Some months ago, I came in touch with artist Aquil Virani who told me that he was planning to publish a bilingual art anthology titled “Ottawa Inshallah”. This project is designed to represent Muslims and strengthen the communities through pluralism, futurism, and arts. “Ottawa Inshallah” project has received the “City of Ottawa’s Diversity in the Arts” fund; and, it is sponsored by the City of Ottawa, Silk Road Institute, and Canadian visual artist Aquil Virani.
Now here is a little bit about my poem “Open Letter to Climate Change Activists”. This entire poem is based on visions that I received through multiple lucid (clear) dreams—I receive creative and precognitive (true) dreams. It is a fact that climate change is influencing everyone’s dreams. There are times when I fly out of my body while asleep; and, then instead of getting to the desired destination, I end up getting trapped inside bad weather. I have seen so many things through such visions including the locust plague, coming of coronavirus and its aftermath, Dorian flood, burning of some regions in Malaysia, and dying birds. Read blog posts “Lucid Dream About Dead Birds“, “Did I Receive Some Sort Of Warning From Malaysia?” and “Link Between Plagues and Freedom“.
When the time came to figure out what to publish for this anthology, I composed three submissions; and, only one of these was a poem. I created this poem by reviewing some of my dreams. This poem has a couple of sections namely Locust Plague, Coronavirus Pandemic, Climate, and The Beginning. Aquil has posted a video about this anthology here; see Aquil’s website.
Shaun continued talking like a real gentleman; and, then he gave me the tour of the entire place. He stood next to some paintings; placed his hand on the wall; stood near me; and, kept talking. I laughed at this gesture again. Then, he smiled and reacted by taking my hand and helping me walk to a different place. I started feeling tired from all this; so I almost fell asleep. I think this is what I did but I am not really sure. There were some other parts of this dream that I don’t fully recall. However, I did notice that Shaun had somehow made me pay attention to the paintings and that I spent some time looking at these. I also noticed that during this dream, I could make this man kind of fade away and still stay next to me just like a real ghost. Source: ‘Use of A Specific Visualization Technique Created Dream “He Loves To Chat!”’.
On Nov 12, 2020 I had a meeting (held by MPI) with some event planners—here is the Facebook page for that particular meeting. During this meeting, an experienced event planner commented that a lot of people who lost their jobs are going to open their own companies and that there will be more salespersons in demand due to this change. Here is the image of the notes that I took for this meeting.
At the top of the first page, you can see the date is Nov 12, 2020. And, at the bottom of the second page, you can see the following paragraph.
Next year, in March, people are looking for their own companies now. They won’t come back. Salespersons in demand.
Wow! This lucid dream was a warning dream where my spirit guide appeared as Shaun Randol to convey a message or is it that Shaun himself is one of my spirit guides.
I am a bit frightened as I write this because it is kind of scary to experience something like this. I mean, I thought I was just hanging out with Shaun during this my dream; but, now I am in a bit of a shock. I guess this is normal when a grand scale prediction comes true!
Today I am thinking back to how my adventures in the world of Poetry and Poets actually started. Several years ago while I was studying at the University of Toronto, I was discriminated against a lot—the hints were usually subtle and indirect and sometimes direct! I didn’t know what to do so I prayed to God. Pretty soon, I was able to write poetry. This still surprises me a lot because up till today I have completed only one serious university course in English Literature. I think the fact that I am related to some very creative people including poets and musicians is also tying into this but only to some extent—I am a Rajput by birth. I strongly feel that my poetry is related to my prayers. Read “How I Started Writing Poetry“.
I waited years and years for great teachers and prepared for years and years. I studied Philosophy at the university since this subject teaches how to ask questions and use logic and emotions while activating deep thinking—I was one of the top students in my Philosophy classes. In Nov 2017, I had a lucid dream during which I met Dr. Craig Considine who is an American Professor and Activist; he works on Interfaith projects trying to connect the Christians and Muslims. I met Dr. Craig in Nov 2018 at an Interfaith event; and, I am still in the process of studying his works. I came across Journalist and Activist CJ Werleman while I was reviewing Craig’s Twitter account. I had a great feeling about CJ Werleman when I thought about him and his works; and, I also had a good lucid dream about him. So I connected with him as well and started reading his works in detail. Gradually, I was able to see through some of their teachings properly. Thus, I was able to continue working on one of my older projects, “poetry dedicated to human rights issues”. I was actually pursuing this project when I paused this project for years so that I may get involved in deeper thinking and analysis, which will eventually help me move this project forward.
Thus, it has become clear to me that sociological norms and stereotypes, which are basis of racism and war, can easily be challenged through poetry. So that was the real answer given to me by God through my prayers! Therefore, I have decided to continue using poetry for activism—I am currently working on a poem about occupied Jammu and Kashmir for my first book “Intertwined“. Human Rights Activists have a very valuable weapon in the form of poetry. You know the secret ingredient behind the freedom of Pakistan was a poet named “Allama Iqbal“. And, he is still considered an Indian icon; see article “Why Pakistan’s spiritual father Allama Iqbal will remain an Indian icon“. But do you know that he is a Kashmiri by birth?
“When it comes to perceiving the truth, …over and over again writers who seem to be way ahead of their time describe things that we wind up experiencing. And, I also think that through their imagination, they have the ability to penetrate these other dimensional realms, what we take as fictional really does exist in some ways” Source: “Rosemary E. Guiley The DJINN“.
This post was originally posted in my original blog “Writer’s Dojo” on August 14, 2015; perhaps the recording, which I have to still find, was made before this date. Today, I read a piece of news that reminded me of this particular blog post. I edited my post once to change the Note; but, the older Note reads as follows:
The paragraph about the fights with vampires was not fully seen during the dream; instead I just saw people, buildings, burned buildings, armed civilians, some sort of fight and struggle between people, and some killings. My best friend did appear at the end of the dream and then something burned us in a box while we were holding each other. Also, the Black figure and the Black woman were present at the beginning of the dream. I have edited certain parts of the dream to make it sound very supernatural. I have created a fake ending (last paragraph) that never existed in the dream to give the story a spin. The rapid switching of scenes actually happened during the dream so much so that I got a bit confused when I tried analyzing the dream while awake. It is fun to observe that it is possible to create something really abstract by combining your thoughts with some elements from a lucid dream. Lastly, my experiences have taught me that lucid dream is a really vast psychic realm and perhaps it is another dimension of some sort that is used to influence this dimension or perhaps some other dimensions—I mean why else are lucid dreamers able to exert control in the Dreamland and what exactly is the Dreamland? And, if the universe is some sort of illusion an ecosystem, then what is its purpose; how exactly does it function; and, where do the lucid dreamers tie into this system?
My Original Post: The Black Figure
Original Post Date: Aug 14, 2015
Note: This short story is based on one of my lucid dream. I have added a fake ending to give the story a spin.
She was fast asleep when a black shadowy figure appeared next to her bed. It looked at her quietly as she slowly started becoming lucid. In her lucid state, she could see this entity really clearly. She could also see through walls and that is when she noticed a Black woman moving towards the kitchen of a neighboring house. The black shadow focused its round eyeless head on her to prevent her from getting distracted by the woman. She noticed that it was emitting some sort of malevolent radiance from its forehead, and she felt that it wanted her to follow it. She turned her attention to the Black woman and heard her comment that the plague started a while back but she does not know where they came from. “What sort of plague is she talking about?” She thought as she gently stepped out of her body and followed the black figure.
The scene changed. She was no longer in her room but outside an enormous building. The voice beckoned her to be careful of any vampires who might draw blood and energy out of her body. “Yes, doing so will be unnecessary. But, what if they succeeded?” she questioned the dark entity. The scene changed again and the girl saw herself battling with vampires who arrived in large numbers. They screamed, “We have found humans. Let us taste them.” And then the battle took place where humans became animals and tried ripping all the vampires to pieces. The girl lost her sense of identity and participated in the war silently. The battle fiercely boomed through the entire city as if destiny itself was jesting the humans. Some sprightly humans were clever enough to hide on the roofs, but the vampires used their keen senses to locate them. Then, they flew unhindered to their unguarded refuge and burned down the entire roof and its frightened residents. But, the humans did not want to lose to the vampires so the most athletic ones armed themselves by using guns, batons, and bats. To their dismay, the vampires quickly nullified their weapons by using psychic abilities or physical force. The humans were enraged and awe-struck so they finally decided to create small gangs, which strategically maneuvered towards the vampires. The humans had now successfully circled all the vampires, but the vampires effortlessly pushed their way through and chased them into buildings. Rage and bloodlust sedated every pore of the immortal bodies of vampires as human blood dripped out of their mouths. The humans who had now been lured inside buildings were unaware of the fact that more vampires were flying towards the buildings from all directions and quickly multiplying in numbers. Some of them lit the buildings on fire and others ran inside and tore several humans limb to limb. “Their blood makes us blind. Blind, blind!” vampires uttered this slogan excitedly as they forced the humans to forfeit. The battlefield was burned to ashes and reduced to a wreck, and the humans were now uttering painful moans that could not be heard but felt.
“Well, the vampires have won,” she hummed to herself and beckoned the entity. To her surprise, the scene changed again and now she was running inside a corridor. She was thinking about how she is going to protect her best friend. But, she kept circling the building as if blindfolded because the entire place was like a labyrinth. Pretty soon, she became confused because she could not find an exit. All of a sudden, one of the corridors wounded in such a way that her best friend ended up appearing right in front of her. “Let’s run away before the spell is completed,” he communicated to her without speaking because he knew she understood that look in his eyes. She held his hand and tried to flee, but it was too late for this. The vampires casted the final spell, and now both of them were captured inside a cardboard box that was balanced on top of a pile of boxes. The vampires wanted a bonfire so they lit the boxes. Pretty soon the fire was licking their box as they clung to each other for protection.
“Well! That was so refreshingly odd,” she smiled when she finally woke up. “I feel more rested than before,” she acknowledged the apparent reality of this dream. Just two days later, her abusive boyfriend broke up with her after losing his temper and smashing his baseball bat on her neck. And, now she was finally free of him. “Did the entity do this for me?” she wondered as she shook hands with a rather muscular and attractive man she had just met at a dating event.
Check out the images of the original post to see the date.
I added a fake ending because I thought it fitted in somehow; the real ending was that someone started a bonfire so they burned two people in there.
I deleted this post without thinking too much about it because I thought I was just playing creative in my sleep and it was nothing else. However, I was correct! This is a dream where both symbols and literal realities are being used to convey a message. The cool thing is that I used elements from writing like paranormal creatures to re-write this dream; the line of logic and concepts were actually seen during the dream. Right now, I don’t recall who actually won the war but I do remember seeing a lot of destruction and armed civilians.
Below is the interpretation.
Trump won against Clinton in Nov 2016; I had this dream in 2015. In Jan 2017, Trump started his presidency. Trump and his supporters have expressed extreme anger towards minorities like Latinos and Muslims as well as other countries like Mexico; he also uses dehumanizing language towards whoever he desires, which is how vampires suck blood out of whoever they desire. Funny how I woke up and altered my dream to use vampires as symbols! If you were to read Trump’s line of logic and words carefully, you will notice that he makes those he dislikes seem less than humans and sadistic. This is because he is a very dangerous narcissist. Oh! Michael Gerson, a Columnist for Washington Post, wrote the article “Trump is a political vampire” in 2018. Also in Feb 2020, Trump posted videos of himself posing as “Baahubali” just before visiting India where the Modi government is butchering Muslims. You can clearly see Trump’s inner vampire in these videos. Check out Watch: US President Donald Trump tweets video of himself as ‘Baahubali’. His tweet includes the phrase “USA and India United”, which hints to their taste in killing and abusing Muslims.
Also, in my edited version of the lucid dream, I describe a battle that took place between humans and vampires—in reality, I just saw people fighting. This has been going on for a long while! Trump and his supporters are up against a whole lot of Americans as well as foreigners. According to this dream, both sides mean to get rid of each other. Hate crimes are rising owing to the mentality preached by Trump. See “Trump Hate Map” This is not it! Warnings of civil war, which are being issued by Trump and his supporters, are now (in 2019) flooding the social media. Read articles “Trump supporters warn of ‘civil war’ if impeachment progresses” and “Why Trump, Facing Impeachment, Warns of Civil War“. Either I saw a civil war that existed in the mental landscape (minds and hearts) of certain people (meaning this part of the dream was symbolic) or I saw an actual civil war that took place in the physical realm (meaning this part of the dream was literal). In the video shared in article “Trump supporters warn of ‘civil war’ if impeachment progresses“, after around 2 minutes, we see a man who is sitting in a vehicle address the US correspondent Rebecca Wright. He said that in case impeachment of Trump does not stop, millions of people will have to arm themselves, raid buildings, get “behind these people in congress”, and “run them out the door”. This clearly reminds me of this lucid dream!
I just recall that it looked like any other house we see in Canada
I vaguely recall that the characters seemed like my siblings; although there was a queer feel that they weren’t my siblings
So I had a weird feeling all along that this wasn’t in Canada and then I had another feeling like it was in Canada. Apparently, the feeling was there because it is supposed to hit Canada. Read “Dorian forecast to hit Nova Scotia as either hurricane or strong tropical storm“. This news was released on Sep 4 and my dream took place on Jul 31, 2019. So only today the world has found out that this hurricane is slowly moving towards Canada.
I said “Elsewhere In TheWorld” and “it looked like any other house we see in Canada” because the hurricane moved from Bahamas to America and then to Canada. Also, I said “I vaguely recall that the characters seemed like my siblings; although there was a queer feel that they weren’t my siblings” because they looked like humans and because the hurricane never harmed any of my siblings.
While describing the dream, I specifically stated the following:
I was somewhere in a rather large house; and, I was staring at the front of the house. The streets were flooding and the water was now flooding the front yard. It had rained all day on the previous day; and, the atmosphere was dreary, chilly, and somewhat fresh. The car that was parked in the front yard had crashed against the garage door due to the heavy wind and overflowing water. The water seemed very impatient in nature; and, it seemed very willing to enter the house. I heard the residents yelling warnings in dismay as they found out what had happened to the car. One of the guys calmed the woman who was crying about the wrecked car that he will manage this in the future. Source: “Flood Warning: Residential Areas of Canada Or Elsewhere In The World”.
Now notice the picture that I posed in the above-mentioned blog post.
I picked this picture from Unsplash, which is my primary source for stock images.
The description of my dream is matching what is going on in Bahamas due to Hurricane Dorian. I think this is the flood that I really predicted because of the details about flooded front yard.
This is one of my historic dreams. I get lots of these whenever I feel like it or when there is an urgent need for it. Again, what I see really depends on what I like processing. Read “10 Dreams That Changed Human History“.