A Man Sitting Near My Bed

Once upon a time, in one of my recent lucid dreams, I saw a very large mansion, the types Rajas and Ranis of Indo-Pak subcontinent used to have. Some of my family members and I were occupying that place. I did not feel too much interest in this place so I did not observe well—also I was stressed when I fell asleep. One woman from my family was holding her baby and standing and talking to someone in a rather spacious corridor. I was tired and resting on a large bed. A man who resembled a famous American poet sat on the floor near my bed. His face was facing me; and, he was slowly stating some mysterious and endearing words. I could hear him say something in Urdu although I know that the poet whom this dream character resembled does not know this language. His voice was very soothing; and, I started feeling relaxed after listening to him although I could not fully understand what he was trying to say. This handsome dream character seemed very concerned about me; and, it was evident that he wanted me to heal fast. At some point, his face started vanishing because I was too tired to maintain the dream scene. But then I thought that I did not want him to disappear. As soon as I thought this, his face appeared again. I listened to his animated chat and smiled. I felt lost in this trance where I tried to interpret his words and realized the beautiful meaning of this kind gesture. I woke up feeling rejuvenated after this encounter.

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Am I Like An Exorcist?

Ever since I was a child, I have always felt that spirits are a very common part of this world. My mom once told me about how one of our ancestors fought evil spirits that haunted a jungle by using meat and hammer. I was very surprised when I learned about the entire story and how he was not afraid at all.

Reality is that spirits haunt me during the day and while I am asleep. Just a couple of days, just before my relatives visited me, I saw some spirits standing in the kitchen. Some moments later, I heard a knock on the door. Today, I was eating some food inside the kitchen when I saw a white colored spirit standing near the entrance. I still remember that I turned my head and saw it standing there; and, I clearly felt that one of my relatives was standing there. Moments later, my relative actually came to the kitchen; but, he was wearing blue and not white. Some months ago, inside the same place, I was washing the dishes when I saw something really large and black standing behind me. It felt like a female; and, when I almost got scared, I got a distinct feeling that it was not trying to scare me. This place where we currently live is spacious, which is another reason it is attracting real spirits. Over time, I have learned to say hello to these spirits; and, I have fully realized that they are not harmful in nature.

Some Spirits That I Have Seen During The Day

Ottawa Is Haunted

Feeling A Little Frightened

Spirit Attachment

Something Watches Over Her

Some Spirits That I Have Met Through Dreams

Use of Lucid Dreams and Automatic Writings to Connect With Spirits/Ghosts

A Surprising Dream: I Don’t Know What To Say

Scanner Spirits

Did I Meet Carl Jung?

Lucid Dream: The Three Skeletons and The Airport

Guardian Spirits Meet Me During Day and Night

Should Pakistan Be Allowed To Harass Peace Activists?

My Psychic Images of CJ Werleman

Demons and Seals of King Solomon and the World of Lucid Dreaming

King Solomon’s Jinn “Marbas” Visits Again

About my Upcoming Novel “Koh Kaaf”

This is how I have been left wondering if it would make more sense for me to take some training as an exorcist. I have this control over spirits. I once had a dream as a child where I managed to communicate and frighten an evil spirit whom I named “Bagarbilla”; and, one of my ancestors is definitely a very strong exorcist. I seriously wonder what will happen if I chose to become an exorcist!

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I Received Signals From My Aunt’s Cat Before She Died

Some years ago, I met Kajol, a very large black cat, while I was visiting my aunt in America. Kajol was known to be closed towards contact with strangers and sometimes even the family members; and, I even heard that some people found him very domineering and somewhat scary. When I saw him for the first time, I felt very attracted to this cat’s personality and connected with him immediately. I fell head over heels in love with him the very first time I saw him—I get the same feelings towards certain humans. This ability is related to the fact that I have better metacognition due to lucid dreaming.

Since I fell in love with Kajol, I gave it my best shot to get him to like me. I tailed him when he would be playing alone; I rested near the tables when he would hide under them; I sat next to him and bugged him a lot when he would rest on the sofa; and, I learned how to feed him. At first, he did not want me to touch him; later, he started to enjoy my touch and even started playing games with me where he would try to bite or scratch my hand. Kajol’s eyes were very dark and these felt very stunning every time I would look at them.

Before leaving, I had an urge to find Kajol again. A voice daunted me asking me to just get going since it is getting late. But, my need overcame me! So I ran around in the house and looked for Kajol. Eventually, I found this beauty! He was hiding behind the curtain, inside the main bedroom. I lifted the curtain and had a glimpse of his back. He was still healthy although I felt that he was very tired. Suddenly, fear crept over me. I felt that he was not really that healthy and that he was struggling somehow. This did not usually show because his face was very animated most of the times. He was very well-kept and was very loved by my relatives and family members. This is another reason why he used to be so full of life. But, right now, I was looking at him while standing behind him. I bent and petted Kajol on his back and addressed him, “Kajol, love, I am going home now. I will see you next time. I love you!” Kajol turned around and looked at me and then continued to ignore me. He was a very spoiled cat! I smiled heartily at this arrogant gesture since I felt teased. Even as we engaged, I strongly felt that something was wrong and that Kajol was actually not as well as he pretended to be.

I still remember that my cousin called us to inform us that Kajol is not with us anymore. The visit described above was the last visit before Kajol died due to bad health. I was so traumatized that I almost removed the memory of this call from my mind. I tried forgetting; but, today I remembered Kajol again. After immersing myself in Kajol’s thoughts for some while, I decided to share these lovely memories online.

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Lucid Dreamers Create Legacies

Lucid Dreamers are born to create legacies. Today I  had a supersonic dream that I am saving for my workshop—it is not a romantic dream. I am not going to share this on the web because I am saving it for my workshops and books; however, I can show you something that is inferior to this dream in quality and concept although watching this clip should help you envision a small portion of my mega dream.

See this clip from Twilight; here Edward takes Bella on a ride through the wind.

Here is a lesson that I have learned from this dream. I can have real fun by studying pictures that are associated with someone else as long as I have learned to trust that person. In this dream, I used an idea that I actually learned by looking at some pictures of a Human Rights activist I came across online. And, it worked out really well! Just adding an idea that is described in a picture into the dream can create something very novel and exciting. Exquisite!

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Looking For Co-Hosts/Speakers

I am planning to run workshops or speaking sessions with the help of other gifted individuals including Lucid Dreamers. I am looking for co-hosts/speakers who are from Ottawa, Ontario. I will be focusing on “Lucid Dreams“. Kindly connect with me at dotswritingdojo@gmail.com.

Message To All My Followers and Supporters: Thanks for all your support! I feel that you have played a significant role in ensuring my proper development.

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Message From Burned Girls From Somewhere In Asia

I started my lucid dreaming project as a response to the threats that were being issued to the Muslims since 9/11. At the beginning, I was just an inexperienced dreamer who was trying to sort things. During these early days of lucidity, I had this particular dream. I hid it inside my head because I did not knew what it actually meant. A while ago, I realized that I had a burning desire to learn Social Justice and Human Rights, which is the reason I had more relevant dreams including some historic ones. Well! now that my mind has cleared, I will share with you this particular dream of mine. Mind you! One reason I hid this inside my mind is that it was too horrific to share.

There was a house or a school of some sort somewhere in Asia. It was only for younger girls and women. These girls and women studied and slept there. It was their sanctuary! One night they went to sleep just like they usually do. And, then someone started a fire and the girls burned. I was there, just watching everything as it took place. The people who started the fire meant it! Nobody helped these ladies as they screamed and burned and burned alone and right in front of me. Slowly the smoke built inside the entire building; and, I could hardly see them although I was fully aware of how their skin was burning fast and how scared they really were. Due to this sight, something inside my mind almost died as well. Then the door of the building just opened; and, I could see my younger brother standing at the door. I heard his voice, “By the time I got there, they were all burned. I am sorry I couldn’t help them in time.” I woke up after hearing this!

So you see why I tried hiding this dream. I panicked; I got frightened; I shook with fear for a very long time; I got discouraged; I got numb; and, I experienced all of this because some of my dream characters had died. All of these are real feelings! I feel things whenever my dream characters get injured. My dreams sometimes come true and other times they indicate larger concepts by combining things that won’t come true or displaying things in an abstract manner.

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A Surprising Dream: I Don’t Know What To Say

I had a very intriguing dream today. Actually, I had small snippets of dreams; this is how I write and think sometimes because doing so generates more content.

In the first dream snippet, I saw a beautiful Indian actress who used to be very wealthy and had all the things that one could ever desire.  Then her entire mansion got flooded. Then the mainstream media opened a story about her for some reason. I could now see things from a computer screen. The woman was wearing white and she was moving on her hands and knees. She was actually acting really freaky like Medusa. She would move forward and backward all bent like this; she would raise and move her legs like a snake moves; and, she was no longer fully human. I thought that this is because her place got flooded when she was younger and she had to learn how to grow and develop from snakes that now lived inside the mansion as well. Maybe, that is how the upcoming rich generation is going to exist. Everything around us is destabilizing due to global warming and floods. Looks like I had a nightmare, which is a signal of increased creativity!

Now then, the dream scene just shifted rather gently and swiftly. I was with an world-renowned American Human Rights Advocate. I was sitting next to him and holding one of his hands. We were in a room where there was also a study table. I was saying something to him and he was listening to me. I felt I was somehow taking care of him. Up close, it was easy to see that he was a very sensitive and gentle soul. Then I decided to just leave and he opened and closed the door for me. Then he looked at me through the closed door and smiled; somehow, I heard his voice asking me to visit again sometimes. I think this dream signals that I have found one of my spirit guides because I somehow felt close to this person. Spirit guides offer several benefits like teach the dreamer how to write through dreams; share interesting things like a ride in a bus or train; protect dreamer’s friends if they are in danger; and, offer comfort when the dreamer requires it and given that the spirit guide has consented to do this task.

Browse through the “Can your dreams Hurt You In Real Life?” post that was posted in the “Above Top Secret” forum; and, you will be very surprised to find out that some people have reported injuries that they had after dreaming. Actually, I do not know if this can be done because I have never done this; but, now I know that other people are reporting injuries. The article “Dream a Bigger Dream: How We Truly Create Our Reality“, which is written by Ashmi Pathela and is published on Thrive Global, clearly states that more than 90% of the matter is empty space; everything including thoughts are types of energies; and, consciousness of the observer influences how energy particles move, interact, and exist. Therefore, it is easy to envision that dreams can alter the reality. This means that the concepts or thoughts that are exchanged during dreams can alter what is happening in the physical dimension. This is why some of my prayers work really well; and, this is why I can help some bullies or needy people heal.

I must comment that my lucid dreaming experience is a bit as follows: Around two days ago, I cleaned some chickpeas and added spices to them so that I may eat them raw. I did not get to finish all of these so I left some of these in the fridge. Then I forgot about them. After two or maybe three days, I found the chickpeas again. But the spices and the cold temperature of the fridge had acted on the chickpeas and sucked most of the water from it. The chickpeas were now more fun to chew and my mouth started feeling a bit hot after I was done. I did not knew that this can be done to chickpeas. Lucid dreaming feels like this!

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Lesson Learned From Smoking A Cigarette

I have smoked only one cigarette in my entire life. I was a teenager back then so I just needed to fit in somehow. My father had bought some high quality cigarettes for one of my uncles although my father dislikes smoking. I was just rummaging through the closets when I found the shiny box of cigarettes. I was shocked at how pretty it looked so I desperately wanted to open it. The box reminded me of candy boxes! But I dared not open it on my own. Thus I took it to my older brother who listened to me and then opened the pack. Then he lit two cigarettes, one for me and one for himself. I smiled at him because I knew it was his first time smoking as well. He took a puff and I felt encouraged to take a puff too. Soon chaos happened! My throat became too dry; I could not breathe properly; I started coughing; and, some nose goo started flowing out of my nose. But I wanted to do this because I needed to show off to my older brother. So I smoked another puff; this time I felt like crying. Soon rational part of my teenager brain kicked in. I told my brother that maybe we should stop because we are injuring ourselves. I knew that cigarette pack looked too shiny and tempting. So next I got way scared, ran outside, and told my parents that I gave the box to my brother and that we have been smoking together. Soon dad came and took the box away. He was angry at us for opening it without permission.

Lesson Learned: Smoking is injurious to health.

Lesson Not Learned: How and why is everyone else doing this?

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South Asian Women Face Ongoing Harsh Abuse In Canada

I have stated in my blog that I have experienced abuse from members of the Pakistani and Muslim Canadian community as well as the Canadian community. Once this Pakistani-Canadian man questioned me why so many people are willing to target me. I looked right at him and realized that the Pakistani-Canadian men and most Canadian men don’t realize what we women are going through—I removed him from my network since his statements confirmed my existing suspicions.

Read the article “The Intersectional Oppressions of South Asian Immigrant Women and Vulnerability in Relation to Domestic Violence: A Case Study“, which is written by Dr. Ferzana Chaze and Archana Medhekar and published by the Ontario Bar Association.

The literature informs us that immigrant South Asian women can experience multiple oppressions both from within the South Asian community as well as on account of being a racialized minority group in Canada. Source: “The Intersectional Oppressions of South Asian Immigrant Women and Vulnerability in Relation to Domestic Violence: A Case Study“.

Read the article “What Are Immigrants’ Experiences Of Discrimination In The Workplace?“, which is published by The Toronto Immigrant Employment Data Initiative. 

For visible minority immigrants, fluency in English or French increases reports of discrimination in the workplace. Source: “What Are Immigrants’ Experiences Of Discrimination In The Workplace?

Read “Douglas Todd: Female foreign students endure harassment, exploitation“, which is written by Douglas Todd and published on Vancouver Star.

The young women are frightened, especially when exploitative employers in the underground economy threaten to report them to immigration officials. Source: “Douglas Todd: Female foreign students endure harassment, exploitation“.

Here are some of my blog posts that discuss abuse of Canadian women including South Asian women like me:

How An Ottawa-Based Quran Teacher Emotionally Abused Me

Why I Believe Some Or Perhaps Most Pakistani Households Dismiss The Females

Do You Feel You Are Being Isolated From A Group?

How Some Canadian Muslim Men Are Abusing Some Of The Canadian Muslim Women

Some Colored Women Are Told A Lie That Appearing “Reasonable” or “Great” Should Get Them Jobs In Canada

Canada Is One Of The Worst Countries For Women

Discussing Personal Issues While Eating Shows Real Concern

Why Some Abused Canadian Employees Do Not File A Report

Some Of My Brutal Mental Images of Men

Should Women Be Teaching The Bad Guys In The Light of #MeToo Campaign?

Documentary “Fatal Silence” Reveals The Realities of Domestic Abuse Faced By Muslim Women

Contorting Information Inside Canadian Workplaces

Be Aware of Some Imams or Muslim Men Who Are Trying to Handle #MeToo Discussions

Forced Marriages And Rape Are Common in Canada

Muslim Women, Be Wary of Family Members Who Keep Quiet When You Are Injured

Narcissists Like It When Victims Cave In

Some Canadian Muslim Matchmakers Are Very Lame

Some Canadian Muslim Men Are Abusing Muslim Women

2 out of 3 Canadians: Lack of Sexual Consent, Pornography, and Sex Trafficking

How Some Professional Men Are Literally Throwing Some Canadian Women Out of Their Homes

Capitalizing on Muslim Marriage Crisis

“What’s Next?” Does Not Work in Canada

Canada’s Double Glass Ceiling: Where Should Canadian Women Go?

About Canadian Workplaces: I Was Telling You The Truth!

Bollywood vs Hollywood

And, there are more blog posts…

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