Paheli means puzzle! Every played a paheli with God? I have! God gave me a friend, a White Canadian woman, who gradually became my close friend. I was so close to her that I started referring to her as my twin—I am a Brown woman who has a White twin. There were even times when we experienced telepathy like wearing same colored clothes or feeling tired at the same time.
As I grew older, I battled with myself. I found out that there were times when I would feel attracted towards a guy and wouldn’t quite understand why I was feeling this way. There were times when I would feel attracted to multiple men and wouldn’t react in any way because I didn’t had the rest of the clues about this process. Some years passed as I realized this mental state of mine and struggled to understand what was going on by reading articles and allowing time to pass without deciding on anyone. Then one day, my White friend told me a complaint that a senior person once made to her. What she said made me read further!
I read around 5 magazines about seniors; then I rested; and, then I read another relevant article. This one was called “Still Got It” by Gail Gallant; this was published in the Reader’s Digest, Oct 2020. According to this article, attraction is a very subjective experience. So what one feels when one finds oneself drawn towards someone is a very personal encounter; and, we all know that desirability is defined not just by looks but a whole lot of others things like eloquence, knowledge, and manners. The article further tackles the notion of “Age Shaming” that happens because we have been taught to love youth and associated things like ability to exercise and not having wrinkles; the author asserts that it is possible to fall in love and have sex even after age 60. Furthermore, the article shares that one’s attraction changes over time since it is related to how one feels; this explains how people can fall in and out of love multiple times. Lastly, the article teaches that one’s shared practical knowledge, observations, encounters, and memories determine who one chooses to mate with.
So did you see how God provided me the answers slowly so that I may get ready and put things in right context. Of course! I have learned a lot by reading about seniors and listening to my twin sister. I feel more in control of my life now! I feel that in time I will be able to find a good husband for myself.
Is Canada safe for women? I have asked this question a couple of times on my blog; and, I am asking this question again. I just read USNews’s article “Best Countries for Women“; Canada is listed there as #5. I think that this ranking only shows that relevant data remains hidden in Canada. My experience as a colored Canadian woman has taught me that a lot of Canadians abuse (including victim blaming, gaslighting, and intimidation) women especially colored women. This happens in academic organizations and workplaces.
Lisa Neve was labelled one of the most dangerous women in Canada. After being silenced for so many years, she decided to speak to the media. Read article “After decades of silence, Canada’s one-time most dangerous woman slams justice system” to learn her entire story. I am sure that she is not alone and that there are many more such female victims. According to Canadian Women’s Foundation’s article “The Facts about Gender-Based Violence“, 67% of the Canadians know a woman who has gone through sexual or physical abuse. Yeah! My experience tells me that this number includes White women as well. So why is Canada ranked #5 in the article “Best Countries for Women“? Is it because other countries also offer lots of abuse to women? Or Is it because this article offers mere propaganda?
Quite frankly, I have no clue what’s going on! But, I have lived in Canada for around 20 years; and, I find the Canadian workplaces to be extremely toxic. Trust me! Canada is a type of country you must stay away from especially if you are a colored woman.
The room I lived in when I was a kid and then a teenager had a window that interested me a lot. It was always closed because I lived in the upper floor and because it opened towards the market. But, the closed window did not stop me from having fun. There was time to study; there was time to play games with friends and siblings; there was time for movies and cassette players; and, there was time to stare out of this particular window. I used to climb on the headboard of my bed to get to the upper part of this window because the lower part was blocked with bricks that were part of another building. I loved this activity!
From here, I could see the outside world. I was born in a well-to-do family; but, the lives of others especially the poor attracted me a lot for some reason. I really wanted to learn everything about the rest; I used to get so electrified when I would meet people. So, checking out the marketplace was one of the most exciting things I ever did! From this window, I could see the people who were selling street foods; the Tonga driver who used to clean his horse; rest of the market; a street; and, the neighbors’ roofs where their children played. I used to spend so much time watching the Tonga driver clean and feed his horse—the best part was when he would take care of horse’s hooves and shoes. I was so much in love with horses so this sight was a splendid treat for me. Sometimes, I used to eat ice creams, sweets, or chocolates while standing on my bed’s headboard and looking at this gripping scene.
Sometimes, I used to talk to the Tonga driver inside my head. I used to hear a voice every time I used to talk—it was kind of vague inside my head because I was too tuned into watching things instead of listening to myself. Now, after experimenting with my Telepathic abilities, I have realized that that was the voice of the Tonga driver. So today, I had a very interesting dream.
In this lucid dream, I was back to this window. And, I did something that I have always wanted to do. The window was just open now. And, I was hanging out from this window; half of my waist was now outside and half was inside. I was mostly sensing the air around me. I didn’t get to see the market; but, I did manage to feel how fresh everything around me felt. Perhaps, I was humming something. I am not so sure! But, I was in a great mood.
Before I had this dream and a couple of more interesting ones, I had a lucid dream about a very handsome and nice male dream character who is based on one of my inspirations. He talked in an animated manner. He was from a small village; perhaps, he was visiting. He even prayed in my dream along with a group of men. Then my man made sure to finish all his engagements so that he may get back home to me in time. He even had an argument with a man who actually got into our house to quarrel with him during the time he had saved for us. I told him to kick this man out; and, I almost felt him kicking. Immediately, I got scared of the possibility of him throwing this man out because he (my guy) was pretty athletic. I felt he was just going to use one of his legs to throw him out! He didn’t kick him though; instead he just talked to him and calmed him. After this conversation, the angry man left in a happy mood. I was very excited when I saw my date. He chatted a lot while I rested in his arms. He laughed and loved me while talking. We were husband and wife in this dream. I did not had intercourse; but, we exchanged a lot of energy so it felt like intercourse. I think the fact that I have never been in a real physical relationship is playing a role in creating a dream with no real intercourse. Read article “Lucid Dream Intercourse: The Technique That Really Works, Feels Great, and Lasts Longest“. Saying this, I must comment that I do receive lucid dreams where I am having real intercourse. And I believe that some of these dreams are actually about my real husband. I am still unwed; and, I had these dreams while resting alone in my room.
Keeping your mood uplifted is the key to playing in the world of dreams. If your mood is too down and you aren’t struggling to revive yourself, then your dream world will just die slowly like the rest of your mind and body. This is why lucid sexual relationships are a key part of the dreamscape.
I had a very interesting dream today. In this dream, one of my heroes, roller skated in front of me and a group of people. This happened inside a lecture room where lots of students were seated. It was a large lecture hall that had stairs leading from the front to the back. Students were scattered all over the room. Some were busy reading their study materials; some were socializing; and, rest were just watching this tall roller skater. The roller skater wore a blue checkered shirt. He skated in circles for a while. Then he got too near some of the seated students. He felt a bit shy so he lowered his eyes; blushed a bit; and, carefully skated a bit away from them. He was rolling skating; but, he made it look a little like figure staking. He was that clever! He seemed like a frosh due to his appearance and zestful moves. Despite all his hesitations, he kept skating like an expert. He silently enjoyed the energies of the rest as he showed off his skills. Somewhere far away, there was a lab where all the students were trying to learn how to do experiments. They were also very energized and constantly playing with lab equipment to find answers. I was there as well! Thus, I allowed these two scenes to juxtapose inside my mind! Although both parties were fully animated, the roller skater and his party were having more fun because they had to less to ponder about.
When I woke up, I visited “Dream Interpretation Dictionary“. According to the article “Dream Meaning of Roller Skate“, seeing roller skates means that the dreamer will overcome challenging situations; and, seeing people skating indicates that some people are using my name to access provided privileges. Since my mood during this dream was very positive and carefree, I am interpreting this as a good dream.
I receive a lot of dreams that come true and that have historical significance. It is in my nature to seek the truth, which is why I receive true dreams. I am a Pakistani-Canadian; I have not been to Pakistan for around 20 years. I sometimes miss my homeland; so I dream about it.
Recently, I had a dream about Pakistan’s watercraft. Later, I found an article that discusses how Pakistan is modernizing its Navy. Read “A Lucid Dream About Pakistan’s Watercraft“. In this post, I stated that I had another dream before this one during which I saw grasshoppers. Today, I was thinking about why I saw so many grasshoppers during my dream when I heard a voice that told me that something is wrong.
In this lucid dream, I ate something rotten; so I threw it out of my mouth. And, two bugs also came out of my mouth. My mother was in the sitting lounge with my aunt Rubeena (nickname “Booboo”). They were worried about something; I got worried after what I heard. I was in the kitchen. I opened the closet door. There were so many utensils there; and, there were so many grasshoppers there as well. You have no idea! One of the grasshoppers got into my sleeve. I heard it buzz! I felt scared and hassled as it got stuck to me. I shook my arm and the grasshopper fell off. Then it tried getting back in my sleeve so I shook my arm again—in the audio, I use the Urdu word “jhatka”, which means “shook”. I felt it didn’t want to let go of me! The grasshopper fell on the floor and quickly hid under the fridge. I don’t know what this all means. I have never seen grasshoppers in my old house before—thus, in the audio I refer to them as “new type of insect”.
There are a couple of things that bothered me about this dream. First of all, I heard voice of one of my aunts, Rubeena. This aunt actually died a couple of years ago. Second bizarre thing is that I ate something rotten and two bugs came out of my mouth. Why did I eat something rotten in this dream when in other dreams I can eat really tasty chocolates? Also in this dream, I was really worried about something.
Okay! I can clearly see now how different elements can get combined to offer a bigger picture. First I thought that I was being visited by my spirit animal, the Grasshopper, which symbolizes change, status, or power. Around this time, I was going through some major changes in my life; so I mistakenly thought that the dream was showing this. Today, I thought back to this dream and got a very bad feeling about it. Thus, it is also obvious that the feelings that are created during the dream last for longer. The elements of death and negative emotions were also combined to convey a bigger picture. It is clear that the lucid dreams offer a much bigger scenario or concept in short story format.
I documented a lucid dream on Feb 27 2020. Read “Bodyguarding: Using Video Game Mode To Figure Things Out About India“. I learned from this dream that Modi is building a culture of abuse inside some Indian universities. But, there is a symbol in this dream that relates well to how Amnesty International is closing its doors in India due to harassments by Indian government. In my dream, I clearly stated the following:
This time the dream started in the middle of the night. I was near a place that had a gigantic wall next to bushes or trees. There was a guy ahead of me; and, he was climbing the wall pretty fast like a ninja. I saw him do this and felt intimidated because I have not flown in my dreams for some while. Even then I attempted to climb the wall and follow him. Suddenly, the Human Rights Activist I was trying to find earlier came flying towards me. I could see him clearly right now. He seemed like a real alive person. I think he noticed me and was about to say something to me. To my utter surprise and shock, the scene suddenly became violent. I think there was someone else in the trees besides the male who had just climbed over the wall. Maybe, there were two guys hiding there—I don’t know for sure. A guy who was dressed in black and whose face was concealed stabbed this Human Rights Activist. The activist fell down and almost fainted due to pain. I held him as he tried to communicate. Furthermore, I noticed that the stabber was a young man who actually felt bad about what he just did—he seemed confused. I wanted to get help so the scene shifted. I was now near a shop or an office; and, a dream character came out from this place as I held the activist and almost cried. I told this new dream character to immediately call 9/11. I talked to the activist and tried to comfort him. His shirt was now open; and, I could see the cut made by the knife—the cut was made somewhere just above or on the abdomen. His body was still warm and alive; and, he was still breathing. He was looking at me and was aware of me despite his poor condition. I held his hand and placed his head against my chest as I slowly talked to him. I felt horrible because I did not realize what had just happened and why. Source: Bodyguarding: Using Video Game Mode To Figure Things Out About India.
As you can see, it is a Human Rights Activist who is left bleeding and confused. He suffered a physical injury because someone decided to attack him. Later, in this post, I noted the following:
I think that this dream is suggesting that if the current atmosphere of bullying that is sustained by Modi’s government continues, then even the wisest and the most well known Human Rights Activists—the guy who met me in this dream is a very respected historic figure—will face extreme hardships and assassinations. Source: Bodyguarding: Using Video Game Mode To Figure Things Out About India.
Saying all this, I must comment that I will continue to warn the world about how dangerous India has become for those who want to protect the vulnerable and those who believe in free speech and actions.
In the night, the music of my mind and body becomes markedly unusual. I quietly listen to the changing sounds of the night and enjoy how it’s inexplicable tunes seep through me undeterred. I allow myself to drift from one thought to another without capturing anything in writing. I conjure the energy fields of those I have genuinely loved and willingly or hesitantly fall inside it–I understand my clear yet childlike spirit. The night becomes more spirited; and, then I feel primed to review its strongest features. I close my eyes and stare at my slender arms. The music of my body impatiently becomes clearer till I see my arms glowing and radiating like a dark black firefly. I feel speculation at this level of insight and thus begin feeling more inquisitive. Hence, I rest with an open mind that’s willing to tread anywhere. The night tardily wraps me in its doting arms; thus, I realize every night why my friends describe me as grander than the rest.
A guy introduces his colleague, Maria, to his Muslim friend with the hope that they will end up dating. Maria decides to pose a question that will provide some experiential information. So she asks, “Do you like the hot spa? How do you prepare yourself for that? What do you wear?” The Muslim man complains that this is a haram question but he wishes to answer it. In reality, he decides to mess up. So he answers, “I usually wear just my underwear for this. But, you know my legs are kind of dented; so I am planning to wear more next time.” Maria gets scared after hearing this. So she holds her colleague’s hand and instead asks him to date her. But soon she finds out that he is already married.
Today, I saw this snippet as part of a more elaborate dream. The rest of the dream focused on interacting with people in their houses so I have almost forgotten the content. But, this portion stood out from the rest so I wish to share this on the web.
In this dream snippet, I saw a person who looked like an image or a blob—vainly, I speculated for a while about the gender of this entity—stand up on the map of the world and point to Malaysia. I saw Malaysia clearly written out on the map of this particular region. This entity was standing on a different part of the map and it was somehow able to glance into Malaysia. I looked where it pointed to; and, I was surprised to see that the lower part of the map of Malaysia was filled with something dark black. The darkness looked like dark spots like paint on an image; and, it spread like an envelope over the lower end of the map. The dots were moving around almost like smoke.
Usually one zooms into an image by forming an intention to have a closer look. I have done this before a couple of times. However, I did not do this for this particular dream because I was a bit tired. I am sharing the audio of the dream recall. Pardon any errors in recording because I have merged two audio files although I don’t know how to edit audio files yet and because I was super sleepy when I did this dream recall.
I looked on the net for interpretations. Thank God, I found one relevant article titled “Malaysia ditches law to combat forest fire smog“; otherwise, I would have kept a tab on this dream so that I may look for answers in the future. According to this article, fires that are started to clear palm oil plantations in Indonesia usually go out of control and thus also cover parts of Malaysia. Malaysian government was creating a law to punish the Malaysian companies that are working inside Indonesia for causing such fires. But a new administration actually gave up on this plan because now they want to collaborate with other countries to handle this issue; but, this move is being criticized by some experts.
The reason I think it relates to my dream is because Indonesia’s Sumatra island that is identified in the image of this article is actually close to the lower end of Malaysia; and, this article was published in Kuala Lumpur, which is also in the lower part of Malaysia’s map.
Now a bit about how I feel I created this incredible dream character inside my mind. A couple of days before I fell asleep, I meditated on my Guardian Angel. I have been trying a new method where I would alter my Guardian Angel’s name to see which characteristics would reflect back. So far, I have named my Guardian Angel Cassiel (Speed of God) and Eloa (She Who Questions). Read ‘”A Lucid Dream After I Meditated On My Guardian Angel“‘ to see Cassiel in action; and, check out ‘Lucid Dream After Meditation On My Guardian Angel Whom I Renamed “Eloa”‘ to see what Eloa brought for me. This time I meditated on angel name Dina; which according to article “Angelic Names for Boys and Girls” refers to the angel who taught speech to humans. Furthermore, I sometimes imagine holding a doll on the back of my hand; and, then I ask it to answer my questions. I feel these two meditations somehow got combined during my dream to produce the blob (doll like entity). I hope this knowledge helps you create your own dream characters.
Now let us go back to the main subject. Can you imagine being thrown around so wildly while you are dreaming? Can you imagine your dream characters, some of who you created after sincere meditations during the day, feel distraught every now and then? After thinking about the content of this dream, I have started feeling very worried for everyone including myself at this point. And, I am hoping and praying that Planet Earth and its inhabitants will somehow find some peace.
Before I begin this post, I must share two facts. First of all, I am an ENFP so a part of me is still childlike; this is why I possess a strong and contagious imagination. Secondly, my sister has recently given birth to twin daughters—they sent me psychic signals from their mother’s womb. Thus, I have been learning about parenting infants. Recently, I noticed that the babies were happier when I was holding them and they would get a bit annoyed when I would place them in the bassinet. I thought about this for several days; finally, I ended up researching this online.
According to María Verónica Degwitz’s article “Do children remember being in their mother’s womb?“, children calm down and their mood improves after hearing mother’s heartbeat. This article further states that the strength of relationship and attachment a child feels towards his/her mother is determined by how much time is spent in the womb; the child also learns a lot from mother’s scent, smell, movements, and gestures. The author concludes that attachment is thus a child’s most significant reference for learning about reality.
In her article “Babies Rely on Mother’s Voice and Heartbeat To Develop Healthy Brains“, Allison Eck discusses the research conducted by Amir Lahav who is a neuroscientist at Harvard Medical School. Amir and his colleagues found out that premature babies who are exposed to recordings of mother’s heartbeat and voice develop thicker auditory cortex (part of the brain that is responsible for hearing); larger auditory cortices are linked to improved language development and hearing in infants.
Meditation by thinking about someone invokes Hypnagogic Hallucinations, which include sensation of dream subject’s heartbeat, scent, breathing, touch, and vibes. This heavenly experience happens right before one enters sleep and then become lucid. I can learn about these things by reviewing content written by someone, videos, audios, or real life experiences—it is easier and preferable to activate sensations of those who inspire or love you! I wonder if the sensations we experience through Hypnagogic Hallucinations are part of the human soul, which leaves the body while we sleep. Furthermore, human vibes, scents, and music are three of the most significant mediums in this game; I can use these to initiate telepathic incidences as well as lucid dreams.
“Scented Blankets” shares a dream where I found myself covered in a blanket that was drenched in the scent of a world-renowned Human Rights Advocate. I took this as a sign of some sort!
Just like an infant, my attachment levels tend to heighten before, during, and after a psychic or non-psychic encounter. Furthermore, my relationship with the actual person or entity actually gets better after repeat encounters—given the fact that I am looking at someone really nice or smart. For instance, after connecting with Carl Jung through my dreams, I got a bit more closer to his work. Just like infants develop better auditory cortices after exposure to mother’s heartbeat and voice, I develop stronger brain, body, and soul through lucid dreams and telepathic incidences. Therefore, it is obvious that dream characters are very similar to one’s parents.
Cherishing the psychic child (a type of inner child) is a blessed and enlightening experience. How do you love and educate your psychic child?