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.

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.

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.

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.

Don Miguel Ruiz
Edited by Aquarius

Bless you friend, I find all codes most interesting.

Thanks.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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“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!

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

Soul Transmigration 8-5-2011

I was with Late Awwal, I leaned by him and was listening to aprogram on a radio channel. Awwal looked sleepy. He was lying down on a matbeside an elderly woman and her grown up daughter. The program was about soul’svarious stages in its path to perfection. I brought my mini-radio closer to ourears as we both intently listened. We were shown a comprehensive graph of the universeand a chart displaying the unique relationship of everything within our cosmic systemand beyond. 'I used to have dreams in which I speak in Arabic, German andEnglish', Awwal said as I stood up to go. ‘It means you’ve once been Arab,German and English,’ I said and awoke,