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1a. voice of god?
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1b. Re: voice of god?
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2. Indian Reservation - Thoughts Welcome
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1a. voice of god?
Posted by: "[EMAIL PROTECTED]" [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Date: Sat Aug 5, 2006 8:43 am (PDT)
traveling right away from my dream i sound like this and i hear this ahead
of me it is the sound of the number 6 on your touch tone telephone dial pad
or Ff# above middle "c" indicated on the first space of thet treble staff in
musical notation
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1b. Re: voice of god?
Posted by: "[EMAIL PROTECTED]" [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Date: Sat Aug 5, 2006 8:50 am (PDT)
purple lens sunglasses allows me to translate dreams into peace
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2. Indian Reservation - Thoughts Welcome
Posted by: "Sapphyre" [EMAIL PROTECTED] themorpheusmoth
Date: Sat Aug 5, 2006 11:37 am (PDT)
I dreamed I lived (as a white person) on a
reservation. I was accepted by most tolerated by the
rest, seemed an ok existance. I was in a fury because
someone had killed a friend from the rez in a car
accident of some kind. I was yelling that this man
would pay for killing my friend I'd see to it. The
scenery was dark, it was dusk in a wooded area like
where I live now (there is a rez about an hours drive
from here). I went walking down first one dirt road
then another, I think just trying to calm down and
clear my head. I kept reminding myself to hold my
head up or they wouldn't respect me.
I kept getting awakened by a litter of pups in my room
and when I finally went to sleep for long enough I
went BACK into the dream and dreamt I was at a trial
or a tribunal or something with the man on trial that
killed my friend except he wasn't dead he was in
court. I was at work or in a store and a large indian
man came to tell me "Carl" (my friend apparently)
wanted me to speak for him and I thought "well he must
not be dead". I went to court and with me I had one
of our dogs, a little white terrier dog and my arms
were full of books and a magazine on pagan themes. I
looked around the courtroom as this same large Indian
was asking me questions and saw a thin indian man
sitting in the front row of the court and he smiled
and nodded at me (this apparently was Carl) and I was
glad he was alive. And suddenly the large Indian had
a lot of paint on his face and his clothes were
disheveled and he asked me something like ... 'how
could this have come out better' ... and I said 'well
things would be fine if he hadn't driven his car into
my friend!' and the large indian approached me,
slipped a tightly rolled bunch of bills into my hand
that I then slipped into a small hole in a jacket I
was carrying and I started to leave and was awakened again.
-Sapphyre
It is one of the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power
of perception is also the limit of all there is to perceive. - C.W. Leadbeater
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