My Prayer for the Lost Souls

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Dear lost souls who roam day and night;

I’m here to guide you with my eternal light.

It is time to break the chains that bound you to this plane;

 It is time to return to the source from whence we came.

Just know that you are not alone.

The cause to suffering is something I refuse to condone.

But, it’s time to let go of the pain you carry in your heart.

We will put all of the pieces back together; the same pieces that were torn apart.

Follow the light of the angels for they know the way.

Regardless of whatever happens, everything will be okay.

Follow the path that sparkles with light.

Once you reach the end, you’ll no longer have to roam by day and night.

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Dream Journal: Bridge Crossing Companion

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If I have a dream of someone who I feel close to giving me a helping hand, then what does it mean? Does it mean that we’re meant to be, that our paths have intertwined for a reason? Does it mean that maybe we serve a purpose in each other’s lives? Most importantly, what if we already know this person in real life?

In this dream, I was faced with the same obstacle over and over again. I felt fearful every single time I had to cross a bridge. It didn’t matter what the bridge was made of, where I was going, or what was waiting for me on the other side, I just knew I was afraid to cross every single one of them. Every bridge was made of wooden planks, twine, and rope. Some of the bridges were short while others spanned for a long distance. The bridges lead from different places such as a county flea market which featured tents and small buildings, a dojo on top of a hill which had a moat surrounding it, a simple gas station and automotive store nearby work, and places that had such weird odds and ends. A heavy fog would sit underneath every single bridge I had to cross. I had no idea how far down the fog went, I just knew that I needed to stay away. The thing that stood out to me the most was that there were voices that either encouraged me, discouraged me, or put me down while I was going from one side of the bridge(s) to the other. Sometimes I could see the individuals clearly while with others I could barely see them at all. I remember as I crossed these bridges, planks, people, and even random objects would fall off the bridge(s) I crossed.

One of the last few bridges I crossed led to an area that had the gas station, the automotive store, and a few small concrete buildings around it. One of my coworkers, we’ll call him Marco, who I’ve felt deep feelings for, saw how frightened I was. I cried softly and cowered in fear, explaining to Marco about being afraid to go alone on these bridges. Every bridge I went on felt like an eternity…. now that eternity turned into something else, something better. Marco was very kind to me. He put his arms around me, and came with me as I crossed the bridge. I felt bad at first because he had to drop some of his friends behind just to help me. But, in the end he felt content to do so for he managed to find some things along the way. It was a journey for both of us, a magical journey filled with bright colorful energy and life. Soon I was able to feel more comfortable on these bridges; it took forever for me to get over the fear I was feeling, but I got through it.

I tried to insist on taking on these bridges on my own, but Marco discouraged me from doing it. I thought maybe I was having a vision within a dream or maybe this was already happening, but the dream started to feel kind of distorted. I got onto a bridge and Marco was trying to tell me to get off of it. I started to hear all kinds of voices and saw people run back and forth around the different edges of the bridge. I was starting to feel unsteady when Marco said he would come back for help. I started to fall, but then a light force pulled me back up. It felt like Marco’s energy, but it also felt very benevolent. Maybe it was Marco with a helping hand, or something else. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that I woke up feeling bewildered… perhaps there is a much deeper meaning to this dream that I thought.

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Dream Journal: Vulnerabilities and Tattoos

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I had quite an interesting dream last night. Majority of the details in this dream were all directed to some aspect of my day to day life in my state of consciousness. Now, when deep down in the waters of my subconscious seems to reflect those same day to day aspects, but at such a deeper level.

The beginning of my dream is a tad bit fuzzy. The colors seemed off, but what I could make out was seeing a few of my co-workers in fuzzy black, white, and ROYGBIV spectrum fuzz. I could recall getting hurt at work and then one of my co-workers (we’ll call him Ty) managed to get me out of there and brought me to his house. I could not quite remember how I got hurt, but I remember so many people and things flying past me, it was so disorienting.

Anyway, I was brought to Ty’s house which was a beach style home not too far from the ocean and creek which was very similar to the one in my hometown. A few other co-workers made sure I got to some place safe, whatever the reason was I’m not entirely sure what I was being protected from. I remember being carried over into the guest bedroom of Ty’s home. His whole home had gentle white walls, different shades of blue and green furniture and tapestry, and light cherry oak colored cabinets and random thatch here and there. The light midday sunlight soaked through the windows and walls of this west coast abode. I was helped onto the bed and I saw that almost all of my clothing had been slashed in different places. In areas I thought I was bleeding or cut, there were vividly colorful tattoos there instead. There were really only a few areas on my body that were scratched or cut. I felt so unnerved and scared to have Ty try to examine me for cuts and bruises. I felt so vulnerable despite the fact that Ty and his partner were really kind to me while I was there. Ty was very nurturing, making sure I was alright and that I’d heal up quickly. I was allowed to stay for the night because of how bad my injuries were. I really couldn’t get up and moved and had a few casts on my limbs.

While I was there, Ty, his partner, and a few other friends came in to see how I was doing and just to hang out. Again I felt so unnerved and tense, but I did my best just to calm down and relax. I even felt my inner guidance ease me to fall asleep within my dream. Eventually I popped up fully awake in the dream freaking out about where I was, what time it was, and if I had to work. I undid a lot of whatever bandages were on me, from what I could tell was that some of them were taken off while I was asleep. Ty runs in to see what I was up to and I told him I had to go to work. He insisted that I stay put, relax, and not worry about it. I still managed to get up and move around with the best of my abilities. I was partially irritated because for some reason my wings (like I have wings, haha) were gone. Ty begged for me to stay put and to let him take care of everything. I had absolutely no freaking clue on why he was so frantic and almost in tears. When I mentioned the wings, he immediately took some cardboard scraps and started to form them into wings. I told him to stop and ran out of the room to the front yard.

As I was outside, I was urged to go back inside the house to relax and rest. Ty’s partner and a few other co-workers were outside in front of the garage and were wondering what I was doing. I kept bringing up that I couldn’t just not show up to work fearing I could get fire, no longer have an income, lose my home, etc. I was constantly being reassured that everything would be fine and that I could stay for as long as I wanted or needed to. I insisted against it and somehow angelic wings formed from my back, ripping more of my clothing, and I headed towards a dirt trail through the grass. Somehow I figured out very quickly that I was going to wrong way to work. I tried to call in to let the folks at work know that I was going to be a little late, despite the fact that I was already 22+ minutes late. Trying to get a hold of somebody was like pulling teeth, it was so frustrating. Nothing that anybody said made sense. Ty and the others were still urging me to go inside, but I still ran off insisting that I was ok, even though I felt pain in my body as I flew and ran. Other parts of the dream seemed to be phasing in and out of going to my old elementary school and finding people from work urging me to go back home, then I wake up from all of this dream craziness.

Lesson number one, watch what you eat- it could lead to weird dreams. Lesson number two, as weird as dreams can be, some of the motifs can unravel what is really going on in life. Lesson number three, learn to chillax when needed.

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Dream Journal- Part 2: The Archangel Encounter

(Note- due to size of dream journal entry, this will be a 3 part entry made up of 3 separate posts. This is part 2. Names and identities will remain anonymous.)

The affectionate night with Cain seemed to blend and bleed itself into a dream of soft, pastel, rose-colored streams of colored water that reflected ourselves sleeping with one another. I woke up with Cain standing behind me and found Janice and a few others still there in the morning. I was worried about her and asked where her significant other was. She told me that she had her boyfriend and not to worry. Well, I set up a special surprise and got her boyfriend to come to see us. He walked behind Janice and tapped her on the shoulder. She was ecstatic to know that he was there because he had been out of town for the longest time. They both kissed, walked off, and waved goodbye to me.

I turned towards Cain and we were starting to walk off as I heard my mom call to me. I run towards her and Cain had an expression of discomfort and worry on his face. I was excited to see her and gave her a hug. She told me about how she missed me and I expressed the same thing to her and we both asked each other a few mundane questions about our everyday lives. It was cut short when my mom sharply interrupted me and told me to drop every single thing that I was doing. I became ever so confused and asked her what she meant. She got even deeper as she told me to drop my job, my home, my surroundings, my friends, and now this new venture for it wouldn’t be good for me. She also told me she knew best and that I needed to come home. I kept trying to tell her that I couldn’t, even wouldn’t because I was happy. It didn’t seem to phase her at all and I just felt like part of me was being sucked in and couldn’t get away.

Cain told me it was time to go and I refused to leave, thinking that there was something wrong with my mom. She then tried to reach her hand out to me and told me not to go, crying hysterically. She started to morph and decay into a very nasty form that no longer even represented my mom. Cain grabbed me and said, “Come on Alex! Let’s go! You have got to let go of the past! Come on, let’s go!”. We both ran out of the stadium and into a completely different place from the school. I started to cry myself, feeling like part of me was being ripped away. Cain slowly walked up to me and gently carressed my hair and face, kissed me, hugged me and then stood in front of me with his arms on my shoulders. Our surroundings slowly started to morph into a softly sunlit green pasture with lofty trees and roaring mountains. 

In a gentle but stern voice, Cain explained to me how I had to drop my past and leave it behind me. I was hysterical and again felt as though something important was being ripped towards me. Cain was so patient with me, that I greatly appreciated. Anger started to grow more apparent on his face and I knew it was not towards me. He kissed me on my forehead, said I love you swiftly, and I said it in returned. He turned around and told me he would be right back and not to follow him. I asked for him to wait, but before I could go further, a few of my friends ran past me and followed Cain. Janice stopped for a second to tell me to stay here. I could hear a massive inhuman shriek coming from the distance as they ran across the stage and it morphed into a stone part of the mountain. 

I could no longer see them. I looked upon my surroundings and saw more hills, trees, and a body of water a few hundred yards away from me. I heard a soft male voice hit my ears and saw an angellic presence in front of me. To me, it looked like Archangel Chamuel. Long dirty blonde hair, soft rose white wings, a robe made of pinks, reds, and gold. His face looked immortal. I do not quite remember the message he protrayed onto me. But what I could understand was to not feel bad for others who have done wrong, don’t pity for people of the past, I’m doing the right thing, move forward, move on with my goals and dreams, have fun with friends, and stay with Cain. 

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-Alex

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Cosmic Brain Fog

Flowing and rowing through this again.

Magma flow burning my skin.

Why is this flow going through my head?

It hurts so much it makes me wish I was dead.

I wish not to die by the skin or the soul.

I wish for this flow to die by putting out the coal.

Success and love is my only goal.

And then I heard a voice say: ‘Walk slowly, speak softly, think slowly my dear.

Life within this moment and there will be nothing to fear.

Tread forward slowly like a gentle waltz in a marble ballroom.

What is going at the speed as the fastest land mammal in the world going to do?

Or even faster than the speed of light, do you really think that would leave you a clue?

I’m afraid it won’t, don’t you see? 

Flying at the speed with which your mind can only allow won’t set you free.’

So this whole entire time it’s been this Cosmic Brain Fog that has been slowing me down.

All of this stress, pressure, and scalding heat throbbing through my temple, third eye, and crown.

It was caused by nothing. Really? I find that hard to believe.

This society doesn’t think so, and sometimes neither do I.

As long as the fog dissipates from my eternal flow, then I don’t give a fuck.

I’ll go with the flow.

Dream Journal: The Dream I Wish to Forget

I hate this dream. I hate it with a passion. I wish I never had it. It just reminds me how much the ego and the mind can really get to you sometimes. Anyway, moving on.

I cannot quite remember where this dream started. What I can remember being on a porch that sat on an endless grassy field that stretched for what seemed an eternity. I had Laurie, my best friend and a link to my soul family standing in front of me. She was smiling and looking towards me as we remained silent. I could recall the smell of steak and other foods sizzling on the barbecue. It smelled amazing. Then all of a sudden a flash of a computer screen, an old boxy square one from the early 2000’s was right in front of me. I was sitting within a dark bedroom and I was chatting with dear Laurie online. We were having a fight of some sorts, I’m not too sure what about though. Its almost like as if part of me was enraging and ranting over nothing, but deep within myself I was dying. I wanted it to stop. One of my worst fears came true, Laurie told me she was going to block me and that we will never speak or see each other again. She also went talking about how she was going to go enjoy time with other people in my life. I remember screaming and crying at the stupid screen. I held my face and kept screaming “NO!” and “Why!?”. Someone came into frame and tried to gently pull me away from the computer. I was reluctant, but then eventually walked away from the computer.

All of a sudden, the computer flashed and my vision went back and forth between the screen of the computer, the grassy porch, and the inside of an open floor home seeing Laurie getting ready to serve a plate of food inside. There were a few others in there as well, but I could not tell who they were. Still feeling lost, disdained, and confused with the flashing imagery in my head. I grabbed towards one of them as the person who tried to pull me away from the computer said “NO! Hey, wait, what are you doing?”. What was interesting was that his presence never left even though I went through the portal. I was transported to the same open floor house where Laurie resided. I was frantic, yet relieved and excited to see her. She was happy to see me as always, and so was another gentleman who was there, different from the person who stayed behind me the whole time. I broke down and told Laurie what had happened and how upset I was, and she had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. I told her about the online chat and being blocked, there was one thing that she said that made a chill run up my spine. “Dear, that wasn’t me. I didn’t block you on Facebook or anywhere for that fact.” I asked who did, she shrugged and said “It was probably someone else dear, I don’t know.” A joke was thrown in there about a doppleganger. It made my blood run cold.

 

Laurie walked off with a gentle breeze and carefree demeanor into the outdoor yard. I asked where she was going, but then she disappeared. I had the view of a sliding glass door which had the view of a massive pool surrounded by columns, marble, and greenery. I heard a noise and ran to the left. The whole house morphed into what felt my old childhood home and something from a nightmare. A creepy old lady came up to me and asked what my business was, than told me to beware of the dark shadows and monsters that lurk the house at night. A dog-like monster ran past her and she pulled out a shotgun then loaded it. She told me not to worry and ran off with a loud ‘Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I’ll get ya fucker if its the last thing I do! Come here you little dirty rat dogs! I’ll get ya!’ and some other weird nonsense. The dogs didn’t seem to pay too much attention to me, even when I tried to stop them, they just nipped at me without physically touching me then running off. I saw flashes off so many strange things in my head, but couldn’t keep track of what they were. That concludes the dream I wish to forget.