Dream Sequence

It was Thanksgiving, and I went home to Louisiana. People were celebrating in some of the strangest ways. Everyone was living outside in these make shift houses that were all lined up in a row in a giant field. It was a festival. There were many familiar faces: my extended family & people I went to high school with.

Each house was set up in its own way, and built with different things. Some had canopies, some had barbecue pits, and others were just plywood slapped together.

Night had fallen, and I became bored. I started to wander around visiting others to pass the time.

I saw the Costa family, but Chris was not with them. I visited with them for a while. They were having Catholic rituals by using the computer. The graphics on the screen were a row of squares that would move and sparkle, and each square had a letter in it. I believe it spelled faith.

The next day, there was a group of high school friends, and they were all skydiving. There was no plane. Stephen Stasioisky was there, and he offered to go with me. We were to take these small candies that were black and tasted and looked like sprees.

I took the candy, and I immediately regretted my decision. But, I was too late. I was immediately in the sky. I was above the clouds, and I wasn't falling. It was like I could maneuver in the air. I was only wearing shorts and a parachute.

I remember the clouds. It was Dusk, and the sun was setting far ahead of me. Stephen was in the air with me, and we had become connected somehow spiritually. He told me we would have to go back down, but because I didn't know how to get down, he grabbed me proceeded downward.

Once I got back to ground, I realized that I had done something up there that was worth praise. I walked around boldly as if I understood the method of "skydiving" completely after one visit.

Dream Sequence

I saw nameless; We were going to a meeting of sorts; perhaps it was a Celebrate Recovery meeting. We found out that there were terrorists in the room that we were going to. So we ran. At this point we  were outside of the building, and the landscape was desert terrain.

We were hiding behind this wall when the terrorists found us. We ran. Nameless; was shot twice. I can recall seeing him standing there telling me that he had been shot.

The dream jumps scenes, and I'm in this room during the night with Nameless;. He's laying in a bed that takes up most of the room. This room is on the second floor. He was dying there. We had relations, and then it seems he disappears as if he was never there. I wandered around this building for a while.

The next scene jumps to me on the balcony of a high rise apartment which was where I was living. I had gotten word while I was out there that he had died. I played my according in a B minor round. There were three girls on the building across from me on the very top who were listening to me.

Dream Sequence - the Jackson's and Family Secrets

I was very close friend a with Michael Jackson. I spent a weekend with him indulging in the finer things. While I was at his house I had learned about some secret documents he had. Two papers in particular. I was prompted by some press to give them the in to these documents. He was Living in very gross hoarder-like conditions. His never land ranch had already been take away from him, and he was living in a small and modest home in North Louisiana.

I would be leaving soon, and I met with a woman who would have me expose him. He was getting ready to go on tour or something along those lines. He didn't realize that he had left these two documents out. He left. Then me and another gentleman went back into his house found the paper, and I took pictures of them with my cell phone. As we were sneaking in there was a police car out side of the house with its blue and red light on spinning in the front yard, as it pulled in from the street, but it didn't see us.

It seemed like Michael and I were sexually involved to some degree, and that these paper would expose him in that way somehow. After I obtained the files this woman who was thin pretty and dark headed picked me up. I knew she worked for some type of government entity. I was afraid for myself because I had been using drugs, and she knew that. Either way, she was friendly, and thanked me for my help in the case.

I went back to Michael's house the next time he was there, and the media had already taken their toll on him. I remember that I couldn't look him in the eye, but I wasn't sure if he knew that I had anything to do with leaked information. The man who was with me the night that I copied the documents was there before I got there. We had betrayed him.

My time with him was over and I was on my way home with my Mother. I wasn't sure if she had known what I'd done.

Traveling home we came to a fork in the road, she told me that I was headed the wrong direction, and unless I turned around I would be headed to Arkansas. I was driving a vehicle with a trailer on the back of it. There were other people in the street at the fork: people bringing there kids to college for the first time. This led me to believe I was in Ruston.

My mom began to tell me a story that resembled much of what had just happened with Michael Jackson. She told me this as the dream changed scenes. Her narration became what I saw. She explained to me that back in the 80's something pretty nasty went down between my family, intermediate and extended, were audited along with a big oil mogul and the Haynes family for some pretty shady activity. The details were never divulged.

She handed me a maroon folder with gold embossed lettering on it that contained all of the secret that she spoke of.

I could see a curio cabinet or shadow box in the vision of the narration that belonged to my grandmother. It had many memorable items of real life. It was on a lazy Suzanne type of turn style, and could be kept behind glass. At this point of the dream the two narratives of what happened with Michael Jackson and the latter with my family seem to become blended and confused .

Towards the end of the dream my mother and I are talking, and she is ending this epic tale and secret. She goes on to say that I should read the information for myself, and that since I held nothing against the family in ignorance that I shouldn't let what I'm about to find out change my perspective.

I woke to the following on the radio: Novelletta Composer: Giuseppe Martucci, Conductor: Francesco d'Avalos

I feel as though many of the details have been removed from my mind upon waking and writing.

Threads - - - The Belt of Truth

Ephesians 6 referes to the ever common and familiar concept of the armor of God; Ephesians 6:12 - Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand...

14; Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist; | and then, I'm brought to these scriptures of truth stating affirmation and boldness:

Colossians 1:15 - He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning  and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. For god was please to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether thing on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross. - Colossian 1:15-21

It even continues further to confirm salvation through the cross; however, for an opening statement of faith I think that this will due. And though this statement is clear in what it means, the Bible or The Word confirms its syndication and it's proof of purchase in Romans  saying:

Romans 1:20 - For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature--have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. - Romans 1:20

I like the connection with armor in the bible. Christ is something that we cloak ourselves with: an armor, with his word as his weapon. Ephesians 3 goes on to explain the element of the "inner man" or the "inner being": that which is intangible. I can imagine the human condition being something like hairless monkeys running around an orbital ball in the middle on no where, and  whenever God decided to have hand to hand contact with the mushy meat mammals of Earth, the thing he does is gives us a shell to crawl into - and doesn't call us to fight, but to stand in him

This is the belt of truth -- and what I've come to know of it.

Let Freedom Ring in Acadiana

I was in Louisiana this past weekend. I've been feeling more and more disconnected with the state of my internet presents. What is this maintenance with a technological record book? I want to write, but the truth is that I don't exactly have a formulated opinion about much that's worth talking about. I see this wasp and this cardinal. The imagery comes from the dead bird I swept off the roof of my grandmother's house in Louisiana a few weeks ago. It's eye was gone leaving the socket. I can't remember if ants were eating it or not, but the picture goes along with the theme. It ruffled again whenever I returned to my grandmother's house this past weekend, and found another reference to the bird. It's a bottle of Bird of Paradise cologne. It's cast red glass in the mold of the bird. Fitting isn't it? Even more so, this isn't the first time that an antique Avon bottles have made it into my hoard of creative totems. None the less, there has been a blast of expressive energy entering my system. This time I can build this one aware.

neighbors

Tonight, as a watch a great documentary, I walk outside for a cigarette; the man and his wife who just rented the apartment next to me are bringing boxes up the stairs. I pause to myself to note that this is the first day of a new season of my life.

Praise be to the Father for such a thing: that we move through our lives weaving through the vines of life around us, and he stays consistent among us.

O' Ancient of Days

 

Dream Sequence

A mountain, Along the ascent there were different thing.

There didn't necessarily occur in the order in which I am recalling them.

Nathan Brow and Bobby Kaznoon were in the with me at this academy or school of sorts. We were all three working together. Nathan and Bobby went off to lunch together, but I went to lunch alone.

The primary location was reminiscent of the seventh grade and the class rooms there. Ms. Liprie's class room in particular. I can recall there being visqueen draping partitions.

Another stage: I could see the location of where we were from aerial view. I could see the facility where I was, and I could also see a neighborhood with swimming pools and a few houses just below the academy. Dylan Oubre lived in this neighborhood.

The third stage of the dream was back in the academy. I was in a class room with my peers: people from the seventh grade era of my life. In particular I saw Keandra Augustus.

Dream Sequence

There were turtlesThere was New Orleans

There was my grandfather, and his hunting land. He said that he would rather stay out there. He'd set up deer stands in trees, and whenever he was finished them, he'd abandon the whole outfit--leaving behind important supplies like toilet paper.

The last bit, I was in school. I saw a genealogy. The first of all musicians. Adam and Eve, showing the baby Jesus to The Lord as a sacrifice. Dylan Oubre's mom was teaching. In the last moments she asked one of the student to give a demonstration of how to do the homework. He began to read over the lesson in song. Singing the assigned numbers and names. I could see from his perspective, and the text that he was reading from.

The song he was singing. Am--G--D... And the word "September" was being shouted by the choir behind him.

Dream Sequence

I dreamed, There were at least three stages to the dream that I can remember.

It started with me being at my my grandmothers house with my sister Becky, but the house didn't belong to my grandmother. We were visiting my mom there. We were young, but I our current forms.

I was traveling.

The second part led me to someone's house that could only be described as Lady Gaga. It was as if I was spending the night with this woman. We had sex together. We slept on the second floor of the house we were in. There was little furniture I the room.

The third scene, and most easily recalled was in the swamps of Louisiana. Perhaps I was below the US boarder. I was wearing boots, khakis, and a green striped button down shirt.

I was walking through the swamps and I stumbled across an indigenous people group who lived in the muddy waters. I stumbled upon one family: the mother in particular.

Her house was built into trees, and she had many children. I had short conversations with her daughter as well.

In talking to the woman, I asked her about what she'd do whenever hurricanes would come. She had no answer because she couldn't understand my language.

I saw men of people driving around in old Chevys. They would drive through the water, and I was able to see the depths of the water. Where the water was too deep the trucks would float.

Behind us a road appeared. It was wooden, and sat atop the water. I decided to follow it towards a clearing in the trees. I passed by a man, and asked him what was up the direction, he said that's it was a boat Dock, and that there was no one there.

I was looking to get home so I went towards the dock. I found a large congregation of white people there. Many people were eating at a restaurant there. I had only coins in my pockets, so I was unable to get any food or a snowball.

I decided to call my dad to see if he could come and get me be Use it was getting dark, and I wouldn't be able to walk through the swamp at night. My phone was almost dead, and my dad could barely be heard on the phone. He asked me where I was, and from a business card that I got from the counter of the restaurant. I was in Goo-man, Louisiana... Or Goumau... Or Something along those lines.

My dad asked me how I walked from Baton Rouge to Gouman. I wasn't sure, but I was glad that my dad knew where I was.

By night fall I could see some buildings, and signs of western civilization. Also along the peer I there was a casino boat. That was when I knew that I was still in the states.

Then I awoke.

Dream Sequence

It started with me at the Patterson Truck Stop.My boss, Bart, was there. He was sitting at the bar, He had been drinking too much. He had just walked out of the casino. We had mild conversation, and in his inebriation, he told me that he had found my music on the juke box, and played it. From that he went on to tell me that he saw Lexus Berthalot and her mother in the casino, and in the conversation we found that he knew them too.

At that point the scene switch, and I was in Humble off of 1960 and Timber Forest. My apartment complex was located where Coach's Bar was, and in the same shopping center was a piano store. I went I with Bart initially.

The store was giant with lots of warm tones, deeps reds, and vintage lighting.

Walking around we looked at all the pianos, and I found many different kind. I sat at a harpsichord, and attempted to play it. The keys were loose and wiggly.

Bart exited the sequence, and my dad and Ms. Barbara came in the store. I was excited to see them. I played many of the pianos--but only recall one having the appropriate sound. It was light brown without stain on the wood. It was also one of the only ones there that was normal in size.

Out of Egypt & Stories in Exodus

In my life and through out my indoctrination I have know very little about the Jewish people, or the linage of Jewish people that led up to Jesus. So with that, Old Testament studies are the topic of discussion. Questions have risen for me early in the text of Exodus as I hear about the life of Moses. Since I've seen the "Prince of Egypt" more often than I've actually read the text my thought process is altered to say the least.

I'm curious of Moses' status in Egypt. I wonder how high in ranks he really was; I'm sure it was low enough that he would see death for killing the Egyptian man--clearly NOT above the law of the land.

I'm also curious of the state of worship in the land of Midian, after he left Egypt. Was Moses worshiping other gods under Jethro, only to encounter the Lord at the bush?

Furthermore, how was he reared in Egypt? The text reads as if he knows who Aaron was---so did he even know he was Jewish?

As wonderful of a movie is think the Prince of Egypt is, IT IS HORRIBLY MISLEADING.

----Not to mention

the whole part of the story where God is about to kill Moses because his son isn't circumcised. What did that look like? and How did they know that was necessary to keep the Lord from taking their life?

Black Fish

I watched the documentary called "Black Fish" last night while house sitting for my sister. It was a really sad story about a large killer whale in captivity who has killed people on multiple occasions.

It's available on Netflix for those who are interested.

Thanks to Kyle for suggesting the film.

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