think i had a dream this morning to remind me about magick and miracles.
and that my deceased brother, someone put his corpse on a suspended bed of sorts outside my window, and had him wrapped, i was living on a top floor. i guess i was supposed to be scared, but he looked then, in the dream, after twentynine years, better than he did ten days after his death. and i feel the message was to remember the power of the dead, call on them, they will deliver. i keep trying to remember what i did in that dream, after I saw him but it is not coming to me. it all felt good and positive, though
then i remembered the dream i had last week of the spirit sent over a precipice down to the sea, and when i /we looked over we saw a light lemon colored gold fish, walking on its feather fins, on a lily pad and turning into a bird that had chirped when the spirit was flung over...i wonder what that was...
reincarnation came to mind then and does so now. rebirth, recreation, the sea of yemoja, of fishes, children and the wellbeing of women. then my brother now, i feel if it was true what i was told decades ago that he put a curse on my life because i refused his return to us in this life and pod, that he is reversing it, and bringing all the abundance back to my life and at my feet, and upon my head. i did not know any of these things at the time when they occurred, i was just trying to live through repeated traumas in succession.
I now realize. a drawing i did when i first returned home and always thought it was my brother deceased I had drawn, the view of him in this dream is very much akin to that drawing except for the facial skin erosion on the cheek and cheekbone. my brother had prominent cheekbones
Anthony Huggins Jr. at his boarding school, they called him Rajah. We called him Junior. and when years after his death and attempted return, I had a dream and the baby i was told of his name was Junia.
It took me decades after to return to Trinidad to learn that is the name here. a real birth name, and pronounced just like Junior..
Sigh
then i remembered the dream i had last week of the spirit sent over a precipice down to the sea, and when i /we looked over we saw a light lemon colored gold fish, walking on its feather fins, on a lily pad and turning into a bird that had chirped when the spirit was flung over...i wonder what that was...
reincarnation came to mind then and does so now. rebirth, recreation, the sea of yemoja, of fishes, children and the wellbeing of women. then my brother now, i feel if it was true what i was told decades ago that he put a curse on my life because i refused his return to us in this life and pod, that he is reversing it, and bringing all the abundance back to my life and at my feet, and upon my head. i did not know any of these things at the time when they occurred, i was just trying to live through repeated traumas in succession.
I now realize. a drawing i did when i first returned home and always thought it was my brother deceased I had drawn, the view of him in this dream is very much akin to that drawing except for the facial skin erosion on the cheek and cheekbone. my brother had prominent cheekbones
Anthony Huggins Jr. at his boarding school, they called him Rajah. We called him Junior. and when years after his death and attempted return, I had a dream and the baby i was told of his name was Junia.
It took me decades after to return to Trinidad to learn that is the name here. a real birth name, and pronounced just like Junior..
Sigh
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