Barry Lungu
omg. Chintungwiza! the memories! thank you!
i wake up from a marathon sleep, after yesterday waking and my first few moments of movement and activity were me in deep sleep still. from one day to another...
i have been writing for the last fifty minutes and feel the need to share and tell. yesterday i woke up at angel hour (what time is that for you?) and poured water for the angels in my fancy crystal and silver glass from my parent's house, made myself a mocha, lit a white candle, wrote my wishes and prayers, read power of the psalms, a few of them for specific purposes. I just checked. I asked for nineteen things. nineteen is showing up. coincidentally, in my meetings with the minister and his advisor this week i happened to outline nineteen programs and projects. anyway, by the time I retreated indoors yesterday three things on my prayer list of the morning had been provided. Mark and code, a gig, and help with my vehicle: retrieval and fixing if you please my ladylord. Angels? Guardians, Guides and Ancestors? or my time in the cosmos?
i have a post waiting to write in my head, i loathe to write it as it is such bitter truth but it is what it is..something about black and indian people. we really are a different bunch. and i fear I am turning into one of those black people who enjoy a different internal inclusive insight of another people and am able to see the difference between them and my own and it is not a nice picture. people i just met willing to do what they can to help me, whereas my people want money for what ever little they do. folk absorbing costs just because they have the resource, our folk, my folk, ? were they? want to tell you how much it costing. i eh know.
i moved around yesterday too and encountered two empty homes. one all the time, the other just during the week. folk have thing just sitting down taking up space brother, not in any use whatsoever...it was the first time I did not launch into "i need a place to live, can we organize?"...i guess for several reasons, folk may have be coming out of situations with others, and so no need to take them to the prospect of that trauma, or personally, i am just in a space to fight up with my situation as it is. let the universe and angels provide. no asking.
anyways, i just woke up an hour ago after eleven (years ) {that is what i wrote} lol..after eleven hours...and the last thought i had was a vision of an old fashioned simple house deep turquoise in color, the same color of my salon...it had no windows, doors or security grills. you can see inside into the great room which was painted a burnished corral color. i stood watching the house from the street, which was a corner and it was on the top of a hill, the incline facing the back of the house. and it was empty and available for me to command and occupy...all i needed to do was to powerwash it (inside and house), put grills on the windows and doors, build in window ledges and put up awnings, hang ferns from the roof, orchids on the grills, and place other plants on the ledge; furnish and live. but as I scanned into the great room there was an old blind spanish woman in the house, sitting, living meticulously clean with nothing..either existing or she was a ghost. and now as I write, I think she may have been my grandmother, but i wonder if she had issues with her eyes that i am not aware of...her accompanying me, being before me, going before me to make a place, keeping me company is not in any way outside the realm of real, and i would be so happy if that were so going forward. But i need to know where that house. So if you see a house looking like that anywhere, please write or call me. Tell me. That is my house. so i wake up and one of the things on the list from yesterday appears in a vision.
Good Morning
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