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La croix

The native children played during the late night. Were they spirits or aborigines? The playground structure was double storied, with elaborate slides and mud and pools of water on the grounds. I was playing with them but not in a childish way. It was a serious, complex ritual perhaps set in an atmosphere of apocalypse. The skies were intense, looming with some kind of supernatural activity. There were figures in red flowing ritual garments without signs or identifiers, doing dervishes, twirling and swirling, men and women, slim and tall. There was a figure head, who looked like a well built Fu Man Chu. He towered above me from the second level of the playground as i looked up to him. He told me, in some way, to worship a being called ‘Lacroix’ (From french, ‘The Cross.’) In my head i thought i saw a dragon like entity or mythological serpent inside a shape, perhaps a square or rectangle. i didn’t fully trust the man though it wasn’t necessarily anything evil he was saying or doing. I think he was just from a different place and time, certainly a cult figure. In another sequence, I was in a departmental store, planning as escape route for a woman who carried a bag of importance. I stayed furtively behind racks of high end sepia/leather colored corporate clothes. The danger was that our enemies were invisible beings and they were hunting us down. She and I moved quickly down hotel like corridors then entered a lift where she became my sister and we were carrying large amounts of luggage, all belonging to her. There was a muscle man, perhaps a bodyguard whom i had to leave behind in order to fight off the unseen enemies. The priority was to get the luggage away, to escape. I told him as the lift door closed, “Sorry mate” as i knew he would die protecting us. IN another neighborhood, there was a block of flates for special humans. There wasn’t a need for doors as they entered their houses by ‘phasing in’ from their corridors to their homes. They had to tilt their heads to the left then walk sideways fast enough to disappear and enter their homes. They each had their own ‘home signatures’ and only they could enter so i had difficulty visiting someone. I ended up in the house of an artist, an middle aged man and i wasn’t sure if he was showing me paintings on paper or some kind of construction like sculptures or assemblages. We spoke but i couldn’t tell of what. His house wasn’t the rich man’s kind, a middle class place with unimpressive furniture. I was either in the lobby downstairs or along corridors, trying to find a way into the house of a girl.

ash light search for jah (re-entry)

descend the cosmic crown of memory
tuning in
to the dub echo voice of the king
smell of the earth
a rain in my heart
of the memories in sunlight
I see the street and miss it the most.

the bombs had fallen then
comrades and flowers against the guns
electricity staged
a resurrection complete.

enter the universal Jah mind
nostalgia in the black flower field…



The Hours of Horus pass upon the funerary Ark. Death parts for us upon the dark river, bowing as we enter its gate of re-creation. 

olive skin.


The prostitute, or Holy whore, in the dream was partly saddened by my reluctance to  pay for lovemaking. "It's not about the money ($600)" she said, "It's about me opening up (the portal) in you." It was about an opening expression , a flowering (though they can all mean the legs and cosmic vagina. The island we were on was memorable (I miss Gili islands, lombok Indonesia) I was then in a shopping center on a main island and was with federation of friends. wWandered around a while (as i am a wanderer soul though not lost anymore) 

then we were in our hotel room, preparing for the continuity ritual. The door was unanswered (not yet, the high priest said, but his lover opened the door for her mother.) 


astral eventcalypse horizon

we descended from the tower, through the empty stairwell. By the side of the concrete steps, the phones, touch screens, ipads and machines of tech were arranged like tetris bricks, for us to step on. It was as if we could not make contact with real ground, and our bare feet activated various programs and recorded our 'music' for a post-world to discover. 

on some rooftop now.

even though the zombie apocalypse happened and was now the 'quiet' time between the terrors, we still had to pay for our soupy meals from the food court. Strange herbs was given to my soup, the man serving me was compassionate, offering me extras as a loving sign of 'go forth and do what you can.' I carried my large meal bowl (unsure of its main contents) and went inside the court with a friend to say goodbye to her grandfather. I knew it was the last time seeing him, as it was the last time seeing everyone in the world. It wasn't like the world was going to end, but whatever we were off to do would change everything so significantly that the same was not something to be expected. 

vooday astral arc

She was shot in the stomach, the only way to get the baby out. He wasn't in the clinical prison when she awoke but she knew he would come back. The clear observation  glass walls watched her on the red bed as she checked herself for stitches and wounds.

There were well crafted dolls, played by the mad man on top of buildings. He was filming the dolls with an unfocused camera. One doll looked down from the roof, hundreds of stories and powerful vertigo. The souls far below all had a yellow aura surround them, walking around obliviously.
I told my mother in the dream that, "we take 70 seconds to fall to our deaths." In my head I was really counting as either the doll, a person or me, fell. It seemed too long or I was counting too slowly and yet we did not reach the ground. 

phantom memories with no faces weaved in and out of dream, and I recall who but not why. 
there was no reason to be sexually excited, there was too much blood everywhere but I orgasmed anyway because the man was coming to harm her. 

astral layers

The gateway was the dream. From the dream, I entered reality and into her house. She wasn't home at that time so i entered her bedroom and locked the door. I started to undress…

from the gap below the door, I saw her shadow move and she tried to open her door. I panicked, struggled to put on my clothes as I knew she would get down on her knees outside to look beneath the door. 
I got down on my knees at the same time she did, and she peered in and I raised my hand to say hi, hoping she wouldn't freak out. SOmehow the gap beneath the door was raised. I tried to explain to her, that "from the dream, I had entered reality.'

Then i realized I was telling a friend about this incident on the bus, and decided it was, "inception.' I was saying, "Once i was aware I was in a dream, I entered into another dream." In my head I wanted to call another friend , to spread this news. and the neighborhood i was in, in the dead of night, with only a few lights on in the towering buildings of darkness, was a place i've come to before. Lost in its concrete and palm tree jungle, its blacked out swimming pool, i was here before I know it, looking for drugs and pills and secret rendezvous. My ex-drug dealer was under another block and I was consuming the mind altering substances with people I didn't love. I loved my ex-dealer though and i felt slightly bad that I did not let him partake in the mysteries. IN my mind i knew that this drug related activity had caused the gateway of the dream into reality to happen. 

I also love the woman whose house I entered. I wish she had let me stay in her room….

prophetics astral space

The labradorite wouldn't let me sleep.Too strong for direct contact beneath the pillow so after nearly 2 hours I excavated it and placed it by my side table where the tarot cards and ascension altar rests. 

then came the dreams. 
The first was the most powerful. A girl with long hair, sepia storm, dust storm, sand storm throughout the empire. 
the castle could barely hold off the ferocity, the underlying zeitgeist. 
it felt like the storm belonged to the girl
that it came from inside her. She was possessed by the storm (or did she possess the storm itself?)  
there were deep chambers, walls that were alive, breathing heavily. 
then long roads with houses thick with plant growths, overpopulated, hanging vines and foliage. roads unending, lost, wandering in all directions. 

the old house
the old master bed room 
in there, the art store man in black sat on the floor before a raised altar 
I took down the oracle cards for him tried to explain why I had divided and separated some of them, for what purpose, for what ritual
in the end he just took over, and In my head i broke down the system and decided that there was no more need for the division
let the man do with the cards as he pleased. 
My mother came in and out of the room, or rather appeared and did not appear…
hint of other spaces but the memory escapes me
not yet perhaps
not now.

arc dream Jan

quantum tunnels in a beige room (funeral parlor or evacuation chamber?) maybe they're both the same thing. The commanders were there (dark skinned cosmic military men) and the tunnels, though not obvious holes in space-time,   took anyone riding it to another space, faster than light (at the end of the sequence, I said to myself, "The soul body is faster than light) I had suggested taking a ride in the tunnel then laughed nervously as the commander (who was leaning against the wall) reminded me that, "with even a small meow, you'll * words here not spoken but implied total disintegration of the body because of the cosmic speed* Then there were twin  mongol shamans facing each other with one arm raised in front of their faces. The length of their arms looked fused together and they performed some kind of magical ritualistic dance. 

my cousin, another military man was preparing to have his cards read by me. IN my head i was thinking of the deck to use and the right one appeared in my mind and I chose it. He said something about me being psychic and "Saint peter will telephone and 'reprimand me' for me being psychic. I said to my cousin, "Who could raise the dead? Who could resurrect himself?" and as i drifted back to reality i finished by saying, "who could place the earth in an organized orbit and not let it hit other planets?" 

a girl spoke about commas, and how it changed the 'programming' of the sentence which changes the programming of consciousness/