I had a horrible vision today. I do not know if this is just a playback of my memory or if some sort of incidence is supposed to take place. I saw men being taken away by cops, perhaps army men, from their homes or workplaces. I do not fully know where this took place but I did see a parking place. Men were wearing the traditional Pakistani clothes, Shalwar Qameez. Lots of them were being picked up! Some women were taken too. I feel they were innocent because they did not knew why they were being taken away; and, some of them were very keen about confronting whoever was kidnapping them. The kidnappers were dressed in clothes worn by officials, perhaps they were cops or army personnel. I think I saw a large tank or a van that was there to block movement. Captives talked to each other openly in their language since they had somehow become used to this entire routine. They were not afraid though! I could not tell which country this was happening in! Perhaps, this is because I am more into observing human behavior or maybe its due to the fact that abuse of honest folks is becoming a norm nowadays. This is all I recall of this particular dream. I woke up soon afterwards and started my day.
I started dissecting this dream after writing the above paragraph. One thing that kept popping up the lack of fear exhibited by the captives. I am a very creative person so I clearly see that fear is linked to creativity. I see fear haunting me when I write or engage in a psychic phenomenon. Fear is there because it creates the rest of the things! Fear is an indication of what one does not know, which is why fear can give rise to other emotions like hatred when left unguarded. For example, read about the second woman from one of my dreams that I had in April 2019. Read blog post,”Young Female Spirits Have Been Haunting Me“. I actually met this woman in Dec 2019; she is much older than the female spirit who appeared in my dream but interestingly her attitude is very young. And, she asked me to complete a task related to charity. I have been struggling a lot to help out and my friends and acquaintances whom I approached for assistance know this. My fear shows in this dream too. In this dream snippet, I am resting in my bed, which symbolizes my fear of being fatigued.
My analysis of this new dream of mine is that the captives are actually very strong people. I understood this well when these dream characters (captives) did not become afraid despite being misused so grossly. Like the rest of the emotions and behaviour, courage and intelligence come after fear. This is why I strongly feel it is the captors who are under trouble!
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On Dec 14, I had a sickening dream. I remember eating lots of spicy food, which aids in lucid dreaming, before falling asleep.
Here is the audio.
I recorded this hastily. Here is a better version of this dream.
This dream started with a woman who was holding a child in her arms. All of a sudden, she and her baby pointed to a spirit (jinn) that was sleeping on a child who was resting on the bed. It was a white spirit (jinn) with dots on its face going from forehead to upper part of nose in a straight line. The entity just appeared out of nowhere and was now sleeping contently on the kid’s chest! The woman eventually left this room; and, then the kid pointed again to what I think was a door. Here was a portal of some sort. Suddenly, the portal opened. A person who was holding a knife appeared in the portal; this individual had a clear intent to murder. The knife came in through the portal as this person tried to stab the lady. Now, I could see another psychopath who felt really really cold to me as he stood next to this killer. He also puts his knife in through the portal with the intent to harm this woman. They never stepped into this scene; but, only their hands were appearing through the portal. They almost stabbed her but she managed to escape unharmed. Then their hands and whatever parts of their bodies that were somehow visible disappeared behind the portal as the portal closed on its own.
You must have heard of the stabbing that took place during the Hanukkah celebration where five people were stabbed at a Rabbi’s home in Monsey, New York—this was an antisemitic hate crime. Read “Hanukkah stabbing suspect charged with hate crime; prosecutors cite his journals“. This took place on the evening of Dec 28, 2019. I had this dream on Dec 18; the picture below shows that the recording “Stabbers” was recorded on Dec 18. Funny how this lucid dream and the actual incidence both took place inside a home! Its perfect how I saw this about America’s New York while sleeping in Canada!
Before I discuss a key point that I learned from this lucid dream, I must point out some of the context. During this dream, I was concerned about a woman I had been protecting for some while. So when this woman and a child came in my dream, I thought that I was just watching my friend. So I saw her unharmed; but, I also saw the danger that was lurking around her. Now here is the real lesson. I said that there was a portal and two men who were holding knives were standing there. Well! Its a real time portal that transports the dreamer to another time zone/scene. I should have taken this portal to get to this other dream scene in order to find out what was going on over there. If this happens to you and you feel afraid of investigating, tell your spirit guide that you need to figure out what’s going on and he/she will attempt to protect you during this challenging time.
For two days, I briefly read about this stabbing incidence on social media; yesterday, I ate lots of sugary treats and one vitamin B6, which improves dream recall, and fell asleep hoping to enjoy a nice dream. Instead, I had a crazy nightmare!
As you read the transcription, you will see that I am talking to some Holy man while recording this dream. This is because I got so scared when I woke up that I held picture of a writer who is a very blessed person and has a strong spiritual side. Read this dream below.
I took vitamin B6 before falling asleep. By the time I woke up, I was really confused because I don’t know what I saw. I don’t think I can hack into this. My awake self is back so I almost started blacking out; my awake self was not letting me hack into this dream properly. There is something pointless about these murders! I am trying to calm down. At the beginning, there’s a guy who gets on the bus and puts a knife in someone’s back; then there are lots more of such people who are all enjoying killing people. They are saying that they will kill anyone who is not part of their clan. I think this is what they mean! (indistinct voice because I don’t feel so well) Oh man! What’s going on? They are just stabbing people; it felt like a competition of some sort, like a fun game. It had movie like spins inside it. Holy man, you have to stay close to me. No one can help me now (referring to the pain and fear I am experiencing while recalling my dream). But a Holy person can. And, you are a Holy person. Now let me think! Almost everybody had a knife. There is a large meeting place like a large banquet hall. They even go there; and, then they start stabbing. That’s bizarre! Its happening at a banquet hall! Can you believe it? What if that means that a couple of the stabbers are actually elite so that is why this is taking place at an expensive banquet hall. That’s a significant finding.
After analyzing how the previous dream pointed to a reality, I have started wondering if the second nightmare is caused by the antisemitic hate crime or if it is a precognitive dream? I have also realized that I need to heal myself fast, which is easy because I am lucid in nature; I will start by removing vitamin B6 for a couple of days so I may not be able to recall the dream properly.
Everyone! Say NO to hate crimes. And, haters please stop hating, bullying, or killing; I mean you don’t want talented lucid dreamers like me to go on RED ALERT!
Added Jan 01, 2020
Listen to the second recording. As I recorded and thought more about my dream, my voice became less intelligible. Also, I said that no one can help me now and that only a Holy man can help me. Now read this scary news!
Doctors are not optimistic about his chances to regain consciousness, and if our father does miraculously recover partially, doctors expect that he will have permanent damage to the brain; leaving him partially paralyzed and speech-impaired for the rest of his life. Source: Monsey Stabbing Victim Might Not Regain Consciousness: Family
Can you see what is actually happening being reflected in my words and level of pain reported. I think I have learned something interesting from all this! It is possible that I hacked into what was going on during the day while I recorded my dream. Both “cries for the Holy man” and “mumbling that appears like speech impairment issue” happened while I was recording and thinking back about my dream and not during the dream.
When I was a teenager, God put me through a scary trial. We lived in a small village in Pakistan. It was usual for us to get chased by a large mob of young men when we would go to study tuition. We tried solving this together by staying close to each other; identifying how the mob used to form and who were the participants; and, then finally complaining to one of our teachers in a group setting. My participation in this process was limited to listening to the teacher; never walking without my group; and, making sure that the ladies made sure to change their route. He advised us to always change our route.
We tried this a couple of times and the mob stopped. Perhaps, he talked to the boys and their parents too because apparently some of these young men were also students. Anyways, this situation proved very frustrating for us. I clearly remember that a young sweet lady later got very angry when another man chased us on his bicycle. She was my friend and from my group so I knew her character. What she did next did not make any sense to me. She took her slipper off and threw it at that man’s face. When I grew older, I researched what happened to her and realized that her character shifted due to the abuse we were being put through; and, thus she became a bit violent. Well! This little bit of violence is not a big deal given that we also used to get stared by mobs of young men who used to climb the walls of our academic institute. So stressful! So this is how I completed some of my studies in Pakistan.
Anyways, when I grew older and felt that I could handle some added responsibility, I started working on “Forgotten Femmes“. Over time, I realized that I was able to react more strongly to women’s needs because I learned to do this while I was just a teenager. This is why I feel that we should teach our girls how to protect each other when they are younger; it makes sense to me that they should be offered proper and mandatory training when they enter their teenage years. They will always end up using these skills later in life!
According to Wikipedia, White Supremacists believe that the White people have a right to dominate other races since they are superior to them.
Just a while ago, I had an accident online. I came across Kent Jensen of Narata Storytelling Cards—you can compare the logo found in the Twitter messages with the one found in Kent’s official Twitter page. I found the storytelling cards entertaining so I wrote a blog post about them. I had to remove this blog post later because I found out that he was racist.
Here is a picture of the blog post that I wrote on June 10, 2019.
Yesterday, Kent Jensen texted me the following message. See pic below.
Funny. You use the technology of the brilliant whites to complain about us. Oh such gratitude. Lucky Canada.
Guess what he said before that? See pic below.
I also get very quickly tied to wherever I go. I was in Morocco and considered staying there. I was in Chicago and considered staying there. Paris, London, La, etc. I really could live permanently in Rome. My favorite place on Earth.
So he sounded very friendly until yesterday, which is when he asked me why I was using a technology made by the White people to complain about them? He mocked that I was showing “gratitude to Canada” this way!
I was surprised when I read these comments. Thus, I had to message him back
Canada is a very racist country. That is why! What is funny about me saying this? People should use any means available to complain. What are trying to convey?
I find it very surprising that he told me that he loves traveling all around the world; but, this is what he has to say to a colored woman. He is from Norway; and, I have learned about racism mostly due to my experiences that took place inside Canada. This is how I know that all White Supremacist have the same awful language that uses lies to demean and manipulate others. Read article, “Far-right extremist groups and hate crime rates are growing in Canada“.
I can clearly see why I felt very concerned after reading his vile message. I wonder how his threats are going to escalate given that the political environment is already offering coloured people lots of friction and hurdles! Kindly make sure to share this article with as many people as possible. People like him are offering coloured people barriers to establishing themselves properly and living a life free of abuse.
Victims of abuse can be jailed because they are confused and did something wrong. For example, someone who was born to a man who just hits to convey his point will think that that is the right way. This conclusion is based on the Bobo Doll experiment, which shows that people learn through acts of rewarding and punishment and by watching these acts being performed on someone else. Read “Bobo Doll Experiment“.
So all of these are suggesting that mostly children and poor victims are likely to go unattended and thus abused further through jailing or legal fines. I cannot believe this! I cannot believe that Canada is playing a role in creating mental health issues!
Canadian youth and adults are challenged by a fast-paced system and a politically charged environment where many are aware about the need to promote awareness of relevant international and local issues. A film festival like One World Film Festival (OWFF) thus plays a pivotal role in shaping opinion by empowering citizens. People who are dwelling on Planet Earth in today’s world are pressured to absorb information fast, which is how the new generation is being shaped to work and think more quickly by retrieving data from various stimuli and resources.
One of the very first films that I watched—in grade 11, I think—to learn about issues surrounding mental and physical health was Tennessee William’s “The Glass Menagerie”. This fiction movie shares the story of Laura Wingfield, her brother Tom Wingfield, and their mother Amanda Wingfield. What struck me as stunning about this movie was the fact that Laura limped and was also mentally fragile; and, the use of a glass menagerie to symbolize Laura’s refuge in her imaginary world as well as her sensitive memory. I remember feeling very moved after watching this picture; and, I promised myself to keep learning through such expressive broadcasts. As I grew older, I became more familiar with the world around me; and, finally found a festival that helped me fulfill the promise I had made many years ago.
One World Film Festival (OWFF) is Ottawa’s longest-running documentary film festival that seeks to use media and performing arts to educate people about several global issues including women empowerment, identity, migration, indigenous rights, social justice, human rights, and environmental issues—specifically, it connects marginalized communities and Third World population with Canadians. Its a very historic event! Its interesting to see how One World Film Festival’s poster has changed over time. See Past Festivals – 1989 to 2016.
Nowadays, people have access to many learning platforms including social media, open learning services, and free libraries. So why would someone want to spend their money to watch films? My experiences with the world of movies have taught me that motion pictures teach faster because they offer multi-sensory and collective experiences where one may feel one’s emotions as well as those of the audience and movie characters; learning can be completed in an incognito and relaxed environment; and, it becomes possible to focus on multiple issues and literary techniques and not just one or two. Now imagine going to the One World Film Festival (OWFF) and being bombarded by many educational pictures!
Before I fell asleep day before yesterday, I visualized a large screen on top of me; I held my imaginary Joystick and keyed some information in; then, I randomly pressed the buttons of my Joystick.
In this dream, I was on a tour with my family members. I think I saw my sister-in-law and my niece as well; we were taking turns to manage the baby. We were in a hurry because our flight was supposed to depart soon; and, we were lost inside a labyrinth of some sort. First, we were inside a large antique house that was lit with darkness and bluish light that had light shades of golden light. The darkness literally felt like some sort of light that actually helped people see. One of my cousins who still lives inside Pakistan visited me during this dream. He was standing near one of the staircase of this establishment. I think my cousin hinted that the staircase that would take you downstairs might end up in places where it is easy to get lost given that you don’t know your way around. My cousin checked us out and then he pointed to the airport as he commented, “Go to the ceiling (higher area). The airport is there”. So we ran towards the ceiling (higher area).
The ceiling (higher area) was a very large place and had several interesting places including an educational institute and a paan shop. Everything up there seems old and broken. There were some people including children walking and chatting there. The two women who were keeping me company deserted me and ran towards the paan shop. The paan shop was rather small; it was made from bricks; and, a fabric was used as the tent for the window. I got away from there because I had a feeling that we were in the wrong place and that we were bewitched to go there. So when I tried to get away from the ceiling (higher area), I saw a grey door on the side. Perhaps, this door was in between the lower area and the ceiling (higher area); or maybe, I took some stairs to get to this door. I distinctly remember that I looked over my shoulder while I was standing near the door; and, I could still see my family members on the ceiling (higher area). The greyish-white door was slightly ajar although it seemed lock. Some hidden force gently forced me to stop near this door and open it. I hesitated for a bit; and, then I pushed to open this old and somewhat broken door.
Inside, a startling sight welcome me. Inside everything was grey: skeletons were grey; walls were grey; and, the grave was grey. Two human skeletons were sitting near a grave that appeared like box or a sealed hole. The beings that were sitting there almost frozen in space and time actually noticed me when I started screaming, “Where is the airport?” To answer my inquiry, the skeletons started moving, which was shocking and exciting to watch. The male skeleton indicated something to the woman and me. The female skeleton held a knife; asked the male skeleton to help her; sat on the box/hole; noticed that the guy skeleton was not going to do anything; and, then attempted to open the box/hole with her knife. The knife made some grating screeches and finally the box/hole opened. When she opened it, a male skeleton that was stored inside became alive and just stepped out. As soon as he got out of the place where he was confined, he slit his throat with the knife and changed into some kind of soil-like substance. I think he somehow conveyed to me that he was the old boyfriend of the female skeleton.
The opening to the airport was at the bottom of this pit. The female skeleton pointed out and said, “The airport is in there”. All of a sudden, the scenes shifted. The female skeleton now looked like a very pretty woman; she was dressed in white and was about to be wed to an Asian guy. The guy was brown, tall, and slim; and, he had a distinct black beard. He had locked himself in the washroom for some reason; and, he actually opened the door when his bride requested him to do so. Inside, there were two young toddlers who belonged to this couple. He turned around, noticed his woman, and does not state anything.
This guarded grave was the key to the airport. This must have felt spooky, which is why we never made it to our initial designation.
You must have noticed that I am using “ceiling” and “higher area” interchangeably. This is because I am not so sure how there can be so many buildings on the “ceiling. One explanation is that unfolding of a 3D figure in 2D plane should make this 3D figure look flat where each face is connected by 2D planes. This is exactly what I see when I draw the images from my dream. When we fold the area depicted as the “higher area”, it becomes the “ceiling” of a building or region. The higher area is where the Airport is [Quote from this dream] My cousin checked us out and then he pointed to the airport as he commented, “Go to the ceiling (higher area). The airport is there”. So we ran towards the ceiling (higher area).[End Quote] So in the dream, the spirits took me through the graveyard before I could get to the Airport, which is the John F. Kennedy Airport (see point ii).The use of lower land and higher land is an indication that such an area exists where this graveyard is. Now read the article “The ‘Hole’ is 12 Feet Below Street Level and About A Century Behind the Rest of New York”.
I just found Samuel Popejoy’s article “Top 10 Spookiest Declassified Project Stargate Documents“. Under section titled “Oklahoma City Bombing”, it is clearly stated that the remote viewer said that a person named “Carl” also had something to do with this bombing besides the Iraqi terrorists.
Later, investigators did find out that American military veteran Timothy McVeigh and his accomplice Terry Nichols were behind this attack. See article, “Oklahoma City Bombing Documentary Examines Growth of American Extremism“. Thus the word “Carl” refers to a domestic connection who is most likely White. I also said that CIA or other relevant agencies would not have liked this to be properly investigated. According to article, “Oklahoma City Bombing Documentary Examines Growth of American Extremism“, Timothy McVeigh did not like how he had to kill Iraqis and he mistrusted the American Government. Thus American government is also responsible for the bombing because they participated in the war against Iraq. War is never a good idea especially when the initial conflict is between other counties, in this case Kuwait and Iraq. This is why my mind focused on CIA and other relevant agencies.
Here are my two cents: Even if the remote viewer issued a wrong name “Carl”, this connection should have been investigated. “Carl” could be referring to “possibility of a domestic connection and not a foreign one”. It was somewhat obvious to me that vision of “Carl” was referring to a White person because I kept seeing psychologist Carl Jung’s face in my mind; my psychic training with Anna Sayce has taught me that if a word, concept, or stranger reminds you of a familiar face, then that word, concept, or stranger is referring to something related to that face you just imagined. In this case, this insight was referring to the fact that “Carl” is from the West. It is a fact that telepaths/remote viewers can sometimes talk in hidden language without fully realizing it. I have done the same during sleep and while awake. For example, see my blog posts “Abstract Psychic” and “Another Lucid Dream Came True: US Is Dangerous For Journalists“. Lastly, note my stream of thoughts regarding this. Apparently, it seems like an issue that just got glued inside my head for some reason. My thoughts starting ranting soon after read this article. This is an indication of awakening of psychic warfare.
The “Signet Ring” and “Foosball” Combo technique finally got activated in my sleep. Read “Signet Ring and Seal of King Solomon and Totem Rings of Lucid Dreamers”. I performed the “Foosball” Technique a full day before with no amazing results during sleep. Tomorrow, before falling asleep, I looked at both of my index fingers and realized that I was still wearing the lucid Signet Rings on both of them.
In this dream, I crossed through several building rooftops to find my younger brother. Then, I held his hand; and, flew around with him. Reality is that he is trying to learn about lucid dreaming; so I have been bringing his dream character in my sleep to teach it this lesson. Dreamscape is an extended stage so I am wondering how much his dream character will absorb and how he will evolve in reality due to these “inner” changes.
After flying around for a bit, I got stressed because my brother’s dream character had just faded away. He is very sensitive in nature; maybe, that is how he vanished. Flying is not an easy business. To get out of my place, I have to open a window or ceiling. This time, I touched the ceiling and vibrated it. Then a window opened in the ceiling; and, I was able to see the dark sky. I get exposed to the high sky and low ground; I experience the darkness and roughness of a large terrain; I dodge buildings and skyscrapers; I run on the rooftops; and, while doing all this, I find and locate my dream characters. I am hoping repeat exposure of his dream character will cause some critical changes in him in real life.
I got bored because my younger brother had left my side. So my thoughts shifted towards other needs. First I brought, one random dream character to a hotel room. I asked him to have sex with me. But, he politely refused; and, I understood his need. The scene changed and I was flying around again. Then my thoughts moved towards the Netflix TV series, “Gotham“; and, I ended up finding a male lead character. For some reason, I had some sort of lucid sex with him where our bodies were not touching but the experience of sex was still there. Do you see how lucid sex is prettier in nature? I spoke to him and he replied in a soothing manner. It was fun because this activity becomes permissible during dreams. I am wondering how this dream character will now evolve. For instance, the dream character of a specific American professor and writer has evolved into a Guardian Spirit. He has visited me often to connect with me, which includes issuing warnings of certain affairs.
I have pondered why sex gets activated on its own during dreams simply because I am a bit disconnected in nature owing to my unique ENFP IQ—disconnected means “genuine relationships”. This is when I realized that the Dreamscape offers a very strong simulation of real life and much more. And, it allows you to play something hidden about yourself; such as, I play the role of a “detective” during my sleep. Blog post “My Disturbing Dream About Kidnapping of Children In The West“.