• New Church People Run Away – Review Past Dreams

Start with the end of the dream. {The beginning escapes me just now.} I am at the back of my house or ‘Church Offices’ – {luckily there because he came to tell me something important} –my best work friend comes to the back door to tell me,

“They have closed the Church.”

Yiikes, this is bad news. We were about to open the new Church! I must rush over there, see what happened.

My friend is wearing a full-length beige wool tailored coat of soft material.

In my back yard there is a black iron security fence, about 10’ tall with spikes on top.

We go around to the side & it’s the same fence & the gate isn’t closed. I was going to leave it open as no one ever bothers us – but in view of this dramatic turn we agree, better close the gate.

We get to the area where the Church is.  It’s one of those brick staircases on both sides, coming to a landing & there is the front door.

Several people surround me here on the street, all listening to me. I am crouching on the pavement with the friends surrounding me – 4 or 5 people. To the left is a long line of people – 75 or more – waiting to enter the Church to hear our firt sermon.

I said several things but the last thing I said was,

“Are you going to continue to allow them to rape us?”

And at that everyone leaves QUICKLY – the friends around me exit left along with the multitude waiting, all depart together & I am ALONE.

I get my bearings – it takes a minute – then I intend to rush down the street after the crowd. The street seems to go slightly downward. I see the last of them turn a corner left – then they are gone. I seem to see my ‘best friend’ with the beige coat at the end. {This is vague.}

Before I hit this ‘last street’ I notice a black man enter a building stairs to the left. He’s elegantly dressed, I surmise he’s a Priest but different than most. He has on a ‘sombrero’ of sorts, a very wide straight brimmed hat, dark with a light border, an elegant black suit tight at the waist, maybe slightly flared from the waist – pencil thin pants. Quite a presentation. At first I just walk past, then rethink myself & peruse,

“Let me go up there to this man’s premises – maybe he’ll accept my Church & help somehow.”

The thought I got from those who left was,

“They don’t want anything new or unusual in their religion.”

So as I ascend the stairs I come to a room & do not see the Priest, but two regularly dressed men {are they black?} Their skin is not dark but they might be mixed race – both have very short hair like old-fashioned crewcuts & grey regular suits & they’re standing facing one wall, all glass picture windows, another wall to their right all glass windows.

As I approach them I say something like,

“I have tried to open up a new Church but the people won’t accept me because I used to be a stripper, among other things.”

My hope is that these people, being black, have suffered prejudice also & will understand – however – this is not proven yet as I don’t see their reaction, the dream ends.

Beginning of dream:

I’m at my front guest room window with a lady friend to my left. Outsdide it’s real cold – we see a man with others around him & there are the two dogs of this lady, one bigger one smaller.

Both dogs have on clothing, pants & tops. The man is bending forward over the smaller dog & removing his pants. My lady friend cries out,

“It’s cold! The dog will be cold! Tell him not to remove his pants!”

She is asking me to help – not sure why it’s my duty to help, but I immediately comply. I try to open the window so I can call to him but when I pull it up on the left side the frame slips off the pane of glass, so I cannot open it. I then try with the right side & manage to open the window.

I call to the man,

“Henry, Henry don’t take the dog’ pants off. He will be cold.”

I then see Henry & his male friend have appeared to my extreme right instead of left & he hears me.   {End}

        MEANING:

        *{Yesterday I gave a copy of the book “Woman, Thou Art God” to a lady friend of mine who’s having a dilemma concerning her ex husband. There is a chance he is abusing one or both of their daughters {ages 10 & 12} as they stay with him during joint custody – 3-4 days a week. They are with him ALL ALONE in his house over night & we are both aware of the danger of this, neither of us felt good about it.

I prayed for her & the girls on & off all night.

The dream is saying luckily, that he’s not done it yet. It was suspected he was GROOMING the 10 year old due to his behavior with her. Yes, he is PLANNING it this dream says. It’s symbolized by my calling him ‘Henry.’ My Uncle Henry was PLANNING to rape me & took me on a drive into the country & kept slowing down at deserted country roads – but he changed his mind {due to probably my Guardian Angel} & didn’t do it. So this is a sigh of relief – he’s not yet done it.

And I have a hunch the man standing with him when I call out to him – he finally hears me, is his Guardian Angel & because of this Angel, he has changed his mind about the abuse. The Angel caused him TO HEAR ME or with my prayers the energy/thought reached him ‘don’t take her pants off.’

The window – at first I can’t open the window because he is to the ‘left’ means he’s thinking with the ‘left side’ or wrong way. But then he finally does hear me, his Guardian Angel next to him he’s on the RIGHT side. And my lady friend told me the story which summoned my help automatically.

The part re the Church is also from the POV        or mental/emotional state of my lady friend. She feels ALL ALONE & rather helpless – even her best friend has deserted her. Her ‘new religion’ is that women want to top the rape – rape of themselves & their children. But society isn’t about that – it’s patriarchal & has its POV       which is more the side of men than women.

My friend – let’s call her Linda – feels helpless & all alone. Her ‘best friend’ could be the husband we’re talking about who was once her friend, acted like a friend because she had this problem with another man in the past – but after all, he does not support her – he supposedly had sympathy when she told him about the other guy, now he’s becoming like the other guy.

And so Linda is deserted as the court system is antagonistic to women – certainly not on their side, & she has no hope of getting help from Patriarchs. But she sees a symbol of those who have been scorned in the past – black people, & here is a black priest & two black clergy she goes to meet. Maybe they will understand.

This might be her hope in the New Religion, the book I gave her which outlines that we have to have our own Zeitgeist, POV, perspective, lifestyle & rules. The black Priest would be me – in all my glamour I am seen as ‘black’ or an outcast, in spite of the hat I’m wearing which is ‘Woman of God – Priestess.’

When she sees the two clergy it could be my explaining of the past – like the guys with the old-fashioned crewcuts – when women one ruled the family & the world & we had Matriarchy – there is a vision one could think about {the picture windows in front & to the right of the men.} The fact there are two men could be the addition of friends Pete & William, both of whom are in the book collaborating with me – {the striking black Priest} – while their message is more from the mind {rather than representing my unusual glamour.}*   {End}

        A Few Days Ago the ‘Oscars’ with Skirts

        I see someone receiving, from the trunk of a car, Oscars of gold like the Academy Awards. They get one, then another & another until there are about 30 of them.

They are unusual in that the statuette is not a man but a woman as you can see a skirt, slightly draped over his legs – just like 3 slight folds, all part of the gold statue.

MEANING:

        *{This portents many movies / films / being created on my life – all so good they win Oscars.}*   {End}

Further Back Dream

        This might have to do with an alteration in my daily prayers where I call upon the saints on earth who love God along with all my other requests.

I’m in a building high up with giant windows when I see   something outside in the sky which is prodigious & scary.

What looks like a flying saucer & moves like one – darting at supersonic speed this way or that. It’s like a geodosic dome, all those sides, but not glass, & it is round & has all those flat surfaces that end up part of this round gizmo. But it’s solid, opaque, a dark almost ‘colorless’ army green & has on some of the surfaces horizontal lines, some other vague designs here & there, & the entire thing is so phenomenal I shudder & am delighted at the same time.

I ask one of the men running this ‘flying machine’

“This is for our benefit isn’t it”

more as a statement than a question.

Then somehow I expand to the earth or world & travel from this man, then that man, all part of the ‘military’ that presented this machine. I look for the most handsome ones, go up to them & flirt. But I am not beautiful – just ordinary looking, & I say to one of them,

“Even though I don’t look that good, can I still be accepted?”

Each of the men was kind, cordial, smiled or said kind thing to me. There was no rejection.

MEANING:

*{When I called out to the saints on earth, they are the Church Militant – & they are the ones who can be used as portals for the Saints in Heaven to reach down to souls in Purgatory & they can also reach souls in Purgatory directy themselves like I do. It is our calling or office.

Myself going to the most handsome means those that are most Saintly & I consider myself less than they are but want them to accept me.

Why the flying saucers? It might be their supernatural ability to help others & they are teasing me with their Power so to speak.

Their benevolent attitude toward me proves they are not flesh oriented – not men of the lower self but of God. They do not reject women based on how they look – that’s the proof of the pudding.}*   {End}

I See my Guardian Angel {one of them- I have three}

One day I was thinking of my Guardian Angels a lot, how they are spirits & have no bodies & how people try to imagine they look.

I see this most beautiful person who seems 60% male. I knew him from long ago, say 50 years back, & he looks just as young now as he did then. He has blonde hair that frames his face, indenting in the middle of his head, falling dow past his ears & his features are even & I tell him,

“You are just as beautiful now as you were 50 years ago.”