Melville Foster: "Very dangerous in Trinidad.You will get your mc squared."
but wake i do, and i am..to this...http://www.youtube.com/wat
during the eight o'clock hour...i am dreaming and... travelling time and space, and dimensions...for the collapse of factors leave no other explanation>
i am driving through Laventille, Leigh Miller, a friend from college is in the car. for some reason we are fiddling with what can only be some smoothie I made, red full with raspberries and thick probably with mango. and it splatters on the back seat. not plenty, just little dots. seems like it happened just as I approach my aunt's cafe and house. the former no longer operational, for decades now, but my Aunt and Uncle are both sitting in the gallery, and there to hail me out as I approach, having pulled up into the yard opposite them. it is like I pulled into their yard, but their house and the street was the opposite side. so you see what is happening already. It is and It Isn't. My Aunt hails me first. My Aunt Lilla has been dead since 1995? She came to visit me as she was leaving. She appeared to me in my home, at my door, with a paint pail bucket holding in her hand. I since learned in photos and images that is the exact paint pail can that the Annunakis are always imaged to have in photos.
She appeared not as a spirit/ghost but as a fully formed human body, dressed like how she and my grandmother dressed, I failed to say she was my Great Aunt. and she would not leave though she frightened me senseless, and even then, even as I knew nothing compared to what i know now, I did not get frightened with encounters with spirits, which i had a lot - all my brother I believe except for this one, but then again, maybe they/there were others>>>anyway, my Aunt stayed for what seems like a long time, because I kept getting frightened and running from the room and trying to gather myself in the age old teaching of stay to hear what they came to tell you, but i just could not get calm, how do you see someone as another human who appears in your home, at 2am in the morning, and you never opened the door? That Aunt Lilla, she was waving hailing me out from the gallery, as I approached a stand pipe in the yard, that was her yard, that does not and never existed where I was, close to the road, and the yard was on an up incline, when in fact, it is a down. And then Uncle Dennis, her husband gave me quiet right, quiet soul as he is and was, especially at the end, but Uncle Dennis died about eighteen months ago. But they there sitting in the gallery to greet me, I home doing what i need to do as normal, no questions asked>
I get water on a cloth, i clean the car spots. Leigh is in the passenger seat, i guess she is visiting, and I had both my side doors open. I run back over to the road to rinse the cloth, turn around and the vehicle is gone. I literally look as if I am in a dream, that that cant be true. Meta moment> in a dream, saying I must be dreaming, wake up, cause this cant be true. My Aunt and Uncle never said a word if the car was driving off, and I wonder, how it is Leigh did not scream and I did not hear the car as it is reversed and pulled out and sailed down the road. Nothing. But the vehicle is gone. Then I get worried about Leigh, whomever took the vehicle, took Leigh with it.
then I calmly say, damn, now i gotta go find the crew mafia head man to go get these fools to send my car back. I gotta go back. Driving in the direction I came from..that road in Laventille is one way...and guess what i am driving to get there? My car. My vehicle. My SUV, the one that was stolen>
I woke up when I was way down the street, at another parlor where a lot of Laventille men hang out. the dream ends there, and I start to realize> I just had a non dream dream alter/ of it is and it isnt theme
and then I ponder, why Aunt Lilla and Uncle Dennis. These ancestors of all. Aunt Lilla is one of my most significant protectors, I have learned. testament to her coming to me, when she was leaving. I think she came to tell me who i am, that I would not get for years still. And Uncle Dennis he does just watch quietly, say nothing but put all things, into place. set things in order. And he died thinking I was crazy, but he marry a crazy woman, so no scene. But they appeared to tell me. doh mind the appearance of things and how they look. Everything in order. And everything being monitored. And all those who think they acting and role playing. it is all just a dream delusion of their non affect and power. And so I wake up. writing all this, even as I slept like a bear in hibernation through a rain squall>> no lime leaves for me to get in this downpour
Have a blessed day.
My title name is Maven. I am a fb Addict. I not going NoWhere, where it is I am from. ")
11am 06.22.11
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