Waking Life Prelude
Yesterday an exterminator visited my home and informed me that he would like to go to St. Lucia to honeymoon — he and his fiance are marrying in August of this year. I asked exactly where the islands were. He pulled out his phone and showed me the map and they are northwest of Trinidad. I did not give it any more thought.
I am almost certain there are no coincidences in life as the Universe is too horribly mathematical for that…
I was home and looking out of the window during the spring season. I noted that many caucasian couples were planting on the first day of spring as if their lives depended on it. I then looked at an old tomato plant that I had, which I thought had died, but it was full of fruit. I was very excited.
Suddenly the dream changed and too tall Natives were standing in front of me in Native gear. I have had numerous dreams of natives in the past. These men did not have shirts on and their skin was tanned, almost brown. The taller of the two was very handsome and smelled really good, sort of woodsy. I touched his skin and it was very smooth. All of my senses were active (I recently had a medical eye procedure and I am observant of changes in my inner vision as well). I believed him to be my husband. His companion was also his protector and he was shorter and not as handsome. They both had long black hair and wanted me to wait behind for them so that they could go where ever they were headed. They said they would come back to get me.
I asked them where they were from and he told me some place that started with an ‘O’. He said it was an island northwest of Trinidad. He said they had powerful magic there that I should know about, something like shamanism or animism.
Suddenly we were at a church function and I saw my aunt sitting with an occult item and a bible (she is a Christian in real life, and is my aunt by marriage who happens to look like the Native I was speaking with). I was surprised she had the occult object and there were preachers there and tables full of golden earrings. The object she held had a painting of fire on it.
I did some research and can only trace the location my dream husband referenced to one of the Indian tribes of Orinoco, likely the Warao or the Caribs who are into animism. Some of the south Caribbean and South American natives in that vicinity have been known to make occult objects of serpentine or ‘green stone’. I recently purchased a few serpentine pieces from an African dealer and one of them is very large. My purchase of serpentine stemmed from a dream I had in early 2015 where I was told I should acquire Chyta, which is another name for serpentine.
My dreams have changed since the purchase of these pieces, becoming more clear. I will continue to observe the possible effects of my eye surgery and the art pieces on my dreams.