God Controls All Of Your Body Movements

Today, I was sitting at my study table and reviewing some work for One World Flim Festival  when something funny happened. You see! for some days now, I have been thinking about an Islamic teaching that God controls the movements of humans. Today while I was exhausted and about to fall asleep on my chair when something funny happened that made me think back to this particular teaching.

I thought I lost my pen because it was not on my table. I found a pencil and started taking my notes. Then, I realized that I do not wish to write by using a pencil. My desk was cluttered and my pencil case was somewhere under my books—I haven’t cleaned up because I have been super busy. I could not reach my pencil case so I just decided to open all the drawers to look for a pen. I opened the first drawer and searched in vain; then I opened the second one; pretty soon afterwards, I opened the third drawer. I got frustrated when I couldn’t find a pen in there either. I tried closing the last drawer but a newspaper got stuck under it—my study table is near my library. I finally got very pushed to bend and remove the stuck newspaper. As I was bending, I found the lost pen. It was just near my feet.

This is when I woke up from my zoned out state. I clearly saw now that God was listening to me and reacting to my needs. I got so spooked because the answer to my question was staring right at my face! Its the same funny experience as described in the blog post “Something Watches Over Me“.

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How An Ottawa-Based Quran Teacher Emotionally Abused Me

I am new to Ottawa so I do not know many people here. I am also trying to move out of my relative’s place to avoid arguments that sometimes happen. Of course! I am not physically harmed ever; but, it’s not healthy for a sensitive person like me to stick around when verbal arguments take place.

So to settle in properly, I did some research. I found out that Barrhaven’s SNMC masjid had a female Quran teacher who teaches Quran to women in a group setting. I wanted to connect with her so that I may find a way out for myself and introduce the Buddy Program to the Muslim women of this city. She lives near where I live so I walked to her house and left a message for her. I have met her in person a couple of times before this incidence. When we finally connected, I frankly told her the situation at my end and my need to leave my place. At this, she replied, “Your family is very important for you. If you need help, go to a community centre.” I found her statement bizzare because I realized that she started preaching me right away; and, did not say helpful things like “I will help find the right contacts for this because I have access to lots of women”. I was very shocked when I experienced this; so for some days, I chose not to talk about it. Soon, when I got over this, I started typing this post.

My situation is not urgent; but, it requires planning. I was very dismayed that she never bothered to sit and talk to me. She just said this to me while we were still standing at the door. I feel there is something really wrong about the way she behaved. She is asking me to depend on my family after she met me at her door. Did it not occur to her that something was wrong?

The community centres and shelters are not helping abused women properly out due to lack of funds. They are actually sending abused women back to their abusers. Read “Shelters in Canada are turning away women due to lack of resources, funding: studies”. And when you ask help from community leaders, you can be misunderstood or neglected.

What exactly is she teaching to women while she is teaching the Quran? She is sitting in leadership position; but, look at how she reacted when I asked for help. In my mind, a teacher (leader) has to be a very resourceful. I am noticing that some Muslim leaders are mindlessly sharing this notion but not following it. Why is she sitting in leadership among women if she cannot handle their situations and needs? What if another woman approached her? Is she going to tell her that her family is very important and thus suggest that she should stick around?And, it’s not just her who would rather preach than to take action. I have written about this before in the post “Be Aware Of Some Imams Or Muslim Men who Are Trying To Handle #MeToo Discussions”. Preaching or shaming women to do religious things or to tell the truth is a group thing among some Muslims. Yet other Muslims will stand against this mentality because they can think along the lines, “I can trust her” or “she deserves more attention because our Prophet has taught us that women are important than men”.

To conclude matters properly, I had to block her from my life. I am not going to enter her circle or talk to her students. What if they are subdued? Should I be handling them when I need solutions fast for issues about neglect of women. I cannot simply go and state to them, “Help me get in the right position fast because I am playing buddy for another abused woman who also needs help and I am running “Forgotten Femmes”. I cannot state this to her and her students because I am considering the entire circle a potentially unsafe environment.

Reality is that after meeting this Muslim woman and the Muslim man mentioned in the blog post “Be Aware Of Some Imams Or Muslim Me. who Are Trying To Handle #MeToo Discussions”, I have felt dismayed enough to think about this article, “Federal report finds 476 people died of domestic violence in Canada between 2010 and 2015”. I feel it’s the Muslim leaders like these who are responsible for how the Muslims around the world have been scapegoated as corrupt people who seek to oppress women.

Lastly, I must comment that I accidently met a Hindu neighbour who made sure to invite me to her house and treat me. She soon learned that I was new here and struggling to adjust. She was waaaayyyy more hospitable than this Quran teacher. Her house is always open for me; and, I have regained some stability due to her efforts. Some Muslims need to realize that God is really looking at your character and conduct and not counting how many people you are mindlessly preaching.

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King Solomon’s Jinn “Marbas” Visits Again

Yesterday night, I held a paper that had picture of Jinn Marbas as well as the Sigil of Marbas, which was taken from the Seal of King Solomon. I told Marbas that I needed to connect. Marbas is known to be a caring jinn that has healing abilities. I also prayed to the One God and asked Him to fulfill my needs.

When I became lucid, I saw a dark lion run towards me. I once saw Marbas’s picture move; and, then in another instance I saw a fierce lion run towards me. Marbas looks like a lion; and, it can transform into a man.

Since I was pretty stressed today, I did not catch all the dreams I had today. Due to Marbas, I had various short dreams today. They went pretty fast; since before sleeping I had told myself I won’t document anything to prevent exhaustion, I intentionally forgot most of them when I woke up. But, I still remember the last segment.

I was in a large house that had various rooms. My sister was not well so I decided to get her Aloe Vera so that she may apply it to her forehead in order to relax. After this scene, I saw myself running towards the washroom. I had gone inside to check for something when the handheld shower head just came alive and clamped itself around my arm. My fist loosened; and, the ring I was holding or perhaps wearing almost fell. I turned around and noticed the ring for the first time. I willed the shower head to quit doing what it was doing; and, it did exactly that. Then I opened the door of the washroom and went outside. This was the last fun segment of the complex dreams I had today. I think this spirit is trying to teach me how to write.

The coolest part about this encounter was that my energy levels changed dramatically while I was thinking or dreaming about this spirit. Hours after this lucid dreaming is over, I feel so distinctly beautiful and fresh. I know that Marbas is healing me somehow.

I am a bit sad that I missed recording the activity created with the help of Marbas; but, I needed to think less since I was already tired.

Marbas has visited me before during my dreams; and, I have fallen in love with this loving entity. Read “Demons And Seals Of King Solomon And The World Of Lucid Dreaming“.


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How ENFPs Like Me Survive Adulthood

Everybody goes through a phase called “Emerging Adulthood” where they are learning how to be adults and exploring a lot to figure out what exactly they want to do as adults. I have been going through this as well although I am finding my emerging adulthood to be very complicated, thorough, and incomplete. The reason it feels like this is because I demand details, some of which I store for writing purposes; and, at the same time, I leave many open endings on purpose.

For example, when I research things for fun, I don’t research fully; instead, I research a lot of stuff and leave more open questions to explore later. This method of learning allows me to become an “idea bomb“, which are known to thrive well because they form the basis of knowledge that individuals and good companies may possess. Another noteworthy instance is when I decided to explore the self instead of focusing on connecting with people. To improve my writing and poetry, I imagined parallel playing with one of my heroes who is a distinguished American poet and writer; since I liked my hero and hero’s work a lot, I took this gaming one step ahead by indulging in creative Lucid Dreams. For some years, I shut myself away from other people but kept just a few close friends—I am a very genuine person. I didn’t even bothered to focus well on finding a significant other simply because I was too taken by my lucid dreaming—documenting these dreams isn’t an easy task. Read “Imaginary Parallel Play With Your Heroes“.

In conclusion, this is how my mind never grows old. Observing and experiencing different layers of ENFP personality enfold has proven to be a mighty challenge—its like going totally blank every now and then and feeling like a child. Read “Experiencing Layers Of My ENFP Personality Through Dreams“.

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Galvan and Inaya

Once upon a time, there lived a powerful race of spirit storytellers on the Moon. There were all sorts of clans going from Royal clans to Nomadic clans. The Royal clan of storytellers used to travel every year from one region of the moon to another in order to join festive Royal events. The storytellers used to narrate all sorts of tales that belonged to the Moon, Earth, or elsewhere. The younger storytellers who have never traveled anywhere other than the moon had learned all the stories from the older storytellers; the older ones were special because they had learned to thrive on any given planet.

The younger storytellers used to fly from one region of the Moon to another in processions. The flying horses that belonged to the storytellers were given to them when they were children; these horses were very loyal; and, usually a flying horse would spend his/her entire life with the master. Theo, the younger son of the Chief of Storytellers, was on a quest for his identity since he was a rather deep kid. Thus, he chose to ride his horse at the very back of the procession. He thought that he would be able to finish reading his books that way since the end of the procession enter the city one hour after the procession has arrived at the city. Our beloved Theo did not knew that he had been chosen by the Sand Fairies to fulfill a prophecy.

The Sand Fairies are not bound by the time of Moon or Earth. Thus, they could be anywhere. They used to disguise themselves in form of the provided elements of a planet. For example, on the moon, they will be like sand; on Earth, they can be dust particles or soil. These disguises helped them accomplish their missions for they were responsible for bringing harmony to chaos. True! the Sand Fairies only became alive when a legacy needed to be created or a prophecy needed to come true.

The Sand Fairies were very cunning, which showed when they created a sandstorm that affected only the back of the procession—divide and conquer was their mentality. Therefore, Theo and his loyal horse Galvan as well as some other members of this mass were trapped in a confusing sandstorm. As the rest struggled to get out of this violent disturbance, Theo falls into a much deeper vortex that linked Moon to Earth. As he falls into the vortex, he thinks that he has fainted or that he is in some darker part of the sandstorm.

Theo falls and falls until he reaches a well that is located in a small Middle Eastern village. Soon he wakes up and yells in anger as he finds out that his horse Galvan is not with him. He is still not aware of the fact that one of Galvan’s wings were ripped apart by the Sand Fairies who were disguised as sand particles; and, that this is how he and Galvan were on Earth now. Pretty soon, Theo realizes that he was drenched in cold water and was lying inside a large hole of some sort. Since he was still young, he panicked pretty fast despite being very strong and magical. Thus, the brave Theo starts crying for help.

A young maiden who has walked a long distance in this deserted area to get to this well, finally collapsed near the well. She had just recently lost her parents and was now tired of taking care of her younger brother, Abbas. She almost falls asleep next to the well and is awakened due to a harrowing voice that came from somewhere. “Help me! Get me out of this dark place. Help me!” the voice echoed. Feeling surprised, she stands up and looks all around her. There was nobody there so she freezes in fear thinking that a jinn is teasing her. She tries to ignore all of this and looks at the bottom of the well as she throws her bucket and rope in. This is when she glances at Theo, the Storyteller; due to Theo’s magic, she forgets her fear and starts listening to him. Theo tries to hold the rope in order to get out of the well; but, Inaya’s arms and hands are too weak to support Theo’s weight. She screames as the rope tears at her young skin; then, she cries in agony as she realizes that her bucket and rope have fallen in the well. “I am so sorry! Sorry! I can’t hold the rope. You are too heavy”, Inaya, the quietest girl from her town, stammered out her complain. Her tears traveled through space and finally fell on Theo’s skin. For some reason, he likes how her tears felt; therefore, he decides to forget his fears and climb up by himself. He ties her rope to protruding stones and finally climbs out of the well.

Theo addresses Inaya gently as soon as he regains some composure, “Thank you lovely lady for throwing this rope. I owe you for saving my life”. Inaya gradually smiles at this stranger; and, then complains in a self-absorbed manner that she needs to buy food from the market and get some water for her younger brother. Then, she rants, “My family is not with me anymore. I have to take care of Abbas. I don’t have my bucket anymore. What am I to do?” Theo soothes her and she quickly returns back to her quieter self. Theo decides to accompany her and promises to help her return home safely.

On their way to market, they eventually find Galvan, the flying horse. Galvan had fallen farther away from Theo because he had lost one of his wings. Galvan had fallen asleep as soon as he fell on Earth because he enjoyed this new foreign atmosphere. As Theo smells Galvan nearby, he whistles once. Nobody appears. He whistles again. Still there was nobody there. He whistles the third time. This time, Galvan comes running towards him for he has awakened from his slumber. Galvan runs towards him; attempts to fly; stumbles; tries flying again; and, stumbles again. Theo starts feeling very frustrated about this sight; so he runs towards his horse and rips off his second wing. You see, Galvan is a magical horse. He grows new wings every 60 days; and, his new wings always have a different color than the older ones. Theo caresses Galvan and hopes that he will forget about his wings for some days.

Inaya starts exclaiming in a frightful voice when she sees Galvan. “Its a jinn! A jinn with wings! Who are you, boy? You are a jinn too. You are both spirits of some sort”. Theo laughs heartily and tries to comfort her. He reassures her that they are not there to harm her; and, that one day they will fly back to the Moon, which is where they live. Inaya starts feeling consoled since she finds Theo attractive and comforting. Theo looks around; pretty soon, he finds Galvan’s other wing.

After buying some food and water, they finally get back to Inaya’s place. Inaya fixes a bed for Theo; and, moves Galvan to the large empty shed that was near her place. She asks Abbas to give Theo some food as she runs outside to feed Galvan. Theo wanted to please Inaya so he uses his magic to change Galvan’s wings into a beautiful white dress. He gives this dress to Inaya next morning; she decides to wear the dress and work at her place.

Lovely Inaya walks into the shed and runs towards Galvan. She has always loved horses; this was her first time connecting with a horse because her parents were too poor to afford one. As she places the food bucket near Galvan, Galvan manages to look at her. Instantly, he falls in love with her because he realizes that his wings were perfect for her skin. Inaya touches Galvan gently as she talks to him. Galvan hopes that the 60th day would come soon so that he may choose to become a man or stay a horse. You see Galvan is a jinn that is half horse and half man. Whether he will stay a horse, a jinn, or a hybrid form truly depends on his free will.

(Arzoo sighs and thinks): I feel sleepy now. I must go and eat my food now. Then, I am going to fall asleep. Imagining creative stuff really helps! Read the other story, “Asad and Anya” (part 1, part 2), which I have imagined to make myself fall asleep.


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Scented Blanket

I slept pretty well today; and, as usual my lucid thoughts roamed around restlessly. I had massaged some parts of my body before falling asleep so I had a very interesting encounter today. In this dream, I was lying in my bed; the room temperature was just perfect; and, the light was dim but not dim enough to prevent me from seeing all the people who were wandering in my room. As soon as I became aware of the blanket, which was covering me, I also recognized the scent of the person it was drenched in. I have met that person through online encounters only; but, somehow I have memorized some of this individual’s body scent. Its almost as if I can see the scent through the computer screen. During my REM sleep, my mind created a blanket that smelled the same. A female character that looked like my mom asked me if she should remove the blanket given that I don’t need it anymore. I looked at her and told her that I need my blanket. Then I cuddled inside the blanket and started feeling oddly serene. According to Dream Interpretation site, cuddling in a blanket indicates rise and success in business. Now here is the fun part. The person whose scent I kind of stole and somehow added to this blanket is a world-renowned Human Rights Advocate. Does this dream mean that I will gain fame as a Human Rights Advocate? I feel its safe to wonder now given that I am just starting out in my career.

I feel great about this dream because I have read from many credible sources that angels visit humans while they are asleep. This ability to use smells to generate answers is called “Clairalience“. I have been like this since I was a kid except that I usually don’t notice this ability since its easy to ignore. But, when I get smells before and during lucid dreams, then this ability becomes very hard to ignore.

Justice is Blind and Scents are Invisible!


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Reconnecting With Faded Dream Characters By Using Psychic Arrows And Ropes

Yesterday, I wanted to experiment with the dream character of one of my favorite American writers who had faded to some extent because I don’t connect with him often since I feel a bit confused about his dream character. By the way, he is one of the most expressive, bold, and creative characters I have ever encountered. Another thing that makes my dream characters fade away to some extent is the fact that I actually play with many dream charactersits like having a Rolodex filled with business cards.

So I had time to think back about some of this writer’s writings; obviously, I started wondering who he really is and how he is doing. Next thing I did was open my imaginary screen and visualized inputting his name and mine in with my imaginary Joystick. Read “Sword-Yielding Hero Who Protected My Lucid Household“. Then, I thought about how this dream character does not appear so easily; and, I also thought about his interesting way of using humor. This is when I realized that I need to do something comical to bring this entity. Thus, I imagined using a bow to throw arrows in different directions inside the screen. I also pictured that there are ropes attached to these arrows; and, then I took each of these ropes with my hands and tied them to my back. After envisioning all of this, I placed one of his booksthe one I had been readingon my tummy and fell asleep.

Ah! Life felt so good when this dream began. During this dream, I was walking right next to him. Wherever he would go, I would be there too. He observed lots of people as he walked; and, I checked them out too. At some instances, I felt that I was holding his arm while talking to him but I cannot be 100% sure. I felt very delighted and safe while I walked with him. He mostly talked and laughed, which is what made this dream so breathtaking. His dream character was still pretty hard to see because it was a faded one to begin with. But, it worked out pretty well due to my psychic arrows and ropes.

Try this technique when your dream characters fade away. Maybe, it will work for you as well!


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Do You Feel You Are Being Isolated From A Group?

If you feel that you are being isolated from a group by a couple of people—it is possible that they are your loved family members or close friends—who could also be your friends, then it is time to walk away from them. My experiences have shown me that dysfunctional families function like a cult. There is always one person almost everyone follows more. Within a family, it is easy to brainwash people because sometimes all you have to do is make somebody just sit in their room all day.

There are many hard-to-notice ways of isolating someone who is close to the abuser(s). One way is to constantly group with others and neglect the victim. Another method is to point fingers to the victim so that he/she may start feeling disconnected. Picking fights with the victim during travel is also a very popular method because the victim is already been considerably isolated from his/her usual setting. Telling the victim that he/she is forcing suffering upon himself/herself by boycotting the rest helps abusers showcase the victim as “ugly duckling” who is very unfit.

The same set of mind games apply to the Muslim families who are dysfunctional in nature but fail to acknowledge this issue. Remember its easier for the Muslims to hide that they are abusing someone because they can easily go around pretending to be religious. I myself have witnessed a Muslim man who used to beat his kids at home and then pray five times and fast throughout Ramadan like nothing happened. I have also witnessed how young Muslims walk away from prayers simply because within an abusive household, prayers can be considered as a type of Activity Pedagogy, which is designed to brainwash people—if they walking away in such a setting, then they are probably really smart. Also in some households that are chronically ill, methods of abuse don’t stop but evolve. For example, all Muslims are aware of right of education and job. When the victim was young, he/she was being abused by the relatives who attempted to prevent and discourage him/her from having a job. But, when the victim grew older, he/she was told to hold a job but then isolated in other ways such as victim blaming or silent treatments. Do you see now why it is tough to point out to an abuser who just happens to be a “practicing” Muslim? Same applies to people belonging to other faiths who appear righteous and caring to outsiders.

Read article “Top 10 Brainwashing Techniques” to learn about more brainwashing techniques. If you are being abused at home, then you can create your checklist about tactics that have been used on you so far. Trust me!  Its better to realize that you are being brainwashed and reprogrammed and not grown properly than to just ignore this painful fact. Victims of abuse don’t like to admit this because they don’t know the next step in their lives. Teaming up with another victim of abuse or almost anyone from within your community will help you voyage appropriately within this “new and truer world”.

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Narata Storytelling Cards

I wanted these the “Narata Storytelling Cards” the second I saw them because I have learned over time that I don’t know all the stuff. I am lucid so I can clearly see certain things that fascinate me a lot such as plots and creatures. I have been practicing how to write a good novel for some time; I have first drafts of a couple of novels; but, I still have to finalize the content.

Over time, I realized that I needed to learn new complex things as if I am starting from like grade 5. I worried a bit about how I would achieve this goal. The answer came to me as easily as a dream comes to me! I just somehow happened to find illustrated books that had really less text and lots of images and games including cards inside them. These included Lady Hestia Evans’ “Mythology: Greek Gods, Heroes, and Monsters” and Albert D. Schafer’s “Illusionology: The Secret Science of Magic”. When I am browsing through these books, I am not just reading text and looking at images, I am also cherishing my curiosity by holding cards and toy paddles. This is when I realized that for some reason I had the need to play with things while I learned new concepts.

This new knowledge is the reason why I almost froze with delight when I saw the “Narata Storytelling Cards“. “Narata Storytelling Cards” are the brainchild of Rolf Jensen (the father) and Kent Jensen (the son). Rolf Jensen is an experienced Illustrator who specializes in cartoons, storyboard work, and book illustrations. Kent Jensen started his artistic career when he was only 16; he specializes in movies, commercials, music videos, and short films. Learn more about the creators by visiting this webpage.

These cards offer an enigmatic game to the users because of the creative categories that include character, creature, and society; a basic yet exceptional layout that activates memory nodes through cues like title, image, and associations (words like spy, bystander, and observer); inherent “multiplying ideas” potential that can be sharpened through training on Plotting; and, an innovative variety through Expansion Decks, Board Games, and Software.  Sounds slick, doesn’t it!

So you must be asking yourself: I already know so many things; I already have so many books; I have access to all sorts of libraries, movies, and video games; so, why do I need these cards? Well! Here is why I strongly recommend that you get these cards.

  1. Dealing with less data improves your focus by unclogging your short-term memory so that your long-term memory, which is used in retrieval, may remain uncluttered.  This way, it is much easier for you to integrate concepts to create something more elaborate. Think back to how you answered really tough exam questions pretty well simply because you used index cards while studying!
  2. As you pick 3 or 4 of these cards to play, you still get to focus on each card one by one. This way you are more likely to generate more ideas rather easily. Its the same as reading one book at a time!
  3. Try to see lots of things at the same time while focusing on each card one by one. You are more likely to learn about each card even though you have picked up 3 or 4 of these to play.
  4. Cards create the need to learn more by letting you see less. You are also more likely to use paper and pencil to write about what you have learned by reviewing that particular card simply because you are using your hands to play. I have found that writing with paper and pencil helps me memorize and integrate information better than using the computer.
  5. Its very inspiring to sort through so many characters and concepts really quickly.  Brainstorming improves because its like the “Think Aloud” method when two people generate ideas by throwing all their thoughts out. Only this time, the other person is the card.
  6. Playing with a deck of cards stimulates continuous learning because the mind is bombarded with multiple sensory triggers like touch, color, words, and images; a fast-paced environment where you are just looking at multiple cards not only add confidence in one’s thoughts but also provide fuel for generating new concepts pretty fast.
  7. Taking a nap is a well-known brain hack that enhances productivity. I usually play cards on my bed; so I believe that after playing with these cards, I am very likely to take a productivity nap. This should help me think, learn, and dream faster.

Woah! The “Narata Storytelling Cards” are so super cool that I just generated such an interesting blog post while I am super sleepy. I suggest that you purchase these cards by participating in the “Narata Storytelling Cards” Kickstarter campaign.

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