I time traveled last night
i was where i am now but in a different time (and place)
inhabited by different people to now
and of a people that makes sense but dont makes sense for this island space
but in the current house i am living seems as if there was some kind of neighborhood open house. now you need to understand that this was taking place about four generations ago at the time of each generations birth, so think calculate back we talking what appears to be 1800 /1850 or so but it was not slavery, was not colonialism, it was more looking like middle eastern, ethiopian, israeili, indian, hebrew- people and compounds.which makes sense as I live in a traditional indian enclave and past estate...but what ethiopians, israelis and middle easterners doing in trinidad?
anyway...seems like there was some kind of gathering at my current land lot home. and i see two little indian children run out. in dark red tattered shirts that look like dresses but they were a boy and a girl, just that i never saw any more hair on the girl than the boy and i focused my eyesight on the boy, the little one on the left, but they were always side by side. as i wrote this the first time, i realized i might be talking of twins. So i wanted to see where and how they living to see if i can render any assistance. so i set about on a 'journey' it turns out. so i walk the neighborhood and walked south then west and ended up on a corner where an indian family was picking and sorting fruits right under the tree. a man and two women or three women i am not sure. and I stop and ask directions and describe the children and the told me to go east but i ended up being welcomed into the compound and a man was there amidst plenty flurry and movement and people and women , and he was clearly in charge but without much speaking, no instruction, no barking, everybody was already in their roles, forms and functions, but it was a cool scene. i know i was hosted and welcomed but cant remember or sense on what or how.. so i leave there and moving/ walking east , end up in another neighborhood...this one of high walls and locked gates like israel and ethiopia.
and i end up at a house compound that seemed to be a weigh or travel station intersection where people mingled and had some sort of low key market for it was that intersection i was to get a bus? Or travel further into another direction.. i seem to remember the road looked like a zimbabwean road-- covered in jacaranda or mature trees, but in this compound I was also hosted by the family, yes centered at a man and an extended family members and cores...and i remember walking about and watching the architecture and practices. the high walls had these cloth type tubings in colors that sealed the space between the walls and the roof. it was interesting.. anyway, i was led to this table, seems i was waiting or lollygagging..for the right transport to arrive..but i was led to this african lady selling beads and bracelets and earrings. and she was closing up but i asked her to show me her beads and she pulled all out and i/we selected beads for her to make me a bracelet and it was an odd colors and unique...i remember there was a black and tiger eye bronze type bead that was the head first color, then the last two i picked were peach corral and green. and i was very particular of how they were aligned and circled. and though she was to make it i never made arrangements to get it. and yet still, i was asking her to make my journey with me. i recognized that as a constant in my life. always seeking asking someone to 'come with me' from ever since. since 1987 when i asked nikki to move with me from delaware to alabama.
So i am on a journey, searching for twins of Indian Middle Eastern Ehtiopian paternity and nothing i see or plan makes me stop. I keep moving and going.
the dream was instructive too cause i felt upon waking i was being told something about the identities of people...indians, ethiopians and middle easterners (israelis and hebrews) were once all one people. from one clan
and there is no accident of this dream and Junia Vincent, is there?
twins? or twin soul flames?. ghost spirits? and the merging of male to female and back again. just being.
Good Journey Morning/
i was where i am now but in a different time (and place)
inhabited by different people to now
and of a people that makes sense but dont makes sense for this island space
but in the current house i am living seems as if there was some kind of neighborhood open house. now you need to understand that this was taking place about four generations ago at the time of each generations birth, so think calculate back we talking what appears to be 1800 /1850 or so but it was not slavery, was not colonialism, it was more looking like middle eastern, ethiopian, israeili, indian, hebrew- people and compounds.which makes sense as I live in a traditional indian enclave and past estate...but what ethiopians, israelis and middle easterners doing in trinidad?
anyway...seems like there was some kind of gathering at my current land lot home. and i see two little indian children run out. in dark red tattered shirts that look like dresses but they were a boy and a girl, just that i never saw any more hair on the girl than the boy and i focused my eyesight on the boy, the little one on the left, but they were always side by side. as i wrote this the first time, i realized i might be talking of twins. So i wanted to see where and how they living to see if i can render any assistance. so i set about on a 'journey' it turns out. so i walk the neighborhood and walked south then west and ended up on a corner where an indian family was picking and sorting fruits right under the tree. a man and two women or three women i am not sure. and I stop and ask directions and describe the children and the told me to go east but i ended up being welcomed into the compound and a man was there amidst plenty flurry and movement and people and women , and he was clearly in charge but without much speaking, no instruction, no barking, everybody was already in their roles, forms and functions, but it was a cool scene. i know i was hosted and welcomed but cant remember or sense on what or how.. so i leave there and moving/ walking east , end up in another neighborhood...this one of high walls and locked gates like israel and ethiopia.
and i end up at a house compound that seemed to be a weigh or travel station intersection where people mingled and had some sort of low key market for it was that intersection i was to get a bus? Or travel further into another direction.. i seem to remember the road looked like a zimbabwean road-- covered in jacaranda or mature trees, but in this compound I was also hosted by the family, yes centered at a man and an extended family members and cores...and i remember walking about and watching the architecture and practices. the high walls had these cloth type tubings in colors that sealed the space between the walls and the roof. it was interesting.. anyway, i was led to this table, seems i was waiting or lollygagging..for the right transport to arrive..but i was led to this african lady selling beads and bracelets and earrings. and she was closing up but i asked her to show me her beads and she pulled all out and i/we selected beads for her to make me a bracelet and it was an odd colors and unique...i remember there was a black and tiger eye bronze type bead that was the head first color, then the last two i picked were peach corral and green. and i was very particular of how they were aligned and circled. and though she was to make it i never made arrangements to get it. and yet still, i was asking her to make my journey with me. i recognized that as a constant in my life. always seeking asking someone to 'come with me' from ever since. since 1987 when i asked nikki to move with me from delaware to alabama.
So i am on a journey, searching for twins of Indian Middle Eastern Ehtiopian paternity and nothing i see or plan makes me stop. I keep moving and going.
the dream was instructive too cause i felt upon waking i was being told something about the identities of people...indians, ethiopians and middle easterners (israelis and hebrews) were once all one people. from one clan
and there is no accident of this dream and Junia Vincent, is there?
twins? or twin soul flames?. ghost spirits? and the merging of male to female and back again. just being.
Good Journey Morning/
IBEJI!
did i conceive?
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