Throughout Elementary School I had to put with a very dysfunctional family. My brother was always leaving home and ending up in a youth detention center. My real dad often didn't keep his promises to visit us. Me and my brother were often left very hurt and heart broken by this. Abe, my mom's boyfriend who became my step dad was pure evil. I was never physical abused, or sexually abused but I might as well have. I was verbally abused constantly. My mom always talked down to me, that I would never be able to get a great job. That I wasn't intelligent enough to pursue University for anything that I wanted to be. My brother was always a bully, and we fought all the time. My mom and Abe would often leave me home alone until 2 or 3 in the morning when they came home drunk. Then they fought for the next 3 hours. This was an annual event. My grades were a disaster, and I was pushed through the grades by kindness and mercy. I was classified as a slow learner, and I barely made it through the classes. I wasn't a slow learner, I was traumatized, paralyzed in the fear of constant family violence and neglect. My self esteem was shattered at an early age, and decades later remains on the balance. I was the class clown, the fool, the nerd, and the outcaste, outsider. I was bullied at home and at school. All this time I was a space cadet. I hide in my fantasy world, isolating in my books. Being left alone most nights, and having no friends anywhere, I was forced to play space games by myself. In the later grades, grade 7, and 8 I intensified my reading of ghost books, ufo's, bigfoot, The Bermuda Triangle, Ancient Alien architecture, Aliens. Not much changed during High School. In fact it was much worse. I dressed like a psychedelic freak in techno-rainbow colours. I had very bad acne, and ugly glasses. This time I only had one friend throughout my High School experience, Anthony Dunmore. My mom and Abe broke up prior to me entering High School, my mom told me the stories of the haunted houses we had lived in. My dad later confirmed what he knew of what was going on. I learned of many alternative music artists from a local University station, and made it a priority to listen to all the strangest music ever created. The music helped me escape, it helped saved my life. I lived at various locations with my mom while in High School, and in all of them my bedroom was a space station. My walls were plastered with pictures and posters of stars, galaxies, ufo's, alien landscapes. Later they would be plastered with posters of vampire themes, and occultism. In grade 9 Saskatoon's first occult store opened up. I was there often talking with the owner, and reading all the used books she had to offer. I started practicing a mixture of Voodoo, witchcraft, and psychic vampirism. My mom continued to drink late nights, and the bulling continued from School, and my brother. I got deeper into reading, studying, and practicing various form of the occult. I became obsessed with Trance Channeling, it was a great escape for me. I spent hours a day either reading all the New Age books of the time, or summoning spirits in my bedroom. I was possessed more than a couple of times, and did things that I have no memory of. My friends, and family would later inform me of my mad hatters. My first two years of High School was filled with paranormal experiences. That will be left for the fourth part of my mini-autobiography.
We lived as kids in Elementary school at haunted house, two blocks back from the haunted house on Ave L. South. This house was only half a block from school. We lived in this second haunted house on Ave N. South, while my mom, her boyfriend Abe, and his brothers worked on totally reconstructing the interior of the house at 1135 Ave L. South. My mom told me all about the haunted houses not long before I was to start High School. Then we were living in an apartment complex on the East side of the city. I was already very troubled. But more on that later. Ave L was haunted by teo children about the ages of nine. My mom saw them one night coming home while I was out truck driving with my dad. She opened the side door and saw two children, both about nine years old, a boy and a girl. Their glowing outlines scared her so much she fell back and broke her ankle. Maybe they were mad about all the family fighting in the years prior, and the years to come? Prior to my mom meeting Abe, who would become my unofficial step-father, my mom and dad fought a lot. My parents later separated, but never divorced. My dad kept the house, and my mom moved into the hotel where she worked as a head maid. That hotel would be connected next to what is now known as THE LIGHTHOUSE. While living at Ave L, with my dad and my brother I started get sick. I think I was about 7 or 8 years old. I was sent o live with my mom because my dad had to work and no one was around to take care of me. I went through five to six weeks of intense sickness. I got the mumps, then the mussels, the flu. I could barely eat for weeks. The ear, stomach and throat aches were unbearable. My mom had meet Abe at the hotel. He would end up being a sever bully. Abe and my mom bought our old house on Ave L from my dad. We moved in. I kept coming home after Elementary school to see my bedroom in the basement being torn to pieces, all my toys, and things were scattered everywhere. My mom would later on tell me it was the ghosts haunting the house. The ones that hated my step-dad, Abe. They always bothered him while he tried to sleep, and later had to sleep only with the lights on. Numerous fights took place when my dad showed up very late in picking us up for a visit. My dad was often late, or a no show after promising to visit us. My reading of occult books about ghosts, hauntings, alien abductions intensified. At school I was a total moron. I was the freaky, space cadet. I was bullied all the time, called upon to be the class clown at a moments notice. Abe and my mom left me alone in that haunted house on numerous, countless occasions while they spent all night drinking in the bars. They would call me every once in a while to say they would have a couple more drinks and then be home. That wasn't until 3 am in the morning, when they would spend the next three hours fist fighting. All of this before we even moved into the second haunted house. on Ave n. South. The second house we had lived in was haunted by a man who hung himself in the basement. As a kid I remember seeing doors would close on their own, the toilet flush by itself. Taps turns on by themselves, and sounds of loud creeks on the basement stairs. Our dog always barked at nothing in the air. My mom and Abe kept drinking late nights, leaving me alone at the house. I was told at that time all the weird happenings were mechanical issues. After several years of being left alone at nights in haunted houses, my mom and Abe stopped renting the second house. The first house on Ave L, sold. We moved into an apartment on the east side. My mom and Abe separated. My mom told me the ghost stories prior to entering High School. High School would be a two year experience with demons.
I was as a baby, brought to term in my first nine months of life across the street from Saskatoon's largest graveyard, I spent the first year of life on 2nd Ave, across from Woodlawn Cemetery. We moved briefly to another house, but in less than a year me, my brother, and parents moved into the haunted house of 1135 Ave L. South. I would learn of this being haunted, nor the second one until I was about to start my first grade in High School. As far back as I can remember I was always fascinated with space, ghosts and UFO's. Our Elementary School had two libraries. One for grades 1, to 5, and the other from 5 to 8. As far back as grade 2 I was always looking at picture books about the stars, sun, planets, and galaxies. I draw out cartoons about a space traveling man I named Mr. Small. He was based off the Flintstones Mars character. By grade 5 I was traveling with my dad, and my brother on long distance truck driver adventures. During the summer holidays I would travel all over North America on my dad's 18 wheeler. I always took my puppets, and books on astronomy. Through the next four years the books would become much more complex. I left the puppets behind and took with me books like Erich's Von Daniken's Chariots of the Gods, Gods From Outer Space. I talked my dad's ear off with all topics related to the ancient aliens, and the stone structures they left behind. We talked endlessly about aliens, and the size of the universe, how far a light year was, how big the sun was compared to the earth. I brought books like OMNI'S Book of Robots and, Book of Computers. These books were about the future. My dad was the greatest inspiration in my life. He always listened, and never judged. As a family, and as a passenger with my dad on the semi=truck, we travelled a lot through the Rocky Mountains. I was always on the look out for bigfoot, or ufo's flying out of the mountains. Escape From Witch Mountain was a big childhood inspiration. Perhaps my early fascination with the occult began when I was about 5 or 6, when my mom and my brother Dave played around a lot with a Ouija Board. Finally when my mom no longer liked it, she told my brother to through it in the garbage. I was devastated. I began crying and fighting against throwing it out. Who knows maybe this is where the ghosts of this house come from. My brother throw the board in the garbage in the back yard. I later went and brought it back into the house. Again my brother had to throw it out. This time in an alley garbage can where I would never find it. At around the age of 9 or 10 I awoke from a sleep in the middle of the night. I looked back and saw myself still sleeping on the bed. I turned and walked right through the basement bedroom door, up the stairs and out through the closed, backyard door. There I saw a wall of changing colors, and lights. Sometime later, in real life I noticed two deep chunks of flesh missing from my stomach and chest. Later on I would except this as some kind of Alien abduction. The holes in my body were deep, about one centimeter by two centimeter wide. There was no sign of blood, or an insect bit. At about this time my parents were separated for over a year now. My dad's new girlfriend Patty had an encyclopedia that I fell in love with. It was a massive series of books called The Encyclopedia of Man, Myth and Magick. Patty was also a witch. I would read the encyclopedia and learn about her divination, palm reading, pendulums, when ever we visited. My dad was living in a haunted farmhouse just east of Sasaktoon, along side the road leading to a small town called Bruno. It was haunted by a little girl who drowned in a swamp behind the house. My dad said he could often see her light floating around. I spent a few night there in that house, reading from the borrowed encyclopedia books, but my dad never told me about the ghost until much later on. My dad would later move in with Patty in the city, and have three children with her. While all these paranormal events were happening, I was raised in an ongoing horror show, a very dysfunctional family. That begins the second half of my story.
Before having this dream I was laying down in bed. At some point I felt a sudden sharp, burning spike like sensation in my fourth toe on my left foot. The fourth toe going from left to right, before the big toe. I really didn't think much of it........ Then later I had the following dream.....I had a long and lengthy dream of walking in a very clinical bank. I asked for a loan of $500, 000 dollars. I had to go through many questions as two different Oriental women took all information, and I was to read and sign papers. Than an older woman, Caucasian, about 55 years old came up to me. She had dark brown hair curled up in buns. She was dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and black skirt. She looked like she was dressed from the 1930's, common school teacher look. Her face looked completely fake, like she face was filled with Botox. It was as if she a hundred years old but with the face of a 55 or 60 year old via the Botox. One Oriental lady told me to look into a laser scanner like camera, and start talking about anything. Then I was told of some corporation has globally scanned my face. I was told it was a free procedure for me because I was going to receive the loan. She showed me the results on a monitor. I saw numerous images of famous historical people like Hitler, and famous movie and T.V. personalities. It was as if my face was being grafted onto theirs's, a computer simulation of what they would like if my face were on them. It looked like I was about to receive my $500,000 dollar loan but when I was asked for my S.I.N number I couldn't remember it. The tall Caucasian woman with the Botox was asking me questions and I couldn't understand her. I began to feel dizzy, and I fell to the floor. I felt suddenly drugged. I remember laying there looking up at all these lights. People came and carried me to an operating table. I blacked out for a moment. The Botox woman was standing over me guiding a very long needle that I could feel moving around in my stomach. There was no pain. Then she retracted the needle. I began to feel an incredible lust for her, like she could take full advantage of me. I wanted her to rapture me, take me, have sex with me. She moved to to the left of me and placed a needle in my right cheek. She was scooping up fat and tissue from inside my cheek. Then she looked at what she had scooped, and brought out another needle and started doing some kind of surgery to my left, upper teeth. I just felt so much in lust of her. I wanted her to sink her teeth in my neck, kind of lust. For quit a while I could feel my left arm against her stomach. Then it was time to get up. I felt like a drone, a mindless drone. Everything she said I agreed to. At one point I dropped my pants as we walked into a private room. I was wanting to make love to her. But that was rejected. She told me something about having to be scanned again, as it I was a product being bought at a store, and it needed to be scanned for product I.D. and so the scanner at the front door would not go off when I left. This procedure was simply me placing my hands in a red beam of light. That's all I remember.
The following is three vivid dreams I've had over the past couple of weeks. I did my best to memorize them. I was quit hesitant in posting the dreams, but I will leave out certain details that may give people the wrong idea of me. I am not a Satanist or demon worshiper of any kind even though the dreams may indicate so. in the first recorded dream, and the last I'm not sure if they are cult like dreams, but the second recorded dream certainly is. I think the Satanic like dream has to do with wanting, desiring to be a part of something special. A part of me wants to surrender to another, or others, be controlled in a sexual fetish way. The second dream is from my deep subconscious, and it represents a passion to be a helpless victim in a sexual manner. It maybe the result of my lifetime interests in vampires. I have a strong, unacknowledged desire to belong, to be wanted by a group, or intimate surrender. Or it was just another wet dream. LOL. DREAM # 1... I am in a hut made of bamboo. I remain in this hut throughout the dream. The hut appears to be in the middle of a large field, at night, in summer. Sometimes it feels like it is in a detention center. The walls are filled with exotic, esoteric items. All the kinds of gifts you would find in a metaphysical, paranormal gift shop. Me and my brother were living in the hut and we seemed to have accumulated all these things together. I saw crystals of all kinds, wooden masks, Buddhist and Hindu paraphernalia. Two people walk into the hut and sit down. We sit with them, playing cards. I found out that the one person is a king pin of all the gangs in the city. That lives near my old house on 1135 Ave L. South in Riversdale area. I wanted impress him and make sure we were friends. I gave him a sacred crystal, he excepted, we shook hands in friendship and he left. While we were playing cards I saw two woman on my brother's bed. I don't know if we knew they were there. One was a red head, the other a brunette. Then there was a man in a black suit, with white hair. He appeared to be almost transparent in skin tone. He saw a knife I had picked up off the table, one of many ancient items. The man is very interested in the knife. He approaches me and asks to see it. I let him see it. I have a strong feeling I should make this person happy by giving him the knife. My brother agreed. He was pleased with being given the knife. He wanted to bless me by pressing the handle of the knife on my forehead. After he left, I said to my brother...... IN THE SECOND DREAM.... ..I walk into a darkly lit room. The room is very large. I feel dizzy. I am naked. I am naked throughout the dream. I see two large, marble, black, oblong monuments. They are like giant altars on either side of me. They are about 5 feet tall, so people could walk on top of them. Two people I can't see help me to an altar up ahead. The altar is a large, oblong table with a white sheet covering it. Numerous medieval type cups, and bowls with some science flacks willed with liquids were covering the table. I saw a round , black cloth on the wall with symbols on it but it was all blacked out throughout the dream. I drink from a cup that is lifted to me. Now I am very dizzy and weak. I am left to lay on the floor. I see two or three women I've seen before in other dreams. They are naked, and simply walk past me. I seem to be feeling more drugged, more lustful for something, like a hungry animal. A large man dressed in Priestley robes approaches me and starts sprinkling me with holy water. He has many weird symbols on his regalia. The holy water is not the kind of holy water you find in a Church. It seems to do something strange to me. Another, larger,older woman is seen naked, worshiping the altar on her knees. A man who appears to be a great Roman of importance appears in my face and starts telling me things, asking me things. I am too drugged to really reply. But I hear people call him a great Roman philosopher. Romanus, or something like that was his name. He was dressed in a Roman toga, he was Caucasian with white, short, curly hair. Then he left and another, different Priest appeared and using a cup of holy water, or whatever it was, and began sprinkling me with it. He rubbed my forehead with water a drew an upside down cross. I immediately thought of The Cross of St. Peter. Than naked women I could not see began pasting me with something. I kept hearing chants throughout the dream. I than saw a large bible like book. It didn't have any title. It seemed to have a silver square center, with reddish trimmings. Some hieroglyphic images of some sort outlined the red trimming. Someone asks me if I believe, and if I except. I say "I do. I except.".......IN THE THIRD DREAM......I only remember basic parts of this dream. I am with my brother, his friend Wes, sometimes Wes would morph into another friend of mine, Thomas. We were drinking at some bar, it is late at night, and we are walking home. We come across two women with long red hair. They were Caucasian, an young, about 25, the other about 35. We started talking, and there was a fourth person with me, Dave and Wes, but I don't find out who he is. The girls ask us to come over and rink with them. He say yes, and I we have bottles of hard liquor with us. As we get close to their house which appears to be an apartment, they tell us of a time travelling porthole. We are all drunk and we decide to run with the girls into the large brush of trees next to their apartment. As we run through I begin feeling weird, and I say out loud that its working. I duck under a tree branch which is bent like a doorway. I run underneath it and jump into a lake shore side at the end of the path. Instead of jumping onto the sand below, I am standing at the doorway of the girls apartment. "See?" They said. "We told you it was real." We were amazed. We got into the apartment, house. The apartment or house had its front door right next to where people walk. It was like the old neighbors of old London. The apartment door was without any patio, or yard. You could just walk in from off the street. The house had a prestigious beachfront feel to it. It felt like Florida. There were many houses and building surrounding the large lake. We are inside the house, sitting on the hardwood floor. One of the red headed girls, the younger one says she wants to do a reading of me. I agree. Her older sister seems to warn me of her younger sisters powers. Her face becomes weird as she touches my arms. One eye seems to become larger. When she is done it was like it never happened. We seemed to be mesmerized by the women, and we didn't want to leave. The women kept showing me things in their house, stuff, junk they owned. We wanted badly to run through the time porthole again. It was like a drug. In the dream we end up passing through the thick grove of trees, taking the same path, ducking under the same tree branch, doorway. Each time was different seeming more serious than the last. Each time, one more of my friends is missing. Now I'ma alone with the sisters. They become like rich, drunken, hookers. But I feel I am trapped with them,and can't leave anywhere on my own. But that feeling is a strong desire not too. I want to stay with them. After one sister returns with beer, we sit and drink together for a while. They tell me about their technologies, IPhones, interconnected video game and movie players. Like they are trying to convince me to stay. The dream ends with me having to use their washroom.( Read more...Collapse )
Yesterday I wrote three different posts on my Facebook timeline about visions I had of space twisting helix's of cosmos wide solar systems. I saw images of solar systems all twisting, and spiraling in a vortex like pattern. It was all like the now familiar animation of viewing the our own solar system. The famous new animation model shows the sun traveling across space, with the planets spiraling around the sun in a vortex pattern. The image looks like the threading of DNA, double helix's, or braiding of fabrics. The mathematical animated model is familiarly known as the The HELIOCENTRICAL VORTEX, or Spiraling Solar System...The videos can be found on YouTube and Google....Two days ago I was listening to old Kraftwerk live concert songs from 1981. I began seeing the visions of the twisting solar systems. I began receiving what I can only describe as images with messages of knowing. I began to think of the numerous planets we have found in the universe, and how many solar systems. I came to realize that all these many, many solar systems are spiraling in a Heliocentrical Vortex as well. That all these solar systems, are all moving around their sun, planets following their sun making double helix, braiding patterns. I started thinking about the Mayan calendar wheels, and the shafts of the Great Pyramid pointing to certain stars. I thought of the earth spinning. I imagined shafts of thread reaching out to these stars of the Great Pyramid, and I saw the earth being threaded as if it were a giant spool of string. I saw the earth as a giant spool of string and realized that it represented DNA. I quickly began realizing that our DNA, all DNA RNA was made from a collective collaboration of millions, perhaps billions and trillions of solar systems through the universe. Billions of solar systems twisting space into near infinitely long, spiral ,helix braids. I saw this as a cosmic perpetual motion machine. Space itself was twisted and warped, not just once but twice. These were spatial concepts I had been Channeling for over 35 years now. I realized that the whole universe is filled with DNA/RNA. All planets,moons, comets, asteroids, meteorites, were capable of carrying DNA strains. That super twisted space time itself created the cosmic DNA pool, and that this DNA pool was spread out through the universe, permeating the cosmos. Thirty five years ago I began my extensive Channeling of a concept called THE COSMIC GAIA. That the universe was a giant organism just like the Gaia Theory. And that this Cosmic Gaia spun in a giant vortex made of two curvatures of space/time. As I listened to my Kraftwerk songs I thought of all the world's ancient astro-archaeological stone sites, and all their alignments to the stars. I imagined threads, and strings emanating from these sites to their star destinations. And as the earth spun, it was being spooled by endless threads and strings of wool. DNA was forming throughout those primordial swamps. In essence, we may owe our DNA driven existence to the billions of DNA spiraling planetary solar systems in the universe.
Here are several bites and pieces of dreams I've had over the past weeks. I am certain that what I remember of these dreams add up to the climax of the dream of being a wizard who lives on a bridge.I have tried to keep all the dreams in the order that I dreamt them over the past few weeks........In several dreams I keep dreaming of a young, blond haired woman. She is almost like a teenager. She is cute, curly, long blond hair, Caucasian, usually wearing a black sweater with white letters saying something. There is some kind of tension between us. Like should we be lovers, or just friends. She shows me her boyfriends. Or they appear near during the dreams. As if she is trying to tease me, or make hints to me. I usually meet her in houses I've never been in before, or at drinking parties............Dreamt of my dad a few times In these dreams I am usually at his house, a house I've never been in before. He is smoking, and leaning back on a favorite recliner that he loved in real life. We talk but I can't remember about what..I usually end up dumping out his ash trays...........In one dream I see a three level house. It is yellow. It appears to have a large yard all around it. A house in the city. I've dreamt of my Brother living in this house many times with his ex girlfriend Carol. In this dream I ask my brother to get me some books. The house becomes a large, used book store inside. We walk inside the book store, and I head straight for the occult section. My brothers agrees to steal all the books I want. I go looking through books on astrology.........In another dream all I remember is the Stargate SG1 leader [....] His face replaces the face of my mom'sex boyfriend Abe. So now he is like my step dad. He tells me about his service in war and tells me about a special book that helped him through it. I then see the book on top of a flat table full of books. Its like I am in his library now. I see a large, massive,old, thick book in front of me. I start looking through all the amazing photos inside. They appear to be codes, mixed in with backdrops of outer space..This book will appear again in the next dream I write here............In another dream my good friend Wes, also my brother's best friend wants to show me an important book. He appears to be angry at me,or frustrated with me. In the dream he has been attending University. He feels that this book will help me. We enter a large, dome like rotunda. Very old, large books on tall book shelves. Books piled up to the waist all around us. Wes takes me to a old table in the middle of the room,. He shows me a large, massive thick book. It looks very ancient. It is about two feet long, and a foot thick. The book is filled with brilliant, 3D like photos of whales, dolphins, and other undersea creatures. I am impressed but not excited enough to impress Wes............In another dream I watch my brother build a large basement store. He stocks all these shelves with numerous DVD sets, and massive fantasy books that he did steal in real life. He shows me a multi-level glass shelf full of Chinese ornaments that he also stold. My deceased brother was very proud of his massive collection............ In another dream me, Dave my brother, Wes, and D. Daniels were all outside watching the stars. We were standing on a high plateau like balcony, at least three stories high. The sky suddenly becomes full of UFO'S, or bright dancing lights. We are all amazed. D. Daniels is the first person to be sucked by a beam of white light. He is later beamed back and tells us of horrible experiments on him. Then Wes is taken, same thing, he comers back and speaks of horrible experiments. Then my brother is taken, he returns saying the sane thing. They all start running away, telling me to run. But I tell I am not afraid of them, that I enjoy being abducted, and I find them to be friendly.............Finally, last night I dreamt I was approaching the Broadway Bridge in downtown Saskatoon, approaching from downtown. I saw an old lady who was very mean. I warned her against being so mean, and unfriendly. At this point, somehow I take on the persona of a wizard. I start walking up the bridge, and the bridge transforms into another world. Everything transpires on the bridge and I can feel that the bridge is only a step away in another dimension from me. It was still somehow the foundation of the house I was now in. So now I was in a large, long house of a wizard. I saw witchcraft like items everywhere. In the dream I kept phasing in and out of the wizard. I would be the wizard, then later I would be watching him from the outside. The wizard looked like the classical fantasy persona. I only remember certain parts of the dream. The wizard lives on the bridge in another dimension. That was a major feeling of the dream. People would walk along the bridge and right through the house not knowing me,or the house, or wizard were there. Sometimes a person would know, and one Chinese man did stop and ask me for medicine for a headache. I went to my kitchen, opened up a cabinet and gave the man a pack of pills. Then I was watching the wizard create art pictures with some kind of clay, and metal fillings, or a paste of metallic substances, some silver, some bronze. Then I was the wizard drawing out the paintings on large painting canvas. The canvas was five or six feet, by five or six feet. Or I would be watching the wizard make these paintings. The paintings would suddenly be bound in a two foot wide frames that were inspected by some man sitting close to the wizard.
The dream is lenghty because I wrote it all down right when I woke up. This intense , lengthy, vivid dream is about walking up warehouse like stacked piles of Ouija Boards, and Divination Oracles of every kind. Which is very odd since I do not favour the use of Ouija Boards. After having this dream I will need to go to a store that sells them, and make my amends. Ha. I was going to record this dream early this afternoon but Facebook and other Social Media platforms were all down for most of the day. In retrospect of the dream I think I may have made direct communication with hundreds of Ouija Boards, and Oracles of various kinds. Work up today at about noon. I felt really groggy for hours later, as if I had been in a deep trance. It seemed to take forever to wake up out of the fog. My body was screaming for me to go back to bed. Haven't had that intense of a feeling in quit a while. I think it speaks to the intensity and depth of the dream I had. So I went to the Thien Vietnamese restaurant and wrote the dream on paper so I wouldn't forget it. The dream starts off with me working at the Coop Grocery Store on 8th Street, a real place were I once worked. I was packing large quantities of food and groceries. I had to work alone and it was getting very busy. I then had to go outside and gather carts and bring them back into the building. Somehow I got into a car, and went for a car ride.The car was a cab. At some point I asked the driver if I had to pay for the ride. It was night, we were on the outskirts of the city. When the driver realized I couldn't pay I had to get out and walk home. At some point I realize that I am completely naked. It is daytime now. I run around the streets and back allies nude, trying to hide from being seen. I find a cardboard box and place it over myself. I look to see the downtown skyscrapers far off in the distance. I see a path leading through a thick forest of trees that leads to the city center. I run down the path naked, covering myself with the box. I must have been running fast because suddenly I was inside a building. It was a large store filled with light. Everything is white, like department store. But it was like a hoarder's paradise. There was several clear paths to walk on, but I was surrounded by stockpiles, like mountains of stuff. White tile floors. I saw stock piles of sex products for sale. That's what I was told they were, but I don't recall identifying anything in particular. People are telling me things about the products, some vices were female,some were male as I began climbing on top of the piles. I kept climbing higher and higher. Quickly the small hills of stuff became Ouija Boards. I heard voices talking to me,instructing me with each new Board that I seemed to step into. I felt like I was stepping into them, as I now felt I was in the old books store chain of stores called Tramps. Tramps was the first used books stores to sell occult books in Saskatoon where I live. I could feel the presence of the original owners of Tramps. It was a nostalgic like feeling. As I walked upward each Board gave me instructions to ignore a certain unique aspect about its design. I would ignore the warning and look to see the various different designs. Some had three dimensional wood carved , horned gods. Also images on the boards of goddesses with long, dark hair, dressed in black dresses. Then the Boards became more complex. They were now oblong boxes. They were still talking to me,one after another, as I looked into what I was stepping on,or into. I saw the Boards with thin, little, clear bottles carved into them. I saw the bottles were filled with herbs, and liquids. I saw Ouija Boards turned into magic kits, having what are called Sigils, and magic Seal medallions. Voices from the boards were telling what was inside their kits. After what felt like hundreds of Ouija Board boxes, after what seemed like forever, I reached a plateau or ceiling. I now found myself standing in a darkly lite house. It was night. I was fully clothed now. I instinctively felt like I was in the house where all the owners and managers of the Tramps stores lived. They were all sleeping. I heard someone snoring. It was coming from the bathroom. I opened the door and looked inside. A man was sleeping in the tub. Pit Bull looking dogs were awake, sitting up in attention. One saw me but they made no noise, and remained where they were. I see several doors that I don't open in the hallways. One door, which I feel is the cellar door, I open it. I see a black emptiness, not even any stairs. I sit down on the edge of the doorway and dangle my feet into the empty void. Some voice tells me there are stairs but I have to imagine them. That doesn't seem to work . I get up and walk into another room with an open door. I instinctive feel it is filled with Rosicrucian paraphernalia. I see a small blue candle on the shelf of a wall. Next to it is small vile of water. I took the candle, lit the candle and took the holy water. I went back to the dark basement door. I sprinkled the water on myself, and then sprinkled the darkness of the basement. Then I placed the candle in the darkness and it slowly floated on invisible waves, descending downward a few feet until a basement floor was seen. It was a dirt floor. I saw numerous,moving,living and conscious clusters of vines moving around. I feel like I have to leave. So to protect my find I willingly set it all on fire with my mind, I hear and see explosions as I close the door. I feel I did this to prevent anyone from following me, or finding this place. I close the door and wake up.
""The Holy Stone fell from Heaven as a sacrifice to you. It is a Tear of God. It holds the Word of God. It is there in Mecca, called Kaaba,it is to guide you back home. Who are 'We', the plural of the testaments of the Prophet Muhammad, Blessed Peace Be upon Him. ? We are the Ones who lifted the Prophet into Heaven. From the Holy Rock of the Dome, He was lifted upon Our wings. Just as you shall be lifted into Heaven by the Word of the Stone that is called Kaaba. WE are the Elohim. We are those who praise God. EL, who praise O'Him. What great turmoils you have brought upon yourselves. What books in your name have you added to the Word of God. These additions you yourselves created out of your own ego have brought upon you curses. Turmoil after turmoil veils across your nations like the plagues of Egypt. Who has placed words in the month of God? And having placed your words in front of God, you had hopped for peace? Tell Us, do you have peace in your nations? No? Then let Us share a vision brought to this man. He read the sura v.5. of the 9th sura and saw the deeper message. Behold, and take wisdom, the Jihad is with yourselves. The holy Prophet Muhammad dictated the words "Then, when the sacred months have passed, slay the idolaters whenever ye find them, and take them [ captive ] and besiege them, and prepare for them each ambush. But if they repeat and established worship and pay the poor-due, then leave their way free. Lo. ah is Forgiving, Merciful."...To whom do you think we were taking too? Did you not read further and see where We revealed to whom We were speaking too? Or did your ego place in your hearts words before God? We tell you that hatred, envy, spit, jealousy, fear, these sins against God shall separate you from Heaven. Heaven will not except thorns of the Heart. Read further, and here We will show you now as to whom We were speaking to, when We spoke these words to the holy Prophet Muhammad, Blessed Peace Be Upon Him. Read carefully....'How should the idolaters have covenant with God and His Messenger? excepting those with whom you made covenant at the Holy Mosque." It is to you, the Faithful to Allah, the Faithful to the Prophet Muhammad, Blessed Peace Be Upon Him, to whom We speak. The Jihad is within you. The holy war, the idolaters are the passions of sin that dwell within yourselves. It is yourself that you must master before God, and the Word of God that is the Tear Kaaba. It is the infidels who invade your Heart, your mind, and body, they are the enemy We have always spoken of. For think deeply with Us, how can hatred, and fear recede in Heaven? Allah does not want your hatred, nor your fear, nor your sins of passion. Finally, lay siege to your own passions of sin, and cast out those demons. That is your war, that is your Jihad.""