Dreams explain my work in Purgatory & soul
searching on the way to see God Face to Face – a Life Review precedes it
pic below on the poster-I am sitting on the floor with my 2 trophies, 2d place Miss Americana & Best Body while Mr A is to the left & the man I preferred above him is behind me, lol
First,
saw scenes of myself visiting people in a dark place & we were all dressed
in black. One lady – me? -Wearing a top with full sleeves, large white polka
dots all over the black. The feeling
here was not depressing but somehow consoling. This was early in the night,
went on for a long time, I can’t recall more details but I know it was
Purgatory.
Next,
there was a man madly in love with me – Joe B - & he wanted to take revenge
on the guy I left him for long ago.
I
see him in the sky, in the middle of a type tree like a Xmas tree, but the
branches are not tight so you can see him clearly, almost naked, flying high
through the air to go get the man that took me away. He is to the right of me a few buildings
down, in this series of buildings one story high – he’s at the end, where I see
the entire walls are glass & old friends are residing there including
Honeysuckle Divine.
But
something strange happens. Instead of
continuing going in that direction, he changes course & starts heading
toward where I am, with my present male partner, & I am horrified! I want to hide, I find a door behind me, a
tight fit to open it & get in. My
male friend had not locked the door – forgot to say the tnrie wall is all glass
just like the ones down at the end, so Joe B can see us.
I
sneak into the dark room behind this room as Joe enters with his dukes up to
fight with this man. I sneak behind Joe,
& out the door, & down to that other place where the real transgressor
would be – not sure exactly why.
I
see like a few feet up, through the glass, many people of the past – they have
even multiplied as families have children, & they’re all sitting at tables
in colorful clothes maybe dining, - Honeysuckle is one of them - & they’re
all having a ‘good time.’
Somehow
the script changes & I’m looking for
I go
up the steep hill/mountain & do find him & he’s putting up a sign
against a tree lots of light red in it,
a large poster – he[s all alone. I’ve no
idea what the poster says but I say something like,
“I
don’t care” & walk away back down the mountain.
Then
I get involved with a biracial female who reminds me of one of the members of
‘Beat Bobby Flay,’ - she’s thin, with
glasses. I get into the car with her
& she’s helping me find
“He
just sought me out wherever I was & would STARE at me,”
meaning
that’s all there was. I’m trying to clear his name, people put too much into
it.
But
she drives too fast, & it’s very FOGGY & I keep telling her to slow
down – as we’re looking for that SIGN he put up or him - he’d be where the sign
is. But she refuses to slow down.
We
don’t find him, we head back down, again, she drives carelessly. Suddenly we stop with the car up against a
small tree to the right of it- resting on the tree {it’s about 8” in
diameter, hinting it has to do with a man’s penis, or his POV, his pain} so
it doesn’t fall over the cliff, as it’s very steep here & she says,
“We’ve
run out of gas!”
{means
there will be a point to be made here – notice the small tree we are resting
against, meaning we rest here, we’ve found something - & the dog or inner
sense finding the large bed of moist, goldeny cherry leaves, will explain what
we’re looking for! See below.}
And
I think she’s so careless she didn’t even check the gas before taking off. {The
SMALL tree we stop against is a small FAULT or cross, to be explained,
something for me to improve on.}
Now
I saw she had a dog, medium sized, longish fur – a mutt, who she had on two
different kinds of chains, one connected to the other; one chain finer. {Dog
is inner sense}
The dog got off the chain {off the chain is sense has become active} & ran down the cliff, now he comes back & below us are old leaves {mostly golden shades, elongated with one point} – 2-3 feet of them & he runs into the leaves & is submerged & comes back up.
Prior to this there
was the long dream of the huge Asian restaurant, & I’m here trying to be a server. There are many rooms, all beautifully furnished, many waitresses. I need to STAND by the side of the room against the wall, I’m wearing my own spike heels - black patent leather – elegant. I’m dressed to the nine’s, make a good impression. But have not yet got a change to wait on anyone, no one has called me.
I
sit at a table with many Asians wearing light green clothing, little women,
& ask them,
“Where
do I start? How do I start? Wait for someone to call me or go up to
them& ask if they need help?”
They
are kind of looking at me like I am so backward; don’t even know what’s obvious
or basic. But I need to learn.
And
there was an experience I was in a smaller room upstairs – There was a couple
having a meal. They were reaching for
all the amenities that were in packets – even the food – the way it is in fast
food places. I jump in & help them
with the packets although it doesn’t seem difficult & when we’re finished,
the lady says to me,
“Thank
you for the love,”
And
I tell this story to the Asians as if to say is this how it’s done? Just jump in & help & they get the
love?
One
Asian lady asks me why I want to work here.
I tell her,
“It’s
not the money – I am a millionaire. I
just want to work & help.”
And
as I said, this is an elegant place & I do it justice. My clothes are elegant & my shoes – they
gave me none of this, I supplied my own. The heels are about 5” tall, yet I
have no trouble walking in them. I make
a fine impression for the place.
MEANING:
*{I
trust some of this is a ‘life review’ but am not sure. The Joe B & Arnold part maybe. The Asian restaurant, no, that’s about
serving souls be they on earth or in Purgatory, as I have said multiple
prayers,
“Help
us ALL, especially the souls in Purgatory.”
I
definitely need help, Mother God, let’s start with Joe B He’s coming for revenge but he comes after
the wrong guy, not the past but the present.
What does this mean?
MG: It’s a review of men you might have hurt –
were you guilty of sin or lack of empathy? Joe being in a tree is extreme
pain. He comes back, his pain, to get
even with a man. But he attacks not what
happened long ago but the present. And
wh is with you today?
No
earthy man but St. Charbel who you channeled yesterday. So he comes up as if to attack St. Charbel
but the idea here is your conscience.
St. Charbel is here while you examine yourself - did you do something
wrong to Joe?
You
go back in time & there is Arnold, who you also hurt & he’s putting a
sign on a tree on the mountain. The sign
is light red, which means pain. Yes you
hurt him but was it a sin? You simply
did not give him what he wanted.
The
comparison is there: Two men who did not
get intimacy with you, men you rejected – was that a sin? You ask yourself.
But
last night you prayed & stated you had so many men wanted our body, is it
your fault you rejected them? Certainly
God, the Universe or life would not expect you to give all these guys what they
wanted – when they were attracted to your beauty.
“I
don’t care.”
And
so what he does doesn’t hurt any more.
ME: Who is the lady from “Beat Bobby Flay” who
drives me up the mountain, speeding in the fog, careless, we run out of gas
coming back, we don’t find what we were looking for – the dog on 2 chains is
loose, gets into that pile of leaves off the cliff, etc.
MG: Bobby Flay is a big celebrity, with a show
built around how great he is, can anyone outdo him cooking? And so,
Now
you are reviewing this & the dog is like saying,
“Did
you do anything wrong in a physical way or in a subtle or spiritual way, some
small fault? {The 2 chains} You with the
female can’t figure it out – bad driving on her part {but she’s a symbol of you
not understanding}, the fog, as you go up
This
might be saying ‘There was love there on his part but you gave him no credit,
just dismissed it as plain lust & not respectful. So he did not deserve
sympathy. The dog is saying ‘love,’ the
gold, moist leaves & being cherry leaves somehow speaks of innocence,
virginity. It could mean
So
that could be a slight fault on your part – not giving him the benefit of the
doubt - Never feeling sorry or sympathy for his pain.
There’s
another important comparison here – the two men, somehow, are similar. Joe B was madly in love with you & in
this dream, he wants revenge not against you but the man who took you away. There was no such man with Joe B – you just didn’t
want him. But with
The Restaurant
Here I’m trying to be of
service, to serve humanity/souls & I’m among those in Heaven, asking them
to guide me, how me how.
The
elegant outfit I wear is my spiritual attire or the Light/radiance around
me. The very tall patent leather black
shoes are mortification/death to self, a type of ‘being on the cross’ as the
shoes lift one up
The
small service I give a couple & the lady thanks me for my love shows I
managed to do some small service to someone – through my prayers.
The
Celestials here are kind of chuckling at me at my ignorance & naïveté.
ME:
Back to the previous dream, what does Honeysuckle Divine have to do with
this?
MG: It’s a symbol of your past, long ago when you
were a dancer. Part of the life review.
ME: How do I fare in all this? Have I done wrong, something to atone for?
MG:
It seems that you could be a bit more sensitive to the pain of
As
far as Joe B, you knew he was suffering but what could you do? You did become
friends after the breakup & look what you did for him – cured his throat
cancer, it was gone as soon as he told you about it – the doctors checked him
& said it was gone. So you made up
for the pain you caused him [I caused him as he was madly in love with me but I
was not with him.]
The
dream where it’s all black, one person wearing white polka dots is you being in
Purgatory to relieve the souls - & the dots are sparks or bits of
Light/Grace, you bring them from God.
And so you are all happy, not sad. {end}
7-9-24 Dead Mummy Ritual – Explains the effect of my
podcasts on 2 individuals, one who can do this path, one who can’t
Short dream.
I’m in a house, it’s poor, like old fashioned homestead not even sure if
in this country or this age seems like maybe long ago. I see a man who was going to go to the
bathroom on this white toilet, but his need to poop is so severe he needs a
better toilet & he runs, almost naked, through the house through the
kitchen where the black cat is sitting on a table. He knocks over the cat in
his hurry to get to this better toilet where he can sit at leisure & do a
major poop. It’s the kitchen that makes
me think long ago as it’s small, rustic, crowded, everything basic before the
days of electricity, everything monochromatic, a beige slightly golden color.
The man
is overweight, big middle, his face looks frantic to get to that other toilet.
Then
there’s the ritual. Once a year somebody
– not sure who – is it this same man? Goes & gets dead bodies out of
wherever they are resting & brings about 5 of them into the house where
everyone sleeps, & lets them stay there overnight. They look like smallish bodies covered with
mummy wrap, like paper mache, white, & their heads are covered with
sprinkles the way I have here that you put on top of cakes – sugar sprinkles in
multi colors like green, blue & red.
I see a small child on one of
the beds on the floor, white sheets, maybe 2 years old, sleeping soundly, &
then one of the mummies is put on the floor nearby. Personally I resolve not to stay in the house
this night as it creeps me out. But this
is only once a year, similar to where the Mexicans have a festival where they
honor the dead & everyone wears masks - skeletons, ghosts etc.
Now there is a woman living in
our community, possibly even this same house, & she protests. I see her confronting another person – is it
a lady? And she presents to her a wagon like
my wagon I cart grocery supplies – the wagon is lined in blue & seems empty
& I don’t know if it’s got anything to do with carting the dead bodies.
This woman looks at the other
woman to my right, sort of in the shadows - I don’t see her at all. But the lady to the left, who’s speaking,
reminds me of a beautiful young Mexican chef I used to see on TV. She speaks just like her & says,
“I am a refugee. That means I have been through a war &
…..”
Can’t recall her words but
she’s saying she cannot abide by this ritual because somehow it could bring
trouble to our door – like unwanted attention, people get arrested & taken
away.
It’s unclear what is happening
here & what she’s saying except she doesn’t want any more trouble. {end}
MEANING:
*{Mother God, I am
lost. Have no inkling what this could be
unless it’s souls in Purgatory but that’s it.
And the man pooping, also have no clue.
MG: This might have to do with being “dead to
self” rather than actual physical bodies, & someone who is listening to
your podcasts is repulsed & protesting the requirements, lol.
It’s one of those ‘you are
in their skin’ dreams, you think & feel what someone else is experiencing.
The man pooping – could be
a man who realizes he has a lot to remove from himself as far as sins, faults
& attachments {why he’s fat-superfluous items within himself need to be
emptied} - a major cleansing is about to begin.
He wants this – he’s taking your admonitions to heart, & is
‘running’ to meet the requirements. Knocking over the black cat might be saying
he wants to knock out the bad luck {negatives} from his life, get to this
cleansing to be closer to God & find happiness.
The lady who PROTESTS
against this ‘ritual’ or path to see God Face to Face is saying,
“Look, I’ve been through a
lot in my life {refugee from war or conflict}.
I have a child {could be the child on the bed} & I cannot stop
taking care of it {there may be other family members} & disrupt my entire
life – bring attention to myself in the wrong way, bring about chaos. I can have no part in this.”
The WAGON lined with blue
represents the sorrow/sadness her trying this path would bring about – for
herself & possibly others like giving up her family. You explained that a person cannot reach God
Face to Face while managing children, relating to husband & family. So this
is not for her.
You can’t win’m all – you
got a man, lost a woman. You explained
that it has to be the right TIME for a person to do this – If it’s not possible
now could be in future.
The ‘cake sprinkles’ on the
heads of the mummies are the benefits or ‘icing on the cake,’ that come out of
being dead to self. You gain all the
good that God contains!}* {end}
Excellent work, Rasa! This one came out great overall, very interesting dreams. The artwork and fuzzies complement it nicely as well.
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Pete
Your're very welcome, Rasa 😊
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