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.

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!!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!"

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

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.

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.

I am a dreamer. Rarely have any understanding.

Any Interpretation is welcome.

Enjoy! 

BINTA 6-11-2010

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

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..

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.

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.

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.

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.