4am went to my room and tried to sleep but couldn’t.  I had two hours before I had to get up for work.  About an hour later I was getting sleepy again and I fell in and out of sleep with intermitten dreams.

This is what I remember. 

I remember a tall young man striding through what seemed to be a mansion of sorts, and as he was striding he was bringing his hands out in front of him together as in a prayer but then would separate his hands far and wide but still out in front of his chest.  He kept repeating this ritual of bringing his hands together and then spreading his arms wide over and over again.  He had long black hair, and a black shirt.  He also looked asian/native. 

Suddenly there were others like him [like duplicates] striding along with him, performing the same ritual simulatenously keeping in step with one another, as if it was a marching platoon.  Roughly there were about 6 in a row [all of which had a column of hundreds, thousands, millions of others]. My vantage point was from the side looking at the profile of this “platoon” of duplicates marching and passing in front of me as in review.  I then noticed the one duplicate [duplicate for lack of a better word] the farthest from me, did not look like the rest.  Rather in fact he was bigger and he looked more American Native, with an oversized head and long flowing silky black hair. Also this Native [who resembled the other duplicates in appearance] seemed to be a “spirit” as it floated next to this “platoon”. It was simply a head flotaing in sync with the march. It looked forward and straight as if it was suggesting that it was guiding them through history.  This Native also wore a black and red shawl over his shoulder.  I then realized that the closest duplicate to me also looked like a Native American spirit.  It was just as large, and also had a shawl over it’s shoulders.  It also had white angel wings. I noticed the other Spirit also had wings as well. 

Column 1 and Column 6 all transformed into these Native American Guardian Angels.

Diagram of the “platoon” from above:

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG  [Column 1]
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD  }
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD  }
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG  [Column 6]

                ^
               me
    (My vantage point)

G = Guardian Native Angel 
D = Duplicate of Asian/Native youth  
} = 2 rows

It seemed that they were protecting the people inside who were marching.  And as they did so, the entire rank and file – formation began to take off into the sky like jets taking off of a carrier following each other.  As I saw the entire columns flying up into the air, I noticed that the duplicates looked nothing like they had before.  They were skeletons but not of human origin but that of a beastly origin. They were huge, immense, ghastly looking.  They reminded me of H.R. Giger’s skeletons. The angels were still there and began to fill up the immense firmament until my eyes could see nothing but angels and their wings across my vision.  There were so numerous that I began to see Native American patterns to represent each and every angel. In fact the patern itself was quite simple and I say Native because that is what it reminded me of.  I felt like I was looking into an entire universe of repeated patterns so vast I could barely comprehend.

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Each =O|| represented an angel.  “=” and “||” were the wings attached to the body “O”. And when they changed flight or direction the “||” changed to “\\”.  The shift in flight happened in unison…so now the pattern looked like this:

=O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =
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=O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =O\\ =
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Then they reminded me of stars in the heavens and soon after I woke up the entire dream still fresh in my memory.