Fallen pieces Of A Dream
pieces of a dream
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream,
with this feeling of ecstasy that, what could this mean.
the very thought of that joy, that evades me doing day light,
slipped it way into my soul for only one night.
i still can feel the love in his tone, why did it only last until the
dawn.
could it have be and angle for heaven above,
i not really certain what i conceived was lust,
no love I've ever had, has made me feel that way.
only forbidden thoughts of love has ever led me astray
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream
Morpheus God Of Dreams
As you my no Morpheus is the Greek God of dreams he is also known as the the
shape, stemming for the Power to change form in peoples dreams, with the help
of his brothers.Thanatos ( Personification of Death), and Phobetor,
(Personification of Nightmares) and appeared in dreams as animals or
monsters. His counterpart is Somnia (Insomnia the inability to fall asleep)the
four of these entities dwell in the underworld.
When we in the between realm of sleep there is a micro period of time that
these entities has control of The Power Sleep. Morpheus has the ability to
mimic any human form and appear as that form in your dream, his true from is
that of a spirit (ghost) so he must have the consent of the sleeper to inter
into their dream in their from. once he has that control he then has the
power to control you dream, creating at will want he desire, and the ability
to travel to and from our realm to his, having a ghostly spirit still
attatched to us.
1. "When Jacob rolled the stone off well,
other option were closed,
My history opened.
But my voice remained inside, in the hollow echo"
Hypnos
per sonication of Sleep
All that i know about Hypnos is that he dwell in a cave in the underworld
who's mansion does not see the light of day, neither the sitting of the sun,
at the entrance of his mansion are poppies and other hypnotic plants, there is
no gate or door for fear the creaking of the hinges would wake him, a
river runs through the cave, this river is know as the River of Forgetfulness.
There is another river in the under world know as the Stygian this is where
the Souls of the Dead hat to cross (Styx)
This is why most people can not recall their dreams, and if your are able to
remember it, its never in it entirety or in sequence our memories of the
events that occur while we slumber are rearrange by these entities as to lead
us off the path of which we have planned. when we sleep this is the
closet to death that we come without actually dying, so we are on the other
side of our lives, the lives that these entities wish to keep us from. if
every human would make it across to the other side of our existence where
there is entail bliss, these entities would be trap in the underworld for
eternity. these gods are the fallen celestials ones from the being of time.
and if human ones take back the authority that was given to them to control
there will on the other side, we would realize where in time and space we
belong to reach that higher plan of existence, But if this happen for every
human Time would cease to exist and so would all the physical personification
of those that had fallen. when those celestial fell everything that was, and
would be from physical emery fell with them, so of these connection/bloodlines
will never be reconnection, and some will find a way to connect the ending
back to the being and have peace within It like having a family member that
you weather not have as blood kin, and a friend that is there for you until
the end that's how a friend at end times become blood out side the womb,
family by faith. Hypothetically, if at the end you had to choose between a
family member that had tainted the family bloodline and this action keeps you
repeating the same life time over and over and this member never changes his
action so that your be able to change yours. Now there is a friend that always
places them selves as a bridge to crossover the Stygian River and you always
turn away leaving them to repeat there life time, dare to this saccadic. these
are the moments that i spoke of in a early blog when you know something should
change and finally you know what and when, will you chose differently?
I think a man's seventy years are few!
of his hundred that are allotted to him as his life span
Thirty are lost
Ten are spent as a foolish child
another Ten spent completely decrepit (lying)
The fifty left divide into days and nights
only half sees the light of day
what's better than to be happy and at ease?
In an existence that only you have conceived
black and gray or both sleep the day away
i can remember around the time i was six until adult hood dream of
waking up in the middle of the nights and i would have a need for ice cold
glass of water, this occur nearly every night, in the dream I ask my mother
why was it that i need water so badly. i can remember her saying that i was
ether coming or going to Hell. Now, realize why i always and still been
terrified of water, the only thing that does brother me about H2O is
drinking it, it go's back to the dream state of our conscious
BEWARE
from POEM OF THE END
But for two even mornings
joy is too small
as you draw inside
turn your face to the wall
for the Spirit' a pilgrim (a traveler)
walks alone its way
let your hearing drop
to the primal clay
Adam listen hard
over the sources
hear what rivers veins
are telling their shores.....
while trying to research my bloodline, needing to know where and from whom i
bore from, it was really hard for me. Being that most of Blacks gets to a
point in our family tress where the branches becomes to confusing and with
the additional problem of trying to figure out to what white master we we
traded into. my tree stop at my great great great grandfather who was
original one of the white Haitian that left when most of the white's moved
to Europe, this is when our religion Voodu was band from us to practice it
and they being practicing Catholicism, buts that another blog i'll get to it
in time, its funny how everything is so connect but sooner or later that
same connection will lead you astray on the path you started at the being.
Haitian believe that going under hypnosis is a doorway for spirit
from the other side to travel into this existence. The Poppy Plant are the
symbol for this entities, and in medical term opium and morphine is made
using extract and use to manufacture heroin and used
anesthesia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anesthesia is another one of the hypnotic drugs that is use widely in
cultures today.
