I was in a giant Church flying along the ceiling, round & round. It was the paintings of the Sistine Chapel but this was larger, & I was having the time of my life flying by the ceiling & chanting Hallelujah! Over & over.
*{This I me exclaiming “Woman, Thou Art God” or something to do with emancipation of women & I am joyful. My spiritual power makes me do these things. I represent Matriarchy, female family/world dominance.}*
A Priest, who could not fly, wanted to stop me & he found some technical way to climb up on something & he grabs me & we struggle as he wants to STOP ME from EXPRESSING MYSELF. I seem to be pulling on his flesh & skin tightly – on his hands & not sure what he does to me but our hands are in powerful combat – he is strong & so am I.
*{The Priest represents PATRIARCHY & he wants to stop me & make the world believe men are dominant. He cannot fly means he has no SPIRITUAL POWER & he can only stop me-woman through PHYSICAL means. We are both equally strong PHYSICALLY. In this dream we are pinching each other’s hands intensely…this symbolizes how SATAN cannot reach Heaven or where we are in our SPIRITUAL NATURE but he can only TEMPT, distract us, derail us ON EARTH, in our flesh & that is the only way he can top us on earth from entertaining the joys of our spiritual liberty. This might cast a thought to how I got female bodybuilding established – changing the Overton window so they would start body building contests – so women could face the demons of Patriarchy on the physical level, by gaining machisma.}*
After that he tries another tactic to interfere with me. He & his associates find a man who is like St. Joseph & they parade him through the Church. People believe in this man so much – he’s a symbol of goodness – family man & Saint – that the attention goes away from me & everyone looks at him. So this is the second way this man interferes with me.
This St. Joseph person, I see him close walking by with men around him & he looks like “Family Joe, the man next door,” with straight light hair & a beige sweater, soft, & he gives off a feeling of innocence. I only see him from the back, head & shoulders, with men close around him escorting him like he’s their ICON.
*{Presenting this man who is St. Joseph or an ICON / REPRESENTATION of him is saying,
“Man is the head of the family, ordained by God. He is the one we must look up to – not woman – Look TO THE MAN for God’s leadership…But understand, this is a SYMBOL that the Priest, or a man, has CREATED. He says this – not God. He ‘cannot fly’ – this is all happening on earth from the flesh, not from the Spirit of God, the Holy Spirit. Here men idolize certain men – hero worship.}*
But then I have to go to the rest room & when I’m in there, my original enemy the Priest, sets up some kind of contraption around me – a box which is painted white & it has several sides but it goes round & round, around the sides there are openings but not big enough to get out of. I try to get out of this box – it was a setup – I heard those guys talking about it – & it’s not possible, but nevertheless, I smash through it.
*{I SMASH THROUGH the Patriarchy with ‘Woman Thou Art God’ – female body building & various other exploits including ‘Stripping for God.’ I break free of the ‘glass ceiling’, the restrictions against women by demonstration, by activities, not only words.}*
Then I go to that Priest, grab him by the neck as if to strangle him & exclaim into his face,
“How would you like to be jammed into a box you can’t get out of?”
*{And having ESCAPED – smashing through – I now turn the tables & CONFRONT the Patriarchy asking how would they like to be restricted? Notice the box they enslaved me in was painted WHITE as they are pretending it’s a GOOD THING. It has OPENINGS but you can’t get free – the openings aren’t big enough. They wanted to restrict our freedoms, keep us enclosed within boundaries set up by them & convince us it was righteous.}* {End}
Daniel R. Murphy passed away on Mon. May 15, 2017. He leaves behind his loving wife, Mary Jane, etc. {Her Ascension is recorded in this book}
If this is ASCENSION he was in Purgatory 8 years, one month, 11 days approx.
I HOPE this is an Ascension! There is one conflicting symbol I must tackle.
It’s something about Mary Jane & her husband Dan.
I first see myself on the dirt road behind my house & what am I doing there? Something to do with silhouettes of a female – in black – going across the road & this & something else tells me there’s been some sort of IMPROVEMENT.
*{a silhouette in black on this dirt road passing across hints at ‘funeral’- a passing black like a shadow or unsubstantial thing could be Purgatory. The old dirt road could also mean an ‘old, not so good road’ sounds like Purgatory – & having an improvement is an improvement in the Purgatorial state or might be ASCENSION.}*
Then I’m in an apt & there is something kind of EVENT going on & Mary Jane, my best friend who died & is now in Heaven, is officiating, like giving some sort of gathering or party. For some reason, the apt looks like that of the young organist of the Church of long ago – Annunciation in Brooklyn. I was in his apt only once, for Xmas.
And there are many cards here on the walls – like the Xmas cards I saw the organist had received, but closer to me there are five LARGE cards on the wall that I sent Mary Jane that she seems to be wanting my notice, & underneath each of these cards is a SMALL card I sent her – but these are not Xmas but EASTER cards! There are a total of TEN cards – I took note of that, & they are hung here on a wooden ledge.
*{This all sounds like God’s Grace – the Church, the organist which means Holy Music, Xmas. But there is no mistake about EASTER – It is RESURRECTION, which is ASCENSION! Why 10? Five big, 5 small? It could be 10 things I did for the sake of Mary’s husband – 5 Masses & 5 special prayers, that added up to get enough Grace for this.}*
Now to the right of this ledge is an opening like you know when you have a partition & opening from one room to another & you can see partway into the next room? Mary Jane is standing here before the partition; I only see her waist up.
She’s speaking to all of us about something coming up – she’ going somewhere with her husband on a VACATION & she says it’ll only be about 3 weeks.
*{This is the confusing, conflicting symbol: 3 weeks. Gong to some place special for 3 weeks. But if one ascends into Heaven, it’s not temporary, it’s forever. They aren’t coming back. Or is she saying he will ascend IN 3 WEEKS?}*
But the way she’s speaking is JOYFUL & I take note of her outfit. She has on a beautiful pale beige blouse, gathered somewhat around the low neckline bust line area – it’s a bit loose and it has tiny black flowers embroidered all over it here & there. I’ve never seen her in anything like that – it’s feminine, glamorous, so I take note of it. It is exactly like a fancy bra I have that I almost never wear. And her face is BEAMING in a way I’ve never seen.
*{beige with tiny black embroidered flowers. Gathered, feminine, glamorous, a bit loose. I am stumed here Mother God.
MG: You’ve never seen her like this because she’s been humbled. Mary Jane was proud & independent. Se NEVER kow towed to anyone. She refused to wear seat belts! But here she is the opposite of that. She has finally given in, humbled herself before God. Her humility MIGHT refer to the fact that she is USING YOUR PORTAL – to help her husband. – to get him out. When you tried to help her before, both of you on earth she didn’t give you enough respect to follow your advice. But now she is humble [feminine, passive].}*
I see her husband & he LOOKS AT ME – he’s right at the edge of this counter in front of Mary Jane, I only see him shoulders up. I’ve had a couple dreams he was in but he NEVER looked at me before & strangely, his face is sort of SMASHED IN. Like his eyes & part of his face are squeezed horizontally together & sort of dark. It’s like a double message, he wants to see me but doesn’t want me to know he’s looking at me trying to be secret, or some strange feeling like that. Maybe he doesn’t want me to see him looking ugly.
*{This is the second time I have seen some ashamed or embarrassed that I find them in Purgatory – which is a state of ugliness as we are filthy with sin. That’s why his face is smashed in & dark. I had assumed hopefully he s already in Heaven – but he wasn’t. He is ashamed of his sins.}*
The scene changes & I am in a LARGE grocery store – not as large as Wal-Mart but larger than my local.
Right off the bat I have trouble because there are no more CARTS. I look around & ask if anyone has one. Not sure about this but I think I finally get one. There’s also the moment where someone gives me a small CHAIR to sit on & it’s such a RELIEF for my back & legs, I am grateful. Then after these two items I am suddenly IN THE AIR way above everyone – the ceiling is high – & I do somersaults in the air, am having a great time up there. Is everyone looking? They should be as no one else can do this, lol.
I seem to be in this store a while but can’t recall any more what I did there. {End}
*{Two significant symbols, a cart & a chair provided. The cart is a RECEPTACLE, by which you can obtain the goods you want, in this case, NOURISHMENT. This, for the souls is the Grace of God obtained by the Holy Mass as well as PRAYERS which summon – as does the St. Gertrude prayer – all the Masses of the earth on this day, all the sufferings, all the charity, together with Jesus & Mary, all the Saints of all religion, in company with the Holy Angels. Now you say the Holy Mas most day but not all days. You say the Gertrude prayer several times a day but you have asked your Guardian Angels to say this prayer 50 times a day.
You have obtained ASSISTANCE here – both the cart & the chair which let you ease the burden on your back & legs – {which when standing & walking for a while are painful.}
This sounds like the assistance of your Guardian Angels saying the prayers & giving you rest from having to do them all – nourishment for the souls is obtained, & you are ‘over the moon’ with joy – ascending into the air because of the good being done.}* {End}
6 22 25 Something About Jesus Sacred Heart with Me
Dream prophesies something good for my books – in July – my birthday month
Wish I could recall the beginning but it’s about Tom Selleck {he’s always re my Interior Divine Stigmata – he represents Jesus in this aspect of Divine Love –it has NOTHING to do with him personally} – & somehow he’s around & both he & his WIFE {for some reason} are going to visit me!
This is a BIG DEAL & I hurriedly go to the door to open them to greet them. But the door isn’t just one door but several, & they are THICK. It’s like the doorway is a large box but smaller than a regular door. Each door is beautiful, one anyway – light colored, smooth & I open one, then another until three are open & I believe HE SEES ME because I get just a glimpse of myself where my makeup SPARKLES in red & blue – eyes & lips are make up. And I don’t see his WIFE but cheese cloth pouch with strings – white – the kind you use to strain cheese or certain liquids, but this is a bag the size of a large mango & this represents her. The pouch looks like the inside of the white Amish caps with strings, only smaller.
*{Wow, Jesus & Mary have symbolically appeared to me. I was afraid to analyze this because of the doors sounding like I had closed doors between myself & these two Celestials. BUT & that’s the big factor: I am OPENING all the doors between myself & them! Why is it like a large BOX? ‘Think outside the box’ comes to mind. Saying think with an open mind, not the restrictions usually applied. So we are OPENING our mind here.
Now it’ notable that I do NOT see them, but they see me. It’s because I am not in th mystically aware state right now – not CONSCIOUSLY aware of their Great & Perfect Love – but THEY are aware of ME which indicate I HAVE their love.
The pouch / cap is a holder or receptacle. It’s white- something good. She’s presenting it to me. It’s the size that could hold an adult heart & it’s also the symbol of a cap for the head – so it’s saying,
“Here – this is to contain your heart & your head, which are both good.”
Jesus Sacred Heart & Mary’s Immaculate Heart approve of me right now! Wow!}*
So I actually don’t physically see them but KNOW they are there come to see me & they see me.
……….Earlier saw another lady go to a store & she got a plastic see-through container {soft disposable plastic, stiff but soft} & inside a bouquet of red, white & blue artificial roses, crude version – soft papery material rolled into roses.
*{Since this hearkens to red white & blue & when Jesus & Mary saw me my eyes & lips sparkled with red & blue & She held a white holder for my mind / heart – these two symbolize something similar. July is coming up & it will be my BIRTHDAY July 16 but also the birthday of our Independence the 4th of July. There is a connection between myself & this country – after all Our Lady of Fatima called me to give her speech on the conversion of Russia in front of the White House which led to the end of Communism eventually & the threat of WWIII. I was born on the propitious day – Our Lady of Mt Carmel, but also the explosion of the First Atom Bomb in Los Alamos!
Notice the roses the lady obtains are PAPER so this indicates to me my BOOKS! The plastic covers – stiff but soft are the PAPERBACK covers, {& inside, the good, the bad & the ugly, red is suffering, blue is sadness, white is good} lol. There is something GOOD about all this – but what exactly? Is it saying my books are good, my heart & mind which create them are good? Is that it? Or is it saying something good will come out of my work in July? Like the celebrations of that day – fireworks & all that. In the next dream, if its’ a parallel dream, we’ll see balloons, another symbol similar.
Why are my eyes, lips sparkling with the red & blue? It’s like what I SEE & what I SPEAK. I SPOKE through my books about what I saw or experienced {“I’ve seen hard times”}. But now this comes to a good end or or brings success. Jesus & Mary SEE ME that way – I suffered wel,l I passed my tests as in the previous dream of being tested.}*
Later dream is complicated.
It’s a busy place, maybe my home or headquarters. Several people visit me. One is kind of a ‘carnival’ type person, hard to explain, long rangy limbs, colorful. Don’t quite know how to ‘add him up.’
I sort of {he reluctant} pull him to my balcony to see something amazing. I saw one little animal way down below, more than a floor down, a huge area {in my premises} and I saw a 4 footed dark pink animal, tiny & it had white feathers SPORADICALY here & there – tuft on its head & body, most of it’s body bare, a pinkish color – it looks like a NEWBORN with its eyes not yet open but it can walk or move. I thought it was the only one like that but on more inspection I see many dozens exactly like him milling about down there. Reminds me of those poor little parrots who’ve lost their feathers but are being cared for – ow pitiful they look! But since someone cares for them they thrive.
In some cases, whether bird is loved, its nervous condition abates & bit by bit the feathers grow back. These poor little creatures look like that They are bare naked & vulnerable but now white feathers are popping out here & there.
*{This is a PROPHECY coming up of NEW BIRTH, new beginnings, a revival or something / someone COMING BACK TO LIFE or fruition that previously was deprived or in a state of lack. Could this be MY BOOKS? Lol, they certainly have not got anywhere, because neither I nor anyone else has seriously promoted them. But God told me to wait, not try to be aggressive with my life story, allow them to come to me so I’m waiting.
The little bodies could be my books in their vestigial state – they exist but no ‘feathers’ with which to ‘fly’ or be visible to others.
Feathers are like LEGS. {of course the feathers have to cover wings, without which wings can’t carry one} You can move, go places with them but without you cannot. So my books have got nowhere but suddenly feathers appear which means the beginning of getting somewhere.}*
Then I see BALLOONS in all colors – I receive a handful of strings with these & think what is the occasion? Seems appropriate for a birthday.
*{This hearkens a celebration. The other day I was thinking I wonder if God will give me anything for my birthday? And this definitely shows some sort of jump for joy. It has to do with the little creatures below – the books – as the balloons are given me on this balcony & all colors. All colors might be all the types of books I have produced, all sorts of covers in all colors, all sorts of subjects. It might especially refer to my ife story series – ten books. Let’s see what happens & thank you God in advance.}*
Strange dream. I am being EXAMINED – don’t know why. It’s a BIG TEST but I don’t SEE it that way at first – only at the end.
I am standing some place being interviewed. And there are two different men who INTERROGATE me – one at time. As they ask me questions they are accusing & ridiculing me, asking things slanted in a way as if there is something WRONG with me or I did or thought thing wrong – they are like DEVIL’S ADVOCATES.
Both are dressed in black with white stripes along some edges & they are wearing caps like for a uniform also black- – they look identical but its two different genres.
I answer as best I can – it’s an ORDEAL. I don’t get angry, resentful or revengeful, I just endure it.
I have two people with me – a tall male & a person so tiny, the size of a small cat like 6 lbs.
When it’s all over I see myself standing next to a ROCKET SHIP. The results of my test will be put into this rocket & sent to Cape Canaveral {lol}. I told you it was strange.
But I with my friends are in a small compartment next to this rocket – {it’s just the huge CONE of a rocket}, like 20’ tall, maybe 15’ wide, just sitting there.
There’s a glass sliding glass door in front of our compartment & once you get into it the door closes for good & you can’t open it. One of our friends I see now a grown woman is caught outside around a corner & she’s crying hysterically as she doesn’t think she can get back into our spot. I quickly open the door – somehow I had the ability – run out there, grab her, bring her in & close the door.
Next, it’s all over. I’mwalkin on the street with these friends wearing a long black coat with flat white shoes – with the same friends alongside me. It’s a city street.
There on the left I see a black stretch limo & inside it is the lady who was in charge of the test. I think her staff is with her – it was all a ‘setup.’
How does she look? It’s nebulous but I thin she has medium way hair honey colored, & she’s how old? – Maybe 35. And what does she see when she looks at me?
I can’t explain exactly, but it’s a look like,
“This is a BIG THING – that she passed this test. And look at her now on the street – a success.”
This is vague, but it’s kind of like that. She is IMPRESSED. The main thing is I DID NOT KNOW it was a test, that was an important factor.
Later I have an addendum dream. I see a man come out of some kind of vehicle from the street a few sprints to his right, & then with me facing him, some more sprints to my right. He’s wearing a very well tailored suit jacket or coat, double breasted, neat. The color is maybe oatmeal – the material is firm or stiff not overly so, just neatly so. He seems to be light haired – tall –business like. {End}
MEANING:
*{My first guess, Mother God, is this is the story of my life & I passed the tests of basically being abused in two different compartments. It could be at home, then in the world. But this is saying “it’s the same war – they were your enemies there to belittle you or strike you down.” {the SAME UNIFORM – same army – army of evil.}
The test was how you reacted to these enemies – in the negative or positive? To be negative would be angry, resentful & revengeful – doing negative things in return. But you didn’t do this, you endured without striking back. So that is a triumph of virtue over vice.
Who is the lady who ran this test – but you didn’t see her until the end. It would be MOTHER GOD.
The results of the test are sent WHERE? The rocket ship represents something going up to HEAVEN. God knows the results of your life, your score.
What is the glass compartment next to the cone which the lady is hysterical about being locked out of?
The two companions you have – you are Mother God or the God Self – are the Guardian Angel – the tall man – & the TINY PERSON which is your humble flesh, which later appears as a grown woman.
“People in glass houses” –this compartment is once again your LIFE which can be seen in your books – especially the Whisperer one. In your flesh you’ve been worried lately re your physical condition – the heart & the Osteo-arthritis – you fear you might be dying any day now.
But I – the God Self – will not permit you to die & it is I who controls this. I decide when you die & it isn’t now. {I can open or close the door that no one else can – in other words ‘once it closes’ it cannot open but I – the God Power – can open it.}
The scene on the street: Why all the black? I the flesh I’m in a long black coat. But my shoes are white. The limo with Mother God going by is all black.
The black over your entire body sounds like the conditions – the maladies throughout your flesh. You have pain all over so this is suffering – {black} & ‘can’t be changed – get used to it.’ You decided that it’s not likely you can heal the osteoarthritis {as it’s cartilage worn down} so you’re just going to have to live with it, endure the pain, keep moving, working & doing what you have to do. The white shoes are the good road {shoes walk, lol}.
The black limo with Mother God observing you – this is your former sufferings passing you by. They are over. So it’s like a funeral or suffering being over. But you have NEW CHALLENGES as we described. So Mother God is happy that while the past is no longer plaguing you – you have also adjusted to the present pains & are doing well, so you are passing the new tests.
Who is the neat looking business like man? It sounds like some sort of OPPORTUNITY coming your way. But why connected to this dream? Could be a reward or Grace for behaving well. {End}
WAR. It seems to be as old as time itself. And so many people seem to think it is inevitable. However, it turns out that is not really true. War is neither timeless nor inevitable. It has a beginning, and it has an end. The beginning was about 7000 years ago (with the advent of patriarchy), while the end will be coming very soon (with the inevitable fall of patriarchy and rise of Matriarchy in the not-too-distant future). And the end can’t come soon enough! (Especially now with the world being at 89 seconds to midnight (!) on the Doomsday Clock. That is, the risk of nuclear war is the highest it has been in quite a while now. If, God forbid, a “hot” war between the USA and Russia and/or China or North Korea were to occur, the odds of it going nuclear are practically certain. Even a hot war with Iran is an extremely risky move to say the least, and thus very ill-advised for the USA to join! The best that one could hope for in that scenario is an even more destabilized Middle East, and it goes downhill from there.)
Patriarchy inherently rewards aggression and violence, no doubt about that. And it messes with our heads so as to condition us to accept such violence as normal. And of course there is men’s tendency to think that war and scarcity are inevitable, which become self-fulfilling prophecies. Women, on the other hand, would tend to reject such backwards thinking if they were in charge. The late, great Buckminster Fuller himself said as much. But there is also another reason why war is likely to occur under patriarchy, and that reason is discussed in depth by Major General Smedley Butler in his 1935 book, War Is A Racket. Put simply, war is indeed a racket that is designed to further enrich the already ultra-rich oligarchs. In other words, its genesis is none other than evil and powerful men who are willing to lie, cheat, steal, and kill for filthy lucre, and those sycophantic lackeys and ignorant masses who are brainwashed and duped to go along with it. And of course, we know that patriarchy itself inevitably leads to oligarchy in the first place due to its “might makes right” and “winner take all” paradigm (that is nowadays most often cleverly disguised by the persistent and utterly hollow myth of “meritocracy”).
Indeed, patriarchy itself can be thought of as a gender war writ large, and the only way to end it once and for all–and all other wars that come from it–is for men to surrender to Women. It’s a war men have lost before the war even began, despite winning nearly every battle–men just don’t realize it yet. That said, General Butler’s book is more about how the perennial racket of war actually works in practice, and how to smash it for good (as opposed to the why the oligarchy exists in the first place). But it goes a very long way towards explaining it, and he would be spinning in his grave if he were to see today’s massive, imperialistic war machine.
Maj Gen Smedley Butler’s book is the greatest anti-war document written
In War Is a Racket, Butler points to a variety of examples, mostly from World War I, where industrialists, whose operations were subsidized by public funding, were able to generate substantial profits, making money from mass human suffering.The work is divided into five chapters:
War is a racket
Who makes the profits?
Who pays the bills?
How to smash this racket!
To hell with war!
It contains this summary:”War is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives. A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small ‘inside’ group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.” Then he goes on to discuss who exactly profits from it and how. It turns out it is not just weapons manufacturers, but also the big banks and other businesses that directly or indirectly deal with it as well. In fact, the banksters are probably the biggest beneficiaries of war, since they lend money to finance it and then claw back so much in interest. And manufacturers of non-weapons goods also have a market to sell their wares to in the military. And of course, let’s not forget all the resources plundered from the other countries as “spoils of war”.
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(And now we can add “defense contractors”, aka mercenary corporations, such as DynCorp, Blackwater, Halliburton, KBR, Raytheon, et al. to the list of war profiteers as well.) War is, of course, a negative-sum game overall. It does not really create wealth on balance, it actually destroys far more than it creates. But it certainly brings in a ludicrous amount of ill-gotten wealth in the form of profit, plunder, and usury for the oligarchy. As for the idea that it “stimulates the economy” in the short run, that is technically true, but as neo-Keynesian economist Dr. Paul Krugman has famously noted years ago, a faked alien invasion would be every bit as stimulating, but without all of the serious side effects such as countless deaths, injuries, PTSD, family breakdown, resource depletion, pollution, ecological damage, and property damage. In other words, it steals, kills, and destroys. Kinda like….SATAN. And guess who foots the bill for it all? You guessed it–the taxpayers. The oligarchs pull the wool over our eyes, while laughing all the way to the bank. But truly the biggest part of the bill is paid for in blood by the soldiers themselves. And even for those who survive the horrors of war, it still takes its toll on them regardless, both physically and psychologically. And these soldiers generally hail not from the ranks of the wealthy, but rather from the poor and broader working class. Not much has changed in that regard today, it seems.
(Note that since the gold standard was abolished in 1971, our Monetarily Sovereign federal government does not actually need taxes to fund anything, since they can just “print” (create) the money now if they wanted. But since wars inherently chew through ludicrous amounts of non-monetary resources, all wars are thus inflationary regardless, so We the People still pay for it in the form of higher prices.)
And that’s to say nothing of the human toll of civilians in the other countries as well, who bear the brunt of it. Then, General Butler discusses how to smash this evil racket once and for all. To summarize, the three steps are as follows: 1) Take the profit out of war, 2) Put it up to a vote (limited to those who would be eligible for the draft) as to whether or not a war should be declared, and 3) Limit our military forces to home defense purposes. Otherwise, nothing will stop the racket.
Again, as noted on Wikipedia:
In the booklet’s penultimate chapter, Butler recommended three steps to disrupt the war racket:
1. Making war unprofitable. Butler suggests that the means for war should be “conscripted” before those who would fight the war:
It can be smashed effectively only by taking the profit out of war. The only way to smash this racket is to conscript capital and industry and labour before the nation’s manhood can be conscripted. […] Let the officers and the directors and the high-powered executives of our armament factories and our steel companies and our munitions makers and our ship-builders and our airplane builders and the manufacturers of all other things that provide profit in war time as well as the bankers and the speculators, be conscripted — to get $30 a month [NOTE: that’s $667/month in 2024 dollars], the same wage as the lads in the trenches get.
2. Acts of war to be decided by those who fight it. He also suggests a limited referendum to determine if the war is to be fought. Eligible to vote would be those who risk death on the front lines. 3. Limitation of militaries to self-defense. For the United States, Butler recommends that the Navy be limited, by law, to operating within 200 miles of the coastline, and the Army restricted to the territorial limits of the country, ensuring that war, if fought, can never be one of aggression.
Indeed, the time to end all of this insanity and evil is yesterday. So what do we do in the meantime while patriarchy still exists? Thus, inspired by Butler, I propose that a new law be passed that we call the War Pigs Act, named after both the ineffectual and toothless War Powers Resolution of 1973 and the 1970 Black Sabbath song “War Pigs”. The first part of the new law would put some teeth in the War Powers Act by closing the loopholes and holding the President liable for any consequences of a war that is not authorized by Congress and is not during a state of emergency caused by an attack on the USA. And absent a formal declaration of war by Congress, absolutely NO war may last beyond 90 days (60 days followed by a 30 day withdrawal), save for a temporary authorization of force that expires 90 days after the authorization passes or 180 days after the war began (if it began before the new law went into effect), whichever occurs first. After that, there must be a formal declaration of war, or the war must end. Period.
The second part of the law would implement some of General Butler’s recommendations from his book, taking into account that we currently have an all-volunteer military. Take the profit out of war, first of all. Use the tax code to do so. And for any war lasting beyond six months (which by definition would now require a formal declaration of war), require an annual limited plebiscite of all citizens that would be eligible for military service. Make it a non-secret ballot such that those who vote “yes” would be drafted if we run out of volunteers, followed by those who abstain from the vote if necessary. Those who vote “no” would be exempt from any such draft. A kind of “consensual conscription”, if you will. We would all have skin in the game. Women would be included as well, but before they draft the very first Woman, we should draft men in their 40s and 50s first. That’s the demographic group who starts the wars but rarely fights them. It’s only fair, right fellas? Watch as war becomes a thing of the past, at least for the stupid ones and decade(s) long quagmires like Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, etc.
(It would also be a good idea to do like the Iroquois once did: give Women elders the power to VETO any decision to go to war. That alone would prevent essentially all wars that are not waged in strict and absolute defense of the homeland.)
For the record, I am personally 100% against the draft on principle. Unless absolutely necessary, I view it as a form of slavery and involuntary servitude, and if there were ever such a thing as a truly just war (as per St. Augustine’s Just War Theory criteria), which is about as rare as a unicorn, conscription would be unnecessary, since volunteers would be plentiful. And today’s technology further makes it largely obsolete to raise such large numbers of boots on the ground. But since nuance, gray areas, and exceptions that prove every rule do in fact exist in the real world (see WWII and the American Civil War, for example), I will note that if we ever must have a draft, only those who voted yes (or chose not to vote) for such a war should be drafted.
General Butler was a true American hero and patriot. After his distinguished career in the United States Marine Corps including during WWI (during and after which he eventually found out just how much of a racket it really was), he later quashed an attempted Wall Street fascist coup against FDR’s government in 1933-1934. Yes, there really was a plot by the Rockefellers, Mellon Bank, Standard Oil, General Motors, Goodyear, US Steel, and many others (including pro-Nazi forces!) to overthrow the federal government and install their own fascist dictatorship do their bidding, complete with concentration camps for, in their own words, “Jews and other undesirables”. And the money for the plot bankrolled by the big banks/corporations was funneled through Prescott Bush’s companies (yes, THAT Bush, who also did business with the Nazis as well). They all thought they could use Butler for the plot and he pretended to play along at first, only to foil their plot by telling Congress about it just before it went ahead. He literally saved America from falling to full-blown fascism, in other words. He was indeed history’s original whistleblower, and then in 1935, he wrote his magnum opus, which unfortunately fell on deaf ears the world over. War was a racket then, and still is today. And it always will be as long as it exists.
As General Butler famously said,
“TO HELL WITH WAR!” “Either war is obsolete, or man is.”
— Buckminster Fuller
“War, what is it good for? Absolutely NOTHING!”
— Edwin Starr
“Come the war, come the avarice, come the war, come hell…Come attrition, come the reek of bones, come attrition, come hell…This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake…And this is why, this is why we fight…”
— The Decemberists
“Now the labor leader’s screaming when they close the missile plant, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. Call it peace or call it treason, call it love or call it reason, but I ain’t marching anymore.”
— Phil Ochs
“I declare the war is over, it’s over, it’s over…”
— Phil Ochs
“But the hardest thing I’ll ask you, if you would only try, is take your children by their hands and look into their eyes. And there you’ll see the answer you should have seen before. If we win the wars at home, there’ll be no fighting anymore”
— Phil Ochs “We share the same biology, regardless of ideology. But what might save us, me and you, Is if the Russians love their children too” — Sting and Sergei Prokofiev
6-19-25 James Brown Arrives and Departs – Someone thinks she’s a star
I finally found out the MEANING of James Brown. Why I did not discern this before, not sure. But who he is to me is BETRAYAL. I will have to back track several dreams he appears where I did not figure who/what he was as he has cropped up time to time.
James Brown means betrayal
Dream: James Brown is appearing in town & I really want to see him. I have a GOOD FRIEND of mine, a male, who I send to investigate, maybe contact him for me, see if anything could come of it.
My male friend is tall with curly black hair. He goes there to see James & they HIT IT OFF. I feel good about this, maybe we’ll be friends.
But then I see my friend going off with James, the two of them. There was some business about a ‘sex act’ that my friend might be willing to do on him & I’m standing there trying to analyze it. Then I get it. ‘Going South’ meant ‘going down’ – ugh’ an unpleasant thought – maybe funny, but nothing like that will occur. And my analysis is,
“Oh, it’s like ‘Going SOUTH. There’s North, South, West, East, going South is DOWNWARD.”
Then I see them both in the strangest way. They have umbrellas but they are PARASOLS with flounces around them, round & small – half the width of a normal umbrella – the color is like a pale gray/green, almost no green – the material seems moist. They are immersed in their conversation, like I’m not even there.
Somehow I convey to my friend, does James want to see me? And his answer is,
“When he PERFORMS you can go see him.”
So of course this is a REJECTION. {End}
MEANING:
*{Oh Woe is me. I had my HEART SET on being friends with this lady concerning our New Religion & Order. She was so excited abut my beliefs & we spoke abut an hour – she agreeing with most of it.
I left her a book to read & promised I’d bring the ones more pertinent to the subject – this was on Purgatory. And she said yes. I was having VISIONS of us working together on the project! She owns a store targeted to women, I even thought I could leave a shelf of my pertinent books there for clients to peruse – maybe she could let us meet there once a week in her store!
She’s a woman with several kids, who raised them without a husband for the most part. And she agreed women need SAFE SPACE – a Village, an Order, to go to for safety, security & enrichment for themselves & their children. All seemed well, I was SO HOPEFUL as she’s the first female I met in person with the INTELLIGENCE to understand me & the INTEREST. She’s middle aged.
But the dream says NO, this will not happen. She’s on a HIGH HORSE or thinks she’s a STAR {like James Brown.}
In other words, she’s managed all these years, has prospered, & contains her own belief system, her own family, life, world – why should she reach out to an Order or MatriarchalVillage? She would not see fit to HUMBLE herself or say “I need this.” She prides herself & perhaps she should – on the prosperity she has achieved. And although she BELIEVES much as I do – thinking of HERSELF – NOT other women – she might not want to SHARE what she has – whatever it is – even her TIME & her INDEPENDENCE. In other words she has her own cosmos there in her family – she does not see the advantage to join up. She doesn’t feel NEEDY.
It would NOT, for the most part, be women who can make a good living, who have prospered without too much props – whatever way they made it, they made it. So why leave their good fortune to build a Matriarchy? They wouldn’t see the need.
Not all women who have prospered see it that way. I have prosperity. I have made it. But I strongly see the need for this New Religion & New Order for women. It’s isn’t for me PERSONALLY – it’s for them.
But then a person needs to be charitable, even Saintly to think this way. But most people aren’t saints. They’re minds are on survival, success, & if they have it that’s all they want & need – they don’t CARE about others Yes, their family, themselves but not strangers, not the random poor.
My mind now moves to those Sudras of India, the Muslim women in danger of honor killings, the women who need to escape from cults, those who need sanctuary from brutal & violent husbands –there are others. There are those who don’t want or need to bother with men – they might be gay or have PTSD from what men have done to them. They want & need to ‘hide away’ & safe space sounds good. Extended comprehensive education in all arenas, free, sounds good.
And so one message here is don’t expect any woman on her own two feet because of some like beliefs, to help in this cause – unless you meet a Saint who is committed to helping humanity & specifically women running the family & the world.
What are the symbols? James Brown is a TRAITOR – that means rejection, hopes dashed. Who is the man I send? One of my Guardian Angels.
What is the ‘going South or ‘going down South?’ It’s about being OF SERVICE TO HIM/HER – this person wants to be served, not to serve – NOT a Saint, as all Saints were servants as Jesus said – He came as a servant. He washed the feet of the disciples.
Walking away impervious to me, just absorbed in herself / himself is the narcissist or egotist. The parasol is small, with flounces. What is an umbrella? Something to PROTECT one – It symbolizes protection from rain, snow, financial ruin, a comprehensive {large covering} covering from various things.
This ‘umbrella / parasol’ being SMALL & with a flounce, is a decoration rather than a necessity. It’s saying she doesn’t NEED protection! She’s alright materially & in other ways it seems, so she won’t need our New Religion & Order & so would not be willing to help build it as why? As I said, her mind here, as she walks is she’s a STAR – I can come see her when she performs, NOT a friend lol. She’s all about herself, NOT humanity. So she’s James Brown, the traitor to love – to God’s Love in particular.}* {End}
What a GREAT & UNUSUAL occurrence. Have never to my knowledge helped a Hassidic before.
I’m in a place hard to describe. It’s like a mall, movie theater lineup, restaurants all in one. Wide open spaces, lots of people.
*{I believe this represents my PORTAL which is a sort of ‘gateway’ to Heaven. It’s a part of Heaven, like the front room.}*
Then I find out there’s a Hassidic family – all of them – waiting to ENTER but for some strange reason I don’t IMMEDIATELY let them in, I make them wait like TWO HOURS or some increment of TWO. But when I finally do let them in they have no annoyance or resentment whatsoever, all are smiling & pleasant. They are SO HAPPY to be let in! And they KNOW it’s unusual for Hassidics to be here but they wanted entrance.
*{OK the family is a family already in Heaven. They have awaited the entrance of a female relative, through my portal. Why did they wait? Because I did not have enough GRACE for this event until some time passed – it takes a lot of Graced to lift a soul, & I had NOT done my Holy Mass for two days but I’d been praying. Only after two days perhaps I’d said enough prayers to make it happen. They were GRATEFUL.}
Now another nuance is my Aunt again – she was here the last ascension, lol. She is hosting a PARTY within this ‘mall’ & I see her somewhere on the side up higher, an apt all lit up with daylight like the rest of the place – she’s sitting on a couch & inviting them in & I’m a part of all this.
*{Not sure why the aunt this time, as I had no special suffering except one day being exhausted, the next day too tired. But the hosting of a party is the celebration of a soul entering Heaven. This place is lit up with daylight which is the opposite of Purgatory, which is always, to some degree, penned in & limited.}*
The first thing I notice is the female in the back of the ‘line’ of the family entering. She’s dressed all in LAYERS – many layers of WHITE TULLE {a fine net as they use in veils} – Her entire body is covered with it as well as her head, & the veils have tiny polka dots of white all over them – & she’s SMILING sweetly like a new bride. It’s her JOY at being let into this mall.
*{Unmistakable outfit for Ascension, Union with God.}*
There’s a complete family here – a Dad, who’s the ‘head of the household’ – He has the long sideburns & a tall hat – & there’s several others I don’t see clearly yet except a BOY so tiny – he’s an infant – I hold him in the crook of my right arm as I’m his HOSTESS so to speak. He’s a SACRED boy to the family – most important as I suppose he’s their HEIR. He has some sort of ‘covering’ like skin. It’s a half inch or so thick texture that is course & thickly woven, a dark color. It’s a special privilege for me to hold/host him like this but unfortunately the baby wants to PUT HIS FOOT DOWN on the floor here, & when the Dad sees that, he will not allow it & takes the baby & there’s a wooden door here – pale green – to the left – & it is where they secrete themselves for who they are – & he puts the boy in there & locks the door. They are NOT allowed into the regular world & the boy wanting to put his foot down meant he wanted to be a part of it – at least see it. The Dad locking him up me sad.
*{I believe this is a boy STILL ON EARTH. He is their earthly future, an heir. The DAd, who might be a grandfather or great grandfather in Heaven, decides it is NOT HIS TIME to die & go to Heaven yet. Perhaps the boy is having an NDE – as often happens in such cases, someone tells the NDE person to go back to earth – or else gives them a choice. In this case, the ancestor decides, no choice. And the pale green door leads back to earth.
Why am I sad? Because Heaven is much happier than our Valley of Tears, the earth.
Have not yet figured out what his covering is}*
The family members are all enjoying this outing & being hosted & shown around. The Dad goes to a large assortment of textiles – materials for clothing & such. And he tells me he’s going to select a lot of these materials for business. I also select a thick material which is a medium dark reddish color with a band on the end like a seam for a waistband for something I want to create.
*{Material here this ancestor in Heaven looks over sounds like Graces that he will use to help his kin. Myself, I am also choosing something that has to do with suffering. Suffering brings lots of Grace.}*
Then I see a scene that bothers me a lot.
Two of the sisters are out in the street & luckily there are only 3-4 cars out here because they get completely NAKED & want to have an all-out fight here on the PAVEMENT, which they do! They don’t understand how their bodies will hurt from the pavement, knees on the cement & all that. So they tussle naked for a while, then they’re finished & I guess they get up & walk away.
The sisters seemed to have a different color skin – one more gray in it, one more sunlight, the sunlight thinner, the gray heavier – both young. I’m glad that was over & hardly anyone saw it, thank God! The thing is, this family doesn’t know OUR WAYS – they are experimenting with right or wrong – how to behave, what to do here & so they make mistakes in trying this or that.
*{These are two females in the family that are having a CONFLICT re if it’s appropriate to use my portal for their family – as I’m of a different religion. One {the sunlight} thinks it’s OK, & gray one maybe doesn’t & they fight ‘in the open’ – a conflict I don’t think they should have. And it has to do with pros & cons – like they don’t really know much about my religion, my ways, & so, that’s why they’re in conflict, wondering if this is right. The one against thinks they should have found a Hassidic portal to get their relative up, lol, But God knew different.}* {End}
Something about a party my Aunt gives – the mixed message is {1} Aunt means PUNISHMENT while {2} PARTY means CELEBRATION – like someone ascended into Heaven.
The beginning is vague. But the thing is there’s more women than men – & the women are all trying to be beautiful, sometimes with pitiful results. I’m with someone observing. My appearance is beautiful & perfect, I have a terrific BODY – shapely, large breasts.
*{My appearance etc: This is my God Self. The God Self is alwaysperfect because it is untarnished. It is a piece of God, Her Offspring. When “I” or what might be God Self appears faulty & imperfect it means my human self has blocked something good to my God Self – through sin…this is what gets purged in Purgatory – the breasts being large here means my love was perfect at this time, no blocking of the God Self.}*
So with this man I am standing there looking at everyone else. One female was partially good but the overall look was not right. She has on a blue satin outfit in several pieces – maybe white lace trim. But her legs – which are exposed under a mini skirt are BONY. They are THIN, which is good, but the shape of them is not.
*{You will see this lady & the one with the tall hair being imperfect spiritually. This one – LEGS mean MYSTICAL TRAVEL or where you go, where you went, what you can do like ‘get there’ spiritually. This means this lady was alright, but she didn’t DO ENOUGH spiritually – she didn’t go there, get there, spiritually. Not shapely, boney would be not enough flesh. So her activities were NOT FLESHED OUT. And so part of her is cleansed but part of her needs improvement. The white lace trim on her clothing is a good sign predicting Union with God – the blue is a good spiritual color. And satin is smooth, shiny & beautiful, so that part is good}*
I see everyone has glasses with a dark beverage like soda. I ask my male companion what they are drinking & he says just that – Coke – I thought maybe they had alcoholic beverages so the fact that they don’t makes me wonder about this party. Why no alcohol?
*{No alcohol – only the lady that ascends gets inebriated. I explain what that means down the line.}*
Another female is so SHORT that she piled up her hairdo TWO FEET on top her head, like a beehive but very thick – it’s black, & forms a square shape. Not a good look. She must be 4’2” so now OK I exaggerated, not quite 2’ hair but very high, maybe a foot but I THINK ‘two feet.’
*{HAIR is thoughts & here her ability to think spiritually, meditate is great. It’s black, which means healthy – in fact black is a symbol of God as the UNKNOWN – there lots of it – if it was white she’d be under great mental duress, GRAY, in between, & BALD means insane or nervous collapse.
BUT & it’s a BIG BUT – she lives in her head spiritually, the rest of her is not as developed or tall as she THINKS she is. We do not become HOLY by thoughts alone. She is trying to APPEAR HOLY – delusional – because she thinks holy. But to measure up to a Saint takes ACTION. The lady with the bad legs did not do enough action, & it seems this one is also lacking in that dept. She might believe she is a great/tall Saint, but here she’s like 5’2” & trying to appear the height of St. Joan of Arc, who is abut 6’ or more in Heaven. So no ascension yet for her.}*
Each female here is TRYING to look beautiful & sexy with partial success, partial failure. There’ a lot of people here – at least fifty.
*{These are all souls in Purgatory. I use little ‘s’ for Purgatory – after they ascend they become big ‘S’.
Then my flowery BINIKI top comes off – don’t know why. I have perfect breasts but my male companion, out of modesty for me, covers them with his hands while he’s behind me. A couple to my right says that he should do something with my breasts like play with them or suck on them – this is implied, not spoken overtly. But I exclaim,
“He’s my BROTHER.”
The END of the party.
One of the females is going to take my WHITE CAR & DRIVE ME HOME while my brother is also a passenger. SO here she is driving but when she does so I see SHE IS DRUNK! I fear some kind of accident. And also it’s striking that the road has a foot of SNOW on it!
She comes into my driveway with the car & I see it making furrows in the snow right in front of the gate of my front yard. The car is now like a TOY – a child’s car but it works & it gets you there. The funny thing is I don’t see myself in the car – I am like in the air apart from it watching.
*{Definitely portrays this is my brother’s client, because he’s with her – I’m not – so he’s her GUIDE but also my brother as we’re working as a team}*
So that’s the end, this drunken lady in the blue dress takes my brother home – it’s supposed to be me – while I watch & apparently, there is no accident & all is well.
MEANING:
*{I hope this is an ascension, Mother God as there are symbols for that. One – it’s a party. Two, the punishment is probably last night I had FOOD POISONING for several hours – suffering with vomiting. So this is punishment, but this could have resulted in a soul or souls being helped & at least one – maybe two – being lifted. That would be the lady in blue at the end. But not everything adds up neatly, please help.
MOTHER GOD: It seems like the souls dressed up one way or another but imperfect are females your suffering HELPED but did not quite make ascensions. But ONE who is DRUNK – in the blue dress, who DRIVES YOU HOME sounds very much like ascension.
First – drunkenness is INEBRIATED with God or Her SPIRIT – when a person feel overwhelmed with abandon, freedom, – joy – a blissful state. The rest who you observed did not get alcohol – did not get that SPIRIT. {Coincidentally alcohol is called ‘spirits.’}
Next she OFFERS & wants to ‘drive you home’ & does so – but you aren’t even there, you’re in the spirit world observing. What you’re seeing is now her CHARITY & a person gets imbued with CHARITY when they are ready to ascend.
Who is the brother? Sounds like one of your SAINTS like Charbel but it doesn’t say which. Could be one of dozens. But this Saint is probably the ESCORT or assistant in what is going on here – this lady might be one of HIS clients & he’s using your portal to get her out.
The deep snow is getting through the delusion of this world – making furrows, cutting through it to get to Truth, which is God – & she succeeds in doing his.
HOME is Heaven/God/Valhalla – our DESTINY & SOURCE. We come from Home {God} & thither we return.
Also, most people ascend IN BLUE LIGHT – the dress.
So yes, hurrah an ascension! With the help of your sickness last night & this Saint – thanks be to God.* {End}
I am working it seems for a Boss Man & trying to be the ‘main one’ for him. But I have two male rivals who also want to be important – I’m
jealous of them & give them deadly stares when they ‘suck up’ to the boss, getting real close to him by the door & speaking about work.
While these rivals are communicating with him I go to a table to do some work. I have several BOWLS where I’m sorting out mostly GREENS. I finish sorting & the bowl that has the GARBAGE or DISCARDED leaves, stems, bad spots or so on is showing hundreds of those old-time leaves I used to pick since 4 years old in Germany which are also growing on my upper lawn. These are like SWORDS or SCIMITARS, but soft, tender leaves, they are, hundred of them, pointing up from the bowl. These leaves are SOUR & make the MOST DELICIOUS SOUP.
The boss is busy but I catch his attention as he’s going toward that same door & show him the bowl of what would be discarded, but I ask him to taste one of these leaves, as they are delicious. I was hoping he would want to use them after tasting them.
He does take one leaf but I see it has a TINY little dark spot – which I think shouldn’t make a difference. He tastes it but there’s NO REACTION good or bad so I’m neither here nor there with this.
MEANING:
*{Help, Mother God! I know leaves are ‘victory’ but other than that, I am floored. Is the Boss Man JESUS & are the men close to him MALE SAINTS that I would be JEALOUS of because of their HOLINESS?
And sorting out leaves might be what I should be doing, good or bad, nourishing the good, discarding the bad, choosing my daily activities. There is something that SEEMS GOOD but when Jesus takes one leaf to taste, it HAS A FLAW. Can you help work out the details?
MG: I does sound like Jesus & two of His Saints & of course you could be jealous of how advanced they are – you want to be like them. It might be St. Charbel & one of so many Saints you’ve been calling on lately – ones you added yesterday were St. Fulton J. Sheen & St. John Vianney – but there are a dozen other males.
And yes you’ve been asking them to look over you daily & help you with all your activities & to GET RID OF THE BAD. What could this bad be?
There are TWO HINTS. One, these leaves are SOUR, & two, they are SWORDS!
Sour is NOT SWEET. Swords CUT or could HURT or KILL. You have been praying about & concerned about what you think is your FLAW of being ‘too nice.’ People such as yourself, you noticed, don’t get as much
‘respect’ as the mean, the bullies, the tyrants the self centered – those who DEMAND respect & are NOT particularly nice. You’ve been feeling you must be LESS NICE & thereby get more respect & NOT get taken advantage of.
But there is a FLAW to that. It’s better to be TOO NICE & get somewhat taken advantage of used rather than being NOT NICE ENOUGH – caring less, less empathetic. After all, it is not a SIN to be ‘TOO NICE’. But being less empathetic, less sensitive to the feelings of others is being less Saintly & holy! There you have the SOUR WORDS & the WORDS that CUT LIKE A SWORD.
Yesterday you tried out being not as nice with a person you interviewed for employment. You weren’t mean, but just ONE IOTA of being less sensitive & you dreamed you hit him on the head with a BIG STICK! In the world of God the slightest nuances are recorded – even a GLANCE – as you know – can hurt – a glance carries meaning, good or bad. It can be deadly or life-giving, hateful or loving.
The men you’re jealous of are LEANING on the shoulder of Our Lord– this shows devotion, sweetness – like St. John the Beloved, who ‘rested on the bosom’ of Our Lord at Supper. You are giving them HATEFUL LOOKS OF JEALOUSY!
The dream is showing you NOT to be concerned about being ‘too nice’ & go the other way – Jesus likes you as you are – very sensitive even if you get TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF by people! He – God – will make up to you what people take away! ‘Blessed are the poor!’
ME: In each case Jesus is by the door. Explain.
MG: It’s saying that Jesus WILL LEAVE YOU or EXIT unless you show him the TENDEREST LOVE & that is the self-sacrificing Love! That is who Jesus was/is – that is who you MUST BE if you want to be like him – the holiest of Saints like the guys you’re jealous of & giving mean looks! You gave them these looks when you experimented with GOING THE OTHER WAY being less caring – so you were projecting HATE instead of Love!
And so, stay the way you are, in fact, be more caring & loving, more sensitive, & don’t be afraid what people will do to you – live to please God, not care about people hurting you – do what you think, you know, is the holiest, most sanctified thing to do & leave it in the hands of God, trusting God to protect you.}* {End}
First, I go to someone’s room with a friend. There’s something sad or forlorn abut this, like did someone have a bad accident, are they dying? They must be attended to.
It’s a medium sized room, white walls, a white sheer curtain blowing in the wind from a window left as I look around. Is the person – a man – there? Did he leave? If he did we can’t help him.
Then I look in this bed against the wall – somehow it looks like a child’s crib. And a man’s head peeps out from under the covers – I only see the top of his head – honey blonde with streaks of light blonde hair, cut straight across, a bit tousled.
He’s there – we’re going to take care of him. It’s a feeling of his being a prisoner in the room.
*{This sounds like a Soul in Purgatory. One hint is the window with VEIL blowing in the wind – & the fact that he’s a PRISONER. The veil is what separates us from the side where God is – Heaven. Being a prisoner is you can’t get out of here just because you want to. If someone helps, it can be done faster, & here I am with someone who is probably my Guardian Angel, going to help this man.
Why is he under the cover, only the top of his head shows? His identity is secret, I see only a small part of him. Head & HAIR in this context are his thoughts – I see his thoughts.
The crib is because these clients are at times seen as children, a spiritual child to me. His state is not bad, he might be ascending soon.}*
Later things get different. I go to a foreign town. I don’t think it’s Purgatory as I see I’m outside, there’s a sky. I examine every street, the mall; look in the windows at the shops & residences. I don’t see many people, just a few.
Was in a store, it had food & other things. This town is remote & I sense they are lacking in some amenities, but they have a lot anyway. Some children – girls – are in the street. One of them calls back to me from ahead, saying she found the most delicious caramel in this store {where I’d been} & wants to go there for it. Sounds like she’s tempting me, but I didn’t care for any caramel. These kids are around 11-12.
Then I met in succession, the three Tony’s. Go into one Italian place, the manager is Tony – young & handsome. Go to another, same thing. He mentions his brother’s name is Tony, very strange. Then the third one it’s BINGO. The manager Tony is so handsome, so tall, so sexy. I stroke his face. He has a 2 day beard. His face is so manly, hard to explain someone’s beauty, but it’s very masculine. And he likes my attention, we might be friends.
He asks about me, I say,
“I just travel, see places – I don’t have to work any more.”
There were dozens of details I will not record as it’s too much time. Not sure what I was doing here. Maybe just “a change is as good as a rest,” – I’ve been burned out from work.
*{This ones got me, Mother God, need help. If it’s not Purgatory, what is it? Lately I’ve had a couple dreams of romantic touches like this – I did not record the one of Jean Claude Van Damme, where our eyes met & I felt love.
Is this a vacation, where I visit males who might be amenable to me & exchange love? Is it my way of resting? Am I traveling with my soul or what? Who are these Tony’s especially the last one? Who was jean Claude?
MG: To make an educated guess, I’d say the 3 Tony’s are your Guardian Angels, here to give you love. They know you’re worn out – true Love is an elixir, like Sacred Water, which refreshes the Soul. A Celestial Being can take on any form – you recall the Angel who appeared as your beautiful blonde maid, ironing the vest of Tom S {Jesus} when He visited you? And you remember when you appeared to Juana the first night as a male, the second night as a female? The hint here is they are 3 with the same name – all your Guardian Angels, all Tony, & one says ‘his brother’ which denotes kinship. And they are similar but the last one is spectacular. A spiritual Being has no gender, neither does your soul, neither do I, your Mother God. We can manifest any which way. Here they came to make you happy. You have CHOSEN not to ask for any man on earth – St. Charbel warned you if you did, he would leave so you chose to remain celibate & without romance. The same with Jean Claude, it could have been Saint St. Charbel appearing so beautiful to give you pleasure.
ME: Who are the girls tempting me with ‘caramel’ & what is this town?
MG: Sounds like ‘Mount Carmel’- a spiritual destiny as you are born on Our Lady of Mt.Carmel Day. This is God has taken you to a spiritual place for a vacation, ‘Carmel’ is here. The girls are probably angels, all the people here should be Celestials or members of Heaven, it’s pleasant. Your Guardian Angels brought you here for spiritual refreshment, notice they are managers of restaurants {spiritual nourishment} – they are in authority. It’s a great thrill for you to know abut these Angels of yours & what they have done on your behalf.
MEANING OF RAIN
Oh yes, lately had a dream abut rain but didn’t write it down, confused as to what it meant. But had another dream about rain so I figured it out. I have here 4 volumes of ‘The City of God.’ I’m indoors but there’s drizzle & one of my volumes to the right, on a table, is speaking to me pointing out it’s getting wet – all of them are. I take them lovingly into my arms to dry them, protect them, & am going to put them into my bed under the covers, get them dry, keep them close to me.
*{It’s THE RAIN ON MY PARADE. An impediment, something is stopping the fun or the desired activity. In this case, it’s my dreams. I’ve been distracted perhaps or too tired to write them down, I’m therefore losing valuable articles & books. MysticalCity of God is the account of the experiences of Mary of Agreda, who saw visions & Our Lady spoke to her & dictated her life. So on a smaller scale it is with me – my mystical writings which must go on – this is saying. And I’m taking the situation under my wings.}*
The other dream was I was in my house on the second floor & it rained on & on until outside was flooded & the floor I’m standing on also is, up to my ankles of crystal clear water. My husband Rich is with me. But then all the water recedes, everything is alright.
Richard stands next to me on my right, tall & dependable as he was. We look across the field from us, as if there’s no wall, & there, on the other side is Pablo, an evil guy I was in love with. This person is looking at us & seeing how devoted Richard is to me & I’m glad he sees it.
*{PABLO is the OLD GUY Nick, when I was relating to him as a living person / drug addict, totally shameless in his lifestyle, wasting his life with the other hoodlums in town. He was extremely cruel to me, to the point of my having anxiety attacks which led to heart attacks. Yes he was evil.
Now he looks at himself on ‘the other side’ or as he was in life from the vantage point of today. He has changed into the good, dependable husband as Rich was, devoted to me, at my side, dependable, helpful. He sees the truth now & I’m glad he does.}*
My Movie & the Rag Doll
I was working on something with others when I noticed there was something I could obtain that I wanted – like crockery, pots & pans – this is vague. I got a huge cloth slick vanilla colored bag I have here – it’s so big it would hold several coats, & I take this bag on my way.
When I get there it’s on the street. There’s a theater with a marquee I assume advertising a movie. In front of the place, closer to me as I’m to the left of the theater, is a large sign covered with icons, not pictures, but representations of things like on a board. There’s a ‘rag doll’ of sorts, at least 2 or more huge oranges like I have here {with very thick skins} – one statue of a rosy flesh-colored head & face, {which I put no value on – hold it I my hands & put it back – don’t want to take it} – & in front of this poster or presentation I see a large number of heads of people, all close together, staring at this sign.
I ask someone why are these people staring like that – this is nothing unusual, just regular things & they say,
“It’s the way they’re put together, all in one place, that makes it seem important.”
As I’m inspecting this display – all I want is the rag doll, & I take it, put it in my bag & am going back to my house. It had no price tag on it – it’s like the Good Will are selling this but it has no price, so I can’t pay it, & I’m just slightly nervous they’ll come after me & say since I didn’t pay for it, it isn’t mine & they want it back.
Anyway, I take a chance, & it’s strange having this small rag doll – about a foot high – in this huge bag & nothing else that I expected to pick up.
I’m aware of a couple women standing there {they’re in front of the theater facing the street} who are really strange, as they say they wanted that rag doll, but they knew they couldn’t get it because they didn’t even try. But they saw the value of it after I took it. They’re just standing there complaining they wanted it. One of these women has a square face like this advertisement where a man is wearing a costume with a huge square head, I’ve seen recently. These women are sort of ‘slow’, like no zeal or energy, just wanting things but not doing anything to get them.
MEANING:
*{This regards the MOVIE of your life coming to pass. The POSTER shows the elements of your life, the parts of it which are relevant. The FRUITS are the victories you won – happy fulfillment of efforts. The face statue is you as a glamour doll – you put no value on this & don’t take it. You pick it up, disdain it & put it back. You choose nothing else to take with you except the rag doll, the only thing you value.
The RAG DOLL represents your SUFFERINGS. It hearkens to St. Francis of Assisi who said he climbed Mt.Alverno to see his Lady Love & when he got there all he saw was LADY POVERTY dressed in rags! That was his spouse!
And here you affirm the same, the most meaningful part of your life was the sufferings.
Who are the women standing there coveting my rag doll, but they do nothing to obtain something like that?
They remind you of this mannequin with a huge square head. They are FAKE in the service of God & God’s spiritual precepts. They DESIRE what you received THROUGH POVERTY but they aren’t willing to PRACTICE IT. Someone having a BIG HEAD, SQUARE, means what? It’s ego – one considering oneself big or significant rather than being humble before God, saying ‘I am important.’
Why do I have this very large slick vanilla cloth bag & I think I’ll get large utensils but I only get the rag doll?
St. Francis said,
“God gives us all that is good. All we have to give to God is OUR SUFFERINGS.”
Is there anything else important here?
The dream is saying that your life is UNUSUAL in that there are many elements, which many have had. But in putting together these elements, it’s rare that one life would have such a combination.
What specifically, Mother God are these elements?
MG: the spiritual & physical, Heaven & earth in combination. Most people’s lives lean in one direction or another – yours goes equal both ways.
You read the lives of the Saints. The have specific qualities, Gifts & experiences, which you also have.
Then you look at show business people, & they have certain distinctions such as their looks, talents, abilities, accomplishments like winning beauty contests, being in movies & TV, getting attention & publicity.
But your life is a hybrid between two elements, which most people think are incompatible.. Spirituality & sexuality usually don’t go together, but in you they do.
ME: Why is the white bag so large but the only thing in it the rag doll?
MG: You once thought there were so many important things in life, but now you know only what we suffer in Love {spiritual Poverty} is important – Jesus & His Cross. {end}’
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