Lucid Dream: Hall of Mirrors, Journey through Evolution

Last night, I had a very vivid, lucid dream, where the magickal mirrors in my astral living room, reflected images from parallel universes and different time periods.  Just thought I’d share…

I Knew I Was Dreaming When…

(5/5/2016 approx 4:30 am)

In the dream, I stepped out of my bedroom…I was living in my current home.

I thought I was awake.

Everything was so clear and I felt like I was just getting up as I usually do in the morning, but I noticed something.  When I opened the door to walk outside of my bedroom, instead of having a stairway at the end of the corridor, the house was one story.  Ah, sheeeit!  I ran into the living room yelling, “it’s a lucid dream!” because I don’t usually have them and I KNOW my house is not one story!

I wanted the Elders and Guides to know that I knew what was going on and that I needed some juicy answers, but I didn’t really have any questions because I was unprepared.

Bomber!

mirrorSo I was like, “Hot Dog!  Lucid dream time.”  I ran into the living room, which had my same altars, furnishings and oriental rug, except where there are currently pictures/portraits on the walls, in the dream there were large mirrors in ornate frames of gold instead, like the one in this picture. You could tell they were very costly, like ones you’d find in a palace, but I knew they were mine and that I was home.

I yelled out to nobody in particular, “Who am I?!?”  For some reason, I always ask that question in the presence of Deity.  I really don’t know why I asked that question again, however I began looking into a mirror on the far wall and this is what It showed me.

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Nobody was there, but me, at least no one that I could see.  I was drawn to look in a mirror because somehow I knew that if I did, it would show me my true self(ves) and this is what I saw.

I don’t know if I had on a space suit or if I was just some type of monster, but I looked like the thingamajig in this photo with goggle like eyes and hard, armored skin or a space suit of some type.

My head was huge.

I wasn’t afraid or did not think myself unattractive, just turned my head slightly to the side, curiously wondering what in the heck I was, however the mirror did not give me much time to figure it all out because soon enough, I morphed into bug woman.

Bug Woman?

Yes.  I was a bug, but I was a humanoid.  Now, if any of you follow my blog, you will know that long ago, I told you about an Egyption God/Goddess book that called out to me a few years back in a bookstore.  Once I finally bought it, after about my 4th or so visit to the bookstore, the store went out of business and became a wig shop.  Yep.  I live a Harry Potter kind of life.

I remembered that there were ancient bug gods in the book so I looked them up this morning because I was more of a beetle/waterbug looking thingee than an ant or bee.

BTW, large waterbugs or Palmetto bugs have plagued me since my high school gym days when one tried to fly at me in what I considered an attack.  I use to be deathly afraid of them, until I realized I could not live my life that way.  If I saw one, I would be paralyzed and prone to never go back into that space again.  I would not sleep, eat, breathe or rest until I knew the thing was dead — I think this was the only reason I married — so my husband could kill them for me.  I remember after being married, we saw one in the kitchen.  I yelled, “kill it!”

He said, “I’m not killing that thing!”

I got so mad and said, “what use are you!”  We are  now divorced for that and other reasons.

Anyhoo, I continue to sidetrack….One day, I got a broom, mustered all my courage and said, “Kowabonga!” like Ms. Piggy on The Muppets……I killed one and I lived…but I did not enjoy the experience because they have a lot of gook inside them.

Almost back to the dream….The house that I currently live in has a subterranean basement and you know what that means. Luckily for me, between my Shih Tzu, who loves them like shrimp, and my cat, all I have to do is sweep up the shells.  Scorpio, the Shih Tzu sniffs those things out like appetizers…..perhaps I won’t kill anymore….but I digress.

Okay so the bug god is called Khepri and he is “god of the first sunrise at the dawn of creation.  Kheper means to develop or come into being, according to the god/goddess book above.  Hmmmmm.

So Vampires Came from Outer Space?  Maybe, Maybe Not.

Then my last manifesation was as this slanted, white-eyed, small iris creature and I felt like I was some sort of vampire.  I loved the look and I had white skin, but I looked like me and vampire-nathalia-hunter-eyes-fangs-girl-nathalia-hunter-vampire-485x728knew I was looking at myself.  Instinctively, I growled at myself in the mirror in order to see my fangs, but unfortunately, my fangs were in and out, meaning they were holographing or morphing into my current teeth and things in the living room were starting to blur…….like they do when I’m about to wake up.

Damn!  They caught me.

I knew the end was near, but after a few seconds, I could not get my fangs back, but, at least while in the dream, I kept the eyes.

Then I woke up and was like, “wow!”

RT

On the Wings of Butterflies: A Dream Revelation of Osun [Oschun] and Yoruba

Recently we have been discussing in a Facebook group of mine revelations from spirit entities .  Last night I had the weirdest most revealing dream and the picture I have chosen to illustrate this post is an actual unretouched photo of a butterfly that appeared to me in August 2014 on the wall of my house.  The African queen on the butterfly’s wing is just as it appeared on the butterfly…..again I will say I have done nothing to retouch or edit this photo.

I Had a Dream.

I am in a large indoor auditorium, and many female family members from my father’s side are there to include his sisters, their children, my mother and oldest sister.  The only male person who appears in the dream is my son.  I am trying to find a seat and loads of people are coming in, but I plop down in this open seat before the others fill up.  Somehow I know my children are there and safe, though they are not next to me.

I do not recall if we saw a concert or a play, but it was immediately over so we began leaving the auditorium.  I took my little boy, who I met back up with, to the bathroom and then looked in the mirror while I waited for him.  I had my body and an old black man’s head!  In waking life years ago I met a lawn man at a college that I worked at.  He was an old, friendly, very black, groundskeeper and he asked me to marry him.  The old man was serious and I was nice to him because I thought he was a dear.  He complimented me all the time and said he had numerous young wives and many children even though he was very old, which we all use to joke about at work. I always wondered how a man in his 70s could work like that in the hot sun. Years later I ask myself, “who was he really?”  Now back to the dream….  Well it was his (the groundsman’s) head that I had and I saw him down the hallway and he had my head. Keep in mind, I had not thought about this old man in years!  My mother, who actually is a Christian in waking life, came up to me with a disapproving look as I danced around laughing in front of the mirror, picking at my jheri curls.  This was quite normal to me and I told her he was going to transform my head and give it back to me and I was instantly outside and he was doing magick on the ground and he removed a covering and I saw a beautiful head, many of them, with other nice things that people want, which he was creating.  I remember thinking, I’m going to love my new head.

Afterwards I met my other family in a waiting room and I asked to hold a cute baby girl and she started throwing up everywhere.  Her mom gave me one small, white cloth to clean it and the baby kept vomiting and it was getting all over me.  I could tell she was not sick because she had been playing, she was just overly fed.  Her mom then gave me some white tape to clean it with……tape?  The baby’s auntie walked in and I was like oh there’s your auntie, go to her and I held both her little hands and walked her over to her auntie!

As we were leaving my cousin asked her mom a question about what her mom use to do when people didn’t like her.  Her mom said you must keep moving ahead and let nothing stop you.

By that time I had my own head back.

Here is My Interpretation of the Dream

My immediate thought upon waking is that I am about to be joined to spirit and/or an actual physical relationship, which will transform me in a good way.  I believe the groundsman was actually a spirit being who appeared to me in the flesh to make a proposal.  At that time I did not understand spirit and thought he was just a human.  Apparently he believed in spiritual polygamy….LOL!  This may be why some people say the African Spirits will call you if they want to do business.

Baby vomit in dreams typically indicates getting rid of all negativity, which I have done and it sometimes means excess and overflow according to traditional teaching.

I think the baby is the African American community and she was vomiting all of the lies that she has been fed here in America.  The small white cloth and white tape represent the cover up and the attempt to clean up and whitewash these lies, which robbed African Americans of their heritage.

During this time of #Awakening, our #Ancestors have started to speak and teach us themselves with unmistakable accuracy backed by scientific proof!  We will continue to vomit the old lies until it is all OUT!  In the words of my mother, “it behooves us to listen.”

Osun Was a Manly Woman.

As I was searching for a picture of a woman with a man’s head for this blog post, I discovered something about Osun that we do not hear a lot about in America. In this country we picture her as a seductress or a beautiful temptress who easily tires of men, feasts on pumpkin seeds and likes bejeweled combs, brass, fresh water and the color yellow.

I am including an excerpt from the book “Women in the Yoruba Religious Sphere by Oyeronke Olajubu in which she details an account of male deities unable to progress until Olodumare advises them to seek Osun, who they say they have avoided because she is a woman.  The word Osun supposedly means “one who dyes” as in one who colors cloth using reds and indigoes.  Eventually they find some of her apprentices who know how to pray to her and what she likes and soon all of their drought and problems are corrected after they seek a goddess instead only male deities:

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1st excerpt

Olodumare asks them, “Why don’t you consult with her?”

They replied, “It was because she was only a female among them.”

Olodumare replied, “May it not be so. Osun is a manly woman.”

2nd excerpt

….They began to consult Osun for their plans. Normalcy returned to the world.

3rd excerpt

Hot woman who blocks the road (by flooding it)

And causes men to run. She keeps her beard

Because of war.  One who in fury causes troubles and chaos.

The powerful and huge woman

Who cannot be captured.

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According to Olajubu, Osun was a wealthy beautiful woman who is on record in Yoruban history for being a fighter and offering poisonous vegetables to Islamic invaders in the 18th century, causing Osogbo to win the Fulani war against Islamic expansion and takeover.  The king noted that he could not rule without her help.  She was venerated as a goddess in Osogbo, in the Nigerian state of Osun.  The Osun-Osogbo festival is still held there today along the River Osun. Her shrines there were declared a World Heritage site in 2005 and the traditional religion, Islam and Christianity are practiced in Osogbo.

True Story about a Different Dream from Earlier this Year

Early this year I had a dream where someone spoke  and displayed the words Oya, Oooyou and Owepi, which are Lakota words for various sections or types of family.  I am now learning they are also Yoruban words and serve to linguistically confirm the presence of Africans in the Americas prior to colonisation.  Oyipi represents the female ruling house of Osogbo, in the Nigerian state of Osun.  Oyo is a Yoruban city state in Nigeria and the old city was abandoned upon rumors of war, causing many to flee to what is now Osogbo.  They are all family or in Lakota tradition, owepi, which means someone considered of the same bloodline.

Recently I posted in a forum that a woman had introduced me to Osun / Oschun this year at a candle shop (yes it has been quite a year) and taught me how to dress the candles and what things Osun likes.  I thought it was for me to get a man lol, but it was actually for me to understand my heritage as a warrior and royal daughter of a Queen, which is much more noble.

It is time for women to arise and to seek the goddess once again.  You may say where do I start?  I promise you everything will be revealed and you can google many places that can teach you about traditional African spirituality.  There are certain Christian teachings you should keep and some you should discard.  We are not to disregard or disrespect the male for we are all one, yin and yang, and without each other, we are nothing, however we are to realize there are no limitations in women and that we should use the powers that we are given to make change.

Despite the fact that my heritage was supposedly stolen from me, my ancestors have appeared to me in dreams and on the wings of butterflies to tell me who I am.  Keep in mind there is more than one incarnation and we may have been of many cultures or we may have remained in the same bloodline as we passed from death to life to death and back to life again.

I am aware that #SandraBland was a serious Christian and I will not even attempt to undermine her faith.  I do, however, as I consider what she wore during her arrest and her 6 ft stature, believe that in some way she was also a daughter of Osun whether she knew it or not.

Sometimes you will meet people or see phenomena in waking life that carries over from dreams or your thoughts. Dreams and waking life are all on the same tapestry, just on different planes.

Everything you see in waking life is not physical or what you think it is so pay attention in life’s university for spirit may be speaking of things more deeply than you know!  You could be entertaining angels unawares or better yet, The Orisha!