Today I dream..I am asleep..Today I dream I am asleep..lying in bed without voice. without utterance..knowing I am in dream state..hearing the sirens ringing in my head...over and over getting louder and louder..realizing in this dream state..I am not alone..in the next room..there lies a family member. I do not like not being able to move, having no utterance, not being able to speak.nor having a voice..in my dream state I think I will take control...with everything inside of me..I seemly force my lips to speak..I feel my lips utter that family member name..lois, lois, lois. my sister could not hear me. for she was asleep. but I kept trying while all the while the siren are going off. It came to me that I should pray..this was my only vice..for I am asleep..noone will hear me, not even in my dreams. so I prayed..what is it that I prayed..O memory leave me not!..I remember now. What power do I hold even in dream state..A memory return to me..I remember the lesson God taught me.It was God speaking to me right now. I spoke the words in my spirit. God did not tell me it was a good day to die.So I will speak! and I will awaken!...whether it be in this life or the next..I will have power of utterance and my lips shall move and my words will flow..I will call out..So I begin to call out .I call out again..ever hearing the sirens going off.. Aha! My lips move I hear utterance..alarms..quietly ceasing..my eyes open..I am AWAKE. Heart still racing..what did I learn from this state of my mind..was I dreaming or was this actually my state of mind?..Awake yet Sleep, or Awake and in Sleep..Could this be a state of mind of many of us?..wanting to utter, yet no voice come from our lips. Sleep unable to wake?, alarms and warning going off around us ? Not realizing the power is given to us and lies bury deep inside us..to control the outcome..of all situations..by becoming connected to the inner being, the soul, the spirit..that is able to connect or disconnect with God. given to me the power of knowledge, to be able to solve many issuses in our personal lives or not to solve.. depends on your connections. if the soul is not connected..then you will snapped, or become disullusional, mentallly incapable, or emotionally unstable..which can lead to nervous breakdown..or just plain Ole disconncection to the spirit. Having a Voice means to be connected with God.for some others it may mean believing in another Higher power. In remember the dream..I had no voice, utterance, speech or control. By connecting with my soul and spirit..I was able to harness the POWER..The Power that God gives each one of us. that is so often not use to connect with the spirit, your spirit, your soul, your body which is connected to God..Praise God..Wow.:) Thanks God for the Revelation..This Blog is for you God.:)
P.S. Sister sorry for using your name..but, You are my big sister..and I do count on you and love you dearly..
August 07, 2010 a very hot summer day, a visit to the fishing inlet with caution to swim at your own risk. The tide high the current strong I dare to enter the ocean. Water around my ankles takes me down and under with a blink of an eye. The water pulled me outward and I was unable to feel the bottom of the ocean. Quickly I push a fishing line away from my neck, the wave I was on breaks rolling me into the shore. Scared I try to stand but the strong water takes me outward for another unwanted dramatizing ride. Again I roll in towards the shore line, my head banging the ocean floor. The thought I would break my neck leaving me to believe today I will die. A second chance to stand on my feet the mean strength of the ocean pulls me outward one more time. The fear much greater then the moments before I call on my GOD! Please help me I cry in my thought….. Help me GOD. A third push onto the shore line with all my might I reach for my nephew’s hand. My shirt over my head, my bra, front and back pockets packed with sand, my hair frizzy and mucus streaming from my nose, I make it back to my seat on the dry sandy beach. My sister and daughter engrossed in talk take a moment to hear my story. Acting as if I was exaggerating they continue on with their conversation. Not one man, woman or child who could see me in distress stood, covered their eyes or acted as if someone was in need of help. Shortly after catching my breath a crowd forms to my left as a man fishing is struggling with his pool. Curious myself I am amongst the crowd. To my dismay the man reels in a humongous sea ray. Thinking dear Lord I was in the water with that beast? I turned to my family and state its time to leave. Steve Irwin was killed by a sea ray and you bring me here to swim? Laughter erupts from my family members in disbelief that I actually knew the man’s name and that a sea creature took his life. Later that evening I find my head has multiple lumps. Feeling grateful to be alive without broken bones, a hospital stay or amnesia I am hurt know one seems to show love or concern. Six months later the contusions are still on my head, often they hurt or burn and some times itch; but I am alive and able to tell my story. Within the past forty-five days a repeated dream haunts me. Each night the same dream leaving me a piece of new information. Over time I learn a female her name Rose (last name forgotten) born in 1902 in Wilmington, Delaware was swimming in the Delaware Shore. She was taken out into the deep waters that carried her many townships away from where she entered the water. Her lifeless body washed up on shore and her remains never claimed. The last dream with all the pieces of the dreams put together Rose was telling me to claim her remains and to give her a proper burial. She told me what information to put on her stone and what type of flowers for the services. The only thing I do not know is where to collect her remains. So what does this dream mean? Why does Rose come to me in my dreams seeking help? Did she know GOD? Why did this dream seem so real and vivid? It was quit scary; she came to me in my home; like a haunting. It’s almost like my life was almost taken in the same like manner as Rose’s life ended but I called upon GOD for help. GOD heard my cries and saved me. Rose on the other hand did not call upon GOD. She panicked and drowned. Rose still unable to RIP because she was never found by her loved ones. God again I call on you, if Rose is real may you comfort her and may she finally rest in peace.
ReplyDeleteJoeli.This blog was so profound to me..I had to share it for myself and for others..I follow you on this..this was very unnerving for me and I can see as well as for you..God is Good. Thank you for sharing your dream/vision and the interpretation of it..and for having a listening ear to Rose..I pray that God gives Rose peace and comfort also.@ You knew to call on God..I see you have the keys to your mansion..For my father has many mansion..I go to prepare a place for you..Joeli are you a writer..bc..you write beautifully..Seriously, you need to blog and share, or least do short story. Joeli when I blog..I Blog for myself in hope it will help someone if only one..You are Beautiful..I Heart:)
ReplyDeletetoday is February 12, 2011 Saturday evening @3:52
ReplyDeleteI'm trying this again, I just want to say to my sister Mena, life is what we make it, and with prayer, maybe your life experiences can help someone. It's so amazing how we never really know ppl, even our loved ones, we may know some of the story, but not all, By reading your experiences, this gives me a better insight on who you really are. You didn't, and neither did I have the slightest idea that you would be one of God's servants, I mean true servant, ppl always want to look back on a persons past, but you know that's really just what it is, our past, but we and I know you have, learn from the past, and that's why we can share with others, because we've been down that road before. Not that we're so holier than God, but it's to help someone not make the same mistake as we did. Grant we all will have our share of wrong decisions or choices which ever you want to say it, that's the way it is. But to you my sister Mary, Mena to your family, don't stop letting our Father use you in His own way, not your's, cause you know we mess up anything, to help others. I'm enjoying every time I read. And to Joeli, my fb friend, aqnd sister in Christ, such an amazing story, yes it is hard for ppl to believe, because they don't know the powers of our Father, and maybe someone will read your story and even without a last name, might know "Rose". I love you Mena, you to Joeli, ya'll keep writing, put your stories in book form, both of you!!!!!