pieces of a dream

  Fallen pieces Of A  Dream

i can recall only to wonder dreams that i have had during this life time, the first one i want to talk about was a dream i have when i was 33 im 53 now, within the dream i had of pleasure, untouched happiness, and joy beyond any that i had felt awake, and definitely not asleep, this  pleasure was not of a sexual nature, thou i feel sex should have one feeling this way, the joy was from a place that i had never attained before,  There was a voice, only a voice no image in this dream, and the only action that took place was myself and that voice laughing, it was a short dream but in that reality it as like eternity, there was only one obstacle that could be no lies or guilty from lies bought into the dream the voice never relayed this to me but for some reason i never this is what i needed to do for this dream to be. so my heart and souls was emptied of all worries, as the dream ended i could still hear the laughter of that voice, it was intoxicating, contagious.  much like the laughter i had wished for during my childhood.  i didn't want it to end, it felt although there was something missing , something that i had field to accomplish even though it was one of the best dreams i had ever had .When i woke up i got a pen and paper to try and transcript what that dream meant to me, i awoke with only 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.

COLORS

 

they told them all the good never mentioning the bad 

they showed them how they could live wearing their colored rags, now it is so sad, that their lives had to end in such a tragic way, 

nothing we could,do nothing we could say 

         they had all the answers, now they are gone today they chose this life for many reasons, making all the wrong moves losing their lives, what did they have to proved killing, for a color hating one another

they told them all the good never mentioning the bad
that showed the how they could live wearing their colored rags,

  just what does it mean, this color, they said 
that  if a man wears the wrong color shirt on the wrong side of town, 
that he wouldn't make it home he would be shot down

no man should have to die because of the color he wears
the places he chose to go he should be safe there

they're killing or future
disgracing our past

how long will this madness go on
how long can our young black men last

    they told them all the good never mentioning the bad
now their gone today what men we could have had

Kortni Quick

May 29, 2020  ·

I am white.

I am from Cullman, Alabama.

And I am fucking outraged.

Racism isn't anything new to me. I hail from the land of "don't let the sun set on your black ass." I live less than a mile from a field where KKK rallies were known to be held until I was about 7. I've seen "Heritage not Hate" so many times it's permanently etched into the back of my eyelids. I've seen young black men expelled from their high school because someone called them the "N-Word" and no one stood up for them. I've heard whispers of "she dated a black boy," and "they never come this far into town." 5 years ago the KKK left a bag full of candy on my doorstep with a flyer inviting me to a rally. My best friend (who is married to a black man) got a bag of rocks.

See, when Sandra Bland was murdered I kept my mouth shut. "It's not my battle," I thought.

When Trayvon Martin was murdered I said nothing while everyone whispered that a teenager shouldn't have worn a hoodie. "He knew what he looked like," resonated through my town like a chant at a football game. I told myself, "I have no idea what these people are going through. I have no right to speak on their behalf."

When Tamir Rice, a 12 year old boy, was murdered in cold blood for playing with a toy I held my baby a little closer. I was fearful that he would grow up in a world where his friends would be executed. I was furious, I was scared, and I kept my mouth shut. "What do I know about oppression?"

I've sat and been silent while countless black men and women were murdered in the street. I've fought quiet battles in private, but never openly for fear of saying something wrong or not having all the facts straight. I did not want to do more harm than good by being uneducated or inexperienced.

When George Floyd was murdered it awakened something in me. I'm tired of keeping my mouth shut. I'm tired of standing idly by while innocent people are MURDERED. I do not care that he may or may not have been writing a bad check. Do you know what the penalty is for that? It's a fucking misdemeanor.

Dear black people:

I see you. I hear you. And I stand with you. I will not let this fall to the wayside as so many other senseless deaths have. I will not forget. I will fight for you.

I will stand and film if you are pulled over, even if it means I "rock the boat."

I will stand with you on the courthouse steps, even if it disappoints the people from my town.

I will fight with you, even if it means I may be hurt.

I will use my privilege to help you in whatever way I can. I swear it.

Dear white people:

Do not be silent. Do not be fearful. Stand up for what is right.

If it was my son, or my brother, or my father that was murdered heads would roll.

Do not speak to me about how "rioting wasn't the answer" when they've been peacefully protesting since before you were born.

Do not speak to me about "not all police," when it IS in fact "all black people."

Do not speak to me about percentages and black on black crime while you don't have to worry every single day if your son is going to come home safe.

Do not defend the actions of murderers and try to justify it by pulling out every bad thing their VICTIM ever did.

I'm tired, y'all. I'm tired of seeing a world filled with hate. This is not the world that I want for us. It's not the world I want for our children. And I will do whatever I have to to ensure that things change. Regardless of consequence.

#NoJusticeNoPeace #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd #BLACKLIVESMATTER #myProblemTOO

 

 

 

 

  Saddest Sounds From Now And Then Are The Words lost In The Wind

once we obtain the desire to embrace the sounds of WORD that had been with held from us in this foreign land, the  next obstacle was to understand the meaning and  of  word, see that the only way that we would have to accomplish this task was to trust and believe the ones that would be teaching.

before we could make it to the second grade we were force to close the only little Black School. in our community and attend another school of their choosing.
talk to read with books such as Sally, Dick, and Jane Go Spot Go.

and then their came the King James Version of the Holy Bible the only bible that my mother would let us study about the Lord from or maybe the Watch Tower every now and then.

at the end of revelation it is written that "who soever change or remove any words from this book of prophecy, God will remove that person's share in the tree off life and in the holy city that are described in this book"

Now i will explain to those whom believe that  my faith is pagan and sinful, but the one that was force read to us , authored by the the judge whom accursed  Moses of be a soccer, referring to his plagues that was put upon there blood line. this author was also the author of the first bible of demonology. We were instilled with the imprint of Knowledge that every Being holds Power of FreeWill and with that Power  has the ability to pass down  [ Passive

 thus   when you question this book that is a unforgivable sin.

1. any words that were sent down by God  be written and bond as a holy manuscript  to guide and comfort any one  that should need, want or desire the guidance and comfort from God. Should  be offered not force upon anyone choosing not to except this offer of guidance. 
2. we were taught that in the English rule of grammar (and there are lots of them) you never Begin a sentence with the word "and"  this may not bother the masses but it confused me and when i came across a European we discuss religion and i pose the question of why is it that the KJV of this book start off breaking rules that they had set in place for us to follow and guide us to a better exist. She smiled and said to me your have the wrong book.
3. in Genesis the first chapter reads that in the beginning God created heaven and earth ....and in the second chapter of Genesis it reads and when the Lord God made earth and heaven..... now which is it is it both or Thu my understanding and interpretation of these words there were two one created and one made, and what is the difference between creating and making. one is a original and the other is a copy of the original but opposite, its like and image reflecting its self back from a mirror and the I catches you staring at yourself  every now and then.
4. why was the last passages put into this book "who soever change or remove any words from this book of prophecy, God will remove that person's share in the tree off life and in the holy city that are described in this book" was it to keep us from missing out on blessing, or was it to take away from blessing that had already been promise to us, a promise made by Any God should be kept, and if there are any stipulations in the conditions in trusting and believing in his words they should be put at the Beginning of this book not at the end after you have question the thing you have read. but perhaps the KJV knew forehand that, that was exactly what we would do Its called Bible Study, studying is to break it down and interpret what was meant thur the writing of the WORDS.

when, in the hea

pieces of a dream

this morning i woke up with only pieces of  a dream,
with this feeling of extacy 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 certaing what i concieved 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