How Abusers Lie?

Abusers lie to you in a very fishy manner so that other people may not find out what its about. I had lots of abusers in my life and I am still trying my best to stabilize my condition. Here is something you might hear from an abuser:

Why are you blowing the horn right away about the possibility of your success? You don’t have an offer by a sponsor yet? Why be so happy about your first couple of tries?

The people who are watching this abuse and perhaps even enjoying it don’t understand what exactly is going on because they aren’t smart enough or educated enough. They don’t know that my behaviour is motivated by phrase “Believe that you have already succeeded before you even begin the task”. (Source: “How to be Successful at Sponsorship Sales” by Sylvia Allen.) Here is a screenshot from Chapter 53.


So this is how the abusers are twisting critical images that are already inside the minds of the victims. They do this on purpose so that the victims may not realize how to succeed in their lives.

How scamming does this all sound to you? I must tell you that even I started believing my abusers for a little bit but then my mind didn’t conform fully to this tactic. So I did some readings and found out that they were lying to me.

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Earthlings that are like Kryptonians

Note: Lucid Dreamers are like SuperMan and SuperWoman. I have flown several times during my lucid dreams and it will take me lots of time to fully describe everything that I have experienced. Here is just one of my dreams. I originally posted it on my older blog “Writer’s Dojo” as “The Jinn Gang”.

This is one of my lucid dreams. I am just describing a small portion of my dream. It is a very long dream and I don’t wish to type everything. These things fly really fast. I felt I was being zapped like The Flash. I think that I accessed the Black Light that is characterized by other Lucid Dreamers, among other things, by a visual of being carried or guided by black winds. Perhaps, the Jinn also participate in some lucid dreams and thus in the process of unraveling the unconsciousness.

The black mass flew over the buildings with stealthily speed. They were many in numbers and the woman could see them. They were also fully aware of her presence. But, they liked her presence so they allowed her to be part of their gang. The black mass was enormous, long, and ever-molding; dark and tightening as the deepest depths of ocean; fast as sound or lightning; fierce as the deadliest inhabitants of the jungle; and deceptive, quiet, and expressed as the darkened forest. Black mass camouflaged them from everyone as they rested in mid-air, above shops, and further strategized their movements. They were many in numbers and were fearsome yet playful. During this encounter, her fear quickly changed into trust as she flew and twirled with the jinn gang. They silently watched over her while she purchased a soap from a small shop. As she came out of the shop, they circled her and lifted her protectively. Then they all flew together again as the woman enjoyed this new comradeship. “They will drop me back home safely,” she told herself as she experienced this rather fast, dark, and inexplicable dash through the sky.

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Link Between Music of Lucid Dreams and Telepathy

I hear music that comes from human bodies. That’s why my friends describe me as “grander than others”. I think they end up seeing their faces and minds inside my mind and this removes stress from them. During sleep, I can use the same music to activate lucid dreams although using music of person A might lead to dreams of person B. I just read about how to create music in lucid dreams; and, I realized that I can enhance my soul’s music by using lucid music. However, I am wondering what will happen if I ended up enhancing my mind this way? I mean my current state feels like “torture” to others and myself. Everyone else tells me this and I can “feel” what they mean.

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Lucid Dreamers are Historic Entities

Do you find it queer that I, an ENFP, am documenting Canada’s Dystopia after and before 9/11 and that Anne Frank, an ENFP, documented the Nazis. You will see the results in my second novel “She: The Mirror”.

Further Readings

    1. Racism in Canada, Issues in Canada
    2. Opinion: Indigenous peoples in Canada exist in ‘dystopian present’
    3. Restorying Canada: Margaret Atwood, Leah Kostamo on the yin and yang of utopia and dystopia
    4. How the Police Generate False Confessions: An Inside Look at the Interrogation Room

“She: The Mirror” will be published some years after the publication of my first book, “Intertwined”.

Oh! I even look a little like Anne Frank (see her picture). Here is one of my pics from teenage years.

Odd right!



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My First Book, “Intertwined”

I have finished the first draft of “Intertwined”, which will have my poetry, prose, lucid dreams, and pictures based on my dreams. It took me longer to finish this book because I had to induce lucid dreams over more than a year to slowly collect all the dreams and images. Then, I had to go on a hunt for an editor and drawing artists. All of this is done now. Soon, I will being the challenging task of interviewing artists and editing my book before its sent to my Senior Editor.

Some samples of my poems are available here.

I have not shared all the usual prose (written while awake) on my blog because it is focused on “Women Abuse” as it takes place inside Canada. I need this to be a surprise!

Only some of my lucid dreams are online and a much larger number of these exotic and unique dreams will be published in this book.


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Many Rapists Are Hiding in Ottawa

Ottawa is a small place and maybe that is why I had around 3 dreams of some rapists abusing me or perhaps some other women─it is difficult for me to realize if it was someone else because the women felt very familiar to me. I am not going to narrate all of these dreams but I will share the one that just took place tonight on June 06, 2018 around 9:00 pm.

A family had arrived to the mall and some of the younger members of the family had decided to stroll away from their parents and navigate the mall. This was a big mall and there was another set of stairs that led to a large shop where a friendly man was standing at the Reception Window. He asked them to come inside because the shop wasn’t closed yet. One of the girls went inside with his brothers and asked the older woman to come inside as well. They went over some clothing and were told that each piece is like worth only $2.00. The younger woman quickly grabbed a dress, paid, and ran outside with her brothers. The older woman slowly looked over the dresses as she was having trouble deciding. All of a sudden, the lights were turned off. She turned around and noticed a large figure looming over her. First she looked away thinking that she is mistaken and the lights will soon turn on again. Then, she looked at the figure again and felt him attempting to grab her. She thought quickly about fighting back.

I got scared and woke up. I quickly thought about what I just saw and slowly came to terms with myself that I have been getting rape dreams ever since I moved to Ottawa. I did some research online and found out that sexual assault is on the rise in Ottawa. I trust my visions because I get a lot of precognitive dreams─feel free to review them under the “Lucid Dreams” category. Kindly be vigilant about any reports because I know women really well and thus I know that rape reports are rarely false─I mean who wants to talk about strange men making moves on their bodies and minds while they are crying for help?

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Sickness of the Gifted

Note: No matter how queer this sounds, none of this is fabricated.

I was laying on my bed reading something when I started feeling severe pain in my heart and head. All of a sudden, I had trouble breathing. First, I tried to ignore this because I did not knew why I was feeling like this. I went to my laptop and tried to distract myself through writing and studying. But, the pain continued so I felt unsettled and walked towards my parents’ room. Soon my mom spoke to me and told me that dad was not feeling so well. I have felt similar types of pain when one of my uncles, one of my grandmas, and one of my aunt died due to natural causesI feel similar things when it comes to close friends. For example, In my uncle’s case, I was bathing in the washroom when I heard a really odd sound and then I felt pain of some sort. Some months after my uncle died from a stroke. He was still in Pakistan and I experienced all of this from Canada.

Today is June 03, 2018 and my dad is not so well again. He had bad health and we were helping him recover; but, its back again and I feel that I am suffering immensely as well.


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Same/Similar Food Urges

I get food urges when my siblings get them, especially when my brothers get them. I get this experience a lot when it comes to my two younger brothers. For instance, today I bought Sushi Family Pack after running around in the mall for a bit. When I got home, I ate a bit of it. Later in the evening, my younger brother surprised by suddenly visiting us along with his family–I had no idea whatsoever that he was coming. I looked at his face and then I realized why I got this strong urge to eat Sushi today. The fact is that he loves Sushi and he always eats seafood with his family. This is an indication of scent-based telepathy, I think.


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Drawing Feels Natural

I miss my grandmother who died a long while ago so I drew this old woman. Funny! I couldn’t drew her face long but ended up making it a bit round like my grandma’s.

I love how drawing things relaxes and focuses me; and, I love how drawing has always felt natural to me. I have not been trained in the classroom in this art except for when I was in high school. I belonged to a Pakistani high school, which was run in a small city named Sheikhupura, so obviously we had to learn without much help—I studied in National Model High School. I only had a sketch pad, some pencils, a sharpener, an eraser, and some color pencils. My teachers taught me how to draw fruits, vegetables, flowers, and ducks. I even won an award for drawing and coloring ducks. The easiest competition that I had was a genius who knew all the Sciences and Humanities but he could draw only pea-sized photographs. 🙂 Hehehehe! I was around 15 years old when I left my high school and joined a Women’s Only College that was also very strict about Sciences—I feel like crying. We had music and dance events though as well as bazaars, which was helpful. I came to Canada in 1997 but I never ended up saving enough for Arts classes.

But, it still worked out fabulously for me. I wonder how my drawings would become after I have trained myself with the help of some real artists!


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