Metaphysical Dreams/Arts Club
Danjummai
Posted 7/17/2006 2:13 PM (#703)
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Are you a Dreamer, Artist, Dream Interpreter, Arts Critic, and thinking of sharing your invaluable experience? Here is the place! I invite you to this little world! You may send in your Contributions on this thread. I think it'll be fun! You may also post 'Downloads' of the images you're able to capture from your dreams for appreciation!

'Inanimate Dreams,' or in other words, fiction, short stories, real life experiences, poetry - all works of art, fake and original, are equally welcome!

This is metaphysics! Appreciation! Giving and expecting Nothing!

Blessings!
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Danjummai
Posted 7/30/2006 6:54 AM (#754 - in reply to #703)
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The Star of David
It was the mountainous region that bordered Israel and Palestine. I was amidst Arabs at the top of the mountain. We watched a man that I perceived to be Abbas preparing to launch a rocket at an approaching Israeli military convoy. Abbas fired his rocket which we watched heading towards its target. The first car passed when the rocket hit. There was a large explosion which consumed the rest of the convoy. Abbas shot another rocket into the soil of Israel. The Israel military routed the mountainous region and nabbed Abbas. We watched as he was taken away.

Then we were in Israel to condole bereaved families of the soldiers killed. We walked atop marbled floor on which was designed the symbol: White Star Of David. A black Jewish soldier approached to teach us their custom of condolence. There was a bowl on a table containing a white substance which people dip their finger and stick to the centre of their foreheads and the right side of their heads. We followed the queue and did the same and I awoke.

QUESTIONS: What does the White Star Of David in this dream signifies? Second: is there any such Jewish custom as was depicted in this dream?

Shalom!
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Danjummai
Posted 8/16/2006 9:58 AM (#782 - in reply to #703)
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Two Headed Alien
I was drawn to the home of my late guardian. I found the gate blocked by worshipers. I found a way into the compound which I found to be packed with mourners. “Hajiya has passed on,” was the message in the air. I found Hajiya’s remains lying in the compound near the kitchen. They were waiting for me to pay my last respect before burial. There was an eerie feeling lurking in the air. I found relatives of Hajiya away from the corpse and rattling in fear. I took cue and watched from the distance. “She died in her prayer,” an elderly crier whispered to the hearing of all. To my amazement Hajiya’s body moved. She opened eyes glassy and weird and began beckoning to me to come forward. There was activity around her corpse. The corpse instantly began to rot and before very long had transformed into a jelly two-headed alien. “Come to me at once!” Hajiya commanded in a voice that was not hers.

The fear in the compound increased. But surprisingly I was not touched but still stood in the distance from her. My mind went past the scenario at hand. I saw myself as an exorcist before a wayward spirit. I intuitively began to pray. Hajiya was seemingly infuriated by the tilt of the event. She elongated her arm right up to my wrist and brought me face-to-face with her. I locked gaze with a pair of large angry eyes and a body most jelly. I still was not touched. I had confidence in the ring on the finger of my right hand. You will burn to ashes if you try to harm me!” I said. Hajiya mockingly smiled and formally took hold of the finger with the ring. I was provoked. Anger began charging in my veins for showdown. But I did not burst. I began to think things over. If this creature were to harm me I was in its grip to do so. The manner it held my hand and finger was painless. I was so engrossed in my thought when I heard it pleadingly say: “Release me!” There! I concluded. This creature was not to harm. It needed freedom. It must have been in bondage for long.

I was touched. I will have to release it. But first I must know what I was doing. I went into a museum where I was met by a friend. We worked the day going through compendiums on alien species. We later went into the museum bar to rest. We were just seated before drinks were brought when I remembered a document I have at home on the subject. I came out and my friend grudgingly behind. “You know I am thirsty and needed cold beer but you pulled us out into the field again.” He said. “You just keep the pace. Before very long you will come to rest as much as you want,” I said and hit full consciousness.

I have ‘download’ of what I was able to remember of the Two Headed Alien

Blessings!
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Danjummai
Posted 8/21/2006 12:21 PM (#792 - in reply to #703)
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Karma: The Monster
I was walking with Adam in the garden. We passed by an exceptionally fat woman. “This fat woman has a mother,” Adam said. I was made to understand that the fat woman was eldest daughter of her family. She recounted to us her story thus: “Why I look so fat and horrible is because I formerly worked with a poultry owned by the military. I used to steal chickens to feed on. This went on for a long time. One day I sneaked into the farm to steal not knowing a trap was set for me. As I entered the door locked and a monster appeared. I began to scream in fear until I fainted. I awoke thereafter and found myself looking this ugly and fat as the monster that I saw. The monster was shown us. It was a tall and huge black creature with blinded eyes and gagged mouth and ears. We were also shown the people that trapped the fat woman. We walked across a bridge and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 8/21/2006 12:33 PM (#793 - in reply to #703)
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Dream As Guide
I was with Adam and some friends. We sat discussing in a room. "There are people who through the power of faith and supplication are guided by their dreams. I know the supplication that will take one to that stage," he said. I replied: "Of course you do but that manner of search is too old and complicated. People will have to spend a large portion of their lives without attaining their goals. The surest way to the state of enlightenment is to be God conscious in whatever we do and we'll be there." "We are saying the same thing," Adam said and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 8/23/2006 3:03 PM (#796 - in reply to #703)
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Destiny
It was a strange planet. I was watching a middle-aged American woman. She was wearing a white shirt and brown shorts. She had a small radio transmitter hung about her right ear. We seemed to have been caught in the field of gravity. We were flying above while activity went on below. The inhabitants of this planet were seemingly women. There were a multitude of them all around and all of them with the peculiar radio transmitter around their right ears. The American woman was seemingly my guide. We descended to the level of activity in the streets. There we flew above the peasants, girls collected from all over the countries of the world.. I stopped above the aerial of a Japanese girl and touched its tip with my hand. The girl didn’t seem to care. She just walked on. There were cars in the streets. It occurred to me to measure my speed with one of the cars. I followed a black Mercedes and immediately we leveled up, the race began. The Mercedes leapt forward and I stepped in my concentration which was my engine for the race. I sped so fast that my vision blurred. All I had was the awareness that I was in the race. I reached the end of the track in no time. There was no sign of the black Mercedes. I took a round-about and flew back. I found I was in entirely different pedestal.
This plane was so static. There seemed no activity at all. The twin roads below me were empty. The roads stretched into what looked like eternity. There were no plantations anywhere in sight but rocks and a wide stretch of desert. I was lost and looking for direction. I flew aimlessly and just when I was about loosing hope, I came across two youths my age at the top of a mountain. The two made me feel at home and convinced me of the futility of my search had I not met them. “You needed a guide or would have been flying round and round for infinity. But now that you are here you need not fear. We’ll take care of you. We’ll show you your destiny,” one of them said. We went to the edge of the mountain and I saw that bellow was a settlement bubbling with life. It was a female enclave, a convent of a sort where women were administering themselves. I kind of zoomed in and came face-to-face with the pretty American woman that had earlier been my guide.
She carried what looked like two twins in a cradle. I watched her went towards a fire and cast the twins inside. The fire was instantly quenched.. It was as if the twins were meant to extinguish the uproarious flame. I heard a tap on my shoulder and turned to find one of my friends laughing behind me. “She is your perfect match. She’s gentle and chaste!” He said and they continued to laugh. I laughed with them and untimely awoke from the dream. I lingered in wakefulness a while, may be two minutes or so, and was back in dream. I was with the pretty lady again but the setting was that she had just delivered our twins. I was her husband. There was tension heavily around us. I embraced her on her hospital bed. I was in a terrible haste. I was there to ask her some questions. There was a terrible wind trying to soak me out of the place but I hung on reminding myself of my mission. We were suddenly operating like in a computerized program. The force that was interfering with my quest seemed to have commanded the system of my wife to shutdown. Her body began to turn numb. I held her jaw as if to draw words out of her mouth. Her gaze had begun to fade into sleep. “When do we meet?!” I asked and felt she heard me. “Our m-e-e-t-i-n-g…” she said. “Yes our meeting, impossible do you mean?” I frantically asked. She was like into deep sleep. My mission was defeated. But I did not give up. “When?! When?! When?!” I asked like crazy. She didn’t speak, but I felt she had left her line open. I was right. A male voice spoke from her mouth thus: “When you will want to come to her but would be asked where you came from and you’ll say: I came from a village, then shall you meet and be back to your ‘Misra’(Egypt)!” Who’s this speaking?! Who is it?!” I asked. “It is ‘Thani’ (Second),” it was said and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 8/24/2006 10:49 AM (#797 - in reply to #703)
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Die-Again
I was seated on a carpet with a wealthy woman and a friend. I read to them a shot story. It was about some creatures who had pleasure in killing and mutilation. One day, the killers converged on a peasant and were about to butcher him with their swords and axes. Before they stroke, death stole the life of their victim, his soul vacated his body before any harm could reach it. The killers were furious that death had to cheat on them. They were a proud beings. They were angered that they were deprived the opportunity to hear and watch the victim’s cry of pain. They turned and went away in deep thought. Never had death dealt with them so bad. That the victim died in peace was the greatest grouse of their existence. They were the lords of fear and pain. This conspiracy of the soul and death had to be stopped. They altered their old-fashion way of killing in broad day light and resorted to killing in the darkness of the night, when mortals sleep. One day the killers converged again on a handsome youth who was asleep. They cornered the youth who sat up in terror. “Please don’t kill me. I am dead already! I am asleep!” He cried. “You’ll die again son of the axe! As far as we know it is the tradition of your inferior little kind to live and die in your sleep! We were cheated before and will not be cheated again!” They chopped the youth’s head with an axe and the story ended. My friend lit a cigarette knowing I did not like its smell. Sorry for the smoke. I know you’re fasting,” he said. “Don’t’ worry, it is about time I leave,” I said annoyed. The wealthy woman who was giving us shelter laughed. “It’s you and him! Whatever you do him is what he’ll do you!” She said and busted into an uproarious laughter and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 8/24/2006 10:58 AM (#798 - in reply to #703)
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The Demon Code
I was with an intimate friend and he said: “Demons do not let their destroyers alone. I’ll give you a code for protection and invincibility. Place here in the middle of the code any request and it’ll be attended to.” We sat intently looking at the complicated graph which has a circle in the middle and I awoke.
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Posted 8/24/2006 12:38 PM (#802 - in reply to #703)
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The Divinity Code
I set out in search of a code. I went to a dealer who hadn’t the product in stuck. The friendly dealer took me to their head office. The head office was a sophisticated skyscraper. We were at an entrance where my friend thumped some complicated keys before the door slid open. We went into a lobby which led us into an opulent waiting room. We passed through an entrance that led us into a garden of impeccable beauty. The odor in the place was sweet. By our right were a set of white garden chairs perfectly arranged. Two youths of African descent were seated on the garden chairs facing a blackboard as if waiting to be taught something. A handsome instructor was some meters away from the youths. The instructor was attending to some white youths. A fair complexioned woman of African descent was by the instructor’s side as if his PA. We greeted the Africans and sat down to also wait. The instructor was soon to finish with the white youths. He turned and began walking away towards a magnificent mansion when my friend called: “Abdulazeez!” The two elegant looking couple stopped. My friend hastened to them, knelt down on his right knee and inaudibly spoke looking up at the instructor. Then I saw him quickly stood up and turned towards my direction. I was instantly moved over to where they were. “Who brings you?” The Instructor inquired gazing at me through a pair of tinted spectacle. There was so much power in that voice and entire place that I did not know when I blurted: “Muhammad!” “What do you want?” The lady chirped in, reawakening me. “I came in search of a code,” I said a little bit cheered. “You came with an interesting motive. But I am afraid you’ll have to return and come back again. First day of the week, after your basic training,” she further said and turned back to the Instructor who was watching me indifferently. “It is The Divinity Code that he wants,” she said to him. “The price of our commodity rise by the day,” he said to me and I awoke.
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Posted 8/25/2006 11:08 AM (#817 - in reply to #703)
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Danjummai
Posted 8/26/2006 10:01 AM (#828 - in reply to #817)
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Haunted By Satan
It was midnight and I was on my way home from work. As I walked tirelessly I felt something following my trail. I had the awareness that it was Satan. I increased my pace in fear. I came upon an uncompleted building at a junction and saw the silhouette of people seated on top the widow of the building. I went up to them and pleaded with them to protect me. They told me not worry. There were four of them tall and hidden in the darkness. Meanwhile, Satan has seen where I went and he directly came. He passed by the strangers one after the other looking for me. I was hidden in their midst and he passed the last of them and turned to go. I was terrified. My mind was pounding in fear. What if the fearsome creature looked back and spotted me. Another thought that crossed my mind was that surprise was the best form of attack. I felt some boldness and strength creep into me, and just as I had thought, Satan began to spin his head round to look again. I jumped him from behind and held his throat. He was in pain. My other friends jumped down from where they were watching and came to my aid with batons. They bashed the don of evil until he was grounded. Then again I began to fear. I had a recollection that the devil if killed will rise more powerful to torment its assailants. My friends did not stop beating the evil one until its last breath. Then they realized that the worst was done. We all began to run. I ran so terrified that I began to wish that I were dreaming. Then I heard a voice reciting a portion of the Qur’an thus: “Say I seek refuge with the lord and cherisher of mankind from the mischief of the whisperer who whispers into the hearts of mankind (whisperer) from among the Jins and mankind.” I was reciting together with the voice up till wakefulness.
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Posted 8/26/2006 8:33 PM (#830 - in reply to #828)
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hi i did have new account because h lost my email and my password any way i want to say satan is always trying to enterfair any subjects and they apear in new light furm and they have new teck by using our technology to communicate with us throgh tape recording and radio frequency matrix way it is true my fried had to communicate with them throgh tabe recorder they know how to use it.




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Danjummai
Posted 8/27/2006 8:20 AM (#841 - in reply to #703)
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A Visit to the Kingdom
20-8-99
I was in the higher pedestal. I met an intimate friend in his royal Cottage. I sat with his wife and children in their highly decorated sitting room. I wanted to make a telephone call to earth. There were two sets of phones. I found the general line and the hotline. I went for the general line which I found to be out of service. I wanted to leave and so I asked the children to let me have their home number so that I can phone them when I was at home on earth. The children did not have the number. It was their mother who ventured giving a number. I thanked her and was about leaving when came the prince who told me to forget the number that I was giving. He besought me to come with him to sight seeing. We went into their spacious garden where he showed me around. We went into a place where young beautiful maidens were doing a dancing rehearsal. When the maidens saw us they froze until we passed. We went into a large auditorium where we saw a group of male jazz artists were also doing a rehearsal. Interestingly, the mega star I know on earth, Michael Jackson was the leader here. He made some humorous dancing steps when he saw us which made us merrily laughed. A beautiful sandal was presented the prince. There was something like taking the present to a buyer in a hotel called 'Hamdala'. The prince gave me something out of the sale. “I will wait till when the whole sale is done,” I said jokingly. “In that case, you’ll have to give me back my advance then you wait,” the Prince said laughing. We headed towards a jungle. The impression was to welcome a special dignitary on a visit. We felt the arrival of the dignitary and his entourage. There was a kind of frenzy all around. Denizens began running in what could be said to be fear. Birds in the air and trees scattered and cried in alarm. I saw four huge objects the shape of lion descending. I watched their reddened eyes, bodies and paws and was terrified. I bolted and began running like the others, back and forth. As the gigantic crafts were fully landed in a distance not far away I watched the denizens fall to their faces on the ground. I was the only one running and did not know what to do until someone from nowhere caught me and pinned me down. When I watched the fearsome crafts from where we all lied facing down my fear increased. I slipped again from my savior and continued to run. I wanted to pull out of the planet and return back to earth which I was feeling trillions of kilometers bellow. I ran through large buildings in search of a way to jump from. Some other runners met me. They were more desperate. They made through the large glass windows of the buildings, diving headlong. I climbed one of the windows with effort and contemplated the idea of jumping from that great height. Someone caught my legs. “Come back you fool! You have nothing to fear! Our king is a just and merciful king!” This statement quenched my fear. I came down and followed the servant who led me to the palace where I was treated like an important guest. Everyone treated me with respect. One of the servants called Thankful ushered me to the presence of the king who was seated on his luminous throne. The servant bowed and inaudibly spoke to king then stood up and left us. The king extended his hand to me and we shook hands. It was blissful, but before I knew it I found myself with the prince. We were on our way to where he will see me off. We were behind a glamorous city painted white. "Here is where mortals jump to land," he said. We silently watched the entire constellation from where we stood. I saw earth clearly now with its harrowing distance. A slight fear began creeping back. “Everything is going to be alright before the end of the month,” the prince said and transmitted to me this code: "971". We shook hands again and I braced courage and caught the edge of the wall with both hands, closed my eyes and jumped down, the place was like a well. So I hit consciousness, standing.
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Danjummai
Posted 9/5/2006 3:49 PM (#858 - in reply to #703)
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God Is Beautiful
It was a light sleep towards down. I was holding a lighter in my hand before sleep and later after awaking found the lighter still clasped in my palm. In the sleep I was with Joseph praying in a mosque by the road side. After prayer a woman came to me with her young daughter seeking something my memory did not hold, but I remembered saying something to her in return. We checked out of the mosque and my friend Joseph led me to a place that looked like a shrine. I had the impression that it was the shrine of a renowned healer. We found the place crowded with worshipers. Joseph went in and spoke to the old man in vernacular. I saw the old man left what he was doing and came out in a haste to meet me. The old man inspected me in silence then went back into a room as if in preparation for something. All the worshipers left what they were doing and formed a circle round me. The old man came out with two young twins dressed in immaculate white dress. The twins were not more than five years old. Both came out with harps in their hands. The old man himself had a peculiar flute in his hand. Three stools were already in place for the trio to sit in the middle of the circle where I stood watching. As soon as the trio was seated the session began. The twins began a tune with their harps and later joined by the old man in a composition that was inaudible but quite touching to the mind. The beautiful tune went on for a while before it was joined by a song by the two twins: "Christianity, “Christianity, Christianity” was the simple chirping of the twins. By then my soul has risen. My body felt light. I was standing above my etheric self. The more the song sank into me the more I was floating above. I found myself above the entrance of the shrine where saw I the woman and her daughter who sought from me in the mosque. I descended to her level and when she saw me she said: "I was the one that sought from you in the mosque.” “Yes you I remember. Your requested for something and your request was granted,” I said. “I have this terrible headache now,” she said raising her head and closing her beautiful eyes. I clasped my palms at each side of her head and said: "I command this terrible headache to leave.” She opened her eyes, looked up in a pleasant bewilderment and said: “You are beautiful.” “God is beautiful,” I said. She stood up and went away with her daughter and I awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 9/5/2006 4:33 PM (#859 - in reply to #703)
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Why We Must Seek
I was with an intimate friend walking across a landscape comprising water and land. I began to reflect over water and land the two most outstanding features of our cosmic existence. I was also thinking about our creator. We came upon an island. My attention was focused on the ground which I found to be of a peculiar stone. I watched the vast stretch of water which had leveled with the ground. A stranger in the night would not know the difference between this water and land. May be when they lent weight or were incautious and became the victims of the depth. “Such is God,” I thought in fear. I looked at the bulk of water and further came to the realization that no one can subsist in this world without the guidance and protection of God. We came upon a business area. He showed me a space. “A container will be put here which will be pegged with four wedges for balance,” he said. My mind was burdened with my earlier reflections about subsistence. “Why should we so depend on God? Why can’t we be free of these bondages, have absolute control of our existence? Why do we have to engage in the tedious process of searching for You?” I asked. “In order to thank Me Your Lord and Sustainer,” he said and continued to walk till we reached a town where we found some rowdies about to engage each other in a fight. When they saw us they quickly dispersed. He looked at me and said: "Praised be God, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the Worlds,” and I awoke.
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Posted 9/7/2006 11:53 AM (#861 - in reply to #703)
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Defeating The King
I was in a room. I had a feeling that it was the control room of our cosmic system. I was painting something colorful on my canvas when someone came to see me. There was a sort of protocol in seeing me. The visitor was barred from seeing me. He sat hoping and waiting. I saw that it was a friend Victor. He had a painting with him. I took pity and granted him audience. On entering, Victor changed into someone else. He began looking around with keen interest on the paintings around me. His attention shifted to my closet in which was my pair of seven gowns. We later sat and spoke at length. “Which among the excrement of roosters and ducks is most impure?” He asked and before I digested the question the location changed. I was in a planet governed by a queen and that I was destined to be her husband. But before I do I will have to defeat her king. There was a duel on horses back. We had primitive weapons in our hands. The king was strong and experienced in the art of battle. Before I knew it he had thrown me down from the back of my horse. I stood there waiting to be killed. But I was alert. I clutched my sword, waited and was thinking of a way out. I had a plan. I drew a line between us and challenged the king to cross over and get me. The king suspiciously stood his ground in the distance. He seemed to like the way that he had pinned me and was taking his time for the final kill. At last the king took the bet. He attacked, leading his horse in a peculiar gait. When he came by me, he swung his sword for the finish and I was very much alert. I ducked and took hold of his long royal gown and heaved. The king was in trouble. He was to either let the gown off him for everyone to see his nakedness or to fall from the force of my pull. He took the later. I couldn’t believe I could so easily defeat this experienced old man. The king was down and everyone was surprisingly happy for the turn of the event. By the king’s decree I was handed the key to the treasury of the kingdom. A time was fixed for my wedding with the queen. I began thinking. I found myself sympathizing with the fallen king. I thought of his offspring who have now turned my enemies. I began to fear. I was confused. I wondered how I could live the rest of my life in the fear of either loosing my life or my crown. I must have to return the key to the queen and call it quits. I saw the queen coming with her maids. Her countenance portrayed her understanding of my situation. When they came by me, I threw the key to her. She caught it and threw it back to me. “This is nothing you have seen yet,” she said and hurriedly went away with her maids. I was demoralized. I sat down and began to cry. I cried for my ignorance and suddenly the prayer of Moses in the Qur’an came to mind: “I seek refuge from God from being among the ignorant,” I read and awoke.
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Danjummai
Posted 9/13/2006 5:19 PM (#879 - in reply to #703)
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STAR 1
1-2-99
It was past midnight. I was seated in my room appreciating the beauty of the sky. My attention was drawn by the gait of a particular eastern star which has a kind of glossy brightness. I was intently appreciating the star when it vanished like it was switched off by someone who has a switch in his hand. I felt the blankness which spread across the canvass of the sky. But should a star disappear just like that, even where there were no clouds around? I began to ask, when suddenly the star reappeared. Aha, there it is! I began to form, when again the star disappeared again. What is this? I have never seen or experienced this light show of the one that has the switch to our wonderful sky. Again, before I finished, the star appeared. I checked my eyes and reawakened my consciousness to see whether this is a dream or that I was still awake. This is an extraordinary occurrence to me. What do I know about stars? They are quite interesting beautiful things which are difficult to fathom. I left the matter there and went into sleep.
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Posted 9/13/2006 5:22 PM (#880 - in reply to #703)
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STAR 2
2-2-99
I was standing by the step of my door which was looking eastward when I saw a shooting star coming towards my direction but far on the right wing. It blazed away until it faded. There’s nothing extraordinary about shooting stars, I thought and before I engaged my mind into another line of thought, I saw another one coming from the left flank. This one drew a long blazing light on its trail. I watched in surprise as it went by. Two shooting stars at such a short interval, this is no coincidence. Before my mind was switched, I saw another one coming directly towards me. It was as if sent from afar to hit me. I was so afraid and carried away that I began feeling the speed and heat of the blitzing object coming. Before the twinkle of an eye it was on me but far above. I watched it pass by. It was the longest shooting star that I have seen in my entire life.
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Posted 9/13/2006 5:25 PM (#881 - in reply to #703)
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STAR 3
3-2-99
I was traveling in an exquisite city. I was exploring the nooks and crannies of the plane. I saw myself interacting with peoples of all colors and religious bearing. I was coming out of a religious site and was heading eastward when appeared a bright star on the sky. The circumference of the star was strangely outlined, the name “Shamlu or Showlu” was written in English below it. Then a voice began intimating me with the history of the star. After the long documentary, the man said: “Miracle follows who sees this star,” and I awoke.
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Posted 9/14/2006 9:50 AM (#883 - in reply to #881)
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Something warm is coming your way... I dreamed my son asked me where the stars come from, and I looked at him like I knew...
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Posted 9/18/2006 1:38 PM (#905 - in reply to #703)
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THE HOLY BIBLE
3-12-04
I was passing through a market place. I stopped and sat with a friend that had a shop. My mind was paternally burdened. My wife had just delivered our first issue and I was financially down. I was confused. I walked aimlessly about looking for a way out. I asked my friend whether he’s told my other friends about my situation. He told me he’ll accomplish that in two working days. I went alone. I did not know what to do. I passed by a mosque. I saw an elderly man preaching the Bible in the mosque. This was surprising. He was preaching the Bible in a different light. There was a large crowd of mostly youths that crowded him, intently listening to his soft spoken voice and wisdom laden interpretation. “I will sit on my father’s throne,” he was saying. I found myself in a large dim hall that had strange looking pillars all around. I was seated on a throne and there was a white clock-like circle above where I sat. I had the impression of the throne of glory on which the son of man will sit to deliver judgment. The railing of the throne was dark brown. My mind floated to the relevance of color in relation with angels and spirits. I had the impression that dark brown color was the insignia of the angel Gabriel. I floated into a bookshop with a friend of mine who wanted me to show him some inspirational Islamic books to buy. I showed him a couple written by Sufi Muslim authors. I floated back to the preacher and listened on. A thought began forming in my mind to preach in the manner of the old man. But I don’t know the Bible, another thought crossed. I saw a fascinating copy of the Bible in front of me. The font used in the inscription of this Bible was most comforting to the eye. The color used in the inscription was the color of silver. The pages of the Bible began flipping. I saw myself sleeping on my bed and the words of the Bible being channeled into my soul. My body began shaking from the power therein. It continued to shake for a few, may be two, minutes after I awoke.
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Posted 9/18/2006 1:42 PM (#906 - in reply to #703)
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A DATE
9-7-05
“Everything for which a date is set for is of the past,” Jonah said while speaking to me at the gate of a prison. “My brother is comptroller of this prison. Whenever I want to rest I was given a solitary place by the veranda outside and I will rest up to the time when the green berets got jealous and began to say: “Because his brother is comptroller he does here as he pleases.” There was a flamboyant occasion that took place a few months ago in Tokyo, Japan. Before it happened it was spoken about as the future. The day it happened it was thrown into the dustbin of the past. Such is the irony of life – at first a seeming mystery but later an indelible fact, everything known. Everything is numbered. Some numbers are known while a great many others are hidden to keep the balance of things. There is an American Submarine lying in the waters of Iran right now,” he said and paused. A large screen was before me. I was watching a cumbersome graphed map on which was a circled portion blinking in red. We zoomed into the area. I found myself as if the submarine stationed underneath water and awoke to find it was 10:00 am Nigerian time.
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Posted 9/18/2006 1:44 PM (#907 - in reply to #703)
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LUKE 5:5
21-8-06
A demised friend took me westwards in search of a place to stay. At a place, the demised friend left me and I was on my own. I went into a room with the number 2. I met the occupant of the place checking out with his friend. I had to make a decision. I had to get a place I could permanently own for myself. “How’s the game?” I asked the outgoing friend from room number 2, but he did not seem to have heard me. I went my way straight into a nearby mosque. I came out almost immediately and found some monks seated in the compound of the mosque and singing thus: “Luke 5:5.” I awoke.
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Posted 9/18/2006 1:45 PM (#908 - in reply to #703)
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LUKE 5:5
21-8-06
A demised friend took me westwards in search of a place to stay. At a place, the demised friend left me and I was on my own. I went into a room with the number 2. I met the occupant of the place checking out with his friend. I had to make a decision. I had to get a place I could permanently own for myself. “How’s the game?” I asked the outgoing friend from room number 2, but he did not seem to have heard me. I went my way straight into a nearby mosque. I came out almost immediately and found some monks seated in the compound of the mosque and singing thus: “Luke 5:5.” I awoke.
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Posted 9/18/2006 2:48 PM (#909 - in reply to #908)
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Dreams that have 'demised friends,' by which I assume you mean people you've known that have passed, are the most interesting. When I was 18 I had a dream about the only person I had ever known that had died. I saw him so clearly, and he explained to me how the process worked and what his service to the evolution of us all was. It was very revealing, answered questions but rasied more, and inspired me to study metaphysics. years later I named my son after him...
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Posted 9/25/2006 2:17 PM (#946 - in reply to #703)
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Jesus In Heaven
15-8-2000
I was with Jesus in the upper pedestal. We warmly shook hands. He was standing by the gate of a series of mansions. I was hungry and so asked whether denizens there had had their lunch. “They just had their breakfast. Their lunch will be sometime ahead,” he told me. We entered one of the most luminous of the mansions. He was leading the way. We ascended a flight of stairs. At every floor people praised him and he in turn introduced me and the people then praised us together until we passed. We reached the last floor and were met by the largest crowd in our praise. There were many beggars among the crowd. One of them came by me and begged. “I do not have something to give on my own,” I said and followed the trail of Jesus who was leading the way. He said nothing and I awoke.
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Posted 9/25/2006 2:19 PM (#947 - in reply to #703)
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Jesus Arrested
28-8-2000
Suffocation and resentment weighed heavy in the mood of my sleep. I saw roman soldiers came to carry Jesus away. Two of the soldiers were dragging him towards the palace. One of the soldiers slapped him but Jesus maintained his cool. He just followed them as they dragged him. They were coming towards me. My heart began to seriously pound. When they came by me, Jesus cast his gaze on mine, smiled and went past in a renewed confidence than I had seen. I awoke.
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Posted 9/28/2006 8:03 AM (#961 - in reply to #703)
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FETISH JUNK
29-8-05
We walked with a friend to visit Binta. We came to her home and went in. There was nobody in sight. I kept my kit and asked my friend to wait. I went inside and surprisingly found it buzzing with life. My friend Binta had a boarding school. I found pupils in preparation for light-out. I came to one of the pupils and asked where Binta was. “I recognize you. You used to visit her before. Our mistress is still virgin. Why do you think she put the white veil between us and her bedroom? Because she realized that some of us used to peep. She will lay naked when all was asleep and bring out her long snake and knife. She’ll cuddle the snake between her legs until the snake’s head had gotten swollen then placed she her long knife atop her belly and rested her head on the head of the snake.” I entered Binta’s bedroom wherein I found ritual posters sticked all around the wall. “There is the speaker,” the pupil pointed to a man in the poster holding a long knife above the head of Binta bowed before him naked. “They are chieftains of the riverside region of Nigeria.” I watched their dark costumes in silence. “Where does she keep her snake?” I asked. “There, in the basket,” he answered. I looked round the room, taking note of all the junk that were heaped around the room. I pitied my friend. I wondered why the free-mind will choose to sell its self to these pieces of junk, I awoke.
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Posted 10/1/2006 8:24 AM (#980 - in reply to #703)
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THE BANQUET
I saw I was sleeping and in the sleep was a beautiful American woman with well-tended hair the color of gold. The feeling was that she was a celebrity newly emerged from the series of American stars. I was her husband and was seated by her at the banquet of her success. What would people say of me? May be the husband at the mercy of his wife. I felt sad and discontented. But another thought replaced the first. Let them say. You have nothing to loose. You just go ahead and wear the ID and be accepted everywhere you went. This was not a happy marriage. There was this cold feeling at the table we sat. At the rare intervals when her supporters and family members were not whispering encomiums to her we sat in silence fidgeting with our fingers without a thread to catch. She looked unhappy too. Her exposure and commitment to her career was everything to her. On the other hand she missed my love and company. On my side I was envious. I wished I was her, perhaps in fulfillment of that paternal arrangement. "A man is upright pertaining women." I felt very much uncomfortable. I stood up, checked the ID on my breast pocket and telepathically excused myself from her and went to the men’s room. From there I watched a very charismatic bearded personality came and sat with my wife where I was seated. He embraced her, cupping with his palms her large breasts. She was relaxed and relieved. “Make peace with your husband. Let there be peace in your family,” he whispered into her ear and I awoke.
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Posted 10/5/2006 4:14 PM (#996 - in reply to #703)
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WAKING THE TRUE SELF
23-11-01
I was in Aron’s place. I was seated with others. A lady next to me was drawing my attention. I felt I knew her. “Who’s this I am seeing? Didn’t I know you somewhere?" She asked. “Yes, you look very much familiar. What’s your business here?" I asked. “I am on my way to a village to collect my forgotten gown. Don’t tell me! We were there with you. You remember my beautiful blue dress. The one that I wore last time we met? It is the one that I forgot and am on my way back to collect". I came out and met a friend and together we went to a coffee shop owned by a friend. We were brought cigarettes of a brand called Super Kings. When we began to smoke I saw myself at home. My mum had brought my school result. “Your grades are low. What happened?” She queried. “It could be because I had less time to read my books,” I said. “That's rightly so. Your true self is asleep and you are unable to wake it up?!” She sadly said and I awoke.
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Posted 10/5/2006 4:17 PM (#997 - in reply to #703)
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SINKING SHIP
24-11-01
I was in a ship. The large chunk of the ship was sinking in the middle of a sea. I was standing on the deck and gazing out at nothing in particular. Then appeared a woman beside me. “We are nearly sunk. What do we do?” She asked. This brought me back to the reality at hand. I remembered we were in a ship which collided with another in an accident that claimed many lives and left a few survivors who had been rushed away to safety by a rescue team. We were the only ones left. I was afraid to jump. “We’ll wait for the ship to completely touch water then we swim,” I said. We waited, and when the ship had completely sank we swam across to a far away shore which I had the impression was New York. There we had a beautiful mansion at the end of a road. I locked the gate after my wife and we went into our sitting room. My wife went into our bedroom and I awoke.
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Posted 10/11/2006 3:26 PM (#1008 - in reply to #703)
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CALL MY NAME
I was among pilgrims going somewhere. We came upon a church that had a large congregation. The surrounding was very much familiar to me. I pushed through an enchanted crowd to pass to my destination. A woman from the parish stopped me, went into a house and brought me a gift. She pleaded with me to stop by on my way returning. I collected the gift and promised to come back that way. I went to the pastor of the church and we greeted before I left. I trekked through an exceptionally urbanized city. It was night. I came upon a gate that was opened. The place was dark. I passed through the darkness to where was highly illuminated. I climbed some ancient steps and opened a door to an achieve where I met the custodians waiting. They said nothing and I went into a reading room. I sat and was thinking what I was doing when came in the custodians to give me the key. They kept the key on the table before me and went out. A white paper and a golden pen appeared before me. On the paper I found a coupon to fill. When I took the pen and placed on the paper to write, it just began to write on its own. When the writing had stopped, I realized I had filled my names and personal information which disappeared after I had written. I came out, locked the door and took the key back to the custodians who were waiting outside. I gave them the key and went on my way. As I reached the part of the spacious compound where there was no light, I felt someone coming close to me. When my eyes had became used to the darkness I saw an enhanced human being coming. The giant fell in line besides me and said, “There are three of us guarding this place. There is one up there by the right window. The second is there by the left window. I am the most senior. I am stationed here in the compound. Do not be afraid. Any time you want to pay a visit just call my name and you will be here.” He reached me to the gate and I crossed a wide culvert and began my journey back. I found the landscape outside had changed and become very complicated. I began wondering whether I could trace the way back home. I just wandered, letting my mind lead on. I found a mini radio-receiver in my hand. It was tuned onto an FM station which was playing a tune of Boney M’s: “Mary born child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas Day,” was singing. I walked listening to this music in that late hour of the night. Then suddenly there was a youth following me from behind. He was in such a haste that he reached me in no time. We walked in silence and when we reached the market place by the church that I passed earlier, I found I was all alone. I went past the church to where I promised the strange woman that gave me a present. Before I could ask some youths seated by the desolate market, I saw her staring at me. She quickly went into her house again to bring me another gift. I sat with the youths on the bench to wait and I awoke.
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Posted 10/12/2006 3:45 PM (#1014 - in reply to #703)
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MAN OR MATRIX?
14-1-01
I was into a data bank. I was witnessing an experiment wherein the mind was to be bugged and controlled by a computer program. There was a white man seated on a chair and asleep. The two specialists were working on their devices. They put on the man’s head a kind of head gear. An injection which I felt was to register his IQ on the system was administered him. Soon we watched a personality in the monitor standing before money bags. “He’s loaded,” one of the specialists said. “It now depends on whether the program that will run him will hold,” he added, pointing with his cursor to the little man on display. The other programmer dwelt on his key board, punching at length. When finished, he sat back and together we all waited. The screen turned black, words began running, later numbers. At last a web page opened and on display was the question: Which is First: "Man or Matrix?” I awoke.

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Posted 10/12/2006 3:50 PM (#1015 - in reply to #703)
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MAN
24-3-06
I was watching a beautiful woman in a video-rental shop. She wore a brownish Indian costume. She was holding three video cassettes. I zoomed in on the tittles of the cassettes. The first one was blank. The middle one was titled: “MAN.” The last one was blank. I awoke.
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Posted 10/14/2006 4:53 PM (#1029 - in reply to #703)
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ALI AND GOD
25-12-90
We were at a worshiping place. We passed people with black turbans to reach to their leader whom we found seated with one of his favorite students. I sat with them. Then I saw Ali seated and speaking with God. “So God you will take leave of me iii-iii and be with the Umayyad iii-iii?” Ali asked. “Yes, because I will be iii-iii with you in Paradise.” Then I found myself sleeping and dreaming in the presence of a renowned Shiite clergy and one of his students. In my dream I was reading a sacred book and the clergy brought out three blue pens. He gave me one and gave one to his student. The third he kept to himself. While appreciating my pen I found that it was more bluish than the rest. I awoke.

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Posted 10/14/2006 4:56 PM (#1030 - in reply to #703)
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FATIMAH
4-1-2001
I was strolling. I walked past an old graveyard and at a bend saw a pretty lady in brown veil. She hurriedly went passed me. I followed her but my steps were heavy. I dragged on in difficulty until I caught up with her: “Fatimah, wait so that we greet. I know that you are in a haste to reach home but it will be difficult or impossible for me to meet you there,” I said. There were a few meters between us. “Come on, our visitor, I know you will be leaving tomorrow, you will meet me at home!” She said and continued to walk. I laboriously followed until I met up with her, she said: “I swear by God I am not human.” I said: “You need not swear. I am also like you now that I joined you.” I awoke.

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Posted 10/16/2006 4:40 PM (#1051 - in reply to #703)
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THUNDER
16-10-06
I saw a storm without rain. There was an uproarious thunder that uprooted one of the guava trees in my compound. I heard another thunder and saw the second guava stroked down in front of me. There was no rain and even if there was will there be the rain of oranges and mangoes? Even if there was, will guava trees produce other than its fruits? I hid my surprise and brought out a bucket and began gathering, with my neighbours, what I could of the bounty. Aaron came in a little later and surveyed the fallen trees of our compound and the fruits on the ground. “What did this?” He asked. "Thunder! It is the spark of electricity of the heavens which sometimes peeps into our world to hit those that have no art-rods. Art-rods are meant to neutralize electric discharge from heaven. You have not studied science, you would have known about all these things,” I said. He said, “I did not study science but yet I can see this great wonder of thunder which turns fruits of guava into those of oranges and mangoes.” I awoke.
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Posted 10/19/2006 7:43 AM (#1073 - in reply to #703)
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THUNDER IS MY VOICE
7-9-05
It was the morning of Friday. I went into my wife’s room. My relationship with my wife had soured lately. Fatimah our first child was the only link between our two worlds. Fatimah was awake early as usual. I looked at her innocent face which was rubbed a white powder. She saw me and excitedly began making moves to come to me. I looked at her in deep contemplation and went into my room where to my utter amazement met God. “Ya Muhammad. You are suffering but very soon you’ll come to rest.” He said. I checked my watch and found it was past 1:00pm. People had begun getting ready for the Friday prayer. I went out to my friends and told them the good news. One said: “How could He have spoken to you when He said: ‘Thunder is my voice.' I replied: “Thunder comes through the heavens and so He spoke like in the Scripts.” I had the Qur’an before me and was reading this verse: …”And praises Thunder with His glory and Angels from His fear. He sends Thunder-bolts to strike whomsoever He pleases. And yet they dispute about God (Qur’an 13:13.). I awoke.
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Posted 10/19/2006 8:35 AM (#1074 - in reply to #703)
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It is hardly surprising that our human relationship frequently turn out to be disappointing. The love relationship everybody is looking for and the soul mate we all yearn for is not to be found within another human being, but within ourselves – with our own inner lover. Everything lies within! Only through the process of integrating and becoming one again with this part can the deep inner wound, which we all carry within, be healed, which means to be whole. This wound was caused by detaching ourselves from our God Self, our true and eternal lover, once upon a time, a long, long time ago. And it does not make one bit of difference what name you care to choose for It. ‘Call me by any name and I shall be there’ that is the Divine promise that has always been with us. God is in us and we are in God; we truly are one and always have been. It was our earthly mind that created the illusion of separateness, but as we attune ourselves ever more to the Highest Mind, we come home into the awareness of our oneness with all life.

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Posted 10/24/2006 11:17 AM (#1097 - in reply to #703)
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ADOLF HITLER
31-12-04
I was watching Hitler and his scientist speak. The scientist said: “I know all your tricks. I am now the wisest. I am leaving and will stand to see who’ll stop me!” He turned to depart. “I made you what you are from nothing! I will crush anyone that dares leave me!.” Hitler said. The scientist paid no attention. He walked out slamming the door to Hitler’s face. As soon as he walked out he turned into a cobra and headed into the desert. Hitler was mad. He turned into a giant serpent, big as an armored tank and chased after his fleeing scientist. He caught up with him in a desert in no time. I watched the armored vehicle race after the small cobra and flattened it on the ground. Hitler appeared from behind his snake skin to inspect the remains of the cobra. He peeled its skin and took out money underneath. “He wont be needing it where he went,” he said and I awoke.
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Posted 10/24/2006 11:21 AM (#1098 - in reply to #703)
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MOHANDAS KARAMCHAND GANDHI
28-7-05
There was only a hand and a key opening the lock of a post office box. It was what looked like India. My impression was that the hand was that of a man, an old man known for how he humbly lived in this world all to himself. He collected his mail, locked the box and went past me with a man holding an umbrella for him. Then I saw an office he was to visit in Nigeria. I watched him come to meet with government officials and at last the Nigerian top-man. He was shown places before the meeting with the Nigerian top-man. I had metamorphosed into him and he into me that when he was ushered in I was. I sat with the Nigerian top-man and was thinking thus: “They are trying to impress me with wealth but how much wealth and kingdoms have I not tasted?” I queried and awoke.
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Posted 10/25/2006 11:09 AM (#1102 - in reply to #703)
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Coming across the juxtaposition of Gandhi and Hitler in your two postings, Danjummai, the thought struck me how reassuring it is to know that the most recent lifetime of both those souls – the same as everybody else’s – has been but one of many. It is good to know that both men, each in their own way, will get opportunities for redeeming the Karma they created, during the lifetime we are familiar with. To take on that kind of Karma, both must have been old, i.e. experienced souls, similar to Judas Iscariot in that lifetime two thousand years ago, when he carried that name.
Our understanding of such spiritual concepts is being given to us to help us put everything in this life into perspective and it is the reason why we are being told: ‘Never judge another; you don’t know their Karma.’ As nothing exists outside the will of God, they too came with Its help and by Its will. Why? So that through them our world could be taught certain lessons; it also drives home the importance of saying: ‘Thy will be done, not mine.’
When used in this way, our spiritual knowledge truly is liberating. It is also very necessary, because only through a better understanding of the past shall we ever be able to find the forgiveness for ourselves and each other that is required from us in the here and now, and that for everything that ever has been in our world, and still is. Such understanding alone can lead to the blessing and healing of our own soul and that of our world, so that from it there may grow a brighter and clearer future, the promised Age of peace and harmony, of plenty for all – the Age of Aquarius.

 
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Posted 10/26/2006 3:10 PM (#1112 - in reply to #703)
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BILL CLINTON
14-3-03
It was the meeting of souls; those arrived and those yet to be. It was a higher region and impression was that it was the United States of America, in what looked like the senate floor. Seats on the top and ground floor were beautifully illuminated. Souls of light await the coming of their leader. Soon the leader came with his convoy of light. His light was more luminous. I zoomed in from where I sat to see who he was and to my amazement saw Bill Clinton. The session was brief, no words were said and on his way out, the light that looked like Bill Clinton set eyes on me until I awoke.
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Posted 11/2/2006 11:40 AM (#1142 - in reply to #703)
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WE ARE CONNECTED
7-12-04
We were young and at home having fun with friends comprising males and females. Then I was grown up and was witnessing one of the most dramatic episodes of life. People were all gathered and headed toward a single direction which was westwards. There was a halt every second of the journey for death to take its toll. There was terror every time that death had stroke. I watched marchers try to suppress their fears and pretend to be in control. They yank out money from their pockets and throw it on the ground as if that will scare away death. It came to point where it was as if I was emerged from a grave - a mass graveyard at the back of a town. I came upon a market walking with a friend. An attractive woman passed by us and went into a stall, and then a handsome youth followed. “Do you see that woman,” my friend said. “She is the mother of that youth that is going his way.” I looked at the young lady and the marching youth and marveled at the thought that she was the youth’s mother. We followed the direction of the youth. My friend said, “Everything you see in life is like that.” My friend left and I was alone going home. The woman we saw at the market bumped into me in such a way that I was mad with anger. I caught hold of her hand and began dragging her to where I was going. “Forgiveness! Forgiveness! Forgiveness! You are not the only one in the compound! For this you must learn to forgive wrongs done you,” she said. “If I am to quote your own words, you said before now that Evil dies away and God lives forever,” she further said and I awoke.
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Posted 11/4/2006 12:55 PM (#1152 - in reply to #703)
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When you have these vision, Danjummai, do you bear in mind that our subconscious is always trying to tell us something through our dreams? Do you ever analyse any of your visions in that way? And if you do, how about sharing some of your insights with us? Love - Aquarius

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Posted 11/4/2006 3:44 PM (#1154 - in reply to #703)
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THE NIGHT VISITANT
6-11-01
I dreamt I was sleeping and dreaming of the recitation of the Qur'anic chapter The Night Visitant in the voice of the famous Aliyu Jabir who reads:

"In the name of Allah
The beneficent
The merciful

By the sky and Night Visitant
And what will explain the Night Visitant?
The Star of piercing brightness
Every Soul has a Guardian

Mankind look into what is created
Created from a drop of water
Coming from between backbone and ribs
He (The Creator) is able to resurrect
The Day that codes are put to test
No power has he (The Creature) and no helper

By the Sky of returning (of souls)
And Earth that puts out ( the etheric body)
Behold this is discourse that distinguishes
And not (solely) for amusement
They are plotting and I am plotting
Grant delay to disbelievers
Give respite to them (as I do) gently."

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Posted 11/6/2006 3:58 PM (#1158 - in reply to #703)
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ONE AND ONLY
18-7-05
“Jesus is our Savior. He died on the cross as atonement for our sins. Whoever believe in Christ will have an everlasting life,” the friendly pastor was saying to us in the midst of some other friends. We listened on as the youthful new comer preached in the manner quite peculiar to all religious bigots. “It is only through Christ that salvation can be attained,” continued he. This made me loose patience and was prompted to say: “God is salvation not Man. The Problem with you is that you believe that the God you know is the only God through which guidance can be got – the Zoroastrians, Buddhists, Christians, Muslims and the rest. But the truth is that God is one. In whichever name He is called and worshiped, He still remain the one and only sustainer of our worlds.” The expression on the faces of my friends showed neither belief nor disbelief. I awoke.
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Posted 11/7/2006 8:30 AM (#1160 - in reply to #703)
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ORIGINAL SIN
21-6-05
I was with my wife in our room. I bought us some oranges. My wife brought out a knife, picked one orange and cut it into four halves. She took one and left the rest. I awoke.
ANOTHER
I was with two friends. We were eating a meal when one of our friends said: “Some men are controlled by their women. One of our friends took wind of this statement and went out in annoyance. Then the three of us were later joined at a market place. The same provoker said again: “In criminology, two out of every ten crimes are committed by women. This not because women are the only criminal minded but because they are better criminals than the men. In authentic history, womanhood was first to take the forbidden fruit. When Satan, the snake, tempted Eve with the fruit of wisdom and knowledge of all things and she took in, what did she say to Adam her love? Nothing! She just suppressed him into silence. Moreover, she did not eat the fruit in hiding. She made sure he will see her eating the fruit and knew that he will be dumbfounded by her waywardness. He was bewitched, and because she had the power of conviction, when he awoke she was able to convince him of the harmlessness of the forbidden fruit and then he, not only conceded but practically joined in the act. So you see, woman is the origin. However, I am not saying Eve is the only one in the Holy Act. There are Two Acts: that of Commission and Omission, you know. We are all sinners in this light - the Eve part of us, for being the origin, the Adam part of us for its willful excesses In other words, all of us, Adam, Eve and the Snake, did nothing on our own. This is so in the Book of Wisdom. We have a Host who gave us the ground. We are just Actors in the drama written to us by His Majesty.” When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was standing alone. The speaker and the other had left. The market place we were standing in was also deserted.
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Posted 11/8/2006 11:10 AM (#1163 - in reply to #703)
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CONFLICT FOR DEVELOPMENT
22-7-05
It appeared to be a paranormal phenomenon. A luminous light had appeared on the sky. Our position was the Western hemisphere. There was fear. People were running here and there for safety which was nowhere in sight. We fled eastwards together with an elder who led the way. We were flying above marshes, a wilderness then the jungle of Africa and this within the twinkle of an eye. I saw us flying above Nigeria like a fast moving cloud. “A one time governor in the north is meeting with the northern caucus to seek their support for his reelection,” the old man said. “I think it is a good thing to have something positive going,” I said. We were soon into Saudi Arabia and some pamphlets appeared in the hand of the elder who began distributing to people everywhere we went. He gave some to me and I found them to be WAHABI literature. We went on and at an interval appeared a new collection in his hand and he continued to give people like the first. He gave me some and I found them to be TARIQA (Sufi) literature. I was surprised as to why the elder was propagating two very contrasting and conflicting schools of thought at the same time. “Which among the sects do you belong to?” He asked. “I do not belong to any particular school of thought. I read any literature that I can lay my hand on and let my mind decide which way to go,” I said. “We set you APART for your development," he said and I awoke.

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KING SOLOMON
12-7-05
I was explaining some verses of the Holy Qur’an to an intimate friend in a zestful spirit. “The Power of King Solomon is such that a youth I know is using in this age. The youth unknown to many is King Solomon in disguise. This is called reincarnation, a knowledge known by only a few,” I said to my friend. “Where is it said in the scripture?” He asked. The Scripture was right there before us and I was following the verses with my finger for him to see. Then found myself coming home. I passed by some old scholars disputing about a matter. I passed by an old man who died and was back. I awoke.
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Posted 11/9/2006 1:01 PM (#1175 - in reply to #703)
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QUEST
22-6-05
There were two of us that were in love with Binta who loves us all. Her first love was of an other tribe. He was a womanizer and now demised. Before his death I had conquered Binta’s mind. He had no place with her when I was around. When he died I lost my ground. Binta’s love was channeled to the demised. I had to begin courting her again. I had to fill up her moment of grief. Her home was underneath a turbulent sea. I was carried by the current of the sea in the wake of those that wish it not. The closer I come to entering the house the more difficult and scary the errand become. I pushed harder until I was given vent. I followed the waves up till I saw the house which I found to be filled with women and children. It was Friday; all adult males had left for the Friday prayer. I was not supposed to find my mother in the house because I left her at home before setting out on my journey. But I found my mum there and the mum of my beloved holding hands in an affair that they should lay off hands. My mum did not like my happiness as Binta’s mum did not like the happiness of her child. My mum confronted me: "Now that you are here you should be able to conduct the funeral prayer of this child.” I saw that a child had died. The child’s remains was yet to be disposed off. My mum thought of scaring me with this responsibility. Her erstwhile gloomy face was now a bit radiating with this engagement. “Who will talk about death and funeral in this beautiful morning of rebirth?” I was made bold to ask. The two were dumbfounded. “The responsibility of conducting the funeral prayer of a child that is not more than two years old is small matter. It can be duly taken care of even by a child below the age puberty that we adults may continue in the business of God,” I said. Then they realized that I have come of age and their era of suppression was over. They wield no power over me. The mother of my beloved came forward with a jug in her hand. “This is what my daughter used which you may find of use,” she said and handed the jug. I took the jug and washed my face with its content which is water crystal white. I went westward instead of the east where our tormenting mothers stood. I heard people who were gathered round us begin to say: “Now she will surely finish him as she did the first. No one treats the Princess so and gets away with it.” I was not bothered. I was beyond fear. There was no time that I had known solace more than then. I was quite aware of my situation. I had dared the Princess which neither forgive nor forget and it, in turn had promised to disgrace me. People came closer to watch what their god will do, and it so happened that nothing happened. Then the people’s fear was over. A young lady came close to me saying: “She takes us as we are. She knew I am a prostitute but she only asked me once. What she did was not even ask what I was doing but “Why.” I told her 'to make ends meet,' and that was all.” I turned to go, having won my battle but another young lady from the crowd confronted me. “You should be able to relate with us the way she used to. You should be able to be just and not discriminate,” she said and I awoke.

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Posted 11/16/2006 1:53 PM (#1189 - in reply to #703)
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DUALITY
8-4-05
I was seated in a waiting room with some others. I saw that I knew the person seated next to me. I pretended I did not see him. Interestingly the person I came to see was that same person seated next to me. I watched him in his office attending to people. I was cornered. I had no option but to recognize him as, although I was pretending not to see him, he was closely watching my every move. I felt guilty and said hi to him and soon we were conversing on an arrayed of issues. We walked out and headed towards the bus stop. “I saw you distributing pamphlets at a procession,” he said. “I can’t remember any such occasion,” I said. He was not convinced. “I swear to God I did not partake in any procession and if I did I beseech God not give me what I want of life,” I added. A car stopped by us. The occupant of the car was the one standing by me. I was slightly confused and I began reflecting over what I was saying before his identical came. What if there were two of me like what was right there before me and that the other me was the one he saw at the procession. It was as if they were reasoning with me. They both were mum and their attention on me. “May God forgive me for my mistake,” I blurted out aloud. Then they both relaxed and commenced action. The one outside asked the one in the car: “Do you have a little something?” The one in the car shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out crispy notes and without counting doled out to his self. We walked away and the other one drove away in his car. I awoke.

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Posted 11/16/2006 2:00 PM (#1190 - in reply to #703)
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FREEDOM
12-4-05
I was sleeping in my workroom and something woke me up in dream to go catch my cheating wife. It was past midnight by my watch. I went to her room and knocked the door. There was a little commotion before she opened the door and was stunned to find me there. I went past her into the room and switched on the light. I sensed I was about to be tricked as she stood there by the door. She was thinking I will go into the inner room and before I will come back her partner who was behind the door will walk away into the night. But immediately I switched on the light I checked behind the door and found him naked. I couldn’t hold my anger. I began to beat him with a stick in my hand. “When did the affair begin? Are you alone or there are some others. Tell me now or I will kill you! I said. “Will you stop beating me if I tell you?" He cried. “Yes", I said and he said: "There are others, I am not alone.” I said: “For this Truth, I set you free.” I went with him to where he will board a bus. "I pity people who indulge in sex without the fear of HIV. I will not be surprised if my wife has the dreaded virus,” I said. “Are you saying you also have it?” He mischievously asked. “No! I am saying people should fear God in all their affairs,” I said and awoke.

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Posted 11/16/2006 2:04 PM (#1191 - in reply to #703)
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UMAR SANDA
29-4-05
It was Friday. I was near the house of the late astrologer, Sheikh Umar Sanda . I met some youths by the mosque blaming one of their friends for being the cause of them not getting employment. The mosque turned into a Friday Prayer Mosque full of mostly old people. I found a place near a handsome old man and waited for him to finish his ablution and pass me over the ablution kettle. Where did I know this old man? My mind began to ask. He passed the ablution kettle to me and waited till I finished before he stood up and we went together. I had a bulky file in my hand. “You are now my Personal Assistant,” the old man conveyed as he was escorting me to my house and I awoke.
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Posted 11/22/2006 9:34 AM (#1199 - in reply to #703)
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PRAYER
7-5-05
AWAKE
It was morning. I was disturbed with the myriad problems surrounding my life; top most the seeming crossroad I happen meet on my path to the reality of God. I was feeling that God has forsaken me. My situation was virtually hopeless even when I knew I have tried my best in the seemingly futile search. Besides this myopic view point of the toddling seeker was an ingrained belief that my suffering was a trial, an eye-opener to the bitter reality of my family, friends and the world around me. I was thinking souls of light have no place in this world of unending gloom. I was feeling the pain of the mockery, the intimidation and slaps of evil to blot out the light which scriptures said will be kept awake despite all odds. This is the burden of the soul. We sleep with it and wake with it. The manner with which we are able to keep going, resisting the negative and demoralizing power is amazing. This can’t be from our wit or wisdom for what is mortal wisdom and wit to the killer-squad of Devil who operate in speed faster than imagination – far beyond the level of the mind. Our strength lies somewhere else; call it God, the Source or the Network Provider and Sustainer, ever living, ever merciful.

ASLEEP
I was with an intimate friend who was about traveling to some place far away. He asked me to pray for him. Something began choking my throat as I begin to pray but I pressed on until I gained my voice. I prayed thus: “As you are about traveling far away, I beseech God to protect you from the evil that reigns there and strengthen you with the good that’s waiting. This prayer is answered!” I said standing up. “Yes your prayer is answered!” My friend excitedly said and I awoke.



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Posted 11/22/2006 10:47 AM (#1200 - in reply to #703)
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TRIAL
20-5-05
INSIGHT
I was having problem with my wife. My wife is very different and difficult person with variety of negative interests. I knew this even before we hastily got married in 2001. Our marriage was borne out of sympathy. I was thinking my support would help her see the light. In the one year we courted, she feigned understanding of my very small world. Immediately we were married all her hell was opened loose. She was my most bitter experience without whom I wouldn’t have known how hell taste like. She tremendously helped in the blending of my erstwhile rash mind that I am sure was full of unruly desires, anger, jealousy, pride and so on. Before I got into sleep, my wife was challenging my poverty. She knew I had no money. Our situation was such that we were feeding hand-to-mouth due to periods I usually go into seclusion and would not earn the alms patients will give. I was just out of a three-month seclusion, and our storage had gone down. Mind you, my wife was contributing nothing to the family well-being. She solely relied on me for virtually everything. It was as if she timed me. She chose no better time for divorce than this period that I was hanging between the devil and my romance with God. Divorce in the path that I was raised is the most detested act that God made permissible. As it was a rural setting, we had no need for court. If a woman wanted divorce in this kind of setting all she needs do is to make a man’s life unworkable – to piss him up to see the writing on the wall. If he’s lucky he takes wind and if he’s not he contains and carries her along. This night my wife really pissed me up. Her vituperation was something I was wondering whether any manner of soul-blending exercise could erase. I slept through her hell that night, containing and carrying as always.

ASLEEP
I was in my working room with an intimate friend. I was telling him about the fire in my wife. “She is been disturbed by the negative force,” I was saying. He sat up in astonishment. “What did you say?” He asked. I said, “She is possessed.” He came up to where I was laying and pressed his ear to my heart. Just then two handsome kids came into the room and seeing the dramatic way my friend was tending to me, motioned to go back. I called them back. “What brings you,” I asked. “We are Servants-of-God. He sent us to tell you that He is on his way to meet you,” the wisest among hem said and I awoke.
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Posted 11/22/2006 12:12 PM (#1201 - in reply to #703)
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VAMPIRES
20-5-05
A friend and I were at a graveyard. I was watching a population that comprised of mostly women seated and some doing different chores. There were some we passed standing in queue. I watched a peculiar woman seated in water filled bath-tube and holding a piece of ice in her hand. We were headed toward land of the living. I saw a bunch of finished blue pens. I picked one and tried to write with it on my palm. I was able to write pen and the ink finished. “Whose pen is it?” I asked my friend. “It is Joseph’s, my friend said and we went into a gaming spot to play some numbers. We soon came out and walked along a road we found to be crowded with people waiting for mobility. We passed on and at a spot in the bushes we saw a convoy of government vehicles chasing a car that was heading towards us. There was a little commotion as they neared. “Stop him! He is a thief!” The officers in the black wagons shouted. We followed the race in the spirit and soon we were onto the allegedly stolen vehicle. I was watching its frantic driver and thinking. ‘How do we know this guy is a thief and why should we follow order that we do not know its source,’ I asked myself and disengaged at a location more desolate that the first. The pursuant was soon onto us followed by the mob. It occurred to me that we were about being trapped. And so it was that we were surrounded. We watched them came out of their cars and began drawing long bat-like-teeth and nails. The mood was changed into that of fear. They first attacked my friend who was most vulnerable. I quickly came to his aid. I swallowed him into me and flew away in magnificent speed. I dropped my friend to safety and headed to ABU Congo Campus for refuge. There was a service being conducted in the campus chapel. I hastened towards the dome of God to be lost from the beasts on my trail. I was a few steps to the door when a woman appeared beside me with her full blown teeth and nails. She was onto me before I knew it and caught my thumb which she slit with her nail. I was painlessly wounded. A different kind of blood began oozing from my thumb. The woman attacked again but I was able to break her two arms. I dragged her into a car and tied her there. As I turned to proceed, I saw more assailants coming my way. The speed of this batch was faster. I was caught and dragged into the chapel which unknown to me was their den. I was put in an air-tight glass room in front of everyone. They all closed their eyes and began chanting some magical words which began shaking and throwing me from wall to wall. I was neither afraid nor hurt by this exercise, and this not meaning that I was comfortable. “Stop it! Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?” I screamed. Their leader in black suit appeared behind me in the glass box. At first I thought he was there to help me break free but later I realized that he was there to watch me die. The suffocation in the glass box was immense. My knees bucked and I was kneeling down and begging them to stop. The leader walked circling me unaffected by the lack of air in the box. As my body kept bowing and sucking the life out of me, I awoke.
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Posted 12/4/2006 8:55 AM (#1222 - in reply to #703)
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BLACK BAT
27-5-05

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I went out with some friends in the night to have a shave. I hanged out with them for a while before coming back home around 10:00 pm. I knocked on my wife’s door and she tarried a while before opening up. There was no sign of fear or apprehension showing on her face but she pointed to an object somewhere in the room and feigned that she was afraid of it. “What is it?” I queried, but she did not answer, pretending that she was afraid. I went ahead and checked it out. I found it was a live small bat clung to our settee. “How did it come here, I am sure I have locked the doors and windows?” She said. “If you that is in the room didn’t know who could?” I said to her. I caught the small black thing and opened its mouth to see the combination of its pecular teeth. "See here, this is its blood-sucking pair of teeth," I said jokingly to my wife. When I drew near to show her, she drew back in genuine fear. I went out into the compound where I addressed it thus: “If you are an innocent bird that came missing its way through the night, I bring you out to find your way. If you are not what you seem, I say to you that you have no place here. I command you to go back to your evil ones and do the same that you were sent. Never return! But should you be forced to, you will leave me no option but to extinct you. I leave you alive now to take this message across.” I threw it up into the darkness of the night and it went away as it came.

ASLEEP: I visited the head-mistress of an all-female school. The Madam was preparing the girl’s meal in the dinning room. She communicated with me inwardly. The impression was that I usually pay visit to this school to strengthen the girls from attacks of their wayward desires of the period of seclusion. It was a very big school. I went with some girls and their kid-aids along one of the farthest corners of the school. I passed through a gate and was locked out by a jealous guard who began to rain curses on me. A teacher who knew me watched the scenario from a distant class he was teaching. He tried to caution the guard but the jealous man did not listen. The next thin that I knew was that we were in room and I was beating the head of a man with a big stick. Soon the place was crowded and the entire people that gathered took over the beating until the man was grounded. I saw his dead body being moved out and the house set ablaze. I recognized the youth. His family has a house was westward from where I live. When the house was completely burnt, the youth’s dead body was dumped in font of the family house and I awoke.
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Posted 12/6/2006 9:10 AM (#1223 - in reply to #703)
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MEXICAN PRINCE
25-4-05
There was a Mexican prince hunting atop horse. He was chasing something like a rabbit. There were also dogs with him in the hunt. He aimed his arrow at the small animal but because of the speed of the horse, speed of the rabbit and obstacles in the wild he fired and missed. The spot joyfully ran into safety. I turned into the man. I drew out another arrow, placed it in the bow and aimed at a cluster of ducks that were flying above. I shot the first arrow and it nearly hit one. I shot another, aiming at a point way ahead of the spot that the spot will by itself come into the arrow but again the speed did not match. The arrow was faster than the speed of the aimed duck and I missed. The arrow’s speed finished and it nosed down. Time was up. The fauna manager halted my games for the records. I will have to pay for another round. I met the manager in his office to settle the account. “You are here counting your money and I am out there loosing,” I said and brought out a bundle and placed it on the counter. “This is my last day on the job. I am leaving to my country,” the old man said. “Where will that be?” I queried. “THAWAI,” he said and brought out a map. “It is somewhere here,” he said pointing to an island. I gave him his money and bid him farewell. I came out and gave one of his boys a tip. He turned it back saying, “I do not take what is of my master’s. I passed on. I was to take golden-kid to his distant relatives. We reached the place in no time. As we passed by some women, one of them said “How dare they bring the kid this naked! Oh it’s shameful”, she said. The kid was allowed a few minutes with his family. They took him in alone and soon returned him to me to be taken home. The kid looked somewhat dizzy as he walked towards me followed by town people who converged for the moment. “There he comes, the gifted child!” some old people near me exclaimed. I picked the child who turned into liquid gold which melted into me. I was now the child and was walking with three others. We came upon a house which was uninhibited for long. The old man among us unlocked the gate and we went into the house which changed into a bar full of life. “Ah, it’s Alhaji himself!” people began to say as we looked for a place to sit. The mood was a merry making one. People sat in pairs eating drinking and expressing their love. “You told us it's empty,” I said to the elder. “Did I? I thought it was you who assumed it was empty," the elder said smiling and I awoke.
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Posted 12/9/2006 8:33 AM (#1225 - in reply to #703)
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NOT THE MARRY I KNOW
I was in the house of an elderly late family friend who raised me. It was night and I was seated with her in her room. It was an extraordinary night. I was surprisingly afraid of something lurking in the night. I was not comfortable. I dislike being afraid and so came out to go face the night. As I was about coming out, Marry my sister bumped into me from outside with mosquito coils in her hand. The strange way we stood facing each other sent a chill running down my spine. I realized I was terrified. This was not the Marry that I knew. She was something else. I began hearing an eerie sound and the barking of dogs coming towards us from the distance. I began seeing their gory images, black large dog breeds. She was calling them to come get me. I had to run away but to where? The dark beasts had surrounded our entire enclave and they keep coming from all directions. I must have to check out, at least from the dream, I thought an awoke.
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Posted 12/9/2006 8:46 AM (#1226 - in reply to #703)
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BURDEN OF THE SPIRITS
29-5-05
I was in the house of my late elderly family friend. I me her seated in the compound with her husband who was also late. The impression was that she was possessed. She sat without motion. I sat with her husband and we began to chat. "So you've lived with this burden of the spirits?" I said. "Ah, me? Yes, but I was emancipated a year ago. Though not without the heart-rendering series of emancipatory fasting and supplication in seclusion. There were times that I had to fast for up to one month and sometimes four without break," he said and I awoke
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Posted 12/22/2006 4:33 AM (#1271 - in reply to #703)
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EARTHQUAKE

10-11-91

There was an earthquake and we were thrown beneath earth where appeared rivers and fishermen. We were living in fear of death which could be sparked by anything there. Then came a youth with a plan to escape to the outside world. He asked me to accompany him. I weighed our chances of escape and later gave in. We set out in the most terrifying of times. Where we were was like a pit in the most volatile core of the earth. We began to climb a very complicated ladder and our only way out. We laboriously inched on until we reached an ancient-looking door which slit open at our arrival. I quickly stepped in but before my partner moved in the door closed. I heard him crying from outside. The door will not open for the next one thousand years. He cried bitterly while I stood alone in his sympathy. It was like a lift that I was in, carpeted with large animal skin. I was filled with a different fear. Supplication came to mind and soon the passage began shaking and moving in a fleeting motion. I was raised up, my vision enlarged. I had glimpses of various habitats with passing trees. Then of peoples, of all colors. My mind lingered on a Chinese populated region before the flight came to stop in a cave I had the impression was in Niger. The door opened and I was before a King praying with his people with closed eyes. When they opened their eyes they saw me. The King asked me to pray for them and I began: “In the name of Allah the beneficent the merciful. Praise is to Allah the cherisher and sustainer of the worlds. Master of the Day of Judgment. Thee do we worship and thine aid we seek. Show us the straight way. The way of those on whom thou hast bestowed thy grace. Not those whose portion is thy wrath and those who go astray.”

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Posted 12/22/2006 4:36 AM (#1272 - in reply to #703)
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THE SERPENT AND THE SHEEP

21-8-91

I saw a heard of sheep roaming restlessly. The environment they were grazing was extremely harsh to them and their shepherd. The shepherd was pushed to the brink. It was for this that he had pushed the flock right in the end of the wilderness where he assumed all will be well , away from people and their hostile environment, but only to find that there was nothing there to feed on. The flock and their shepherd were very hungry. It was their days of starvation, when the flock couldn’t move and the shepherd couldn’t do any good and turned into a serpent. The serpent slithered away from it’s flock and smashed it’s head on a rock and died in apprehension. The flock had seen their master die and was furious. One turned into a human being and gave their master a befitting burial. The flock after laying their master to rest vowed to take revenge on mortals who had pushed them to the brink. I saw them turned into human beings and were headed into towns and cities of the world for their revenge. They had knives, grenades and bombs. I awoke.

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Posted 12/22/2006 5:08 AM (#1273 - in reply to #703)
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QUEEN OF SHEBA

15-3-92

I was in a green marshland. I was in the middle of a thick and tall kind of grass. I had the feeling I will find my way home but was afraid to venture. At last I made up my mind to come home and I pushed through the thicket and thereafter found myself sleeping on my mother’s bed. There were three us on the bed. Me, my younger sister and my mother. I was surprised at this coincidence in my adolescent age. I was awakened from sleep by our neighbor and I quickly went to my room before the rest will awake to find the shameful thing that I had done. In my room I found Bilkis, Queen of Sheba discussing with her friend. The discussion was pictorial. There was an advert on  TV of marriage of the queen’s friend. The advert was said to have been sponsored by the queen herself but the queen told me otherwise. We watched the trial of a murder case. A woman was found guilty of killing her husband and was sentenced to death then on the other hand we saw reality of the situation. We saw that the wife did not kill her husband. He was murdered by his colleagues who worked with an oil company. They silenced him for a deal that he could reveal. I watched their faces which were white. Then I was with the queen, seated with crossed legs with her friend Ladi. I left them and went into my mother’s room for I was hungry. I wore a pair of blue jeans. At a distance, I heard the queen disclosing to her friend about our married life. I awoke.

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Posted 12/24/2006 1:02 PM (#1276 - in reply to #703)
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HOLY SPIRIT

14-5-05

It was dusk. I came out with a friend to Unguwar Shanu Old market where a motorbike awaited us. I took the bike and asked my friend to climb behind before some contenders would beat us in the race that we were about to join. My friend climbed the machine and I roared away to the convenience of Lawal and his friends who wanted us away from there. “Lawal now has proof to say their master has joined in with the Shiites,” my friend said. “I heard that wife of the Shiite leader had given birth. Was the child a male or female?” I asked my friend and he said, “It is a male.” We rode in silence. I took the route towards Unguwar Rimi and soon we were at the GOC roundabout, then we took towards the Rimi market and at the market we were lost. We went from house to house looking for a way out. We were into the compound an Islamic scholar whom we found working in his workroom. The scholar called us in. The room was full of books and art works. We met him painting a cluster of Arabic calligraphy on his canvas. Tea was brought us and when we began to drink the sheikh asked my friend: “What is you name?” “Abdulazeez,” my friend answered and the sheikh brought out a fresh sheet, placed on his canvas and began a fresh painting based on the name of my friend. He worked for a long while before at last he set the painting aside and turned his attention to me. “What is your name?” “Ahmad,” I said and he turned to his canvas, removed my friend’s paper, replaced it with a fresh sheet and began to draw. Soon the painting began making color. The manner the sheikh was making the Arabic words derived from names was fascinating. He kept working from sheet to sheet as if trying to arrive at something based on my name. When at last he sighed and put down his brush I thought he had arrived at whatever he only knew what he was doing but alas, I was wrong. He buried his face again in the last portion of his painting and the look therein was not that of accomplishment but that of bewilderment. After a considerable period of concentration, the sheikh stood up and went to his encyclopedia and began looking up something. “This is serious. What is he doing?” I asked my friend who remained silent, seemingly carried away himself by the sheikh’s work. He came back to his canvas with the voluminous compendium and began comparing his drawing with a symbol in the book. After a moment of examination, his face lit up. He set his finger on this Arabic word: “RUHULLAH.” The colorful painting was then legible to us. We together saw the reason for the painter’s long period of research. He pointed to us the place where he made mistake in his painting, “RUHU,” he wrote, omitting “ALLAH.” He corrected his painting and sat back in silence. It was as if his earlier doubt was beginning to creep back into his mind which we watched in the mood on his face. He brought out a logbook to write his finding. “How old was Isa (Jesus) when he was ascended?” He outside-mindedly asked and wrote “34” in the logbook. “Where was Isa descended?” He further asked and before he could enter the place in the logbook he slumped down dead. Whatever this guy had found out was too much for him I thought. My friend took hold of my hand to lead me out of the room but I refused to go out. I had a different feeling. I began having the impression of the meaning of the whole exercise, which was conducted, based on my name. So does it mean I am Jesus? I began thinking. If this were so then I have the power to bring back the sheikh from death. My friend stood afar watching me in mature silence. I found a light walking stick in my hand. I pointed the stick to the head of the sheikh and recited this portion of the Qur’an: “His affair is such that if He desires a thing He says unto it be and it becomes!” Something eased out of me and to my surprise the sheikh stood up and went back to his work. I looked round and found the entire landscape was anew. The scattered sheets of paintings and books in the room were orderly arranged. The canvas on which was my painting was bare. The sheikh drew a fresh sheet to begin a new work. He went about his work, taking no notice of our presence. It looked as if we had intruded into his privacy. This is strange. I began doubting whether I really woke this man from death or that he had been alive all along. My friend came close to me. We stood on the path of the sheikh and when he was back from his book shelve which was at the end of the room we were able to look directly into his eyes and they showed no recognition whatsoever. His gaze was cold and he went by seemingly irritated by our presence. “It’s Time to go,” my friend softly said. I opened the door this time without hesitation and he followed me out. My mind was loaded. I did not know what to think and to compound my burden we came by a beautiful woman in the compound who wrote something on one of her laps and drew my attention to it without speech. She wrote and wiped her writing three times before my hand grabbed the green knob of the outer door and as we set feet into the streets I awoke.

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Posted 1/6/2007 10:29 PM (#1324 - in reply to #703)
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I to keep a dream journal. I find that keeping track of my dreams however mundane helps me to be more aware of them. although my dreams are "involved" I find that I rarely write nearly as much as you have been in this area. some of the dreams you have seem to be quite vivid and involved. I feel as though something has been blocking me in this area. would you have any advice on moving past such a obstacle?
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Posted 1/7/2007 11:26 AM (#1329 - in reply to #703)
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WAR SITUATION

14-9-05

I was in-house. It was time for the afternoon prayer. I came to pray with my neighbor and found him praying amidst youths who each prayed his own. I also prayed alone and went back home. We met again with my neighbor at the shop of a radio repairer. I was closing the casing of a radio I repaired and he was to take a fine stereo he brought for repair. My niece was with him and there was an air of animosity between us. The neighbor pompously praised his new stereo and slighted my radio calling it outmoded. He was trying to annoy me. My wife appeared and he switched to her. He was instigating her to leave me. “You will die in poverty with this guy.” She said nothing and I was not angered. Seeing this his loyalists began to abuse my parents openly and when I did not react the scenario changed. I was traveling a dusty path. We walked through the dry land with a friend. It was a land bedeviled by drought. We passed dams and rivers that were dry. As we went by we came upon a fertile land where the rivers were flowing with water. We came upon a large reservoir where the water flooded and came rushing towards us. My friend suggested we jump into a nearby muddy depth. When I hesitated, my friend jumped and was swallowed by the depth. I walked alone. The flood did not reach me. I came upon Khalil amidst his followers. When I was about to pass Khalil challenged my religious knowledge. “What do you know about jurisprudence? How many books have you read?” He asked. “I have read virtually all the popular books in our school of thought except Mukhtasar. On the side of Hadith I have read many. I am a philosopher.” I said. “What about language. How fluent are you in Arabic?” He asked. “I can read and write,” I said. “You can read and write but can’t speak?!” “I am not as fluent in Arabic as I am in English language and I am not lying because I do not lie.” I said.” And who says so?” He queried. “Yes it’s true. He does not lie,” a student said. “So he does not lie, but let me tell you the story of an Arab broadcaster who had left an issue of great controversy after his death. In his wake the Arab luminary said: ‘I indeed am dead.’ This saying holds water even now and since you do not lie explain to us what the broadcaster meant. I will give you a hint,” he said and wrote in Arabic on the ground: “Say it’s God.” “I think the man had spoken in sincerity,” I said. “Correct! He spoke with Sincerity,” he said and the landscape changed. The muddy earth opened up its mouth to swallow us. I began to recite: “God, there’s none but He; the Living; the Sustainer; He does not tire nor does sleep overtakes Him…” The charging earth gave way and we were restored back to safety. I saw my junior sister calling: “Where are you?” “I am here I shouted to her. I saw a light pulling my sister through thick specs of dust. Soon she was delivered and she caught up with me. We walked towards the camp three of us with our demised father who narrated to us how he was also swallowed by the same earth. “It is a war situation and you are its survivors,” he said and I awoke.

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Posted 1/7/2007 12:04 PM (#1330 - in reply to #703)
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I AM HE

4-3-06

I  was with the second at home. “How about prayer. Do you perform regularly?” He asked. The first was in the room and patiently awaiting my response. I was annoyed with the second for subjecting me to this matter of the innermost mind but since everyone listened in I responded thus: “Which prayer? Who do you think prayer is rendered to? I stopped praying when I realized that in Me is the He that is sought.” I felt good after this response. The first and the second were also relieved hearing me. I had a mini radio receiver in my hand. The first happily collected the radio from me and to my surprise switched it on to speak audibly. For the long while I was having this radio I knew it to have worked with headphone but there it was blaring through an inbuilt speaker. I held my gaze on the button that the first had touched to make it speak while we listened to world news. He gave me back the radio and I left the room to take a bath with a bucket of water and soap in hand. I awoke.
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Posted 1/20/2007 8:24 AM (#1406 - in reply to #703)
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SEALED MAIL

17-3-06

I received a mail which was sealed in a white envelope. The letter was addressed to a female. I was given the letter when I was departing from a hotel. It was given to me by a young lady on the counter. I left walking from the reception and heading out. I had taken a few strides from the counter when I noticed the beautiful young lady that gave me the letter at my trail. She asked me without saying, to give back the letter she gave to me, there was a mistake. The mistake was that I a male had collected the letter of someone who was a female. I laughed for their ignorance in understanding ghost-names. Soon the hotel personnel and security that included army top brass crowded me. I was whisked into a lifter to the top floor for questioning. I was to confess before an elderly chief and his deputy. I said: “There is nothing to say. It was a misunderstanding. The young lady misunderstood a matter which is the art of our trade. Is this not the FBI?” I asked. The whole congregation gave a standing ovation. The scenario changed into a cocktail. The Chief stood up and formally introduced me, calling my real name and the gathering clapped.

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Posted 1/20/2007 8:30 AM (#1407 - in reply to #703)
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TELEP-STRESS-RELIEVER
26-3-06
I was into the shrine of the Igbos. The Priest there was in the midst of summoning the spirits. There was a whirlwind and fear began creeping into the faces of the people in the compound. It was the presence of a higher spirit. The Priest went round the crowd as if checking where the spirit was descended. The wind kept blowing and the fear within people increased. The priest stood by me, his face pale with fear. The whirlwind in the compound dragged me into a neighboring compound where I met a Christian mass in session. I met the Priest speaking in tongues. He staggered and dragged himself towards me. “Here is the CIA and FBI combined! This is the one who has the scripture; the written scripture; the Living God!” He said and prostrated before me. I was seated on a peculiar white stool. Before the Priest spoke again I left the place and found myself in a spiritual drugs store. I was looking around when a youth came in smoking cigarette. He was searching for Telepathy-Stress-Tablet. He went about the shop wary of the cigar in his hand. “Feel free to smoke your cigarette. Smoking is no doubt a great nuisance to the magnetic forces of the brain but all of us that you see here are smokers one way or the other,” the shop owner said. I felt relieved. I found myself to be the youth. I took the telep-stress-tab off the counter and awoke.

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Posted 1/22/2007 9:02 AM (#1412 - in reply to #703)
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THE QUEEN

19-7-06

I visited a friend. He wore an embroidered gown and asked me to come with him to witness an occasion. It was gargantuan rally. Two small planes were covering the air space. We sat in small groups playing cards. I was playing with the presidential candidate  of one of the Leading Parties of Nigeria who said to me thus: “The Queen and Mother are mine.” I shuffled the cards and served him. He found fault with my first serve. I served again and to my amazement found in my hand the Queen. Before we could begin any engagement we heard the call to prayer. The Presidential aspirant seized the opportunity to decline dropping his hand which had nothing spectacular. He went westward with his entourage and I went eastward, passing through a ghetto, for home. I awoke.

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Posted 2/1/2007 3:59 PM (#1460 - in reply to #703)
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IN AFRICA TO LEARN

16-11-2001

I was watching a friend dancing to the music of Michael Jackson. I passed Joseph along the way. I then was driving a black Mecedes-190. I parked at a shopping mall and bought a few things. I came back to the car and found its side mirror was smeared with mud. I met a foreigner who told me he lived most of his life abroad. “I came to Africa to learn and mend my ways,” he said. He became my intimate friend. Then later I was told that my intimate friend has gone back to his land and former ways. I saw him in the distance talking to two girls that looked alike. The two look-alikes left him later and came my way. One of them said, “He is a liar! He hasn’t changed.” I went past them into our apartment. Later the friend came back and began defending himself. “One of the girls you saw me with in the afternoon was my fiancée. She called me a liar for fear that I might disappoint her,” he said. “Well, if it is destined that you will be her husband so shall it be,” I said and awoke.

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Posted 2/1/2007 4:05 PM (#1461 - in reply to #703)
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THE SUFI ORDER
14-11-2001
I was in the midst of business men. All their talks were about money. I went away to meet with an elder in his hotel suit. I found him talking to his female aid. When he gave me audience, I went straight to my problem: “Sir, I came concerning the programme that we agreed to begin. I want to know whether you are still interested or not.”  “Of course, I am interested. Everything will go as planned,” he said.  “I ask because I want to be certain. You know I hate dependence and indolence. Inactivity weakens my mental and physical potentiality. It makes me doubt to the extent that I sometimes hide in meditation and seclusion among the Sufis (mystics).” “Do you still want to remain like that?” He asked. “No! I work to break free from the problem of the world, I think the surest way of conquering problem is by taking everything as it comes but not by being one-sided, ending up in a futile battle against the reality that one seeks to learn from.” We came before a slippery mud. We and a hoard of others were to cross this slippery mud to the other side. It was like a race. All of us set into motion at the same time. Everyone at their paces. It was not a speed race. I also noticed that only I and the elder were in progress. The rest were in walking motion but stuck swinging their legs at one place. We went up the hill and down the other side and I awoke.

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Posted 2/1/2007 4:07 PM (#1462 - in reply to #703)
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FATIMA
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“God, open my eyes to see how to correctly use the Fatiha code,” I supplicated before sleep. A voice said in my sleep: “Fatima will explain everything to you” and I awoke.

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Posted 2/7/2007 10:40 AM (#1484 - in reply to #703)
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IMAM KHOMEINI

13-7-2001

I was at a friend’s house. I met that the house was full. There was couple I did not know. Although the young lady was with her guy she was in love with someone far. She just received an email from her lover who lived abroad. She was in the middle of having to make her choice between her two male friends. She was confused. She loved someone that is far away and was stuck with someone whose friendship she enjoyed. “You’ve got to be cautious,” I chirped in before I parted with a kite in hand. My kite was a colorful kite that was made out of the picture of the late Shi’ite cleric, Imam Khomeini. I flew the kite so high in the sky until it suddenly began to loose altitude and nearly got stuck on top of a mango tree. But when I tugged and fed it the line, it quickly soured high again. I was near my destination when appeared two kids younger than me. One of the kids had a catapult. I watched him took aim at my kite and pierces it with a stone. The kite instantly tore and came diving down. When it fell by my feet, I traced the kids who had run away and cornered them. I found that the one that shot it was quite unaware of the result of his action. He was just playing and shot my kite down. I found him saddened by the outcome of his action. I myself had no intention of doing anything to him for I was not angry. I thought him innocent and went my way. I took the torn kite with me and went into the house of Ali. I saw Omar supervising the construction of his house. The men at the construction sight stopped work when I came passing with the torn picture of Imam Khomeini. “Whose picture is this?” One of them asked me as I came. I did not reply. He collected the kite and unfolded it, by them all the others had gathered to quench their curiosity. “It is Imam Khomeini!” He said aloud. I collected my picture and went away. I heard them singing this song:

It is Imam Khomeini! It is Imam Khomeini! Three hundred is number of the Vanguard of Mahdi (Messiah) From the Forty in the House One is missing! It is Imam Khomeini! It is Imam Khomeini…”

I went into the kitchen looking for a match to burn my torn picture. I found a stove burning. I fuelled the fire on the stove with the rubber beads of my counting-beads and when everything had melted and burnt, I took the ashes and dumped in a dustbin. I turned off the stove and went out to wash my hands with water. Having finished, I went past Ali’s room as if to find him there standing. I watched the curtains ambling in the lonely breeze. I passed away in difficulty, filled with the sensational urge to call him out and watch him coming to embrace me. I awoke.



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Posted 2/11/2007 6:45 AM (#1503 - in reply to #703)
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ABOUT AFRICA

3-12-2001

I was in media house working with some others. “You see, my friend, our publisher is good in the tactic of divide and rule. Before long you will see that he tries to come between us. I have toiled for this establishment for longer than I can remember but the highest position he accorded me is acting-head. You are just arrived but see the position he appoints you. You are boss over us. I think he has reached us with his game. He just told me the other day that I should keep an eye on you for you are a smart orator and a fool. I told him I have nothing to worry about. I myself sometimes speak nicely and act foolish. So my friend, I want you to write us something about Africa,” he said and I awoke.

 

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Posted 2/11/2007 6:48 AM (#1504 - in reply to #703)
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SON OF ISAAC OR JACOB?

2-12-2001

I went to see an intimate friend. I was given a form to fill before seeing him. I wrote my name on the form and it was taken to him. I saw him probing the form and my name written on it: “Son of Isaac or Jacob?” He queried. I did not know what to tell him. I was seatted next to him. I just asked: “Do you know that the messiah will soon emerge in Nigeria? He was silent and in deep thought. I awoke.

 

 

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Posted 2/11/2007 6:51 AM (#1505 - in reply to #703)
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THE MISSING LINK

26-11-2001

I was in a class room. We had a handsome teacher teaching us how to write. He came up to me and took hold of my hand guiding me to write the numbers: Five, Four, Three, Two, and And One.” I was extremely happy. “If all teachers are like you,” I said. He was silent. He set his gaze on mine and I began seeing a resemblance. Can this be true that I am this handsome teacher? Yes, it is, I thought, but that he is more refined and unadulterated. Then I found my self in an office sitting alone on a swivel chair. Then there appeared a beautiful child on my lap. There was something I was eating on a plate. The door opened and elder sister to the girl I was holding came in. “Mum and I will be going out. We are leaving Mary with you," she said. So I was part of the family. I began to protest that I had to baby-sit for little Mary. The sister went out leaving behind a flask on my desk. My attention was drawn to Mary. Her beauty stroke and filtered into me. I felt like she was hypnotizing me. The attraction was so strong that I began feeling a sexual sensation which sweetly cascaded into a most fulfilling orgasm. I awoke.

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Posted 2/22/2007 3:18 PM (#1542 - in reply to #703)
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NOAH’S COUNSEL

26-9-2001

I was in a bus heading home. The bus passed through a strange route. I dropped near a mosque and went about searching for something. I went towards a nursery school where found I Noah seated on a chair by the gate of the nursery. I pretended not to have seen him to avoid the long lecture that will follow if I went to him. I increased my pace to pass him but as I inched a step away Noah called me. I went back, tucking my counting beads away. I obediently sat facing him. “There is nothing like leading a good life in this world,” he said making me feel guilty and began searching myself for where I went wrong. I suffered my mind but was unable to see where. Noah was following every stretching of my mind and when I had landed, him too, by breaking the silence thus: “The wife of your friend Omar has been sick and courtesy demands that you visit and greet her,” and I awoke.

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Posted 2/23/2007 1:58 PM (#1543 - in reply to #703)
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QUEEN OF SHEBA 2

 18-11-2001

I was at home. My mum came in with two female friends wearing hijab(veil). The visitors had two daughters my age. My mum and her friends went into the neighborhood and we were left in her room with the two pretty sisters. "What's your name?" I asked the youngest of them. "I am the Queen of Sheba," she answered jokingly. "No her name is not Queen of Sheba," the eldest sister said. "Alright, since she chose to hide her name, you may well tell me yours," I said. "My name is Bilkis," she said with a smile. I was confused. I opened the door and went into my room. As I opened the door, I found the one that called herself Bilkis facing me. "For God's sake what is the meaning of this? I asked her a little bit shaken. "It means that I love you," she said looking serious. "O yeah? OK, look me up in the eyes and give me a real kiss," I said Our bodies joined. She gave me a kiss so real. Everything was real;. the locked door, the romantic red carpet in the room and our passionate indulgence. I caught hold of her hands and said: "I do not have a bed." She closed my mouth with her palm. "It's alright. Everything is gradual. Come on let's avail with what we have. Make love to me that we measure the level of your manliness," she said in the most sexy voice and I awoke.

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Posted 2/25/2007 1:28 PM (#1544 - in reply to #703)
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ROCKING LIFE29-11-2001I saw myself fervently praying with others with our palms raised to the heavens and our eyes closed. I opened my eyes to see the moon right at the top of my head. I was happy. I began to dance in celebration. I went into my mum’s room to tell her the good news and break my fast but found her to be sleeping. I collected the food she had cooked for me and went out to celebrate with my friends. “Delaying marriage gave you the opportunity of getting rich. You just faced your studies and had nothing to do with women and here you are,” said my companion. “You married early. You now have a grown up child that you’ve trained to take over from you,” I replied. “Yes indeed. I just enjoyed myself. I met a female acquaintance and she asked me where I’ve been for the long interval. I told her I was just enjoying life,” he said and I awoke.
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Posted 3/6/2007 11:35 AM (#1552 - in reply to #703)
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ALWAYS LOVE YOU4-12-2001I was listening to the music of Dolly Parton, 'I will always love you.'It was a highly romantic atmosphere. I stood up and began to dance with a very attractive woman. At last I found her to be Dolly Parton enhanced. We embraced, feeling the warmth of each other. We gently danced to her solacing tune and I awoke.
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Posted 3/6/2007 11:38 AM (#1553 - in reply to #703)
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SO MANY GAMES13-7-2001I wsin a very sophisticated landscape. Words made the round that surgeons were about to embark on a heart transplant operation. People and children of the planet converged to watch. Elders had to intervene before there was any stampede and interruption of the operation. The tumultuous gathering obeyed their elders and moved back. I was standing alone and was about to go when a youth came to me with his friends. I began a lecture on pontium computing motherboard which I know very little about. During the questions and answers session the youth asked: "Do you know any popular game on any of the games websites?" "There are so many websites and so many games," I said and awoke.
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Posted 3/6/2007 11:41 AM (#1554 - in reply to #703)
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THOUGHTS TOO REAL5-1-2002 I was with two friends. We were seated on the floor and eating from same plate. My other friend ate hungrily and before very soon the food had finished. "Let me go inside and get us some more," our host said and stood up. "But before I go, I will tell you the story of my master who is so powerfully that he turns thoughts into reality. I was with him only recently and he had reposed to me a secret he reposed to no one else. As to you," he said pointing to me, "your Jinns have aligned with your body. Your blood is in harmony with your flesh," he said and I awoke.

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NIGERIA'S PRESIDENTIAL POLL 2007

6-3-2003: I was conducting a research on who wins the 2007 Nigeria Presidential election. I had the list of all the presidential aspirants. I got tired and went to a publishing house to interview some friends. I found that a major reshuffle had taken place. The new editors came to introduce themselves to me. I finished my work there and went out. I was with a friend. He gave me a slip of paper on which was some codes. I saw the number 57. “I want you to actualize these codes,” he said. I perused in silence. I saw that the codes if actualized will make Buhari president. “Buhari can’t be president, Babangida too. They are all rounded with sadists,” I said. “Well, well, well! If this be the case, who do you think will clinch the presidential seat?” He asked. “The die is cast. It is now a day to the election. It is difficult to say. Had it been it were yesterday or the day before when the stars and destiny was for the courting I would have spoken. What remains now is for us to wait and see,” I said and awoke.

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Code of Conduct

19-7-1999

I was before some elders and was in the midst of a presentation thus: “Should parent be responsible for the conduct of the child?” The child should not be forsaken by the parent based on the simple excuse of the age-of-maturity. When the child copies from the conduct of the parent the parent is to blame. This brings the question of the parentless that usually grow up independently without having any predominant conduct to govern their lives. Who is responsible for the waywardness of such children?” I said while the elders listened. A film appeared before us. In the film were an old man and his son living in a one-storey building. The old man occupies the upper floor and the child was downstairs. The righteous and the sinner are each other’s nuisance. Same was the old man and his child. We saw that due to the old man’s preoccupation with God he neglected the child to learn its own code of conduct and every time he passes by the child curses its ungodly ways. Then suddenly we saw the scenario change. The old man was transferred downstairs and the child was elevated to the old man’s quarters but their conducts of righteousness and sin remained. We watched the old man in deep meditation while staggered in the child from a bar in the neighborhood and went up to his room. Then we saw the decking that separated the two break and the drunken child crashed atop his father who was in deep meditation. The scene of the fall kept repeating itself and I awoke.

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Survival OF The Fittest

21-7-1999

I was in a strange land. A warrior appeared with a woman by his side. They approached me and we stood face-to-face. “Let’s test our faiths and see which remains the strongest from the two,” the warrior said. I did not quite understand and before I spoke he brought out two long knives and threw one to me and said: “Let’s stab ourselves, you first, and see who will remain alive!” I contemplated over what the man had said and concluded that stabbing myself will mean suicide for me. The woman by him went aside for the match to begin. “My faith does not agree with your crude method of trial,” I said. “So what does your faith says?! He shouted. “It allows that we dwell that the True God keeps the faithful alive.” “I accept,” he mischievously said. The landscape changed. We were in confrontation with drawn swords. I was fast. Before he lifts his sword I stabbed him several times in the chest and he fell down dead. I matched across his chest to where his woman stood eyeing me. “Let me come with you,” she said in a sweet voice. “Tell me how come you are with such a cruel being.” “He kept me by force,” she said. I sympathized and let her come. When I led the way and she followed behind she said: “I have a confession to make,” I turned and listened. “I am with his child.’ I drew my sword in anger to slay her but stopped. A thought crept into my mind not to kill her and the innocent child to add credit to the devil. I awoke.

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IN THE NAME OF ALLAH

Friday 24 Ramadan 1411

 I was in a strange world where the sky was opened to look like nothing I have ever seen. It was radiantly beautiful and fascinating too. I watched the sprouting of Arabic calligraphy which read: “In the name of Allah,’ I watched a small boat sailing eastwards. I was filled with joy so blissful that tears began rolling out of my eyes. I was ushered into a sacred place. It was building made of red burnt-brick I found it to be a school where a combination of male and female pupils were having lessons in classes. A handsome old man appeared and began intimating with the new surrounding. He looked Arabic and all the pupils I saw. We briskly walked to the extreme end of the school where he left me standing in a waiting room. I was watching the walls which were also decorated with the peculiar calligraphy I earlier saw on the sky. Then I heard his soft-spoken voice saying: “We will punish transgressors,” and I awoke.



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IN THE NAME OF JESUS
23-41992

I was sleeping in a room when came a friend to wake me up. I opened my eyes to find him thrusting a dish of fried fish at me. I collected and began to help myself. It occurred to me that the day was Friday and past the time for weekly Jumaa prayer. My friend said he was leaving to the abode of his penance. I went out into the garden and plucked a ripe guava. Just when about to take a bite, a Christian Clergy appeared and collected the guava from my hand, took aim at a more ripen one at the top of the tree and threw mine in its direction, saying before he threw: “In the name of Jesus.” His shot strayed and hit an unripe guava which he gave to me and went away.


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THERE IS NO GOD…
28-5-2007
I was with one of the students of the late Sheikh Umaru Sanda. He seemed to be challenging me. The impression was that he was bitter that I forsook the home of the late astrologer after his demise. “How did you take our relationship with the late Sheikh? I was with him as a friend and ARIF (Knower of God), I said. “If you are ARIF, what is God?” He asked. “Why ask me God? How can I describe Him when even the Muslim KALIMATU-SHAHADA (Testimony), testifies that: ‘There is no God but God,’” I said. “God has given you. Keep it to yourself,” he said and I awoke.
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SWIMMING NAKED

12-11-1992

I was at the bank of a river when suddenly a girl ran to me telling me that her elder sister was drowning in the river: “Forget about the past and what people will say to save her life. Come immediately to her aid!” She said. I reached the point where the sister was dipping in and out of the water before a powerful current swept her deeper into the depth of the water. I met up with other searchers, all wearing life-jackets and frantically looking for the missing girl. Her family members and their sympathizers were standing by the bank of the shallow waters. Before long a young black boy came out of the water with the drowned girl in his hand. He was naked. The boy, my age, came up to me and beckoned to me to strip my clothes. I was ashamed. The girl’s elder brother who was my friend came forward and began querying the girl saying: “People should learn to swim in the river they are familiar with.” There was a long pole that protruded from the depth of the river. The girl’s brother caught hold of the pole and slithered into the water. I braced courage and followed him, finding myself landing in a large hall beneath the river. I later realized it was a city underneath the river. In the hall we stood was a congregation of people all in black suits atop white shirts. They went about conducting their business which was cobbling. I was seated on a chair and trying a brownish pair of shoe on my leg. The shoe did not fit. It was an oversize even after I tightly fastened the laces. I awoke.

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INTERESTING BOOK (1)

21-11-1991

We were hunting.. I caught a peculiar bird and brought it home. I then found myself in a library stacked with books. I was looking for a book to borrow but found that it was booked by a distant member. I pleaded with the librarian to change her log and lend me the book and she obliged. I went home with my book feeling happy. In the morning I went with my friends and boarded a bus heading towards a destination. I forgot the book in the bus where I sat and the bus was gone. I quickly went to the library to report my case. Just as I made towards the librarian my eyes caught the title of a book in the hand of a kid that was passing by. It was to my amazement the book that I lost in the bus, and I perceived that it was the kid that was to have borrowed the book earlier if I had not pleaded with the librarian to temper with her log. So I now went up to the boy and pleaded with him to let me have the book. “I promise I will finish it overnight,” I said. The boy gave the book to me without incidence. “It is a very interesting book,” he said. “Yes, a book that one cannot live without,” the librarian said and I awoke.

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INTERESTING BOOK (2)

19-7-1992

I was craving to read a very interesting book before falling asleep. I found the book in my dream and was reading it when appeared a demised friend who told me that they had a collection of such books where he was. “it’s a library worth visiting,” he said. We were in the library walking round. He asked me to pick any book that I found of interest. I did and he saw me back to my room and I awoke.

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Posted 6/21/2007 4:38 PM (#2072 - in reply to #703)
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have you heard the story about chaung tzu and the butterfly?
Chaung tzu once dreamed that he was a butterfly, fluttering here and there
with out a care. It was so very real!
When Chaung tzu awoke he was confused...
was he Chaung tzu, dreaming of being a butterfly?
or was he a butterfly, dreaming he is chaung tzu?
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BOOK OF RECORDS

8-7-1999

I was with two intimate friends. We had an appointment with a cleric who was to give me a formula to rule the world. I was asked to bring with me a perfume for the sacrifice and I gave him. He in turn gave me a concoction in a small rubber plastic cup. “Take back your perfume if you are ready mix it up with the content of the cup and drink, your eyes will open, you will be able to communicate with spirits of the lower and higher realm,” he said. He drew what looked like a tree on the ground and began illustrating: “At the top here is the dome of the higher spirits. The leaves you see here and fruits are spirits of the lower realm. Any that tries to distract you, use the leaves flowers and fruits to cast it out. The root here and stem is the world of mortals whose top stretches into LAUHUL MAHFUZH (Book Of Records).Go and plant the seed of this tree with you. Whatever fruit it bears is reflected in the original copies of your Sacred Books which are in the seventh Heaven,” he said and I awoke.

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NEWYORK CITY

17-7-1999

I was with a pretty lady. I placed my hand on top of her knee and was soothingly chatting with her. She was telling me her worries of which was that she had overheard people mocking her that she had a grown up daughter while she herself was not married yet. We were shown the daughter in the city of New York. The daughter was a celebrity in the entertainment world. We watched her on stage singing her beautiful song. The mother was touched by the sight of her daughter. She held me tight and began to sob and I with her. We stood up after the touching performance of her daughter. The show had ended. We dispersed with the crowd to where we had parked our car. The reality that she had came face-to-face with her daughter in the distance weighed heavy in the mind of my intimate friend. She collapsed before I reached her to the car which I found had been vandalized by some New York rascals. Everything removable in the white sports car was removed and everything unremovable was smashed. I had no option but to continued the journey on foot carrying my friend on my shoulder. I passed through some bushes and farmlands before I began to see where I was going. My friend moaned in her unconscious state and said: “I will never disobey you. I will do everything for you,” and I awoke.

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FATIMA

29-7-1999

I supplicated before sleep for God to open my eyes concerning a Chapter in the Qur’an titled: “Fatiha.” I was told in my sleep: “You will get this information from Fatima,” and I awoke

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TIME KEEPER 31-7-1999

I was amidst friends in a school. I was chosen as Time-Keeper by the school authority. “It suits you. You are very punctual, coming to school early and closing late,” a close friend said. All the students were happy for me but an intimate friend who was envious. He outwardly showed he was happy but hid his inward gloom. I awoke.

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CLOCK OF THE PAST 20-9-2000

I was in an achieve with friends. My friends buried their noses in record books while my attention was drawn to a table clock which I took and dusted. “You now own a clock which was owned by a professor in the past,” a voice said. I was happy with my find. I awoke clasping tightly my hands on the clock that it be not stolen by sleep. I awoke with nothing at hand, but when I checked the time it was 2:31 am, exactly the time I saw on the clock in my sleep.

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HEALING 7-11-2001

I was with two intimate friends. I opened a refrigerator and brought out a soft drink for myself. One of my friends slapped my shoulder and said: “All you need to do is to learn to write 1637 on the body of your patients to cure them,” I awoke.

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FIGHTING IN THE DESERT 15-11-2001

I was in a foreign land. There were two traffic-jammed highways that I had to cross to my destination. I crossed the first without stress. The second crossing was tough. Vehicles kept plighting intermittently. It seemed as if I was trapped. I felt like a boat besieged by the flow of turbulent current of the sea. Then suddenly my eyes opened to see an overhead-bridge and so I comfortably marched atop and crossed. I descended into a desert where I found two prison wardens in a bitter charade. One of the wardens knocked his opponent and took money from his breast pocket. When he turned to leave he saw me watching. His face turned madder. He charged towards me to silence me for what I have seen. I quickly climbed a tall leafless tree that was near. The assailant could not climb. He began looking for stones to throw with. From where I stood atop the leafless tree I could see everywhere. I saw the other man that my assailant had knocked awaken from his swoon. He sat up and was watching us from the distance. The assailant began pelting his stones at me but surprisingly there seemed to have been a screen erected between us that every stone he threw was repelled back to him. He got more furious and went looking for bigger rocks. He got one big one and mustered all he got of his power and threw to crush me but alas, the large rock came down and back at him, crushing him like an ant. I came down and went to the aid of the injured warden. I left him after he was fully recovered and went searching for water to make ablution. I came upon a mother and her grown-up daughter selling plastic kettles of different sizes and colors. I had no money but yet took a small blue kettle full of water and went my way. I walked deeper into the desert and just when the sun beginning to set I saw the two women on their way home. They walked in a peculiar gait and gladdening strides. When they were passing me, the older woman said: “Till we meet next year. We are traveling abroad. It’s going to be a long year, you take care of yourself,” she said and I awoke.

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REALITY 1

9-11-2001

I visited an elder in his office. I met him busy distributing money to strangers. There were so many people to give that I had to wait. At last I was allowed to see him. I entered his office and met him busy answering calls. I waited again and when he had hung-up I said: “So this is your reality Sir, you left us in want but you are here distributing to others.” He smiled and beckoned me to wait for him outside. I went out and waited. “Where is Ahmad? Come let’s go and I will show you my reality,” he said I awoke.

 

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REALITY(2) 10-11-2001

I met the Old man by the gate of a business premises. We went together to a quiet place by the gate and sat down. We saw a drunkard approaching. He came by the gate and made to come into the premises. Baba went to him in rage and stopped him. The drunkard was adamant. He kept pushing his way and pleading with the old man to let him in and Baba’s rage cooled down and he let him went in. He turned towards the guard who by then was standing close and said: “I have told you time and again not to allow such irresponsible people come near here but it seems as if you are not doing your job properly!’" The guard said nothing and Baba came back to where we were seated. “Ahmad I like your company though some times you are too religious,” he said and vanished. I found myself seated with the guard where Baba was. The guard said: “Let me tell you how to perfectly relate with Baba. You should always strive to give him whatever he asks up to the point when he will say to you: ‘My son, little-by-little I have taken all that is mine and you have nothing of yours.’” The guard disappeared and I found Baba seated there as if he was there all along. We stood up and headed towards home and I awoke.

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THE SKY OPENED 15-8-1999

I was living in a luxurious suite. A pretty maid came in with a message. “Someone wants to see you right away,” she said. I went out and saw the sky had opened. I was in Heaven watching its beautiful clouds. I watched handsome people ambling around in white piece of clothing. I watched an argument by a group of enthusiasts. It was a heated argument about nothing in particular. I was called in to adjudicate and I awoke.

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BESIEGED BY WAR 6-6-1999

I was in a palace besieged by war. The palace was about being taken by what looked like a European army. Shooting was towards my direction. I hid my face from being hit. When the shooting died down I sat up to see what was going on. It was then that I saw a man coming towards my direction. It was as if the army had halted for a reason and no sooner had the black man appeared than the shooting commenced. I watched the army formation direct all its guns on the coming man. The man was unaffected by the army gun fire. When he neared I saw that his mouth was rhythmically moving. He was chanting a song of a sort which increased in volume as he strode towards me. He came by me and stood chanting his song for a long while before he set back towards the line of fire and I awoke.

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A MEMENTO 6-6-1999

I was with a woman strangely familiar. The woman had with her a gown up daughter. We were at the bank of a sea that was surrounded by gigantic rocks. I embraced her and the daughter clung to her mother from behind. It was a blissful reunion that I wished will not end at a sudden. The woman held my hand up, appreciating the ring on one of my fingers. Her eyes were focused on the inscription of the word "Allah" on the ring. I felt her yearning. She loved to have the ring from me. She besought that I give her the ring and I said: “There’s no need. You do not need a memento form me for I will be forever be by you,” and I awoke.

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 NATURAL DISASTERS 19-10-2004

I was on the way to a Friend's house. I met him on the way and we set out to stroll."Dreams come to me very detailed, in the form of a discourse between two personalities, a Superior, by the informed lines of his arguments, the other, an inferior who listens and asks questions," he said. "I too have dreams the same way, my latest was about Iran and the hypocrisy surrounding the conduct of the lives of people. I was with the late Ruhullah Khomeini in the dream and he was telling me things. He spoke to me about Unity which he said is what the world wants and not the unending debates and fights as to who is on the right and wrong. He told me that humanity is the same and this the reason why God does not spare any in terms of calamity. "People are saying that it is for Iran's wrong doings that Allah is afflicting it with natural disasters. The Iranians too are saying that it is for America's wrong doings that it suffering its misfortunes. These are sayings of those who do not know REALITY," he told me. So what do you think?" Asked I my friend who passed to me a pack of Benson and Hedges to light but I felt small to smoke in his presence and in the crowd which did not know that I smoke cigarettes. He took me to an isolated place, behind town and there he lit his and I lit mine too. "Muhammad if given a fraction to solve, locks his doors, takes time analyzing the implication before having the courage to take a shot and before that begins by saying in the name of Jesus. Is it not so?" He asked. I was  puzzled. I did not know which Muhammad he was referring to. Could be a Christian. But a Christian will not bear the name Muhammad. I just shut my mind and answered: "Yes, it is true that I find pleasure ruminating in the month of fasting(Ramadan)."  He laughed. "Come and see me tomorrow," he said. I checked my watch and found It was 12:45am. I awoke and found it to be 12:45am, on the dot.

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TRUE LOVE 19-11-2004
I came home to find my younger sister being waylayed by a mob. I confronted them and fought till when I and their leader were the only ones standing. He indicated that he was in love with my sister and I was interfering. He boasted to get rid of me if I don't give way. He mobilized another strong army to arrest me but I also immobilized this second squad. He tried severally to override my command and failed. I immobilized even he, saying: "God is sufficient for whoever has trust in Him." "I give up! Please release us!" he said and I did with my sister who was possessed. "May your hearts be free and filled with the true love that will lead to fruitful matrimony," I said and awoke.
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RUSSIAN ADMIRAL 25-10-2004

I was in the house of a Russian Admiral in a village in Africa. There was a special program that the Admiral was running that involved numbers and charts in a mathematical order that was churning out winning numbers into a pool of dots that decorated the wall. I was surprised at their dedication to this game of numbers. I besought that the Admiral give me a code for my personal use and to my surprise he gave me thus: “DD = 25.” The code seemed familiar to me, the Admiral paid no attention. He just went ahead with his work and I watched in silence. There appeared a top ranking Russian female-soldier beseeching to meet the Admiral. The feeling was that the Russian government wanted a truce with the Admiral before they could call him back from exile. The Admiral went into meeting with the lady, leaving me and his aid behind. “For how long has the Admiral been in exile?” I asked the familiar-looking aid. “He has been in this village for quite some time. He was younger when he came here, but look at him now, he is old and his family too,” the aid said. “Where is his family?” I asked. “The family is at the other side of the village, in a city. We use this place as our base,” the aid answered. The feeling that I knew the Admiral and his aid for a very long time imbued me. “I think I know you but can’t remember where,” I said to the aid. “The house of Hussein of course,” he politely said. That was the very street that I live, I thought and awoke.

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ALIEN FIGHTTER 1-6-07

I was watching a fighter jet coming towards me in the compound of what was the remains of the building of USIS at Maska Road Kaduna. The silvered colored bird was flying low. I watched as it surged forward in attack but before it could strike I felt the engines fail. We came face-to-face with the pilot, a tiny alien creature. The fighter jet passed overhead and crashed in the football field. People began to vacate the place before the imminent explosion but as chance had it did not happen. The plane was covered in hissing smoke which was spreading all over the place. My eyes focused on the defeated pilot trapped in his iron can. He had no means of escape. He was relaxed without any sign of fear and it occurred to me that he was waiting for something bad. I took to my heels. I went towards Isa Kaita Road where I found people talking about what they saw and even adding what they did not…..

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MAGICAL RING 23-09-07

I was surfing in an ultra-modern internet café when suddenly there occurred power failure. All the systems failed despite the perfect state of their UPS. I was seated near the desk of the two female café attendants. We waited for the power to be restored and in the interim I dozed off and subsequently sailed into deeper blank sleep. I awoke to find myself lying in a big ring of rounded white clocks. There was no movement around. I found that time has stopped. The feeling was so rusty that I found it difficult to move my body. My vision was not affected. I could see the transfixed bodies of the two female attendants. Then there was a montage, and I began to see pictorials of lifeless planets and lastly caught the sight of a fauna by a sea in day time. There was surprisingly motion here. I watched a peculiar zebra breed drinking water alone. This zebra was winged by the head where horned animals have horns. I sat up from where I was lying in the circle: “Look he has awoken!” One of the attendants said in alarm. “It’s impossible! He is supposed to have been rendered completely insane at this point.” “What makes you think he is not,” the other said. I was annoyed. I felt that I was tempted. I saw that the internet café has turned into a ritual hall. A ritual dance by some semi-nude girls was in progress. They were rendering a song too which was Michael Jackson’s ‘I AM BAD.’ I felt it was meant to trap me permanently in the magical circle. I was dared. I began mustering courage to stand up to the challenge. Little-by-little, what began as a thought electrified me into action. I stood up and defiantly walked out of the ring. The two females came closer to watch. We locked eyes and I said to them: ‘I am a spiritualist of light and not darkness. You can rule only those that have a part in DARKNESS.’ I walked two rounds outside of their rings of magical clocks and then went out the door where I bumped into a young lady in black robe. She was in haste for the ritual and her tray of fruits and incense spilled. She devotedly bent to pick her things and when finished and about to proceed saw my face, she froze in bewilderment. I was watching this scenario and at the same time another in the distance of a prince coming with his entourage to this very occasion of the present. In the distance I saw his entourage stop at the mansion of his consort. The prince went inside alone and just as I bumped into the young lady in black robe so did the prince with the lady of the house also in black robe and headed for the ritual. The prince was mad with rage that his consort was into what he considered his personal belief. I laughed knowing who the prince and his consort were. I looked at the beautiful woman looking into my eyes and there too saw the connection that she has with the consort of the past who was her mother and awoke.

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Posted 12/26/2007 1:52 PM (#3314 - in reply to #703)
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TELEPATHY SESSION 24-10-2007

I decided not to partake in a friend’s Telepathy-Session for what I suspected to be an exploitation of one’s innards. Tuesday I slept early, before time of the session which was slated for 12-midnight. I dreamt that I was watching my friend copying my personal diary which I earlier agreed upon but suddenly saw how dubious and exploitative the endeavor was. I woke up in the sleep and collected the notes that were copied and destroyed them. I collected my diary and called it quits. This was a great shock to my friend who had thought I had completely given in to their lies. I was happy for what I did but soon this happiness was beclouded with fear. My friend left the scene angrily with the intention of mobilizing a force against me, and as I walked homeward, I was cornered at a market place where shooting broke out and people began deserting the place. I was in the middle of a battle between two robot-gun-pots, one poised to destroy me and the other bent in my protection. I had my gun too but had no cause to shoot any of the assailants. I was soon delivered and back on my way walking peacefully home. At an intersection I saw one of the protective gun-pots, Dog-Head, being pushed on a wheel chair to cross a precarious street. The wheel chair was pushed from the end of the road to, by itself, reach Dog-Head across the very busy street and to my surprise, Dog-Head reached the other end and back safely. I went closer to the veteran soldier and found him to be saying: “We survived the first and we’ll survive the rest,” and I awoke.

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Posted 3/30/2008 10:43 AM (#4142 - in reply to #703)
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Could it be that you're experiencing things from a past life or lives? Your dreams are so detailed. Or could it be that you are dreaming of events yet to come?
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Posted 3/30/2008 10:46 AM (#4143 - in reply to #703)
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I had a dream that God sat me down and said, "the end to all problems will come when you have learned to fix your sight on me and your efforts on becoming more enlightened. Put these things first and all else becomes the symphony in the background of the main performance.
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Posted 8/20/2008 5:04 PM (#9449 - in reply to #703)
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MYSTERY LADY

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I was imbued with a feeling strong, I was laced with a lady unknown, The lady seemed quite unaware of the meeting at hand, But when my hand reached for the top of her chest, she abruptly, and instinctively too, made to push it off. I was in control. I calmed her down, caressing deep into the mystery of her being. I reached first for the top and slithered down to her bosom. Her laps were molded firm, “You are indeed devote by the look of your legs which I believe stand all night in prayer and rest only at the approach of down,” I said, She relaxed closing her eyes, The scenario suddenly changed from that of the comfort of a room to that of morning in a street with visibly none but a large number of school children wearing white uniforms. It was almost time for departure. We were engaged in intelligent talks. “Do you visit UMS Forum?” I asked. “Yes.” “Have you read the thread ‘Crisis of Faith?’” “Yes,” she said smiling. Her smile got me thinking, but before I could reach out to check who this mystery lady was, she quickly said, “Let me pay you for the massage” and threw a Twenty Naira note in my front. ‘She was so young, no naive,’ I thought, “Wait! You can not offend me! Pick up your money. What I did was done as a must of an intimate friend, she seemed touched. She reluctantly came back, picked her 20 and headed eastward. I watched her go before heading westward and the direction of the school children in preparation for an up-coming event, I awoke.

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Posted 8/20/2008 6:07 PM (#9452 - in reply to #703)
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Danjummai, firstly I would like to greet you and say it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, as we have bantered only through jokes and fun things here. I have always been drawn to your posts because I am intrigued by your language, ie the way in which you place your words, and your general presence...having said that.... What a dream! Quite vivid, quite lucid and quite beautiful. It seems you are very tuned in and in touch with the depth of your self, and appreciate that very same depth of beauty in others. I pray the "lady" presents herself to you..as it seems obvious that she is taunting and tempting you to allow her....to "expose" herself to you.

Peace and Blessings to you!

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Posted 8/20/2008 6:12 PM (#9453 - in reply to #4143)
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Rose said: I had a dream that God sat me down and said, "the end to all problems will come when you have learned to fix your sight on me and your efforts on becoming more enlightened. Put these things first and all else becomes the symphony in the background of the main performance.

Rose, how amazing...to actually have a "dream" that God came to you!! It makes me wonder if indeed it was a dream...because maybe if God presented to you in that way while you were awake, perhaps you would have been fearful? (Intuition speaks through me, there) I see you posted this a while back, and in knowing you over the last few months, and not really before that..it seems as though you have completely embraced this message as truth..I love and admire you, Rose.
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Posted 8/21/2008 5:15 AM (#9497 - in reply to #9453)
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I also want to respond and acknowledge the fascinating dreams and themes here ... but coming at them rather late, I feel overwhelmed .... dream interpretation 'proper' requires the dreamer's associations, lest we put ourselves into the dream context .... also, Jung differentiated between our individual dream-work, which assisted or individuation - psychological growth - and 'big dreams', dreams that represented symbolic messages for the community & wider world ... just some of my own associations evoked by this thread, thanks All x
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Posted 8/26/2008 9:19 PM (#9753 - in reply to #9453)
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You know what Instinctual...what's even more amazing is that I don't remember typing about that dream. I remember the experience but I really must have been somewhere deep within myself when I typed it here. I am trying to remember what possessed me to share it. Must have been something I read here....hmmmm....

Yes I've had some very real and close encounters with what I believe to be God.

Love and Peace to you....
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Posted 8/27/2008 9:16 AM (#9761 - in reply to #9753)
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Nice when we permit ourselves to sit in God's presence Rose xx
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Posted 8/28/2008 3:51 PM (#9789 - in reply to #703)
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RECRUITMENT CENTRE08-21-08It was a recruitment centre. I was among the few to be recruited. I was a little short in height. The very familiar officer in charge on noticing the little commotion with those to measure me gave me a lift by pushing an iron plate beneath me which increased to the optimum. I was into the military camp floating not in body of course. I watched men undergoing their various drills. I watched to my amazement a dog and a bitch coming towards me in green skin-tight military uniform. There were two peculiar lines from their collars down to tail. ‘Even dogs here are soldiers,’ I thought mesmerized by this most amazing nature of being and awoke.
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I watched to my amazement a dog and a bitch coming towards me in green skin-tight military uniform. There were two peculiar lines from their collars down to tail. ‘Even dogs here are soldiers,’....from Danjummai....

And that imagery immediatley brought to mind....

Marcus Antonius:
And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Julius Caesar Act 3, scene 1, 270–275

Oh....Ate is not to have eaten.....Ate is the goddess of ruin and strife.

Thanks, Danju...that was frighteningly beautiful in more ways than one!

Marty and the Cats of Peace, Luckypop, Poppyhead, and SissyGirl

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Posted 8/29/2008 5:00 AM (#9806 - in reply to #9789)
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Hello Danjummai ... your recent dream put me in mind of Guantanamo Bay and the current worrying developments on Russia's borders ...
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Posted 9/1/2008 5:30 PM (#9901 - in reply to #703)
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Could be anything Joseph...

Marty I think you are probably right. Had an encounter immediately afterwards. Lucky to be alive.

Blessings! 

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God...who else could make a cute feathery face like the one on this Owl! I imagine God as all of that which creates. When we create it's as if we are the hands, eyes, ears and artist of all creation....

What sort of divine being came up with all of these wonderful ideas for so many beautiful creatures.
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Posted 9/4/2008 7:05 AM (#9966 - in reply to #703)
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DEFENSE ACADEMY 08-30-2008I headed towards Defense Academy a stone-throw from my house. I was at the top of the hill and place where the community graveyard was when two known faces, Aaron my nephew and Danma his friend, met me. They are both youths and hidden merchants of the dark aim of their lord. I was surprised that they approached me humbly and friendly too. “We are form farm. The crops as you can see are ripe for harvest,” Danma said pointing to the thicket of farmland surrounding the graveyard. “I am headed toward the defense academy,” I said to them and left. I found myself thinking of a serious financial worry on the way. Before I knew it I was considering suicide as there seemed no way out of the planted financial worry. I was so thinking when came I to a shop by the roadside occupied by the somber faces of long acquainted traders, all of them reaching out to shake my hand. A Café owner mockingly said, “I have no money, I would have given this honest man to settle his worries.” I took no offence, but nib a small piece from the fabric of their stall and held it with the tip of my fingers. It was plywood. I passed on and was onto a busy street. It seemed impossible to cross the street that I stand to cross. The motorcade here seemed to know little, if not nothing about speed limit. It will be suicidal for me to cross, and in analyzing the chirped in financial worries, I began questioning whether they are really mine? No! I have no worry whatsoever! I told myself and awoke.

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The lazy one knows where the soup is sweet

He goes from house to house,

If there is no sacrifice today,

His breastbone will stick out!

-Yoruba saying

Eternal,

Marty and Cats, Lucky, Poppy, and Sissy

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Posted 9/8/2008 9:52 AM (#10074 - in reply to #703)
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ALIEN LOVER 10-03-2001 By Danjummai

…”And I will always love youuuuuu”… This song filled the night and depth of Juma’s mind, filtering from the inbuilt sensitive speakers of his computer which was executing its last task for the day before shut down. When Windows finally closed, its owner was fast asleep. The bed-sitter and room of Juma was now in complete darkness. Man and machine are now at a peaceful rest. Juma was cuddling a pillow in his arms, his face turned towards his best friend poised on the table by his bedside. “I will always love you,” he muttered in his sleep. He was dreaming of his beloved Binta, young and beautiful, laid before him by the appeasing bank of a lovely sea. It was a starry night and he was dozing while Binta, his love was ruminating beside him. She rose, kissed and caressed his chest. He opened his eyes to find her atop him. They made love and fell into light sleep. She was the first to awaken and delightfully ran her fingers on his bared chest. Juma opened his eyes and smiled. “Have you told him?” Binta asked. “Not yet love. Father is unpredictable. Let us take time knowing ourselves better as agreed.” Juma said. “You humans are funny. We have known each other for five years and you still think we ought to know more. Are we saying that our love is not true?” Juma sat up. The tilt of their discussion is going wayward. He was not ready for where Binta usually knot her lines if it comes to this very argument which is like a cog in the wheel of their bid to get married. Juma is afraid to introduce Binta to his father an eccentric multi-billionaire who has been grooming Juma, his only son to take over from him. “Come on, darling, let’s be patient. You don’t know father as I do. You know I love you very much and I will be the most happier to be married to you. You have to trust me on this.” Binta stood up and Juma with her. They stood staring at each other’s eyes as if prying to learn the truth from their gaze. She was reading his mind. He opened up wider for her blue eyes to see into him. He felt his vision melting till she had logged in completely. He partially watched the halting of motion from the area of the sea and beyond. She had reached to where truth lies. “We are now united,” he heard Binta say. “I know you truly love me. I know you care. I summon you to strengthen your resistance mechanism. You must have to resist your fears to forge ahead. I command you to relax as I proceed to heal your soul,” Binta muttered. Juma’s eyes closed and blinked open again. He saw a pool of light sauntering from his head down to his feet. His eyes blinked again and when they had vision he saw a brilliant figure before him. “Binta, wait is it father?” His mind queried “Juma, I am your father,” the voice said. “Ah, Father, I am glad to see you," he said a bit surprised. "Where is this place?” Juma asked. “Don’t bother. Come to me son. I want to show you something,” his father said and they went strolling ahead. “You see, my son, there is nothing greater than knowledge which leads to wisdom. There is nothing worse than ignorance and fear. I want you take good hold of yourself. Throw away your fears and reach out to the world and indiscriminately drink from its many fountains,” his father said. “Father, I must confess that I have been in love with someone dear, an alien from outside our world and I fear that you will disapprove,” Juma said. “Where is my daughter-in-law?” his father asked. Juma looked around but Binta was nowhere in sight. “Believe me father we were right here a while ago.” “I believe you my son. But have you checked there” his father said, motioning to Juma’s chest. Juma lowered his gaze to his heart-line. “Father I can’t see…” he began. “Of course you can! Get your thoughts together and break the walls!’ Juma zeroed his mind on his target. At a point he saw his body turning into light, then he saw his light shooting like a meteor into a cluster of light. “O, my God! Is this real?” He queried. “Reality and dream are both products of the mind, you should count yourself lucky that you are right now in the middle of all,’ his father said. “Wow, this is great,” he excitedly said. “There is something much greater son – winning the heart of love! I want you walk in there with my blessings and comb the entire nooks and crannies of their cities to get me back my daughter-in-low,” his father said. “Are you not coming with me?” Juma asked. Not really but I will be what you want to see; I will be what you want to hear; I will be your every touch and feel; I will wait right here and watch your return.” Juma’s father snapped his fingers and there appeared Huston who took a bow in front of them and began her remixed version of ‘I will always love you’… “Well, over to you Captain, the pleasure is yours. A piece of advice though, is to take things easy or you end up being caught in the web.” “…and I will always love youuuuuu…” Huston knotted her song bowed in front of Juma and descended into a busy street. Juma followed as she walked swinging her hips. She stopped by a white car and went in. The car had a weird plate number reading ‘KARMA.’ Huston winked to Juma and sent her powerful sports car screeching into the street. The street broadened, turning into a racing course. Juma and several other cars were in line to begin a race. The opening saw all the cars and Juma flying above in the same speed. Then the white car slowly inched forward ahead of the rest, followed by Juma who laboriously propelled himself to catch up. The gap between man and machine was widening. Huston was at a comfortable distance ahead. Juma’s courage was put to test. The tearing of engine and the stretching of brain headed towards the last lap of the race where a winner was to emerge. Juma closed his eyes. His speed tremendously increased and soon he was at par with the white car, the rest of the cars trailed far behind. When Juma stretched further, he sleekly overtook the white car, shooting past the boisterous crowd at the finishing line and flying into the unknown. He awoke to find himself in a strange land. The captivating beauty of the scenery he saw around him blocked the channel of fear that began rearing in his mind. He headed toward the reception of a beautiful hotel. Juma went in, walking atop a diamond floor. The dancing floor caught his attention where elegantly dressed damsels and gentle denizens were marrying. In the middle of the floor and in a pool of light was Mariah in the embrace of Bob Marley, Phil Colin’s ‘Another day in paradise’ filled the lovely night. Juma watched the scenario as if in dream. When the track finished the crowd gave Marley and Mariah a standing ovation. “Jamon!” Marley said and tapped Juma on the shoulder. Juma was dumbfounded. “You kept Jah Rastafara waiting isn’t it? Marley said and laughed. “Beg your pardon Sir? Juma said. “Never mind! It is allowed in No-Man’s-Land. I want you meet here my love mademoiselle Kaaray,” Marley said. They all laughed to Marley’s comic. Mariah and Juma warmly shook hands and then Marley slipped his arms on their shoulders and directed them towards a picturesque opening by the edge of a wall. Mariah lit a Jamaican weed and blew the smoke in the face of Juma. “I have never seen the face of your friend around. Is he a resident or visitor?” She asked “Tara! You like his black dick right? Just hold on a moment honey. When I am finished with him you can have fun life long,” Marley said and laughed. Mariah walked to Juma and pressed her body close. “You heard what he said. You’re mine!” She said putting her arms around his neck. “Easy mademoiselle, the man just arrived. You get your ass aside and let me teach the guy the nitty-gritty that turns you on.” Marley said. Mariah quickly stepped aside. “Over here my angel,” Marley beckoned to Juma. “See that garden by the Atlantic?” “Yes, the one by the white mansion?” “Sharp eyes you’ve got,” “See that woman there?” “Yes, the one in red?” He asked. “Yeah, you are there Romeo!” Marley said and left him partially awake. “Had a lovely trip?” Someone asked Juma. “May be it is a dream.” He countered. “Oh, what’s this sound?” He asked, now fully awake “I will always love you…”

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Posted 9/16/2008 3:36 PM (#10257 - in reply to #703)
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Daw Aung San Suu Kyi/Shakespeare 07-19-2005

I was watching a mechanism that makes phones receive messages for their owners. There was a code for those that do not want to be disturbed, to reject calls, no matter how others try to cheat the machine. I watched an Asian explaining to a European how the answering machine works. I left the two and went into the news where I listened to a news item: “Ang San Suu Kyi is sick She Suffers from painful rashes that appeared all over her skin and most sensitive part. The activist is receiving treatment at a hospital near her home.” I flew into her home and saw her bathing. I watched the bathtub she was bathing in and it appeared someone planted a virus in the bathtub, resulting in her infection. I watched as she received treatment form a male doctor. We locked eyes, but it seemed her gaze was far away. I left for a most strange publishing house. There the same Asian I passed intimating the European about the answering machine was still at work. Here, he was talking about the printing press. “People come here form all over the globe to download materials. I am the only living soul. The rest is machine,” he said. I went round the place watching the peculiar machines churning out words. There were papers and trays all over the large hall. There were large shelves around the walls stacked with fat books. I was in a library. The Asian was by my side showing me works. I watched a collection of poetry works in an encased glass. The European was by my side. We were watching a separate book titled “26.” “Do you have the work of Shakespeare?” The European asked. “We have works of old and now,” the host answered and I awoke.

 

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Posted 9/16/2008 6:24 PM (#10261 - in reply to #754)
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Dear Danjummai

Reading and re-reading your dream posts I went back to the start of the thread; wondering, what are you asking by posting such intimate depth material ?

Your first post said, expecting nothing; so that was my question answered.

Then I read your second post. I personally am unaware of any such 'Jewish' custom. True Judaism, as in the essential truth of all of our religions is love: each of us, sparks of the Divine yearning to flame into union with the One.

Of course, explicit religious signatures have varied contexts and meanings; according to our personal contexts - as do our posts, our journeys & dreams.

Namaste
Paul




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Posted 9/17/2008 5:40 PM (#10289 - in reply to #703)
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Dear Paul,

Thanks a million for sharing your thought/belief. I have forgotten I have posted any such question about the Jewish 'dream-custom' May be it was a rhetorical question too. However, shallow experience has shown that dreams are just dreams, just like poetry dear brother, which you know is subject to different interpretation. As far as I assume, the subconscious is one sure area free from the rule of context. Amateurs like me just lie in our beds and see things, things we try to share with the larger society to guide us in our search for ultimate truth. Dreams just come to us. We did not make them. So "personal contexts," as far as the dream process is concerned is like confining the loaded messages in dream. However personal a dream, it has a touch with the whole – this, my weird assumption of course.

With Love Infinite!

Shalom! 

 
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Posted 9/18/2008 4:01 PM (#10299 - in reply to #703)
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BLACK JEWS 07-10-05

I was into a football pitch in an Israeli suburb that has a large Palestinian population. There was peace in the entire region which I watched one after the other standing in the middle of a football pitch. I was watching two people, one Jew, who looked as a trainer, and the other a black man, looking like a trainee. The black man was looking sullen, perhaps from the hard training I saw him underwent. There was suddenly an air of resentment from the aura of the two. The coach took a wide shot with the ball before him, as if in an expression of his bolted anger, and the trainee ran after the ball to bring it back. This he did sluggishly. The drill went on and on, till the trainer got tired and refused to play. Meanwhile the trainee turned away his face from his master. I went to him and said: “What’s the matter bro?” He said: “Go and leave us alone! Do you know what these people are thinking of us, Blacks? Do you know what Arab/Israeli peace means? It means the end of a long lasted strife and the beginning of black tribulation. They are treating us like shit, and with the vacuum now about to be filled, we will be the next target. They will try to crush us as the Yankees tried and failed with their own black race. But here, they will meet with the toughest nut of the Children of God. We’ll teach them True Essence, thereby teaching the world to let things be the way God wants. You heard all, go now and leave us alone,” the stout looking young man somberly said shifting his gaze to ground. I looked at the other man whose face had turned red and glistening with sweat and went away feeling the heat from their loaded emotions. I awoke.

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They sought to caste off one chain for another. The manor house and it's virtues, airs, attitudes and fancies. There is subjugation in any and all walks of life. We are ultimately slaves and slavers, because we fear! But, we must realize that no matter what, we all serve somebody.........

"You might be a pauper or even a king,

you might be a poet or just about anything,

You might be the Devil, or you might be the Lord,

But your still gonna serve somebody,

'Cause everybody has to serve somebody!"

Peace be with you,

Marty and Felines Domesticus, Luckylee, Poppyhead, and SissyGirl

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Posted 9/20/2008 2:29 PM (#10354 - in reply to #703)
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MacCain Vs. Obama 09-18-08

I was watching the luminous images of two males, one atop the other. The image at the top looked like that of Obama and his light was more brilliant than the one at the bottom whose light was so brilliantly contorted it was difficult to say it was that of McCain or not. I awoke.

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Right &Wrong 09-28-08

We were in new place. There were some ladies and a tall moderately built American in our midst. I was the only African there. The surrounding looked like a hostel with walls sprayed with ash-colored paint “I am having a cold feeling, “the energetic American said. “There are two walls to this edifice and you still feel cold?” I queried as we entered the study room where the two ladies were seated. “There are two things as far as I am concerned, Negative and Positive,” my friend said his voice sounding strained with anger whose reddish glow spread across his face. “Calm down Paul,” I found myself saying. “Although there is the Negative and the Positive forces, I see the two serving the same purpose of our creation.” My friend looked more embittered by this personal view point and went round our meeting place waxing about his muscles to the two ladies in concordance with my view. His face looked so pale and his greenish eyes so intense as he watched me withdraw from the chambers of sleep and awoke.

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Posted 9/28/2008 3:32 PM (#10490 - in reply to #10487)
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Dear Danjummai, Dream-seer: - just for the record (ha !), i read this dream before my last post


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Posted 9/29/2008 3:21 PM (#10512 - in reply to #10487)
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It was warm and it had just rained. The air smelled clean. We marched a bit down the trail to the village that was "friendly." The sky remained calm, but the land burst with thunder just at the edge of the village. Men cried and bled.

I shoved the entrails of Davey into his gut and told him to hold his gut closed. I told him that they would sew him together again, and he would be as good as new. I watched him hear my words as the flame of life flickered out of his eyes. Then I watched a Davey that was no longer him.

I ordered a retreat....I ordered a run for your M@#$$%^$ing life. The rain started and pelted us and sped us on our way.

We went back to the Minh village. They were very much French and did French things. They were having a wedding. The bride was in white and the groom wore a makeshift tuxedo. There was a Viet priest and he presided over the ceremony. He never saw the rainstorm coming!

And, I took comfort in the sound of the rain. As bullets flew I dreamed of the falling rain. The barrels of our bigger guns got so hot...we had to dose them with water....to keep the rain falling. The brides white dress was red. The grooms hand was in a pocket grasping a ring that his bride would never wear. The ceremony was complete!

We stopped when we ran out of ammo. We saw nothing move. It began to rain, a gentle rain on a warm afternoon. We were exhausted, yet elated. Several boys high fived. I was secretly crying. There was a movement in the center of the ceremony place. A little girl stood up with a wreath of flowers in her hair and a bouquet in her hand. Boaz took out his sidearm and shot her in the head. Shot her dead! Someone, whose name will never be known took out his side arm and shot Boaz dead between the eyes.

The horror of it all was too much for that person, but the horror of the little girl was way more than even the strongest person can stand. If the little girl had just stayed down...down among the bloody bodies. But, the person who responded to Boaz has no regrets, as there can exist extreme cruelty in life, but there is ALWAYS a defining limit. When someone says that the cruelty must stop!

Pax Vobiscum,

Marty and 3X3 lived cats, Luck, Popp and Siss

P.S. Any, all or other events depicted are things drawn from composite memory of the author and the names are certainly not authentic. Much might be authorial license....but, the person who shot the little girl with the wreath in her hair and the bouquet is, not only really dead, but most sincerely dead!

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Posted 9/30/2008 7:20 AM (#10541 - in reply to #10512)
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Heavy story Marty .... are you then, a Vietnam veteran may I ask?

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Posted 10/13/2008 11:48 AM (#11141 - in reply to #703)
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Foreign Visitors 10-11-08

I was walking with a friend, suddenly we reached a heavily guarded street where plain clothe and uniformed people were standing on guard. The surrounding was strangely familiar. It looked like the temple a stone-throw from home. Then we came towards the gates where we were watching the spacious space where heavy jeeps of foreign visitors were parked. The visitors were from UK and USA. They were in a meeting with the Sheikh of the religious site, Yusuf (Joseph). They were listening to him delivering a speech. I knew Yusuf for long. I remembered his double-faced nature in the matter of the mammon and inwardly laughed. When my attention came back I realized that my partner had walked a distance far. When I tried to catch up I found my feet not agreeing with me. They felt heavy as I walked. When my head got drowsy, I found that I was back in the chambers with the foreigners. I was the one delivering the lecture. There were a couple of us on the stage while the rest paid attention to what we were saying. One of the visitors wrote number 1 on a board at our back with a white chalk and said something I didn't quite comprehend. I collected the chalk and responded, saying: “He deserves it.” Another visitor by my side responded, saying: “It is his as long as it remains in circulation.” This did not quite make any sense. I was into deeper thought but unfortunately, I was unable to sense anything save a faint idea that he was referring to wealth. I awoke.



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Posted 10/13/2008 3:57 PM (#11154 - in reply to #11141)
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Factual response:

I wore my black work suit today. Turning around after speaking to my colleague, she said, what is that mess on your jacket ?

I took off my jacket, and there was a white-ish stain, with a central core of clarity. Where had that come from, I thought ? Bird dropping? Leaning against a white pillar? I scraped it off, washing with difficulty what did not want to leave ...

That was 10 hours ago; now I have just read Danjummai's dream !
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Posted 10/27/2008 3:12 PM (#11632 - in reply to #703)
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God Have Mercy 10-27-08

It was Monday. I was in a hospital with a tall and heavily built female nurse. She was showing me how to properly fill a request form. “You should cancel and correct this area,’ she said illustrating to me how to do it on the form. The form I noticed was printed and filled in black ink. She gave me back the form after the illustration and I went into the doctor’s office. I bumped into a middle-aged man of African descent. He seemed ruffled by my sudden intrusion. He was of average height with a polite face like that of the doctor he was. He began a systematic telepathic interrogation, prying to learn who I was. After the brief interrogation he said: “We don’t file in request forms here any more.” He collected the form and placing it before us ran a finger through:

“Name: Ahmad Umar Abdullahi

Address: No. 25, Garun Kurama Road, Unguwar Shanu, Kaduna, Nigeria

Age:       43 Years

Marital Status: Divorced

Requests: Early Birth/Early Death

Selection: Early Death.”

He smiled, gave me back the form and called a nurse working with him. “Take this man to the theatre-room and let him sit and correct a request filled against him by his ex-wife. May God have Mercy on her,” he said and went back into his office. I followed the nurse into the theatre-room which I found empty and looking like an ordinary ward. I sat on one of the beds, making myself at home to begin digesting information I gathered. “We don’t work today. We work tomorrow,” the voice of the slim and short nurse echoed in the theatre-room. “I understand. I will just cancel the earlier request, effect correction and be on my way,” I said. The nurse, also of African descent left quietly, closing the door behind her. I began digesting the loaded data. Why did she want my early death? I cracked my brain a while, the wording in her request crossing my sight: “Age: 43 YEARS; Selection: EARLY DEATH.” I awoke sweating.

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Posted 10/27/2008 5:47 PM (#11642 - in reply to #703)
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Ahmad, I would pay good money to spend 5 minutes in your brain...it thinks and communicates in a manner which is completely real and true, so authentically 'you'....I so look forward to

your dreams and the way you tell your story.

One does have to wonder about the white substance on your jacket, Paul, and how it maybe correlates to Ahmad's dream....things that make you go "hmmm"!

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Posted 10/28/2008 4:59 AM (#11648 - in reply to #11642)
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Quite so Lori - and before the Hallowe'en invitation too !
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Posted 10/28/2008 2:39 PM (#11692 - in reply to #703)
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Haha! Absolutely!!
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Posted 10/29/2008 4:29 PM (#11746 - in reply to #703)
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You Will Come Back 06-05-08

I was into the house of Hasan to see his daughter Khadijah and instead met Zainab her step-sister just back from her nursing job. I took off my white sandals and sat on the sofa by the door. Zainab welcomed me and when asked where Khadijah was she said: "I am Khadijah." She undressed, went into the bedroom searching for her pair of brown sandals which looked similar to mine. She wore them and came out while I sat there numb. Her face looked distant avoiding my prying eyes. She mumbled further, saying: “She always get hooked with the light while I end up with the bore?” I stood up wore my sandals and stepped out. “I will let you finish dressing and come back so we can watch TV,” I said as I made to depart. “Yes, you will go and come back when I am rested. Then we’ll sit and talk some more,” she said looking at me straight. I touched the back-pocket of my dark-blue jeans to feel money I had, satisfied it was not lost; I took my leave and awoke.

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Posted 10/30/2008 6:05 AM (#11756 - in reply to #11746)
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Thought about you last night Ahmad as saw on the world news there is trouble in the Congo ... hope you are not affected ..

peaceful blessings to Your Holy Self
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Posted 10/30/2008 8:54 AM (#11760 - in reply to #703)
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Thinking about you a lot Paul,

felt ripples of the trouble in Congo, though not privileged to watch the news, rest assured no harm done. Haven't forgotten my Kola nut promise.

Thanks for the concern.

Infinite Love!

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Posted 10/30/2008 9:02 AM (#11761 - in reply to #11760)
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Aha - be well Ahmad - & the dream above was the day before my wife's birthday !!
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Posted 10/30/2008 9:05 AM (#11762 - in reply to #703)
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Coming To America 09-28-08

“You will go to the United States of America. There you will complete your studies and work; there you will know what to do as was ingrained in your brain. Here is your ticket and travel document. You shall come alone. As for your wife, you know better,” a voice said in my ear as I stood in a banking hall. I was standing over customer desk of the bank where I stood over Peter and his colleague, Lucinda. Peter’s gaze was distant; Lucinda was looking up at me with a dazzling smile. She wore an open necked gown revealing a voluptuous set of tempting breasts. “As for your wife, you know better,” I recalled and felt appeased. “You shall come alone,” was amplified, and I felt a fog of sadness closing in. I felt uncertain, and Lucinda was seated there staring up at me with her charming smile. I will regret leaving her behind since I was to go alone I thought and intensely watched her, watching myself. Those impeccable set of white teeth, I felt I know too well. Suddenly it was night and I had to go. I went out the bank and headed for the airport with my ticket and travel documents in had and I awoke.

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Posted 10/30/2008 10:25 AM (#11772 - in reply to #703)
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Happy birthday to Paul's wife!~

Ahmad...I want to eat what you eat and drink what you drink before you sleep so I can remember my dreams so clearly...I am envious!


Blessings and beautiful night visions to you, always
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Posted 10/30/2008 10:42 AM (#11777 - in reply to #11772)
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Lori - nice to chat in reali-ish time ... btw that is my Columbo impersonation (Peter Falk - great character ...)
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Posted 10/30/2008 10:46 AM (#11778 - in reply to #703)
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Hey, nice accent, there!

I never watched that show much...cop shows never did it for me....

Yes indeed, nice to commune in real time! Going to DIY 2 to talk about a thought that Cara shared...be right there!
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Posted 10/30/2008 10:49 AM (#11779 - in reply to #11778)
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Ah but yes but no but - Columbo is much more than a 'cop show', which don't do much for me either/anyway .... worth a look if you have a rainy afternoon ... and some great actors/actresses have been in them and directed them ... Columbo always refers to 'Mrs Columbo' but we have never seen her, nor do we know her name ... really, do try to see one ....
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Posted 10/30/2008 11:22 AM (#11792 - in reply to #703)
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OK, will trust you on that. Afraid the rainy season has passed us by here already..will have to settle for a sunny afternoon or a lazy night!
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Posted 10/30/2008 11:28 AM (#11794 - in reply to #11792)
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The first 10 -15 minutes of Columbo is usually dreary, as we have to watch someone who thinks they are a genius commit the perfect murder (it is not gruesome though), then patience is rewarded as scruffy Columbo enters, looking like a tramp who lives in his clothes, always a crumpled pale suit and macintosh, always with a cigar stub, driving a car that looks like train wreck, fooling the the perfect murderer into thinking Columbo is a fool - hence, partly the metaphysical element I perceive, 'cos of my affinity with our being called to be 'fools of God', or, in the Biblical texts, 'wise as serpants, gentle as doves', or as Jesus is cited, 'be ye as litle children' ... Columbo seems to me to exemplify those maxims which for me are wonderful ... maybe i'll add one as a signature ...
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Posted 10/30/2008 1:00 PM (#11823 - in reply to #703)
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Happy birthday to your wify Paul dear - when enshrined in dreams one surely misses TV and movies as I do but will surely catch up may be in the sunny days when one would, as mademoiselle Lori said somewhere, 'lazy' about and I add frolic around, for indeed I love watching TV and movies, favorites; Matrix, Angels series, Ghost and a hoard of new one. I love romance, adventure, action and thrillers too. I Love All...

When Time and Venue is slated,

Movies we All are,

More than being Watchers!

 

Hope you watched a romantic one with Wife on her birthday…


Ahmad...I want to eat what you eat and drink what you drink before you sleep so I can remember my dreams so clearly...I am envious!

Dear Lori, if that is a promise, I am eager!

We shall wine and Dine

And Dream Dreams

All life long…

 

Blessings to You All!

 

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Posted 10/30/2008 2:40 PM (#11828 - in reply to #703)
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Wonder of wonders! What grace flows within the saqi's tavern!
The secrets of both worlds are an open book in his cup.

Why do you seek in the temple? What will you find in the Ka'aba?
Open your inner eye, look in the idol house of your heart.

Friends, by morning you'll find nothing here but ashes:
My heart also burns, with the same sorrow as the moth.

The wine of Truth the saqi keeps concealed in his eyes,
Whatever he pours in the cup deceives thirst.

Who is aware of this wonder? Without instruments
Resounds a symphony in the chamber of the heart!

Saqi, is slaying my desire your kind of mercy?
I hear endless ecstasy reigns in your tavern.

In moments of quietude, I often begin to wonder:
Is a musician playing a melody within my joyful heart?

In all your life, Darshan, nowhere will you find
A joy to rival the rapture of Master's tavern.


-Darshan Singh; Wonder Of Wonders!










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Posted 10/30/2008 3:08 PM (#11829 - in reply to #11777)
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Lori dearest - i may be doing her or him a great disservice but Darshan Singh sounds to me as if they have read a great deal of Rumi, or Omar Khayam et al

olde friends of mine from way back ...

'dear Father, we dream .. ' N Diamond

Ahmad - have i got dates mixed up ... ? if your dream was recently, then I misread ...

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Posted 10/30/2008 4:38 PM (#11837 - in reply to #703)
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Sant Darshan Singh Ji Maharaj (1921-1989) is known as the poet-saint of India. Perhaps he was indeed influenced by Rumi. Hard not to be, I dare say

Ahmad, it is a promise

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Posted 10/31/2008 5:33 AM (#11852 - in reply to #11837)
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You are right Lori, I am too harsh a critic please forgive me ... maybe it was Singh who reminded me of Singh !

Then too there is also, Rabindranath Tagore !!
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Posted 10/31/2008 3:51 PM (#11879 - in reply to #703)
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Dearest Paul,

Three colors of Kola nut: white, not-so-white and red. Whichever you've chosen that I promised

hope you like it

nay, like it you must

no mixed-dates...xxx

LORI, you touched me!

now in earnest I await

the promise to which

I am obliged...

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Posted 10/31/2008 3:53 PM (#11880 - in reply to #703)
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Psychic Phenomenon 09-16-08

I was on phone conducting an interview with a beautiful young nurse I was to employ to be my assistant when two of the nurse’s younger sisters linked with the line and consequently jammed it, blocking their elder sister to get to me. “Who are you?’ One of the sisters asked. I must have told them something I can’t remember, and they began shivering in fear. I cut off and was back at home with my outgoing nurse waiting on me having served with me her quarter. It was morning. The young nurse had found her way into the centre for her interview. “How much of psychic phenomenon or virus-logy do you know to be able to work with him. You know he is heard in two states and that is big money you know?” My assistant fired. The young nurse just smiled and I awoke.

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Posted 10/31/2008 11:26 PM (#11891 - in reply to #703)
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Well, let's wine and dine! What should we fix for this first feast!?

Interesting dream, from a personal perspective, Ahmad!

Can we make wine from the Kola nut? I have a feeling we would be dancing on the ceiling instead of dreaming the night away, though!

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Posted 11/1/2008 5:22 AM (#11901 - in reply to #11891)
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for wining and dining, please see Omar Khayyam too !
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Posted 11/1/2008 2:38 PM (#11943 - in reply to #703)
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No, Me Lord! Let your Omar lie there where it suits him probably in a book - if we can not make wine from the ceiling, Signora, I suggest we instead eat fish in Harlem...

 

Love You All!

 
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Posted 11/1/2008 2:42 PM (#11944 - in reply to #703)
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You Share…01-11-08

It was day time. I was lying on my prayer mat watching my wife and a female fish-vendor talking in our compound. The fish-vendor asked my wife to buy but my wife declined saying, “I will have to ask my husband.” I saw myself munching a broiled fish in my hand. I saw that my wife too was eating the same. “You and your husband are sharing a great secret,” the fish-vendor said. My wife left her and came towards me munching her fish. I saw a long black zip being zipped beginning from where I was lying to where my wife was coming and awoke.

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Posted 11/1/2008 2:55 PM (#11945 - in reply to #703)
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Harlem 08-29-05

It was a highly sophisticated urban setting. My house was located in a mountainous region. It was early morning. I was seated on a rock by the seaside. I was writing my entry to a website that was collating data on the experiences of couples in family life. I had finished the closing chapter and was about to send. The closing chapter reads: “I wonder what prompts people to want to kill their fellow beings. I wonder the nature of subsistence which was so modeled by the natural law of survival of the fittest.” I searched the address of the website on the other palmtop in my hand which had a short antennae rotating 280 degrees searching for the destination to dispatch its mail. Soon the screen displayed a pyramidal set of modern roofing spanning beautifully in red and yellow colors. I adjusted the cursor and my destination came into proper view. When I pressed send, I myself was dispatched there live. I found myself at the gate of a religious site with six others comprising all genderr. The nun by the gate being the seventh. Each of them had the same type of my peculiar sets of palmtops. The streets were deserted that hour of the morning. As we waited, a charismatic old man, tall and well in shape came ambling about. He wore a long black coat atop a crystal white shirt He said nothing as he passed. But when he came around he addressed us thus: “Those who are unable to bring their entries today, it will be the day after tomorrow. Much money will be for those whose phones have large inbuilt memory capacity and power storage. Harlem, right by the gate, has small memory capacity and power retention mechanism. This is the reason why they are dependent on electricity to promptly function,” he said in a low and heavily accented voice. I awoke.

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Posted 11/1/2008 5:20 PM (#11946 - in reply to #703)
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Well now..I'll bet my last tooth that you can get some seriously fine and soulful fish in Harlem!!!!
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Posted 11/2/2008 4:49 AM (#11959 - in reply to #11946)
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I am told on some authority, though not Omar Khayyam, that

"There is a rose in Spanish harlem"

(is that a musical crossover link to the music threads !! .. or a lingering spectre (Spector, as in Phil, from Hallowe'en)


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Posted 11/2/2008 5:30 PM (#11980 - in reply to #703)
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Phil Spector, intersting fellow, eh?
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Posted 11/3/2008 4:28 AM (#11988 - in reply to #11980)
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A number of dreams last night, one vividly in Africa, where I was on a road coming out of the deserted wilderness, or bush, or savannah, seeing then many hunters of different races, such that I needed to hide and be careful; then by the roadside, a tree, with many trunks and branches, such that I could step into it, and wondered if I should spend the night there, but there was no suitable place to lie down, and i was worried about being devoured by lions; so regrettfully I left what felt like a very special tree, and wandered into a factory that was making plates. I was looking for a lift to 'Amaretto' (sic) ... and thought if I hung around the plate factory a lorry might give me a lift there.

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Posted 11/4/2008 6:53 AM (#12043 - in reply to #703)
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Vah!Vah!Vah! 

Mademoiselle, I want to believe you are almost there...

Warm Feelings!

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Obama Is President 11-04-2008

It was morning. I was sleeping on my seattee when heard I a voice saying: "Obama is US President" and saw I the english alphabets: "UMS." I awoke to find the time was 09:56 am.

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Mission Accompli 04-24-2005

I was before the gates of a kingdom with a handful of loyal and committed warriors ready to sacrifice their lives in our cause. The gates were made of solid iron and the enemy highly skilled in the art of warfare. The impression was that we were there to liberate my young and beautiful queen who was abducted by the tyrannical forces of the land. The guards were positioned at every corner of the kingdom. We had our fighting plan. When I gave the signal we launched a decisive attack which was swift, fierce and bloody; knocking off all my warriors except the elderly who survived, being able to fight healing his wounds at the same time. We had a long way to go, and the lieutenant having to grapple with his combined schedule began loosing speed. I had to relieve him to fully concentrate on his healing and recovery. I continued the fight alone and was able to knock the remaining guards to liberate the land. I broke into the cell where was kept my beloved and met her with her aged aunty. Our mission was accomplished. I took away my beloved and left behind my fully recovered lieutenant to rule. I awoke.

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Posted 11/5/2008 3:48 PM (#12130 - in reply to #12121)
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Right behind ya, my man, Ahmad, or in front, who knows, who cares ? Mission indeed accomplished - allonz-ye (pardon, franglais)

let's go find better and better places
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Posted 11/5/2008 7:03 PM (#12144 - in reply to #703)
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Waving to Ahmad...may your dreams continue to be thought provoking to you, and all...

Lots of Love everywhere!
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Posted 11/6/2008 5:32 AM (#12158 - in reply to #703)
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Either ways, front, back, left, right and centre does not matter my lovelies. What will matter may be is the Devinci Junior SOS received at the dawn of the 'historic election' - just may be. We all are to congratulate.

 Congratulations to US!

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Posted 11/6/2008 5:36 AM (#12159 - in reply to #703)
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Devinci Junior 11-04-3008

It was towards dawn Nigerian time. I saw myself relaxing in day time in the midst of family members. Then my cell-phone began to ring. I ignored it for a considerable time until it got irritating and I reluctantly picked up and heard a masculine voice saying “Hello.” ‘Who is this? Who gave you this number?” I asked. “Junior Devinci. I want you to do me a favor. I want you reach this message to my family members in the US where I own a large sparse of landed property. I am hospitalized. We are loosing the battle I need reinforcement.” He shook my hand and turned to go with the three other elderly persons with him, all wearing white clothes. I tarried there a while watching their backs as they went and thinking over what he said. Is he sick? But it did not show. He turned back with the others smiling as they faded. I saw myself in the midst of a laboring youth busy at a construction site where a magnificent edifice was in construction. Three youth were carrying a heavy pyramidal iron each at the sides of the pyramid. The one by me had lost his strength and the iron bar came slipping down. I quickly stepped in and grabbed it up. The three of us reached it to the end of a wall and hoisted it. The youths that were there watched us with mouths agape and I awoke.

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Posted 11/6/2008 12:20 PM (#12163 - in reply to #703)
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Wow, Ahmad...how symbolic in many ways your dream is...dreams are..

Thank you for congratulations, I feel the world should be congratulated, not just us in the good ole U.S!

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Posted 11/6/2008 1:17 PM (#12171 - in reply to #703)
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Thanks Lori for the reminder and 'wave,' stay, don't try wriggle out of that promise…

Love Infinite!

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Posted 11/6/2008 7:11 PM (#12188 - in reply to #703)
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Ok Ok Ahmad..no wriggling and or wiggling here. But airfare will be so steep, no?

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Posted 11/7/2008 9:39 AM (#12223 - in reply to #703)
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Miracles-Magic-the Abnormal still happen Lori...
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Posted 11/7/2008 3:16 PM (#12243 - in reply to #703)
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oh my friend Ahmad..they certainly do, for if we didn't have faith in them, there would be less wonder in the world..
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Posted 11/11/2008 2:11 PM (#12326 - in reply to #703)
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So what says you? Yes/No?

While awaiting the act of our faith, why not have a rejoinder and Last Supper - All together. It shall be fun!

Love Infinite!

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Posted 11/11/2008 2:13 PM (#12327 - in reply to #703)
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A Rejoinder 11-11-2008

I watched a childhood friend jubilating and praising himself over his article that gained a front-page prominence on a national daily. “This is a perfect story,” He said, showing me the page. “Yes, but let the readers be the ones to judge. You are not to praise yourself,” I said. “You’re right, but I am happier with the way you edited the story. I remember having used the word Attachment for Attaché in a mistake that would have ruined the essence of the story,” he said and I awoke.

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Last Supper 11-08-2008

It was a strange land. I visited an elder to spend a couple of days. He attached me with an aid to be following me around on a bicycle. I was riding through a muddy region with the aid perched behind me on the carrier. When we turned to come back I said: “Look, let me tell you. You were assigned to follow me around that your boss knows whatever I said and do. He is watching right now. He thinks he brought me here by force not knowing I am here on my own volition. He thinks too that my humility is an act of weakness while I think it is my greatest strength. He thinks he’s entrapped me while today I will show him by going as I wish. If he has the power let him stop me. I stopped the bicycle by the gate. The young aid was unable to stand properly on his feet. He was shaking from head to toe in fear. I went in and met the master waiting my arrival. “Shall I go back and lock the gate, seeing that I am the last, and lest some strangers strayed in?” I said. “That would have been most insensitive. You have no idea how many people come here daily. 90% of the world population comes here daily to have their meals. Some in the day time, some at night. So it is wise to have left it open that everyone comes in as they wish.” I saw multitude of people coming through the white-painted gate. Soon where we stood turned into a spacious dinning hall filled to capacity. Those present were solely white males. I was seated with the master in the front flank with a bearded youth beside me. There wasn’t a feminine presence except for two dark figures I recognized to be my two female friends who had surreptitiously sneaked in to have a look. We were served African food. I was eating Tuwo and Miyan Kubewa (Okro soup). My two friends were standing by my table, thinking that they were covered from everyone’s sight. One of the bold one came forward, poked a finger on the soup and licked up. Humm, she seemed to like the taste, but was puzzled that I was a Hausa-Fulani, rather than the Easterners or Westerners she had known. When she came to lick the second time, I had finished eating my Tuwo, I pushed to her the remaining soup with a liver I had reserved to eat the last. What? He sees? She thought for a second before grasping the plate and returned to her friend. I awoke.

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Posted 11/11/2008 3:06 PM (#12330 - in reply to #703)
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Ahmad - rushing, so cannot do proper dignity to your dream ... all i will say now, reserved to come back, is

a) the major historical, symbolical, political and spiritual significance of recent weeks' election ...

&

b) the very swift rapidity with which, for example, junk e-mails are already hitting the systems, of eg, I hate to reproduce it, I only do it because love must be strong enough to overpower hate ... I was going to type it but will not as it is too negative against Mr Obama....

As the great Neil Young said, 'Rust never sleeps', neither does evil. Paradoxically, the only antidote to hate is, love xx

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Posted 11/16/2008 10:11 AM (#12453 - in reply to #703)
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Two Faces of the World 11-14-2000

I came home to meet an old lady posing to be my mum. I met my sister and her boy friend narrating the story of a medium who had asked for perfume which she turned into money by the Jinns. Then there was a heavy down pour of rain to which I went into my room for some time and then came out to meet a whirlwind. I stayed in the middle of the whirlwind up till when the old lady in our house came and saw me. She said: “You are so in Love with the wind.” I said “Yes.” Then I saw myself in a wilderness where I met a young lady reading newspaper. The wilderness was so sophisticated well ahead of anything ever known or heard of. We went in a lifter which stopped at the second floor of a tall building. We went into a room where we met the old lady playing the role of mum together with the young one playing the role of my wife-to-be. I went into my bedroom with my wife telling what society expected of me. I was watching my wife standing in between me and my mum and my mum in between me and the world. “We have arrived. We need each other,” my wife said and I woke up for a few minutes before going back to meet Moses and Hussein who admonished me thus: “The world has two faces; success and failure - poverty and wealth. Destiny of the poor could change for the better. Destiny of the rich could plummet to hit the rocks. They bid me farewell. “Bye Hussein,” I said and awoke.

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Posted 11/18/2008 11:56 AM (#12494 - in reply to #703)
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The Chinese Leader 11-30-2001

We were cruising in a turbulent terrain. When we reached the highest climb the turbulence settled we landed on a solid ground. I was watching a negotiation between Chinese and American authorities. The negation was soon ended. We came out with the young Chinese ruler and headed for his palace. “You know that the Americans had cheated,” he said as we sat feasting in the palace. I said nothing. A servant appeared to announce to his master the arrival of a dignified guest. He was asked to show him in. He came back with the stranger to whom the Chinese King stood up in excitement. “There he is,” he said to the stranger pointing at me. “He can guide you in all matters,” he said and I awoke.

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Posted 11/18/2008 11:57 AM (#12495 - in reply to #703)
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Land Of Lepers 11-28-2001

It was a strange land whose inhabitants were born lepers. We were orbiting round the entire landscape. Later we were on foot with a female friend exploring this most strange land of the handicapped. We got tired and rested under the shadow of a large tree. We were discussing issues when herd we a voice saying: “They can be healed.” Our discussion tilted to what the invisible speaker said of healing before I awoke.

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Posted 11/18/2008 12:00 PM (#12496 - in reply to #703)
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Mikhail Gorbachev 11-17-08

I wrote a book. A close friend suggested we take the script to Michael Gorbachev in Russia to be published. We were seated with Mikhail in the compound of his home. His posh Mercedes Benz was parked in sight. I sat where I was directly watching the plate number of the car: “2000.” Michael was going through content of the book. I watched cover of the book which had a handsome youth in black corporate suit. “I wish I can afford to buy a copy when hits the market,’ he said. Michael was not that poor. This large bungalow and car does not tell of poverty, I thought before my friend said: "Russian economy has since been sour. What he is saying is that one needs do away with lots of habituations to be able to buy a book like yours.” I awoke.

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Posted 11/21/2008 1:53 PM (#12525 - in reply to #703)
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King Fahd 11-04-2004

I was in Medina at the prophet’s Mosque. We were seated taking lessons from King Fahd whop was the eldest in our midst. I gave him my exam result and perused my performance from the beginning right to the current which was 41 over 48. I showed him an Iranian literature, he browsed through. “What is this?” He asked me. I felt ashamed. “It is propaganda.” I said. He was silent for a moment then said. “Yes, it is indeed propaganda. Don’t you feel the pain in the wrongs done the Prophet?” “I do,” I said and awoke.



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Posted 11/22/2008 11:32 AM (#12529 - in reply to #703)
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Reincarnation (2) 11-08-2003

Three of us were in room at a grave yard. Isa was seated on a mat that was put on the ground. Maryam was holding a male child in her hand named Ibrahim. She began a discourse on reincarnation, questioning its basis in a rendition that went on at length. I was touched by her rendition and was itching for her to land for me to take a shot. When she landed, I said: “Your doubt is not surprising, but reality is that reincarnation is true. All of us here are its product. Your make me speak on an issue that was meant to be a secret. I know who I am the places I stayed in my previous lives. I had lived in India, China and America before settling in Africa. America was my origin. There I shall be made to rise again,” I said. We were all silent, all of us somehow sorry for our outbursts. I was holding Abraham. I gave him back to Mary who could not look at me in the face. The cold sensation in the room made Esau stood up from where he was seated on the mat. I went out of the room and met Joseph waiting to take me home. “Adam is there at the top of the hill with the mechanics. He leaves today if they are able to fix his car,” he said and I awoke.

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Posted 11/22/2008 11:33 AM (#12530 - in reply to #703)
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Power Of Praise 11-07-1991

I prayed before sleep to be shown the circumstances surrounding my relationship with an intimate friend. In my sleep I found myself watching a movie in which two clans were in fierce battle on horse backs. Each clan gallantly fought behind their leader. One of the clans outnumbered the other. They bantered, clawed and killed each other to a point the battle was centered on their two leaders. Leader of the minorities was outwitting his opponent. He drew him out, thrust his sword into him and shouted thus: “I kill you with the power of my Praise and the power of God.” I awoke.

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Posted 11/22/2008 11:34 AM (#12531 - in reply to #703)
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English Exam 11-29-1991

We were students about writing English exam. Our teacher, a pretty European lady was distributing the exam sheet. On the sheet was written “English Exam.” When we were permitted to begin, I wrote: “Ahmad 1949,” on my paper and awoke.

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Posted 1/15/2009 10:26 AM (#13130 - in reply to #703)
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Mother’s Call 01-14-09

The roofing of our home was vandalized by some family members. I was accessing the damage and effecting repairs. It was around noon, time when school children were coming back home. I saw that ceiling of the rooms were terribly torn. They too needed replacing. I came out to meet a visiting crowd which asked me thus: “Do you have a mother?” I was silent for a while before I mustered the courage to answer. “Yes.” “Then come along she is calling,” they said and dispersed. I followed their trail and mind, quite certain that it was the call and not that of my biological mother. I awoke.

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Posted 1/15/2009 1:31 PM (#13132 - in reply to #703)
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I found myself in a car with the dead body of my mother fully wrapped in blankets sitting up in the back sit. It was not my car and the owners seemed to be anxious to move on. There was a group of people outside all covered in gray ash..I thought perhaps they were leading religious ceremonies for the dead and may have a way or a place for me to bury my Mom. I asked and was told that 101 people had died there and they did not know what to do either.

Suddenly I was awoken by a painful twist to my knee and cried out. My partner then said, "it's alright, you are safe, you are loved. " I said I twisted my knee. He asked if there was anything he could do. I told him about the dream and asked if he would help me to bury my mother. I fell back to sleep and we were immediately digging a grave right there.

When I woke again I considered that the car which often represents one's own body was not mine, a shift in personal identification, but the responsibility for the 'dead' within was mine. It seemed right to "lay to rest" the past. Waking up so suddenly kept the message of the dream alive for me where ordinarily I would have just forgotten it.

Also, my Mom has had two friends die lately and said she was looking out for the third since such things often happen in threes. I wanted to call her up right away in the morning to make sure she was alive...and happily found emails that she had just written in that moment.
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Posted 1/17/2009 10:52 AM (#13173 - in reply to #703)
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VOICES 01-12-09

I was in deep sleep when I heard a voice saying: "Mary loves you." I awoke.

01-17-09

Same voice said to me: "Rudolph Keppler." I awoke.



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CONGRATULATION 01-20-09

A Doctor on night duty thought of calling his wife and instead called my number: "Hello, Dr. Ada, I am about to deliver the first son of the year." "Congratulation, but unfortunately this is a wrong number," I said. He immediately hung up and I awoke. 

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Posted 1/22/2009 4:21 PM (#13337 - in reply to #703)
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Distraction 01-21-09

I watched chaos. I walked behind a guide who turned to me and said: "It is distraction. Just watch and follow." I awoke.

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Posted 1/22/2009 4:27 PM (#13341 - in reply to #13337)
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I read Danjummai, but cannot keep up with your dreams ... but keep going, just, apologise for my non-interaction ...
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Posted 1/23/2009 10:44 AM (#13355 - in reply to #703)
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Such is the dream world as thee have known!

What's that apology about friend? When nothing

Happened, nothing ever will but Peace and

Everlasting Love!

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TRUST 01-26-09

I was with Adam and a friend. It was a long time that I met with Adam last. He was asking me how I was doing and I telling him how I was trying even when things were a little tight. "I have a business going. Muhammad here is MD." I said pointing to my friend who sat near where Adam sat. Adam looked at me and said: "Trust no body else." I awoke.

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In Touch 02-18-05

I was with an intimate friend. He said to me thus: “I am in finally in touch with the Source.” I was glad for him and awoke feeling so.

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My Wife (1) 02-17-05

“Lord let me know all about my wife,” was my prayerbefore sleep. In my dream, I was with an intimate friend. We walked for thefirst time to see his home. We passed by groups of religious zealots walking toand from his home. We walked past some pious people among whom was Adam who Igreeted before reaching the house. We sat in his sitting room and watched TV. I wasto spend the night there. The house was to my surprise empty. My friend wassingle. I went into the lavatory to pee and he followed and unbuckled besideme. He focused his gaze on my manliness. “The Hausa Prick,” he said.“What?” I exclaimed, thinking that he meant it was smaller than his. “Mine ismedium. It may look small now but wait until it is erected.” I immediatelyhad an erection. He looked again in bemused silence then said: “Do you enjoysexual intercourse with your wife?” “What?” “Do you have fulfilled orgasms?” Iwas silent; my thought went back to my  query before sleep. I amsupposed to get answers and not to be asked such intimate questions. “Well, Iwill lie to him if I say I perfectly enjoy sex with my wife as I want to. Mywife does not know how to take care of me. My sex life is such that I try tosatisfy her. The love itself is one sided - my fault, I can’t love anyone asmuch as I love my God. But I explained it to her before marriage and she saidshe understood. She loves me very much. Answer is “I do not enjoy having sexwith her as I want to!” and so I said to him aloud. “That is the problem. MayGod intervene," he said, buckled up his trouser and went back to the sittingroom. “I will now go inside. Turn off the TV when you’re finished and have agood night rest, he said and I awoke



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Posted 2/18/2009 2:55 PM (#13866 - in reply to #703)
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Dearest Danjummai: your vulnerability is sublime. Long may you live in the bosom of our Lord and Lady, who are One; and dwell in the garden of the Divine.

Namaste

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My Wife 02-25-05

A boy met me with my wife at home. “Where is Zainab?" She asked him. “I do not know any Zainab.” He turned to me: “Your wife is flirting. Never trust her. She is a prostitute,” he said. My wife was calm, as if he said nothing out of the ordinary. I was annoyed. I went inside with the kid to testify to my family. I found my two junior sisters and friends to my wife. I asked the boy to tell them what he knew. He recounted same. “Our brother has been saying it and we did not believe,” they said. “He should divorce her immediately!” They said.  I was tensed. Our neighbors had all gathered for my verdict. The weather instantly turned windy. The wind was blowing dust all around. I went out to buy cigarettes. I went through the back street. I met some boys playing soccer. One of the boys kicked the ball to me and I joined them and began dribbling around. The dust became unbearable. I awoke.

 

My Wife 03-04-05

I made this inquiry before sleep: “Link up with the soul of my wife and learn of her conduct before marriage.” I was swept by a light sleep. I heard a voice say: “There is but a small portion in the city of Kaduna that she has not roamed in.” I awoke.

 

My Wife 03-04-05

Before sleep I prayed concerning the queer attitude of my wife. I dreamt that I was with a gentleman in a cinema watching an action movie. I realized my friend was not watching the movie. He sat with his eyes closed. “May God make us see tomorrow!” someone from the audience shouted. “He is referring to the film on Saturday which will be the story of the savior of mankind,” my friend said. “Do you watch movies?” I asked. “No. I make movies,” he said opening his eyes. “On Sunday will be a film on football stars. It will make a nice watch,” he said and I awoke.

 

My Wife 03-12-05

I stepped into a bungalow to find my wife in deep romance with a heavily-built youth. I pulled her from him but she went back and clung to him. I slapped her and she fell down together with him. He stood up. “Will you just stand there watching him hurt me?” she said to the frightened youth who began to cry. The youth went back to her and began kissing and caressing her. I caught his neck and made to break it. He was so vulnerable. He made no effort to defend himself. I felt sympathy for him. It was not his fault. “When did this romance begin?” I asked. “Long ago,” he sullenly said. I released him and turned to go leaving them. “She said your manliness does not touch her inner walls.” She sat up bemused by his revelation. “She is lies! I have several means of satisfying a woman’s sexual needs. With a finger I can reach her to orgasm. I am just too much for her,” I said. “I believe you. Both of you are not at fault. You have a strong bond between you. You are always sexually aroused when close. The negative force is envious of this strong attraction,” he said. “I believe you. It is the work of Satan,” I said and awoke.

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My Wife 02-22-05  I saw my wife lying on a bed. I heard a voice say: “It is the son of marry,” then I was faced with the evil-one in an attack on a peasant in the neighborhood. There was a great pandemonium as the evil-one, like a hawk onto its prey, struck. From where I was lying down could see the target of the evil-one. I leapt before it reached and flew it to a safe haven to the chagrin of the evil-one which roared in blinded anger and intensified its search for blood. There was need for relocation. I carried the victim of the evil-one and flew it above a cinema hall which was built near a mosque. I landed in the mosque to find a handsome and soft-spoken teacher. “Whoever the evil-one has attacked will look like these,” he said pointing at the haunted youth I had saved and another we found there. “We need to protect ourselves. We need to be in constant praise of the holy names of our Lord!” the Arab teacher said and then set his finger atop the alphabets ‘M’ and ‘N’ in the scripture before him. He began to recite the scripture aloud and the pupils slowly began to read after him. I awoke.

My Wife 02-10-05  I sneaked into the room of my wife and caught her with her lover. I felt vindicated. I wasted no time in beating him till he fainted. I tied his hands and feet and turned to my wife: “Still thinking you are covered?” She was silent and looked defeated. I rained slaps on her and later arraigned them in our compound for everyone to see. Outside in the compound my wife spoke up: “Enough of this nonsense! Let me tell you the truth. I do not love you. I have my lover who is here with me.” I was maddened by this response. I got up and began to flog him until he came back to wakefulness. He tried to jump out but I dragged him back in and continue to beat him with whatever I could lay hand on. My wife came down and began to interfere. Her lover took advantage of the little commotion between us and dashed into my mother’s room. I followed him and found my mother standing by the door. My mother looked sad that I have discovered this great secret which was going on under her nose. I passed her and bundled him out. He turned into paper in my hands. I tore the paper in small pieces, poured kerosene and searched into my pockets for matches. My wife jumped me from behind and held me tight for him to escape. “Have mercy on him,” she cried. I wrestled free and tied her up. I went searching for a better whip. I found one without knowing that it was her lover whom I have cut into pieces that had then turned to look so. It was a good whip that I began to administer onto her. Then came into view two people searching for my wife’s lover.“ We have a threat letter for him. It was written in the letter that he will be killed by a group. We were to serve him this letter since long but he is no where to be found.” I looked where I tied my wife and to my utmost surprise she was not there but him staring back at me. I was stunned. I cried in bitterness thus: “O God! I do not know anything anymore. What I know is this pain that I feel of being cheated. I seek from you redress and recompense. You are most-beneficent, most-merciful.” I awoke.

My Wife 02-012-05  I was seated with my wife in our room and she suddenly began this revelation: “I am a police officer. I have my salary from the police hierarchy in which my father is chief. My father stopped my salary because it was discovered that you immensely benefit from it more than I do. Let me tell you about a computer scam at the police headquarters involving many bank accounts. A doctor was called in to investigate but because he lacked the knowledge to destroy the virus in the computing system he declared the entire system as beyond repair.” While she was blabbering, my mind was working to uncover the reality of this interesting woman who has been featuring in my dream life and wakefulness. What is obvious, I concluded, is that I am dealing with two entities here whose names begin with the letter ‘A’ and whose father’s names begin with the letter ‘S.’ She seemed to have sensed the tilt of my reasoning.  She stopped speaking and was quizzically looking at me as I awoke.

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I just saw 1846 and awoke.

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Image:Gregory XVI.jpg
Papacy began2 February 1831
Papacy ended1 June 1846
PredecessorPius VIII
SuccessorPius IX
Birth nameBartolomeo Alberto Cappellari
BornSeptember 18, 1765(1765-09-18)
Belluno, Italy
DiedJune 1, 1846 (aged 80)
Rome, Italy
Other popes named Gregory

Pope Gregory XVI (18 September 17651 June 1846), born Bartolomeo Alberto

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Danjummai - your link to Wikipedia also points out that the US Liberty bell was cracked while being rung for George Washington's birthday on February 26th 1846 !!
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Visiting the Dead 10-13-05

I visited a youthful demised acquaintance. I was to receive something of spiritual value from him. He looked doubtful. He went out and began consulting to be sure. I was disappointed. When he came back he looked different. He brought back with him a bottle of water and made to try me. I collected the bottle of water and poured all the content to the ground. “Do you think I need anything from any body?” He was startled, his doubts left. His face became normal. He walked with me to where I was to enter into town. It was a terrible thicket in between the land of the dead and that of the living. We were following the trail of a peculiar set of dark looking bandits, deeply disguised in crystal white pair of clothing and turbans. My friend began to tremble in fear. “You can go back from here. I see that you have escorted me almost beyond our borders,” I said and awoke.

 

Current Pope 10-14-05

I was seated atop a speaker connected to the Vatican. I sat chatting with a friend in a shallow trench dug for the extension work on the walls of the Vatican State. “It is the work of the current Pope,” I said to my friend while a sermon in vernacular filled the air and surrounding from the speakers of the Vatican, so loud and inconveniencing, I quickly climbed out of the trench, went for the amplifier and adjusted it to normal. I came back to my friend in the trench, sat down to continue our chat and awoke.

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Nigerian Bishop 02-16-02

The basis of my contemplation before sleep was: who am I? Asleep, I found myself in a library watching a scientist working on a series of chemical components. He was working in isolation. We watched with the two females with me from one of the many monitors in the lab. There was a sudden power fluctuation and the monitor before us automatically switched off. The old man was too busy to get us back online. We therefore watched from the glass panel that separated us. Then I remembered I knew how to switch on the monitor. I have seen the old man done that several times. I manipulated a few gadgets and behold the large monitor blinked to life. We saw that the old man was stashing his invention in small white polythene bags and arranging them in a deep-freezer. “Everything is in here,” he said. I walked out of the lab and was with some Africans playing a game I had never known. I asked weather there they have a professional player overseas. “There is someone training for an international tournament,” I was told. I saw the player playing amidst African Americans. “Who are those you are playing with?” I asked him. He said: “They are my brothers and strength.” I passed him and was with the two females that were with me at the lab. They took me into a wilderness in the south and then eastern Nigeria. We passed by bookshop, then a kindergarten where we found children coming to school in the morning. We went through villages that get modernized as we pass. At last I was in combat in a jet fighter. Our plane was forced down in the fight. It crash-landed and we safely vacated and were riding a motorbike. Then I was at the grave of a Bishop. I began preaching to him about unity. ”The deviations and separation within people is manmade. We are all from a single source. The differences in our modes of worship is symbolic not divine. I bring you a book in which is the proof that the hatred within peoples of different beliefs is wrong.” He said: “I read your book and found it to be truly inspiring.” I awoke.

Girl-Child-Slavery 10-05-01

I watched soccer-live with a friend. The players were all his relatives. We were so close by the field that one of the players took a shot and it strayed and came out to me. I kicked the ball back to the players. The scene changed. I was in an office with a female writer who was writing a book. I brought her materials as my contribution. Her work was to be sponsored by a financial institution that I was partner. The woman needed to get a spectacle to be able to get her work together. The institution was to provide the frames and I was to provide the lenses. I awoke for a few minutes then went back. The writer gave me a document to investigate a matter in her flat. The financial Institution had invited her to make a submission before they could approve her work. The proceeding turned out to be like a court case. I was the woman’s defense lawyer. She spoke thus from the witness stand: “I am haunted by the spirits. They visit and convey to me messages. They want to force me wear my long white gown which has fallen in my closet." The court was all women. I was the only male present. I tried to substantiate the woman’s testimony. “I am always visited by the spirits. We sometimes make love with my female friends,” I said. The jurists were convinced. They approved my client’s work. Outside, I came upon the beautiful young judge and stopped to chat “You will be a good lover boy if you are not shy and could really get involved.” “Who told you I am shy and not involved?” I queried. “Well, let’s find out,” she said embracing me while the rest of the women approvingly watched. I slipped away and ran away to complete my investigation at my client’s flat. I opened the door with the key she gave me. There was nothing of interest in the flat. I went for the drawers were I found a file with evidence of girl-child-slavery. I found a picture showing my client and two other white girls escaping from their captors. I awoke.

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Posted 3/2/2009 2:19 AM (#14005 - in reply to #13132)
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In response to Tracy Martins dream page 8 not sure how this is poping up on page 9

I found myself in a car with the dead body of my mother fully wrapped in blankets sitting up in the back sit. It was not my car and the owners seemed to be anxious to move on. There was a group of people outside all covered in gray ash..I thought perhaps they were leading religious ceremonies for the dead and may have a way or a place for me to bury my Mom. I asked and was told that 101 people had died there and they did not know what to do either.

Suddenly I was awoken by a painful twist to my knee and cried out. My partner then said, "it's alright, you are safe, you are loved. " I said I twisted my knee. He asked if there was anything he could do. I told him about the dream and asked if he would help me to bury my mother. I fell back to sleep and we were immediately digging a grave right there.

When I woke again I considered that the car which often represents one's own body was not mine, a shift in personal identification, but the responsibility for the 'dead' within was mine. It seemed right to "lay to rest" the past. Waking up so suddenly kept the message of the dream alive for me where ordinarily I would have just forgotten it.

Also, my Mom has had two friends die lately and said she was looking out for the third since such things often happen in threes. I wanted to call her up right away in the morning to make sure she was alive...and happily found emails that she had just written in that moment.

Hello Tracey Martin,
In response to your dream:

just thoughts to ponder.. your mother could have represented your own inner authority with regards to your own thoughts that day ....also having her dead body ..could represent the stagnation within your mind at the time. For some reason you did not feel in control..at the time of the dream..(represented by the symbol of the vehicle u were not drivng..some aspect of you does want to move on..but you feel u must responsibly figure out what to do with the stagnation and loss of inner authority. I think the 101 could represent some call for u to look at the duality in your thinking that day again between something to do with your inner authority stagnation Also note: the fact u woke with feeling a twist in your knee i think this represents...for some reason you felt limited that day u drempt this and this led to the thinking of change in your own inner authority which then led to stagnation which had to do with a stagnating mind at the time which ultimately was the result of of limitations within your own mind and thinking.

when are thinking changes so does are dreams :-)
no worries when are thoughts change so does our vibration thus new dreams with a new message..simply the message i think here was for u to recognize u had to change your thinking because it was stagnating and limiting u.

this is just a opion and pls if this does not make sense pls disregard

ty for allowing me to share my thoughts
starsey

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Posted 3/2/2009 2:38 AM (#14006 - in reply to #13132)
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tracy,
i did reply to your dream but my reply is on page nine
ty starsey

p.s. apparently i do not yet understand this thread system apologies for any confusion

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Ahmad 10-16-05

It was night. We carried our daughters and were headed toward the end of a corridor to pass. It was a long distant walk that we lastly found the other end closed. We had to come back the way we went, heading eastward where we went out into the streets. We went past houses in the neighborhood. It felt as if I was all alone, meeting my companion waiting for me with her child in hand. My companion turned out to be Hafsat, my elder sister. She sat down and perilously sat my daughter before a burning fire. It was a plot meant for harm. I stretched my arms to take away my daughter from harm's way but couldn’t, my arms turned short and the baby’s weight amazingly increased. My sister was seated and watching my predicament with joy. She was bent in her wicked bid to burn my child so that her son will live to rule us. The flames had begun licking my daughter’s beautiful face and chest while I was struggling to save her. I spat saliva into the fire and behold the fire was quenched and Fatimah’s burns instantly healed. So appeased by this miracle, I raised my daughter high up in the sky and said: “God, I thank Thee!” By then my sister was standing beside me looking darker with rage. She said: “You have raised your daughter’s status to that of God Almighty.” I was silent a while before embracing Fatimah firmly to my breasts and replied her thus: “Yes, I raised Fatimah so high up to the sky and God Almighty in His praise. Why do you think I am called Ahmad, meaning ‘I give praise?’” She was silent. I awoke.

 

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MUHAMMAD 07-28-04 I was a beautiful woman wearing a long white sleeping gown and from the east flying westward in the cool morning breeze of the early twilight. Soon it was fully morning. I was watching an early morning rush by commuters in their myriad colored vehicles below. I was onto a roundabout and an ultramodern arena where an occasion was about to begin. I was landed at the VIP stand where my mind began thirsting to meet someone dear. I came before myself in the person of a handsome young man about my age, also wearing a long white sleeping gown. “Ya Muhammad!” We simultaneously said to each other and were locked into a memorable embrace. I awoke.

07-28-04 I was spiritually leading some warriors to war. The warriors were in a boat sailing across a turbulent sea. Their leader was Omar who had a large stick in hand. The warriors sailed praising God and when they were near their destination their excitement increased as they repeatedly shout aloud: “There is no god but God!” forgetting the completion of the praise which is “Muhammad is His Messenger!” When they heard me, they all began to chant: “Peace and blessing of Allah be upon Muhammad and his progeny.” They were chanting and looking around to see, but saw nothing all through the lashings of the waves of night. When their feet had touched the safety of the shore and were onto where they will meet their enemy, I awoke.



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Posted 3/6/2009 8:32 PM (#14023 - in reply to #703)
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Hi all:
     I am a bit amazed, as is my beloved RA!

     The Background: I am a stamp collector, been so all my life, except for lapses where I was in a space-time continuum that posed more pressing attention seeking time movements. I had thought of rearranging my collection from Africa so that the countries would be "time line" correct. For example, Dahomey and Benin stamps would be together, since Dahomey is now Benin; Upper Volta and Burkina Faso together, since BF was UV, and so on!
    What Happened: That night I had a dream that Moussa Dadis Camara, President of Guinea was assassinated.
    What Really Happened: A day or two later, my RA and I were chatting on Skypeee and she asked if I had heard or read that an African nation President had been assassinated. I immediatley said, Guinea?....and she said why, yes....did you read it? And I said no, I dreamed it!!!!!!
    What Really and Truly Happened: The President of Guinea-Bissau, Joao Bernardo Vieira, was indeed, assassinated, the day after my dream. FYI..for those who are in geographic infancy,  Guinea and Guinea-Bissau are  two separate countries, but Guinea-Bissau is bordered by Guinea.
    Conclusion: You can't believe everything you dream, now can you! Or is my buddy, Carly Jung, right when he says "dreams always say what they mean, we just can't understand the language they speak."

Peace and L-o-v-e;
Marty and Luck, Popp and Siss

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Posted 3/10/2009 6:59 AM (#14050 - in reply to #703)
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Is this the dream thread for which you were looking dearest Sunpetalbeam ?
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Posted 3/11/2009 3:53 AM (#14063 - in reply to #14050)
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thanks for your help paul,no,it was one sometime last year i think,when we were talikg about the meaning of birds i think,maybe i am getting mixed up,but i remeber having a dream,and someone inturperated it,when i have more time i will look again,but anyway,thank you so much for your help,love to you,irisx
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I swam with my wife to our house across a sea whose shore I was told was "Philadelphia." I awoke.
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Posted 4/23/2009 5:01 AM (#14631 - in reply to #14399)
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Dear Katrina ..... this is the thread I just mentioned across the Boards ....
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Lion of the Desert 12-20-2000

I was with a friend who had a book in his hand titled, “Lion of the Desert.” I told my friend I authored the book. He was aghast with surprise and disbelieved. I asked him to open the dedication page. On the page he found my signature and the dedication thus: “I dedicated this book to the family of Khadijah.” “But I borrowed the book from Abraham,” he said and I awoke.

Natural Love 01-02-2001

I was feeling happy in the presence of an elderly friend. We were walking in a beautiful street. “There she is, your love,” he said pointing towards a beautiful lady walking by us. “You are to bring her under your control in your current state of mind,” he added. “Is that necessary? I was thinking a relationship should be based on natural love not force,” I said. He said nothing. We walked in silence and I awoke.

Do You Remember? 01-03-2001I was with my elderly friend we were still walking in that beautiful street. We came by three pretty ladies. There was one wearing a brownish veil. She coyly smiled in my face revealing a beautiful set of white teeth with one capped with silver. I was carried away in her gaze not knowing the elder had set his eyes on me. He broadly smiled and said: “Do you remember her?” “Yes,” I heard myself saying while in truth I didn’t. I awoke.



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Posted 4/24/2009 4:32 PM (#14637 - in reply to #703)
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Dear Ahmad

how nice to hear from you - o man of powerful dreaming

Respect to You, Thee and Thou

Love, blessings and light, ever

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Posted 4/26/2009 7:03 AM (#14659 - in reply to #703)
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Special Greetings to you my friend, Sir Paul and All, always with you - just buried a Mother, 21st of this blesseth month. Seven days of systemic failure. Three days of total outage, (comma-like) but she went in peace. My Mother, Aisha, had 77-or-so solid years of reigning. I am now a complete orphan.

Bless Her Soul!

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Posted 4/27/2009 5:06 AM (#14668 - in reply to #14659)
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Dear Danjummai

I am so sorry for your loss ... now an orphan .... it takes time to heal such wounds .... though I do believe that the Passage is to a higher stage of vibration

Warmest resonancing

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Danjummai -

I'm sorry for your loss. It is always tough when someone close to us passes. You both are in my warmest thoughts and prayers.
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Thanks guys for the condolence. I know you know there's nothing to be sorry, mourn or grieve about. She juts got back to me on her third day of departure to show all is well. My late-mum made me laugh when she still thinks that one of her grandsons is still mean in a sense. The teenager and my mum were at logger head before her death.

Blessings!

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04-30-09 I awoke seeing Red and Yellow light bulbs at the eastern section of my room.

The Law 05-01-09

I watched movement of a president with his heavy security. Armed soldiers were throwing out a crowd to make room at the president’s residence. I watched someone gave the president a note on which was written: “By The Law.” The president smiled and said thus: “I am the Law.” I awoke.

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Three days ... through coincidences my father spoke to me often. But most vividly and yet quite differently, it was three years before his spirit form returned.

Namaste, old soul
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Hello Danjunny:
     I have read all the previous posts now and I am aware of your loss, and her gain.
     No life ends, because it can't, but life certainly does "transition" from one form to another, because it can. My science teaches me this. And, this is a "law" of physics easily understood if people replaced numbers with souls. The equations work out the same way.
     In as little as a minute from this writing to as long as 40 years from now....you and I may still be able to see what the world wishes us to.....but I will be quite a mummy, an ancient man, and our eyes will be so much wiser. Yet, we will still be moved to shed a tear for those that travel ahead of us!
      It is a principle of Quantum Physics and Mechanics that an electron pair, split and sent off in a, e.g., 45 degree angle to each other,  propelled into the infinity of space will always maintain the 45 degree inclination in relation to the other throughout all of space, into infinity. The singular electron  ALWAYS has knowledge of the orientation of the other entity to make the pair. What is the explanation of this, the most strangest of phenomena in the Quantum world.....stranger than no time/all time at zero point?
      It is simply this....the lonely electron will meet it's paired one somewhere in infinity and therefore must be perfectly positioned to rejoin when it happens. We don't know how that might happen, but we do know that it does happen, sometimes....even in our reality....and there you have the fuel and fodder for your dreams.....love to you, my friend............
Peace and Nebula,
Marty and Astro"nut"ical Cats, Luckylee, Poppyhead, and Sissygirl
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Posted 5/3/2009 9:29 AM (#14734 - in reply to #703)
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sooooo...scientifiq...Marty,

Thanks!

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Magnifiq Danjy.....
     The way science and spirit has started to blend into a mixture of particulate solids for me is either a sign of dementia or a sign of enlightenment (maybe both?). The way the blender is still mixing....who knows what elixer I will finally drink.
     But remarkable things have happened my friend, and someday I shall share these things with you face to face.

Peace Profound,
Marty and the Paws....Lucky, Poppy, and Sissy
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Posted 5/7/2009 8:26 AM (#14763 - in reply to #703)
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That's most generous of you Marty,
Waiting!
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Posted 5/7/2009 8:39 AM (#14764 - in reply to #703)
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05-05-09 I was sleeping and a voice said and I saw 22 19 46. I awoke.
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Posted 6/1/2009 9:41 PM (#15127 - in reply to #703)
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Exploratory.....are you okay Danny? I have an ill wind. What is wrong?

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Posted 6/2/2009 7:55 AM (#15137 - in reply to #15127)
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Funny thing Marty, I was wondering also .... ?
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Posted 6/5/2009 3:10 PM (#15230 - in reply to #703)
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Sorry Friends, escaped my little mind to have to promptly respond, truly exploratory Marty and Paul but nothing is really wrong, or so I think. Moreover what could be wrong in a past that we are here to correct?

Peace!

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Posted 6/9/2009 6:07 AM (#15330 - in reply to #14659)
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dear danjummai,your tears are my tears,although we know in our heart and soul our loved ones go to a better place when they are called,we here on earth still carry the love and pain of losing them from our arms,be well my friend,i send you much love,now and alwaysyour mother is a fine woman,and she willbe very proud of you,love to her also,irisx
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Posted 6/10/2009 2:11 PM (#15342 - in reply to #703)
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Hey, many more thanks, love, peace and kisses! 
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Posted 6/12/2009 11:18 PM (#15389 - in reply to #703)
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Hello DannyJay:
     It is good to know that you are well and at peace! I, for one, miss what you write in this forum.
     What brought you to mind was far more pedestrian, but no reflection on you. I was drinking some "Tusker" beer which is from Nairobi, Kenya and one of the few fellow quaffers left to our beer drinking club asked if there was any beer from other places in Africa.  One of our gentlemen wanted some other beers from the same "general" area which lead to a discussion and drawing of maps on tablecloths of the continent of Africa.
Our conclusion was that Americans knowledge of geography is very poor. We got more places in generally the right areas than our waitstaff did, who had access to the Internet....and couldn't find a lot of things because they couldn't spell them....i.e....Coat De Ivory. Anyway, no Nigerian drinks, but we discovered the foul taste of Ethiopian beer and the great taste of Ethiopian state produced Ouzo.
     Truly a night to forget and a night to remember.
      I love this world!

Peace and Hands-Across-the-Waters,
Marty and Cats, Luck, Popp and Siss and........
in memory of my little cat, from Algeria, whose name was Mmboye, but we called her Inky.
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Posted 6/13/2009 4:21 AM (#15399 - in reply to #15389)
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Jambo - yes do they not brew a good Guinness version over in the Great Continent ?
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Posted 6/13/2009 6:04 PM (#15407 - in reply to #703)
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Interesting Cara, as I had in my team a manager who was a Nigerian Queen (seriously ) though I did not until after she had left and returned home, never to come back to our shores
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Posted 6/15/2009 5:05 PM (#15462 - in reply to #703)
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Marty, I was so intoxicated, had to wait for my head to clear. Not a good drinker physically, since when we used to knock out bottles in 'teens' to prove ourselves. Got washed out in adulthood and sobered out. In Nigeria there is the local brew too called Burkutu, Pito or the local gin Ogogoro. You are welcome to Nigeria friends!

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Posted 6/17/2009 1:46 AM (#15497 - in reply to #703)
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Hi Danju, Kiddo, et al:
     So, Kiddo, you and I drank Tusker together! In a way we did. Very few people on this site can say they drank a Tusker beer.
Ahhhhhh.....see what you guys miss!
      Danman, even my dreams of visiting Nigeria are over. Not in my mind, but in my ability to do so. I remember a spiritual excursion by UMS, and because the mountain was so high I could not participate, even on a spiritual level. Just too intimidated and too out of sorts.
       But, when my lottery money rolls in, I will invite all of you to celebrate....with your way paid. Well, maybe there are one or two  that will have to come on their own.....not that they are not welcome, just that I am not gonna pay for them, as they have made quite clear  a disdain of largesse.

Peace,
Marty and Luck, Popp,and Siss
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Posted 6/18/2009 10:04 AM (#15510 - in reply to #703)
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Oh, come on now Marty Kiddo! Booze is booze whether larger or largesse, whether Tusks, burkutu, beer or jin, whether in Zikr, Prayer or Hymn - I don't know how many of us touch the stronger and most costlier spirits in gin – we do not want to be alcoholics right?  Well, left to me all intoxicants seem to serve the same purpose which is to set one in the desired frame of mind. Good to learn that you won a lottery bro, we’ll come to merry with you. Get so many crates of your favorite Tusker handy. To win a lottery is something more than boozing Marty Dear, it is 'Mother Luck!'

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Posted 6/29/2009 3:31 PM (#15645 - in reply to #703)
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FATIMAH’S BIRTH DAY 24-6-09

I walked with Ali in a familiar terrain. We came upon Adam seated on a bench in a desolate park. By his left was his friend, a monk with counting bead in hand. I squinted by his right and placed my hand in his soft palm while Ali remained standing. “Thank You,” I said in greeting and he replied thus: “Thank you so much. I have this female spirit which told me that what you are witnessing is the Birth Day of Fatimah, daughter of Muhammad, from Seven (Rajab) to Eight (Sha’aban) so it should be celebrated. He presented to me a silver flash disc. “It takes three days to open,” he said and I awoke.

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Posted 8/11/2009 11:14 AM (#16449 - in reply to #703)
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08-10-09 Beware of Love For Money

I was in a library looking for a poetry book. The librarian was busy chatting with some American visitors. I spoke to her thus: “I am locking for a poetry book to borrow.” “Sure, there are some over there that might interest you,” She said and went with me to a distant shelf. I searched while she stood watching. I came across a title embossed in gold. The title reads:” Beware of Love for Money.” “Are you writing your thesis?” She asked. “Yes, I am in a way,” I found myself saying. “Where did you graduate?” I asked her. “I graduated from Bayero University Kano,” She said. “Then you must have tasted the pomposity of Kano city,” I said “What about you?” She asked. “I am online student of psychology,” I answered. “When did you graduate?” She asked. ”Many years ago, I am currently working on a poetry book and there seem to be problem.” “What Problem?” She asked. “You are to direct problems and not be entangled in them,” She said. “Of course, this is what I have been trying to do,” “Then you may want to borrow the book in your hand,” she said. “Wow, I am honored. Now I can borrow from this great library after many years of membership.” I said and awoke.

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Posted 8/13/2009 8:37 PM (#16493 - in reply to #703)
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Hiho Danju..........
     I am curious about BUK in your dream. That, as far as I know is a teaching university. If I am not mistaken, Kano only has one university available to students.
     What is your interpretation of poetry vs academics? Do you see this as an avenue or an obstacle?

Peace and Brotherhood,
Marty, Lucky, Poppy and Sissycat
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Posted 8/16/2009 3:33 PM (#16563 - in reply to #703)
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I don’t know Marty; probably Me Lady was reminding me of my imperfection as mortal. I was fond of dipping my hands in the cookie jar, may be trying to beat Mother's prying eyes. Personally speaking I was experimenting on a matter I was thinking will benefit the Kingdom. In truth, the Kingdom taught me the art of the trade in the first place. So it's not like I was doing something seriously wrong even as I know His praises is for us to train and rise above temptation. In short, Marty, I was caught red-handed in my Little Vegas and in the dream was warned to henceforth write poetry of true love devoid of the influence of money, in as far as the game-of-chance is concerned. This is what I think I saw if I must confess Father Mart.

 

Gracious!

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Posted 8/16/2009 3:46 PM (#16564 - in reply to #16563)
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Hello Dear Danjummai & Marty

Good to know that we are listening to each other here.
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Posted 8/19/2009 4:11 PM (#16656 - in reply to #703)
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Loud and Clear Father Paul, Hi! Hope everything is cool!
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numerologically speaking, this adds up to 8, the number of eternity...hhhmmmmm....
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Posted 9/3/2009 5:07 AM (#16811 - in reply to #16802)
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doesn't 8 figure also in a game of pool ?
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Posted 9/7/2009 4:30 PM (#16860 - in reply to #703)
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31-06-09 Space Craft

I walked towards east and at a market place heard the hovering of an approaching aircraft. People’s attention turned towards the sky. I watched a gigantic egg-shaped object coming towards us. The metallic object was gliding towards us in frighteningly low altitude. When it reached us I saw words and numbers on its glimmering belly. My memory got hold of the word “C” and then it stopped and slowly headed back west where it came from. I awoke.

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Posted 9/7/2009 4:32 PM (#16861 - in reply to #703)
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06-09-09 Mary

I was lying down and sleeping in my room when appeared Mary asking money, I politely declined and she seemed annoyed. She said: “What is money that you should refuse me? Money is nothing in the higher realm. Money is but excrete used in the lower realm of the human beings.” Mary was nude. I began running my hands on her rotund ass which felt smooth and pleasant. She was angry but did not seem to disapprove of my exploit of her. When I stood up and fully engaged her, our daughter walked in and I awoke

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Posted 9/18/2009 9:06 PM (#17114 - in reply to #703)
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Hello Danju....
     I meant to reply before this date, but there were reasons that prevented such from happening.
     Your dream coincided with the action in a book that I was listening to at the movement of time that you posted.
     What are you making of these things....for my characters they were portends of a certain future.

Peace n' Love,
Marty and Les Chats, Lucky, Poppy and Siss
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Posted 9/20/2009 8:10 AM (#17127 - in reply to #703)
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...or could have been of a recent past Marty, as has been witnessed in the case of the current UFO sighting reported by CNN a day after my space craft dream. The Mary thing is what I am not so sure.. generally speaking, could be anything.

Peace!

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Posted 9/21/2009 2:57 AM (#17137 - in reply to #17127)
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frustration!
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Posted 9/22/2009 10:30 AM (#17156 - in reply to #703)
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Yeah, could have been - whatever!

Peace!

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Posted 9/27/2009 7:30 AM (#17196 - in reply to #703)
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09-19-09

I was sleeping when heard I thus: "What else do you expect hypocrites beccome?" I awoke.

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Mohammed Kamil 03-28-2010

The family of my friend Mohammed Kamil came to take refuge at my home comprising males, females and children. I saw his wife from the Mandingo tribe of Guinea. She illuminated something about her husband and the Libyan leader Gaddafi before I showed them around and awoke. Kamil and I had lost contact since the demise of Sheik Abubakar Mahmood Gumi in 1992.

 

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Posted 3/28/2010 12:27 PM (#19191 - in reply to #703)
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Christopher Zinner26 March 2010 at 00:10

Hi there.

Can I ask you something? Its about the University of Metaphysical science. I see you have studied with them. I live in South Africa and I am currently working full time. Have completed my honours degree in Fine Art and can not afford to study full time again. I would like to study at the University of Metaphysical science as I am very much interested in the topic. I would like to study as far as doctorates if possible, because I would like to get into spiritual counseling. My only problem now is TIME LIMITS. I work full time and I am working on weekends as a Hypnotherapist. How long does it take to complete a degree at the university? How long for a doctorates etc..? I hope not too long as I am so busy. etc... difficult What is your personal experience etc... thanks Thanks hope you can help me

Chris

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Posted 4/23/2010 10:13 PM (#19342 - in reply to #703)
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Hello Chris via Danju:
     This is a late reply but I hope it finds you.
     Some people can master differential equations in a few days, others spend a semester or more; still others NEVER do it.
     Talmudic students spend lifetimes in the quest to understand three words in a Bible. The next generation of talmudic students spend another lifetime on the same three words.
     If you have ever been up high and tried to take two steps forward, it may take about ten minutes. You don't climb Everest in a soundbite.
     You could have a Doctorate in very little time, but what would you ultimately have?
    
Peace on,
Marty, Luck, Popp, Siss

    
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Posted 5/1/2010 4:51 PM (#19382 - in reply to #703)
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'Better late than never!'Happy to learn from you dear Marty.

 THE RED WIND 30-4-2010

A whirlwind came trying to entwine me. It was stark red, dusty and overpowering. Then it downed on me that it was an attack on my wellbeing. My mind automatically began the necessary protective supplication for higher intervention. Everywhere I turned to go was blocked by this wicked entity. But I kept on pushing ahead and it kept on attempting to soak me in, liking up to the hair on my skin. When the supplication advanced and struck the face of the wind, it whirled down then wildly took off towards the West, unleashing its fury on the buildings and people along its path. I awoke.

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'Better late than never!'Happy to learn from you dear Marty.

 THE RED WIND 30-4-2010

A whirlwind came trying to entwine me. It was stark red, dusty and overpowering. Then it downed on me that it was an attack on my wellbeing. My mind automatically began the necessary protective supplication for higher intervention. Everywhere I turned to go was blocked by this wicked entity. But I kept on pushing ahead and it kept on attempting to soak me in, liking up to the hair on my skin. When the supplication advanced and struck the face of the wind, it whirled down then wildly took off towards the West, unleashing its fury on the buildings and people along its path. I awoke.

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One Million Years 28-07-2010

I saw God in the form of Muhammad Upon who be peace and hisentire Household. Before sleep, I was contemplating on the Cellcast thatemanated from MTN Nigeria. It was forwarded to me by Brother Yusuf. The moonwill do ‘Dawaf’ at the Ka’aba. The colour of the moon will turn dark blueduring the process. The Lunar occurrence according to the txt message was anevent that happens every one million year. It was an event that peoples’ wish was granted. I kept vigil up till 3:33AM when I noticed a reaction. The moon wasbeclouded. I saw a shadow in the middle of the moon. I made a wish and resignedto rest. A light sleep swept me while rested on my couch. It was then that Iwas at the presence of the Almighty and I spoke thus: ‘People think that we donot know you, after all that we have read about you in Scriptures and Books ofHadith (Sayings).’ He collected a book that I had in hand and sat to read. Haveyou received the Txt Message?’ I found myself asking. ‘Yes I did. You sent itlate but my wife was awake to witness. It was indeed a unique occasion thatoccurs every one million years for Muhammad to witness. I have other auspiciousoccasions but this one moment appeases me the most.’ He gave me back my bookand stood up to see me home. He wore a dark-blue gown. ‘Don’t you see what weare wearing for the occasion?’ He asked when we were about to part. Then Irealized I was wearing a dark-blue gown too. When I looked up he was gone. Iwas all alone. I ambled down the street towards home. It was still the earlyhour of the morning. I passed by the butchers shop. The place was a heap of cowmeat. Fresh blood littered the ground. One butcher was busy cutting meat intosmaller chunks before the sun rise and was time for business of the day. Ipassed by a section where heads of the cows were burnt and boiled forconsumption. I watched one particular head, horns-and-skin intact in a big poton a blazing stove but yet alive and leisurely mowing something in its mouth. Ilingered a while before proceeding to the gate of my house and awoke.

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Danjummai,

Hi, how is the weather there. I have been to Gabon, Chad and Ndjamena, I spent over a year in Africa.

I did notice some things you posted in this thread and wanted to mention that I see synchronicity and what appears to be the opening of the heart.

I know the free masons use a term called raising a person from a dead square, Christians all this being filled with the holy spirit. Alcoholics call this the opposite of being shut out of the sunlight of the spirit. Long story short, we all can feel physical emotions inside the chest where our heart resides. The physical feeling of emotions range from absolutely no feeling in the heart or a hardened heart to it feeling like your heart is going to jump out of your chest and you have trouble breathing.

My heart went live about 2 years ago, and there was no one who could explain what had just happened. The physical sensation has subsided to where this is more manageable.

People who allow hate to rule them and do not operate mostly from love, seem to loose this gift after it is active. I have also noticed people who desire to push emotion upon you by telling you how you should feel, or hurt you and enjoy your pain. I consider these people spiritual vampires, as they want to control others and have you surrender your free will to them.

I have talked to a few people in different circles, and most males and some females do not know anything about a fertile heart. Having a heart come on line all at once, can result in twin flame level energy, and EXTREME spiritual ability. It seems the spirit comes and expands us to a higher frequency while we are acclimating to this new gift, and we do not seem to stay at the peak, but we do not drop back to our former frequency. we gain a higher vibration level than prior to the experience.

Trusting the heart is feeling the first non self centered intuition and trusting it. I advise staying away from anyone who tells you how you should feel from their opinion, as theses people seem to gather pleasure from controlling others lives. But this is what is evident to me and may not apply to anyone else. I now ask my heat questions and I get it to respond to yes and no questions with hi accuracy.

I was told if I used my gift for self motivated reasons then I could have anything I wanted, but happiness would elude me. So it is ok to use the gift, but it had to stay in balance. The real reason for the gift is to get the wite light back into humans. Many have have had this gift of love and creativity and prospered with it... artists, actors, musicians, clergymen, Sampson from the bible... And Israel's high priests who entered the holy of holies one time each year, and wore a rope upon their foot so if they had a negative emotion in the presence of the Spirit and died, they could be drug out, as any who entered to remove a dead body would also probably die

The synchronicity and issues of Devinne knowledge seem to proceed a heart awakening. One very special point is to never think the power that flows is owned by the user, as we borrow this from the Devinne winds, and pride of this or thinking we own this or are a powerful god caused us to be widowed or orphaned from the truth as we proceed into spiritual darkness. A case of this was shown in the bible between king Saul and David prior to him being a king.

Peace Out!!!

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I have studied the miracle of Fatima Portage, and from reading the published literature, it seems that some felt like what they saw was similar to extraterrestrials visiting.

I sometimes think that the spirit may look this way to to those who are not ready for the spirit.

I have had many spiritual revelations on the anniversary of the miracle of Fatima. I do not go in public very much on that day

Thanks People!!!

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Do you think it really happened? Early this morning, I was in between awake and asleep. My guide came to me, took my hand and escorted me to another plane. This plane was dark with billions of stars. No one was there but it felt like everyone was there. It was silent but brilliant. It was nothing. It was still. The air was fresh and clear. I was told that my life, as I know it, is all an illusion. I was asked to take any situation in my current life. I did (now I can't remember what it was) and with a wave of a hand, it was different. I was told that I can change any illusion with just thought and again was told everything is an illusion.

This is the second time I was taken to this place. Two years ago while having a massage and again this morning. I wonder what I'm suppose to change? I changed something but can't remember what it was. I'm thinking because it was changed, there is nothing to remember.
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'Save the Souls of those It wants to use against you,' was said and I awoke.
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Posted 9/29/2010 4:03 PM (#20454 - in reply to #703)
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Posted 9/29/2010 5:15 PM (#20455 - in reply to #20443)
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Posted 10/2/2010 10:18 AM (#20456 - in reply to #20455)
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Everything ok with posting? Wondering what the 'Test Post' meant ? Let us know of any problems
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Posted 10/2/2010 12:27 PM (#20457 - in reply to #20456)
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Ophiucus.

The Metaphysical Dreams/Arts Club showed a new posting present, but did not display the new posting in the forum, so I posted post #20454, and did a system, refresh and the post still did not display or the post I had just submitted.

I posted reply #20455 and the system displayed the 3 new posts at that time. 

So there were 2 new short posts that were not displaying, until the third post was added as a Test Post.

I was learning the system limitations and unique features, I do not know of any posting problems to report because of this.

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Posted 10/2/2010 7:38 PM (#20458 - in reply to #20457)
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FF, I saw a suspicious post on the board for a metaphysical dating service. I sent a pm to Jill and Ophiucus. Jill took it off which seemed to leave an empty space where it was. The posting has now shown up on the other UMS site. Which may be ok, obviously it's still there, so it must be ok there.
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Posted 10/2/2010 7:53 PM (#20459 - in reply to #20458)
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Leo,

I did figure there was a some glitch, and it was in the time frame you mentioned. As 1 post sometimes needs a secondary post to display a previous post, I had not seen a scenario where 2 posts were needed to display the posts and the start of the next page. I figured there was a reason that I just did not understand yet.

You are probably correct on this issue!

Thanks!!!

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Posted 10/8/2010 7:58 AM (#20460 - in reply to #703)
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25/9/2010 Soul Transmigration

I Solomon visited to intimate me about the nature of the frequent power outage we were experiencing in Nigeria. The source of my electricity is from Solomon’s compound. We share the same meter and I thought he had cut me off already, the usual end of month settlement thing. He said he came to tell me that the power outage was unintentional. He took me to his house to witness something. I saw his tenant, an elderly man battling with a teenaged boy whose hands and feet were tied to pole in the house. He is suffering from split personality disorder, the old man said. He will be so chained and severely dealt with until he could renounce the personalities he claimed to be and become himself. Solomon brought us something to eat but I was unable to for the cruelty I saw in the treatment of the youth. In some orthodox ways it is constant electrical shock administered to the brain to blot the intrusion. This shows how little their knowledge of the soul to want to so crudely blot out its collected memory. Split personality disorder is not that cumbersome. It is simply a case of soul=transmigration. It is not something that should be washed away but an important phenomenon that should be harmonized. The brain waves have a meticulous way of regenerating. No matter the amount of pressure to erase, they don’t. You find a way to cool the brain and encourage it to work on its own you have found a way to balance and the reality of the Source which is everyone and everything. I said and awoke.

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Posted 10/20/2010 2:37 PM (#20519 - in reply to #703)
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I haven't read your entire group of posts. However, sometimes we need to be reminded that beauty is also a metaphysics. Please stay! you are apprecated.

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Posted 10/25/2010 9:54 AM (#20546 - in reply to #703)
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Posted 10/25/2010 10:03 AM (#20547 - in reply to #703)
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ISABEL 18/9/2010

A man was busy on charity, doling out dollars to a large crowd of people. He had a girlfriend highly condemned by the jealous for her connection to him. The girlfriend seemed worried by the onslaught of the envious people and for that she went out to shut down the mouth of a particular critic who was lodged in a prestigious hotel. She precariously climbed through the roof of the hotel to avoid the watchful glare of the paparazzi camped at the precinct of the hotel. She found her way into the critic’s room but found it to be empty. She sauntered around and finally found a corner packed with sexists immersed in the art of conjugation. She joined the circle, taking a strong black male who immediately recognized her famous face but began doubting his good fortune when he had a taste of her flesh. She saw the wave of his doubts and quickly assured him. He was comforted when she showed him her name, "Isabel," artistically woven on the neck of her robe. The black man was energized, sinking deep into Isabel’s flesh until he reached his orgasmic point and Isabel was still vibrant, desiring more. He painfully passed her round to the rest of the group who gratuitously took in her mesmerizing beauty and warmth. One-by-one, males and females – blacks and whites, took their turn on Isabel until she had satisfied all but herself. Isabel told the group to pass the word around that she would give out again next day. The next day was a work day but yet people left their jobs to come have a taste of Isabel. It was no secret anymore, Isabel was out to numb the slanderous and in return have her peace. She wore a white robe and black high-heels. “There she comes!” The crowd lustfully cheered. Then all of a sudden the scenario changed. I was Isabel, waving and walking towards the entrance of the Five Star Hotel. For a second I doubted I was this white Latino Celebrity but I kept on walking as sexually as I could, enjoying the masculine and feminine cheering of the crowd. I was quite aware that it was a dream.

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Posted 10/26/2010 12:36 PM (#20557 - in reply to #703)
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AHMAD TIJJANI 31/5/2010

There was a crowd of people. We walked into a large complex seeking succour. I walked following the trail of an aged man who walked with a silver coloured staff. He headed towards an entrance and motioned me to follow. He said: ‘This is the gate you seem to have forgotten.’’ I followed him into what looked like a large restaurant. He said: ‘You can come here every day, have any kind of meal you desire and feel homely.’ We climbed some fleets of stairs. He led the way and I followed. I saw that he was handicapped. One of his legs was artificial. As we neared the landing he accidentally slipped and came crashing down. I caught him and for the first time we directly looked into each others eyes. H e was leaning on me. He said: ‘Thank you Please what is your name?’’ ‘My name is Ahmad,’ I answered. The old man’s face brightened up in excitement. He said: ‘Aha! Ahmad Tijjani! I am so glad to be here to witness what is about to happen now.’ I awoke.

~ A few minutes after I awoke, a Tijjani/Shia adherent came. Brother Yusuf and I had a minor misunderstanding concerning a laptop I sold to him.

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Posted 11/4/2010 6:18 AM (#20616 - in reply to #703)
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The Parable of Light 3-10-2010

There was power outage a few minutes before sleep. I settled in the darkness for the journey contemplating the depth of darkness. That night it was a general black out. The whole place was cast into utter darkness without the normal dint of light that one could find coming from the outside or from the moon light and legion of stars above. Then in sleep I began seeing dots of light flooding something like a black board or a gigantic screen. Soon the rays of light had filled the screen and continued to fill the room. It was amazing this sudden change of fate. The light extended outside the walls of my domain, covering everywhere that I could see. There was nothing to see but this white florescent landscape. Curious as always, my eyes searched the more to capture something in the solacing moment of heart-breezing radiance but all efforts failed. I began becoming bored. Then something prompted me to try moving. I moved and to my amazement I was flying above. I abruptly stopped to decide which direction to take. Something told me to take the right direction in the seemingly endless landscape of azure light. This exploration went on and on until I began becoming bored again and then suddenly I came before what looked like the Milky Way. It was a chain of galaxies brilliant as pearls, at the top a more brilliant source illuminating the chain. It was static when I met it. But as soon as I was there activity began. The circle of pearls began revolving round their source at the top which was still static and most fascinating. Something told me to freeze the scenery and pick the source. I did and went in looking down upon all as a giant. When my hand reached out and lifted the source, there was a spark and subsequent black out. I found myself back in the world of the living where I was turning the knob of the door to the office of an important personality. The door opened and I went in to find it was the office of Ali (S.A) whom I found to be of African descent, ambling in the midst of an all white council. “It is Ahmad!” The council members said as I stood in the door way. Ali came passing through me to see what the council had seen but couldn’t. I immediately realized the constraints of his office which had a council of darkness as its seers. The dark council had followed my thought and before Ali could ask, charged to seize me. I became invisible even to them. I hid behind the door. One of the most powerful amongst them felt where I stood and slammed the door to finally put the matter to rest but I was not there. I had risen high above, looking down upon a desperate leader surrounded by the toughest squad of the negative force.. For the first time in my dream experience, I ascended into wakefulness and thanked God for that.

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Posted 11/18/2010 3:37 PM (#20744 - in reply to #703)
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Hassan Sani Kontagora 9-11-2010

I was in a military camp. Five of us were selected to represent Northern Nigeria in a military assignment. Before comencement of training, we were presented to the northern public for appreciation. I saw a friend joined with an intelligence officer. They had a single body with two heads. The friend I intimately knew had the right side of the body and the other had the left. We greeted and I passed them to proceed to the seat of the elders. On the way I also passed Ali cheering in the crowd. He was so proud he said to his friends: "There he is our colonel." The Northern elders were not on seat except one, Hassan Sani kontagora, seated on a silver colored chair and dressed in an ash colored gown. I went to him and shook his hand: "I am selected!" I excitedly said. "I know," he smiled and said. I thanked him and fell in rank with the rest and we headed back to camp amidst the cheering of the crowd which had gathered to see us. "We should maintain state of alertness during and after our operation," I said to the group when we sat to eat our vegetable meal. After the meal, we trained with our female trainer who taught us a peculiar form of martial arts. We sat after training and discussed sex and viagra. There were no arms in sight in the training camp. I thought it was not normal and awoke.

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Posted 11/18/2010 3:53 PM (#20745 - in reply to #703)
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MARS 14-11-2010

I watched an exclusive live performance of a regae artist from Africa. I was not paying full attention till in his soft spoken voice he sang thus:

"When you are in Trouble

You are in a form of Prison

You've got to Understand!

You will not Understand that

You are to find the Red Button

Press it! Mars Mines come to Action!"

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Posted 11/24/2010 1:53 PM (#20763 - in reply to #703)
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Right Or Wrong? 1-11-2010

I was in a brothel. Hausa women lined in queue to be picked by men. A blind man drew me to them. He explored their bodies one after the other to select the most suitable merchandise. I was ashamed and tried to withdraw but he firmly held my dress. He was singing a tune for the prostitutes and they sang with him. He was very popular amongst them, At the end of the queue, when we had seen them all, he let me go. I walked into their newly built one-storey building painted white. I passed some girls and went up a fleet of stairs that led to the top but found no exit. "There is only here," one of the girls said to me as I came down. There was a UPS bus parked in the compound. I sneaked into the back with a guy that also wanted out. The driver, a fat man drove his bus out into the streets. I moved from back and sat up front by the left of the driver. The delivery bus was a right hand drive. I felt invisible but the driver seemed to know and was driving his brown vehicle on purpose. After a long drive, he parked at a military post. The guards at the post were asleep. He marched us out and woke them up. They corked their riffles to carry out their execution order. There was an inexplicable commotion and we overpowered them. I killed the driver last. Before he died, he changed the leaf of a large art work in display on the wall. Earlier, it was an art work depicting the crucifix. The new leaf he turned before his death was a stale picture of a serene modern city with an aeroplane on its blue sky and an inscription of the words: “Fly High.” “You must continue to fight till death. This is the essence of life,” the dying driver said. “Fight for right or wrong?” My mind conjured the question but was concealed from being mooted out to the dying man. Instead, I shot him right through the head and he slumped down dead with a smile on his face. I left the place with my anonymous friend and were back into a distant planet where its extraordinary populace were children of the same age. My friend was very popular there. I was invisible to the roaring crowd which was seemingly unhappy with the coming back of its warrior kin. “Kill him! Kill him!” The children shout as we were escorted to the council of elders. I saw myself turned into an old man with wrinkles on his face. I addressed the council thus: “According to my investigation, the Major is the Traitor.” The eldest in the council responded thus: “How can this be? Not long ago, the same Major saved the day here with us. He is our hero." I awoke

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Posted 12/10/2010 9:19 AM (#20833 - in reply to #703)
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MARY 3-11-2010

There was an accident atthe frontage of the guest house of the emir of Katsina situated at UnguwarSarki Kaduna. Sereral cars collided and tumbled while my car passed byunscathed. I drove a distance from the accident scene and gave the car to mysecond driver. I went into a brothel by NAF Club where I was served a covered plate. I opened the plate to find two bulging eyes of Mary and a foul smellingface as soup. I turned my face away lest I be hit by the vapor that rose fromopening the lid. “Danjummmai,” she said, “You have forsaken me.”  “No, I haven’t. I traveled out and now I amback,” I said and awoke.

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Posted 12/10/2010 9:27 AM (#20834 - in reply to #703)
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NATIVES OF MARS 10-12-2010

I watched a series ofrings which had their outer layer coated in red. “This is Mars,” said a voice. “Hereis a piece of advice that Mars-50 should know. The red layer protects the livesof those within,” the voice said. I watched the planet from aerial view. Therewere crate-like structures littered on the surface.  On reaching the surface I found that the metallic lookingcrates were the homes of the people or inhabitants that looked like people. Istood with some natives listening to them discussing about the arrival of a caterpillar-looking 'outer-craft.' I watched a spaceship that looked like aharrowing machine land beside us. A white bearded German looking fellowdisembarked. “The only way to subsistence here is to remain within the thickred layer. Anything outside the red layer is blown into infinity. Mars is aninteresting planet. It has everything other planets have and more in terms ofhealing,” the voice said while I and the natives walked towards the thick redboarder line. I awoke.

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Posted 12/15/2010 10:42 AM (#20851 - in reply to #703)
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Sheikh Ibrahim Nnyase 16-11-2010
I walked towards west. I passed by a police Chief arraigning armed rubbery suspects and petty thieves. I was wearing uniform of prison wardens. We were parading in a large hall. I was a senior warden. I had a staff stuck in my armpit. The staff was short and had two claws at the tip. I saluted our parade commander with my left hand and went looking for a late childhood friend. Awwal too was a prison warden. I searched for him at a bear parlor where he used to relax with hid friends. He was not there. I was with a child in our compound named Ibrahim. Abba directed me else where to look for Awwal. We went towards a mosque where was gathered sufi saints and prophets. A call to prayer (Adhan) was made from the powerful address system of the mosque. The saints and prophet were getting ready for the Prayer. The Imam, a Prophet and his assistant were in the mosque checking their record book. We wandered with my little friend round the crowd of prophets and saints appreciating their peculiar state of being and feeling happy for the privilege of meeting with history first hand. “Who wants to see Ibrahim Nnyase and pay him respect?!” A voice said. He was seated on wooden log with ablution kettle before him and we were standing right by him trying to memorize his bearded face.. His gaze was distant, as if we were not there. I browsed into his recent past and saw the handsome face of an Arab youth without beard. He was wearing a white gown and turban. My gaze turned to Imam in the mosque. He was reading his bi-annual report as Imam. I peeped into the record book and found it to be laden with numbers. I awoke.
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Posted 12/19/2010 11:12 PM (#20871 - in reply to #703)
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Hi yah Danju,
      Although Awwal is an Islamic name, it is not very common at all. I don't see mamas naming their male children that name for very many years.
       What is your understanding of the significance of this?

Peace,
Marty, Lucky, Poppy, Sissy
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Posted 12/22/2010 10:32 AM (#20891 - in reply to #703)
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I am a dreamer. Rarely have any understanding.

Any Interpretation is welcome.

Enjoy! 

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Posted 12/22/2010 10:35 AM (#20892 - in reply to #703)
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BINTA 6-11-2010

"The marriage of Binta will be conducted in January," Isa said and I awoke.

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Posted 12/23/2010 9:38 PM (#20906 - in reply to #20891)
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I wish Carl Jung were alive to read this...he would have his hands full.
What language are the dream personae speaking?

Peace,
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Posted 12/24/2010 12:50 PM (#20922 - in reply to #703)
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Life After Death 23-12-2010

I was with my late friend, BabanInna. We were engaged in a series of activities and at last he took me to a river-bank restaurant. He ordered white rice for us. I told him there was a restaurant elsewhere that had beans. I wanted a combination of rice and beans.Baban Inna seemed unhappy that I thought differently. I understood he was experiencing some difficulties with his relatively decade-plus years in the limbo. It could be for this reason and for the mission he want me partake for him in this life that he was very erratic and angry with me. I perceived he wants to use me change a few things of destiny. He had a teen-aged daughter who never knew him alive. Maimunat and my wife-to-be, Nafisah had some striking peculiarities in their behavior. Little wonder then that the night before this dream, my wife-to-be acted strange when I visited her. At first I thought it were the hands of the spirits (Jins). She was a modest and shy person but that day she turned everything the opposite. I tried managing her as best I could. I refused to let my anger into her provocative assaults. For instance, she knew that I occasionally smoke,. But when I brought out a cigarette to light, she tried severally to forcefully stop me. She refused to hear any word about peaceful means of resolve. Her father too acted strange. He kept sending her youngest brother to tell me it was night and there was cold, when it was just9; 00 pm. It was then that I finally resolved that there was an entity at work and therefore vacated the place for home. I never brought Baban Inna to mind during the scenario. We used to study and discuss afterlife with him when he was alive. We were very fond of things of the spirit. In fact he introduced meto a series of works in the subject by British Authors. The British Council Library was handy in Kaduna in the 80s. We began communicating the day he died in the 90s.. Our direct relationship lasted for about three years. He appeared to me within that period and announced that my prayer for him had been granted he will soon be ascending. In this current episode, I was not surprised to see him. My concern for him was the anger and sadness I perceived in him, especially when I declined his offer of white rice and declared to him my choice of the combined honors of rice and beans elsewhere. Baban Inna gloomily walked away. He went to a wall and leaned his head. I followed him and tried to talk him into surrendering to the reality of his being. I perceived he was not that happy where he has ascended and perhaps for that wants to involve me to temper with his destiny. “You have to surrender to the reality of our being. You are dead,this I know but you seem to forget by forcefully trying to influence my life for your own purpose,” I said. Baban Inna got angrier, took a motor bike and sped towards the river. I followed his suicidal trail up to the bank where I watched him ride through the waters to the other side. I noticed he was a bit sobered by the splash of water he rode though. He longingly looked at me from the other side and I awoke..

 



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The dream is reality........
"You have to surrender to the reality of our being. Youare dead,this I know but you seem to forget by forcefully trying toinfluence my life for your own purpose"

Reality is the dream so that you may rest easy in the transitional world.

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Late Baban-Inna 6-1-2011

My late intimate friendappeared with an anonymous ID. He drew my hand and joined it with hisdaughter’s which felt cold. It seemed like a farewell ceremony, a wish of mylate friend and apology combined. He embraced me and his daughter. He kissedthe top of my head, on the scar that I had in an accident on my motorbike whichnearly claimed my life. He withdrew thereafter, somewhat resigned and I awoke.

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My Ex-Wife’s Late Mum6-1-2011

I was with my wife, herlate mum and another young lady the age of my ex. I saw that my ex had a longbruise along the side of her face. When asked where she got it, she said: “At ameeting with Lami (My ex-wife’s junior sister). I drank too much.” My ex-wife’slate mum and the other ghost were dressed like school children on their way toa morning class. They wanted to take my wife along. Her late mum was sopersistent I had to tell her to leave. “When you went to school yesterday andthe days before you went alone and so you should right now. I command both ofyou to leave us alone!” Naomi and her friend quickly left the scene and Iawoke.

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Five Ghosts 7-1-2011

A young lady came into arestaurant to meet with a group of young men seated on a table by the corner ofthe restaurant. When she made to sit on the chair left vacant for her, one ofthe men drew away the chair so that she fell atop a man bent on the ground waitingfor her to land on his back. The girl seemed to be aware of the ulterior motiveof her hosts. She refused to be carved in and goaded by ghosts. She channeledher strength and turned into a beast more powerful and tied them into a bundlethen sent them down into the current of the river of infinity which was by a large tree and itsroot right before her legs. I awoke.

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Waiting Lounge (Barzakh) 3-1-2011It was in the hereafter. We must have finished ourvisitation and heading back that we made a stop over at a check point where wefound many others in waiting amongst whom a charming lady and her youngdaughter not more than three years old. The charming lady seemed finished withthe officers at the check point. She gave her child to a woman and joined oneof the black-hated officials in a peculiar limbs-dance. The child got tired ofthe prolonged strange dance and said: Mummy! I want my dad!” The charming ladylater told me she had a husband who does not mate till after an interval ofthree months. A customs officer and his men came into the waiting lounge. Iseized the opportunity to move past the queue but was forced to wait till nextday. I saw Abraham. He moved towards a bed. ”I am going to sleep. You seemedpoised to sit all night long,” he said and I awoke.

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Ghost Workers (1) 12-1-2011

There was an occasion I attended with my ex-wife. Lami G wasalso in attendance with her late mum. Lami was in love with me. She gave an i pod as a gift. I browsed through the ipod and my attention was drawn to herpictures album. I was pleased. I stood up and hugged her and she clung to melonger than necessary; to the chagrin of her late mum and her crowd of friends.I got free from Lami and thanked her for the wonderful gift. “You will find mymobile number at the back,” Lami said as we set to go with my ex-wife. Thedispleasure of Lami’s late mum soon caught up with me. The sentence was Deathfor my unpronounced emotion. Soon Ghost Killer Squad was sent after me,wherever I went.. I sensed and awoke.

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Ghost Workers (2) 12-1-2011

I was in the room of a Tariqa friend with friends. I rubbeda mild perfume on my face. The name of the perfume was “Sheikh Nnyasie.” I wassurprised to learn that my Tariqa friend had no genuine loyalty to the SheikhNyasie. I hid my discovery and kept pretending I am with my friends claiming tobe loyalists of the demised Sheikh. When I brought out a cigarette to smoke inthe room they forbade me. Their neighborhood doesn’t condone the smoking ofcigarette even when it has no genuine loyalty of deeds. I went out to easemyself. Sani and Isa followed me and found me pulling what looked like myinnards out of my belly. “Sani is responsible,” Isa said. I kept pulling theslime out until the last. I dumped the heap in a gutter and changed myclothing, bluish in color. I walked towards the gate that separates the livingand the dead. I passed by a film crew at work by the gate. I sought approval crossover while shooting was in cession and was granted by the director. I went pastthe actors in their last act before death. The terrain was strange andslippery. I walked cautiously knowing it as the land of the dead. The firstgroup of ghosts I met wore uniforms of aids workers. We shook hands.”(RankaDade) May you live longer,” one of them said as I passed. At a corner I met theghost of a Yoruba woman. Her ID showed she was a family of late Tai Solarin.Her face and mood indicated strong resentment of government. She said: “Sogovernment now has passed into law the execution of ghost workers. I wonderwhat the supreme authorities will pass as punishment for their initialkillers.” I awoke.

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NEVANA 28-1-2011

Five youths came into myhome and asked me a difficult question about God to which I had no answer. Mymouth opened and I spoke in Arabic thus: “In the name of Allah the beneficent,the merciful. Peace is upon Muhammad and his progeny as it were upon Abrahamand his progeny.” Immediately I said that my mobile phone began to ring. Thecaller was an Indian youth. “Hello, who’s this?” I inquired.  “I do not speak English. But I will play you aHindi a song,” he said. I had visual. I saw an Indian boy in his room and wasseated by a stereo set. “OK,” I said. He played the beautiful NEVANA song. Theyouths with me were Hausa but when the song began to play they took away thephone from my hand in ecstasy and danced round my room in jubilation till theend of the song when they gave me back my phone and I awoke.

KALIMAH(The Word) 7-3-2011

 I was into a bush and was requested a passwordbefore I proceed. I was surprised. A voice said: “You were not a Muslim.” I wasmore than surprised. I was frightened. I immediately recited The Kalimah: “Thereis no deity worthy of worship but God. Muhammad is His Messenger.” The voicesaid: “Say it High or Low, it is the same.” I awoke.

BAQARA (The Cow)” 11-3-2011

I saw written on a whitepiece of paper the last long verse of the Qur’anic chapter, “The Cow” andawoke.

Another:I saw my late mum. She said: “Little remains (of your suffering). I awoke.

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FROM DON MIGUEL RUIZ'S CODE FOR LIVING

Agreement 1: Be Impeccable With Your Word. Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.

Agreement 2: Don't Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you will no longer be the victim of needless suffering.

Agreement 3: Don't Make Assumptions. Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

Agreement 4: Always Do Your Best. Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed when you are sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgement, self-abuse and regret.

I have found Agreement 2 particularly useful when needing to forgive. When I realised it was my ego that was hurt and not the Higher Self me and that we have the freedom to choose whether to play the ego game or not, it became a lot easier.

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Bless you friend, I find all codes most interesting.

Thanks.

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AlLIEN CAT 21-1-2011

I passed by some mullahs in recitation aiming for a negation to befall someone. They were shocked when they raised their heads and saw me. I passed wandering into a garage and finding two youths in discussion. One of them was saying: “One should be cautions in Kaduna City where even the most powerful and protected could be hijacked and crushed.”Before the other could react, my mobile phone began to ring. There was the shadow of a big girl instructing her kid brother to tell me thus: “We have warned you of your operations against us. We are going to harm you if you do not stop.” I responded thus:  “If you try to harm me, I will unleash your grannies against you in retaliation.” The line quickly went dead. I perceived a suppressed anger before it went dead, leaving a high pitched beep that began creeping into my head. Before I knew it, I was trying to contain a bug from entering my left ear. My mind instantly flew back to a recent past when in a light sleep an alien cat was seated by left ear and in a soft-spoken voice told a lengthy incoherent  story to the extent I began feeling restless. I got alarmed. Something said to me: “Watch out. It is trying to harm you.” Before I reacted, it had bit me at the back of my left ear. I awoke in shock and later in the day, Friday evening, I had a terrible accident on my motorbike. A hit-and-run bike breezed passed me and I crashed, sustaining injuries on my head and at the exact spot the cat had bit me in the dream. It was my fault. I did not wear crash-helmet. It is optional this side of the globe. I awoke.

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Been missing you dear Danjummai

Yes dear Aquarius, I thought don Miguel was onto good stuff, but have been rather put off by his web-outreach. Doesn't ring true for me
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Sir, Paul...I salute, and meet we shall one day - no "missing" dear friend. Could be just as Muhammad of old was consoled in the Qur'an: "Dying you are and surely dying they are"..

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so mote it be
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So mote it be, finished off many meetings in the Ancient Free and Accepted Masons Lodge with those exact words.
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I thee mote....tap
The way I solidify the tarot deck when I do readings.....but no more since something which was bad happened and I told the person before it did.

HI DANJU!!!!!!!! Whas up my brother??????

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Marty, hi!
Bad things must happen in the soul's onerous journey to perfection. It is all about Experience which we garner by the tick of the clock.

Brother, I hail thee and All!
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LateBaban-Inna 22-1-2011

He appeared to me in full regalia, looking very much alive and wearing a prestigious (Agbada)gown. The location was their family home, a short distance near my house. The day was Friday. Baban-Inna was accompanied by none other than his living brother Uthman. He asked Uthman to go in and bring me the same gown they wore. I wore it and we headed for Friday prayer. We branched to a near by shop by the mosque and were surfing through literary materials on our favorite topics when he were alive; Afterlife, Reincarnation, Angels, Ghosts and Spirits. He gave an insightful discuss on my earlier vision (Five Ghosts). He said about the lady in the restaurant thus: ‘She was Asian and you know the Asian culture very well. Her family was gifted, but her brother was strayed. He was among the five she fought with and defeated. He showed me a cucumber artistically cut into the shape of a lizard. He resurrected the lizard and used its limbs to demonstrate to me some karate techniques. I awoke.



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NAFISAH(EVE) 22-12-2010
I was shown my Wife Nafisah. I was made to understand that her parents and probably she had an ulterior motive concerning our courtship. They had secured what they wanted from me which was the handsome dowry I gave them. They wanted me to fizzle out at all cost, lest their neighbors find out their negative traits and call them fraudsters. I was also shown Eve, very beautiful and tempting and made to understand her increasing love for me and me her. She only got angry because of my neglect and began flirting around in anger. I laboriously covered the distance between us, inching forward and holding her tight. She was bashful. “They can not harm us now,” I said and awoke.
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ADAM 4-1-2011
I WAS WITH Adam. His mind was restless. He had to choose to either continue to work in his country of birth, Nigeria or migrate to Malaysia where he just returned from. He got into a mosque, prayed and came back to where I was . He was accompanied by a youth who posed as his adviser. There was serious conflict running in Adam’s mind. He solicited for my advise and I said: “You should not hesitate to move out. You are operating in a very tight schedule. Move out before the negative forces of stress crash your system down. When you are stressed you are almost down. It is as holding the remote of your TV for a little while while you are about falling into sleep. When you fall into sleep, your favorite channels will be nothing but eroding memories which will soon erase. You will be left with only one channel, the channel of unfulfilled desire and pain which words they use to subsist. Adam, there is no greater evil than the hell in stress.” Adam’s youthful adviser quickly said: “Permit me, I am very versed in Astrology. We call on you to come and sit with us to prove this point.” I said: “I need not sit to calculate into the past and future. What I see in my vision is what obtains. Tell Adam that this is his only chance to move out before he falls into the painful sleep.” I awoke.
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LOST 28-1-2011

It was a beautiful mansion outside of town. The guards were out in the forest setting mouse-traps. In the mansion, a friend had collapsed in meditation. Two of our friends rushed into town in a sirened car to fetch a doctor. The heavens were opened up for the rain which kept pouring in that chilly hour of the night. Thunder and lightening kept torching and illuminating. I locked the gates and went back in to meet a preacher by the master’s quarters preaching and extolling the virtues of the prophet Lot: “I had a vision. Lot is in the USA,” he said. I went in and met the doctor arriving through the back door. We shook hands and I led him to where the patient was laid. We found the place crowded with family members. I sent the small ones out for the doctor to fully concentrate on his work. The doctor sat beside his patient and unconventionally closed his eyes in deep meditation. At last he opened up and jolted the crowd by pronouncing thus: “He is gone. I beg on the women here not to cry or wail for the dead.” I saw the doctor to the door and on my way back to console the family, the guards met me. The eldest of them said: “We heard that your friend had collapsed while meditating. What did the doctor say ?” I said: “You know about ZIKR (Meditation). He traveled out of his body. The doctor that came to revive him found him not and pronounced him dead.” The youngest of the guards said: “Could be that he traveled too far away and got lost.” “Maybe,” I said and awoke.



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Danjummai
Posted 4/9/2011 2:26 PM (#21576 - in reply to #703)
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PRESIDENT GOODLUCK JONATHAN 9/4/2011

I watched an aerial attack by an invisible force on the roof of Nigeria’s President. At the time of attack, the president was home attending to the children of his neighbor Kabir, The Great. I saw Goodluck came out to check for he had felt the attack. There was no visible damage. Then the vision shifted, I was into town, where on display were people’s auras loaded with rumors, high. In the North was a concentrated anger of the common man against their leaders. My sister Maryam, a Jpnathan supporter called and queried me thus, “We heard that the president was hit and was down in the polls.” I said thus, “That was not true. Calm down Yalwati, it was only rumors. I, Ismael and Joseph were there during the attacks. The president stands.” My sister was relieved. We spoke with the president at length before he went back to the children of his neighbor. We departed with our only wounded, Ismael’s younger brother who was reposed in a healing centre by the way. As the eldest amongst us, Ismael took the lead while I followed and Joseph was behind me. We walked in a barren land of a civilization of yore. At a westward bend, in the lifeless desert, the ground was hewn and we descend into a fertile land with water high above our feet. I awoke.

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Posted 4/22/2011 7:58 AM (#21604 - in reply to #703)
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UPDATE: President Goodluck Jonathan.
Marty! Thanks for the 'Post-Cats' during wave of violence that came to pass in Kaduna my home state and cities of Northern Nigeria. I was thinking I will see your complimentary congratulatory post to President Jonathan as was rendered to President Barack Obama, or may be you will plead with Miss Breeze to do so on behalf of the Board and UMS generally. Victory to Light workers all around the globe.
Blessings!
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Posted 4/23/2011 9:22 AM (#21608 - in reply to #703)
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THE SOUL 23-4-2011
A lady stood by me while I was lying down in sleep. She said: "The Soul has no gender, race or religion but a Source that's One!" I awoke.
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Posted 4/25/2011 10:31 AM (#21611 - in reply to #703)
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APOLOGY24-4-2011

I slapped a heavilybuilt man thrice on the same cheek and it later occurred to me that I was doinginjustice to a true servant of God. “Abdullah?,” I asked. “Yes, I am,” heanswered tears rolling down his cheeks. I regretfully burst into tears myself andembraced him. “I apologize,” I said. “Apology accepted,” he said and I awoke.

 

BUDHA 24—4-2011

I wascornered in the middle of the street by some by assailants with deadly weapons.I was with someone very vulnerable. I had to vacate to the safety of my home.On the way I had glimpses of my Chinese assailants, most vividly the face oftheir leader, a pretty woman and incidentally a UMS family member. At home, Iset foot into an ambush by the same group. My entrance blocked by a larger-than-life size sculpture of Buddha. I shot in precision, downing the assailants,peeling the walls around where the Buddhist seal had barricaded my path. Theentrance opened and I stepped into safety, looking up into the towering imageof Buddha. An idea occurred to me to use the carved out structure as safe. Iawoke.

 

THE BEAST25-4-2011

It wasnight. I flew from tree-to-tree, enjoying the quietude. It was a moonlessnight. Everything seemed to have stopped except my motioning. Then suddenly thereverie was disturbed by danger alert and paying attention from the heights Isaw a visual, a lion lurking in the dark. We set eyes, its eyes a blazing red.My mind skipped a little before realizing the distance between. I sighed andascended much higher, into the safety of the heavens and awoke.

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Posted 4/28/2011 9:21 PM (#21615 - in reply to #21604)
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Hello Danju,
I, for one, am glad to read that you are in one piece, and with peace.
If I may explain for all, Danman, as some may not know......Kaduna is a fairly divided city between Christians in the south and Muslims in the north. It is sort of like modern day Istanbul where a river separates the two peoples of two religious indoctrinations.
Nigeria had a recent election, and the incumbent, Goodluck Jonathan was re-elected. Prez Jonathan is Christian. This upset the Muslims so much that they were moved to riot. In turn, this upset the Christians so much that they were also moved to riot, and to beat up the Muslims in the process. The end result is that a lot of people got killed, simply because there is a great misunderstanding about democracy. Democracy, particularly as practiced in African and Middle Eastern countries ( and no disrespect of Danny is meant or intended) is not necessarily fair, nor just. It is exactly as it says it is, the governance of the people by the people, even though the will of the people may reside in one or more persons in power. President Jonathan got elected by "the people". BUT, the vote in Kaduna was razor edge close between the candidates.
Now, my good friend Danju, the big question....would I have voted for General Buhari? Hmmm.....ballots are secret....bullets are not.

Peace and Love through Understanding,
Marty and Hebrew Mau-Mau Cats, Luck, Popp, Siss

Edited because I wish to add......democracy in the USA is no better and no worse. We are a representative federal republic where the popular vote does not really matter. The problem I have with that is that we were a democracy and all of the above, but popular vote did matter.


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Posted 5/6/2011 6:39 AM (#21626 - in reply to #703)
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“IS HE IN PEACE?” 6-5-2011

I was with my late mum and another young lady my age. My mum’s countenance was more in peace than I had seen in all my previous visions after her demise. She was even laughing to the joke her younger relative poked. “Remember, I just found you that day, walking and desperately in search. I deliberately bumped into you and you were frightened until you saw that it was me,” the young lady recounted while my mum was seated between us. They were laughing and reminiscing when an old acquaintance of my mum came with a pack of Benson and Hedges in his pocket.“Has he known?”  Malam Abubakar asked her. “Yes,” she said, her mood a little dampened. “Is he in peace?” He asked again, this time directly looking at me. “Yes, he is,” she answered and tears simultaneously formed in our eyes excluding him. Abubakar indifferently turned and began to walk away saying: “Katsina (Cat-Sinner) Road,” and they both faded away,leaving me in a sweet romance with my mum’s tall and attractive relative. I awoke.

"Now, my good friend Danju, the big question....would I have voted for General Buhari? Hmmm.....ballots are secret....bullets are not."

Answer: When Americans voted Obama we voted with them, despite our racial and religious lineages. As to Gen. Buhari, a Muslim and Pres. Jonathan, a Christian, ballots are indeed a secret Marty but it will probably surprise you to learn that I and a good number of Northern Muslims voted Jonathan in expression of our civic responsibility. Moreover, Nigeria, like the rest of the world is such a cumbersome place, so to say, that not a single part can be without the other. Meaning, Christians votes alone can not make a President, likewise Muslims' votes. We are learning to accept this vital reality of our collective existence with or without ballots or bullets. You may take Kaduna State as a case study - a predominantly Muslim State which voted Patric Yakowa, a Christian as Governor. The post-elections reprisals in Northern Nigeria is the negative force's way of discountenancing defeat and it will be just for a while before Nigerians and the rest of  the world will know "Injustice" as the beast to fight, not our race, tribes and  religious beliefs.

Peace!



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Posted 5/7/2011 3:21 PM (#21629 - in reply to #703)
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I had a dream where I was sleeping and held down with electricity and I felt it run through my entire body when my heart beat.

It was like a containment field for the phsycal and spiritual and 1 more part. I asked a spirt guide to turn off the field holding me and it turned of all three fields and I felt the voltage subside in 5 heart beats and it was releasing to me on all three feilds and I awoke to a rising motion at the same time as I was synched up with my dream

When I meditate I do feel the energy throughout my body like this, but not electric like. And the electricity being removed was like the sleep paralysis being removed

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Posted 5/9/2011 11:52 AM (#21635 - in reply to #703)
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