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Just arrived in San Francisco for pride. It was my first time driving my car this far, at first it wasn't that nice because of all the hills before the San Joaquin Valley but it was smooth sailing the rest of the way. I'm staying at my friend Ifa's place. It looks like a rendition of what I'm thinking of making my house to be. Angela and Jill are here too, they're sleeping in Ifa's room. This should be a fun weekend. |
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I had one of the most interesting dreams I've had in a long while that I remembered in a flash, so it's not very long.
I'm traveling through this desert with these people I knew, I guess it was like with family or somehting. We arrived at this huge building that was shaped like a tower, but it was probably a lot larger than any tower on this Earth. We had arrived in our room [it might have been a hallway towards our room] and all the people I knew walked towards the window to look at the scenary. From a glance inside the building, I could already see the orange red landscape. It was a huge vast desert that looked like the martian landscape. There was something like mist flowing down from the top of the building to help moisturize the already dry air and cool it down for people going out onto the balcony. I can see pools of water in the landscape, but it was like everything was drying out. I think there were pumps to extract whatever water there was from underground.
One of my siblings I guess was sitting outside wrapped in a blanket saying that it was cold. This sibling was pale pink white with strikingly blue eyes that pierced you as you looked into them. I could understand that she was cold because of her genetic anomolies, but she was a clairevoyant as well and she spoke to me telepathically. I had 2 other siblings, both female as well, but with darker tanned skin with less provocative eye color; blue, green, and brown I think... and she seemed very warriorlike, she had a masculine stance and dressed like an amazon woman would. The other one I could not see as well, she was more of a shadow.
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Had a few dreams this week, one on Monday and one on Tuesday.
The first one to note, I barely remembered any part before I reached an area with this wonderful shining of morning light. I was escaping the underworld, yet again, but this time I was in the form of a gargoyle human hybrid. I was trying to get away from the demons deep under but at the same time my friends were there cheering me on. My friends were demons too, but they were unable to physically help me in any way. They were all on the walls here and there cheering me on, I felt a heaviness that the darkness had brought upon me and it just wasn't nice. I finally reached the surface, a beam of light struck my arm as I was climbing on the wall, the place looked like an ancient greek building that had crumbled over the years, plant life had sprouted all over, it was like a rainforest (part of a planet where they had rainforests near the poles). Anyway, as the sun beam struck my arm, I felt it's warmness surge through me, a new energy coming in. I turned to stone, my sleeping state, I fell asleep and just absorbed and absorbed all day. It was nice... |
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So, I keep hearing about this Virginia Tech thing from various people, my class for Fear and the Media in particular as well as fellow coworkers, but truthfully I'm not feeling a lot towards it right now. I mean I do, but it's not overt within my consciousness. It doesn't seem too important as of now within my thought processes because for one I just thought, "Oh great, another one" like it was nothing but a little annoyance that the media will just keep feeding on. I mean yes, honor those that have died but seriously, when some other bigger thing happens, will we truly remember? My Fear and the Media professor said that there has been several of these types of shootings over the past 20 years. One reason why you don't hear about it a lot is because of the name of the school, what school will advertise the occurence of a shooting?
It's pretty surreal right now for me. I'm kind of lost in my own world and thoughts. Even today I was telling my coworker/friend Jeff that my information of words have seperated from my images and other meanings. Meaning, I'll have thoughts but no words will be attached to them. It's faster, more efficient in processing, but not being able to bring the words out into solid ideas that everyone can grasp through regular verbal communication is hard for me at the moment. I like how it's going though because of it's efficiency, but it's no way to live at the moment... My friend Chrissy even said it's more efficient, that if people were telepathic we'd communicate this way, at least that's what I think she said. This way of thinking tends to happen while I'm asleep, I guess I'm bringing my subconscious mind into my consiousness...
I have work tomorrow so I need to get going. |
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Oh Mind of Minds, I seek thee this eve...
One as cavernous as mine as well as illuminated.
Perchance thou art wandering within thyself and art lost in the way of love such as I.
Who shall be the first to return to this realm to seek one another?
Thou knoweth thy perfect description, that is me...
And thee I know to be mine...
Seek me no longer in the realm of thy mind,
Ground thyself for the sake of my heart...
As ye wait for my call, I wait for yours...
I have awoken from this dream of thee... Hath thou awoken as well? |
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I had a dream this morning that was pretty dark and grim. The ambient energy was just night and dark. All the people that I knew were turned into shit. Literally shit, but they still had the good part of them that still existed in this yellow/white energy that was on the shit. I knew that if I collected them I would be able to regenerate their physical beings so I began to extract from each piece of shit, not touching of course, I was using my telekenetic abilities that I usually have in my dreams. I was almost done, my left hand holding the people I knew, and my alarm goes off. I woke up still feeling the energy entities still within my left hand, but it soon dissipated because I had to turn off my alarm...
Apr. 12th, 2007 @ 12:51 pm
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| » Saturn in the 6th House |
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Saturn was found in your sixth house at the time of birth. This is a very faithful position. It indicates that your destiny will be fulfilled by overcoming obstacles in achieving success in your work. There is, however, a strong liability to become ill due to self privation or lack of personal care; in short, you may occasionally suffer and feel frustrated because of your health condition. The physical ailments that may occur most often are colds, respiratory disturbances, bone problems, spleen infections, rheumatism and related problems. Yet do not be depressed by these statements. As previously stated, the celestial bodies only give inclinations for certain events, but do not determine these exclusively. It rests in your own will to either prevent them from becoming problems or to fight back intelligently when they occur. In addition, much will depend on the astrological aspects of Saturn, that is, whether they are negative or positive (in this respect please see other paragraphs as they may give you better information in reference to your health.) In general, your work orientation and general health may be difficult at times, but you have enough willpower and stamina to make the best of them. Even if you find problems in working and you may also be distressed by your relationships with subordinates or fellow employees, you can prove your reliability by doing your duty and taking responsibility for the general work process. Most of the more unfortunate circumstances should be regarded as tests of your character and viewed in this manner, you may obtain much enrichment in your psychic life from this knowledge and experience of pain.
Apr. 12th, 2007 @ 02:36 am
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I had a dream the night before last about that dead girl from the grudge going after my sisters and me. She had already gotten my two younger sisters and was about to get my sister Anne. I sacrificed myself first so that she wouldn't get Anne, but she never came. The whole negotiating thing happened telepathically with imagry and emotion, no words.
I was put in a perdicament today at work. While helping a coworker, Jefferey, I was put in charge of everything. I let Jefferey go home after he finished his section, but I did not realize how bad dish room was. I went in there to help, but soon found Andrew had to leave because he had class. He usually stays so I know he wasn't lying to me. Next Brenda persistently negotiated with me giving excuse after excuse of why she didn't want to be there. I finally said fine because there were a few people still left there. I told one of the new girls to help me unload the machine while I helped loaded it. Without any say, she just up and left, and the other workers left leaving me there behind by myself. The supervisors came out of their meeting and asked what happened. They helped me, I was stressed, feeling embarrased, now angry especially at that bitch Brenda. I was tired, I really didn't want to argue.
I need to learn how to be an asshole...
Apr. 11th, 2007 @ 12:37 am
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I participated in my first protest just now. It wasn't what I expected because it didn't last that long. They said it was just to present Black and Decker the Polluter of the Month award.
Jesse wanted to take a picture of the class around the trohpy (for polluter of the month) so that he could post it on the UCR website. I held the sign upside down... so we took another one.
I'm heading out to the Antiwar protest tomorrow. I'm wondernig how that will go...
Mar. 16th, 2007 @ 12:34 pm
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| » Empty Shell |
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My lunar return, this day has wrought,
My tears do flow like something not sought.
It quells all my mind in sadness and fear,
In depths of deep water, I do dis'ppear.
For ne'er I thought, as I float on this sea,
Will my boat o'erturn, and overcaste me.
In darkness I cry, with no one around.
I'm dragged to depths where I touch the cold ground.
I seek not today, of things I explore...
I seek my dead shell, beached 'pon the new shore.
Mar. 15th, 2007 @ 09:51 pm
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