The Florida Water Spray Bottle

I am with my oldest son, Daw'ud aka Nkruma, and we have traveled to the Northeast of the country. I believe we have stayed in this house, similar to a bed & breakfast, for a few days because now we are packing to leave the room we stayed in.

There is a little white boy in this room working on his computer. He is dressed in a simple khaki colored jacket and slacks. His hair is really blond and medium width. He appears to be about 11 or 12 years old.

He takes out a bottle of Florida Water and sprays it into the air where he is sitting.
I turn to him and say, "Wow, you got a spray bottle of Florida water?"

Florida Water in plastic bottle

He looks up and responds, "Yes, but I made the sprayer myself and I put it into the bottle of Florida Water."

 I say, "That's a great idea. I have my Florida Water in a bottle that has a sprayer on it, I just empty the original bottle into it and then I spray it out that way. I usually spray around my bed at night, 3 times, to keep the energies around me while I am sleeping positive. How did you come up with that idea?"

Florida Water-Aerosol

He responds, "Well, I invent things and try them out. It's no big deal."
"Yes it is. Do you realize how many people would love to have that?! You could start your own business selling them and people would buy them. I know a lot of folks in Philadelphia who would love to have that. Just insert the sprayer and there you have it. Can I get your information? I want to email you about this idea and see if we can get you some sales."

He seems a little shy about giving his information. I give him my "Voices Of Africa"business card and tell him to contact me. While I am talking to him, Nkruma comes back into the room from taking a few things to the car. I pick up our ice chest, which is empty by this time, (we have used all that was in it), and hand it to him, while I am telling him about the young man and his invention. Nkruma smiles approvingly and grabs the ice chest and leaves the room. I turn to see if the young man has written his information down for me, I want him to do that because too many times you lose touch with people you meet in your travels, especially if you don't exchange information with them. He seems to have found something to write his information on, and is doing it several times as if to make sure it is well written and legible.

Just then his mother comes into the room. She is dressed in pastel blue colored knee length skirt and a pastel yellow blouse with a pastel beige cardigan over her blouse. A quaint outfit finely matching the quaint little town we are in. When she opened the door, I could hear the voices of several people in the next room. It sounded as if they were having a meeting. The voices quieted as she shut the door behind her.

She begins to scold him about something. It seems she is quite annoyed with him, especially with his time he spends on the computer and the internet. He is a scientist and likes researching and looking into things. She seems to be afraid of it on some levels because she does not appear to be as literate as he is. It is a very small town we are in, and so very few people have access to a personal computer or even the internet. This young man has his own computer, and it's a laptop! It looks like he is attempting to hide what he is doing from his mother. Or feigning that he is not writing his information down for me, but he has several pieces of paper with the information on it. I move closely to him and take the paper quickly while his mother is looking in a different direction. I manage to get two piece of the three pieces of paper he had written on, put it into the pocket of my hoodie and I lean over and whisper, pointing to the third piece of paper I was not able to secret away into my pocket."You might want to discard this one"

I turn to leave the room and as I open the door to go out, she follows behind me and goes into the other room where the voices seem to be coming from and I can hear this conversation that is going on as if I am in there with them. They are talking about this young man who seems to have taken up a relationship with one of the ministers of the town who has fallen ill and is close to dying. The Minister has been bedridden for several weeks and appears to be only a few days away from his last breath. The young man goes in to see him often, and everyone is wondering if this should continue or if they should keep him away from the minister. They believe that the Ministers illness is a result of a negative spirit that they call Archons (Xenu-Thetans) and they go on to speak about this entity in the manner that it is spoken of by Ron Hubbard and his Scientology organization. (I remember reading about it and seeing videos of it on YouTube in waking life.) This little town is in a stir about the young man's relationship with the dying Minister and are deciding how they will put a stop to it as they are fearful that whatever has gotten into the Minister will get into the child. All of this I hear as if telepathically, as I walk just a few feet down the hallway to exit the building.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, but by the time I get to the front room of the building, I see Mantebea lying on the couch. She appears to be sleeping, yet I wonder how she could have fallen asleep that fast after just getting on the couch. She is up under a blanket and seemingly cozy on the couch. I look at her eyes to see if she is awake. The room is dimly lit and it is difficult to see her eyes. I stare a little harder and can make out that she has her eyes ever so slightly opened. I call her name.

"Mantebea, Mantebea!"

"Yes, Nana." she responds.

"How did you get down here so quickly and fall asleep that fast?" I laughingly ask her.

Then her phone rings, she answers, and I can hear the conversation, again telepathically. Someone from the meeting is calling her. The lady appears to be one of the leaders of the group in the meeting down the hall, but she is not in there with them at this time. She is a mentor of Mantebea or maybe a college professor, Mantebea had in the past. She invited Mantebea to come up there and spend some time there at this "retreat" (my dreams are very interesting, they combine waking life and dream life in one story line, so here, while I did not see how or why I am at this place, I am beginning to believe that I am here to be apart of this retreat as well.) Mantebea sits straight up in response to the woman's alarm. Mantebea is clearly not alarmed but the woman is so Mantebea sitting straight up was to get the sleepy out of her head and voice. (In waking life, know this young lady well.)

The telepathic message continues. "It seems the little boy left the room he was in and went to visit the Minister again. This time, he put his hand on the Minister's chest, just above the area where a mysterious glowing mark was. This mark started off small and began to expand on the Minister's chest. As it grew the Minister got sicker and sicker. The mark looked like an infection but it seemed to glow and grow. Not to a large extent but just enough to make the Minister quite ill and now close to death. In the past, the young man would go and sit with the Minister and seemed really concerned about him in a very different manner than the rest of the people. He did not seem to accept the fact that the Minister was on his death bed and did not choose to abandon him as the others had. While everyone was in the meeting, the young man went into the room where the Minister was, which was adjacent to the room where the meeting was taking place; and placed his hands on the Minister's chest. During his other visits, the young man had been spraying the Florida Water around the Minister. But now he was actually touching him. 

The door to the room adjacent to the meeting room opened and out stepped the Minister. A tall full bodied older man dressed in his Minister's black suit and collar. He walked across the room that where the meeting was being held, followed by the young man. Everyone was shocked and amazed and frightened. How could this be??? What did the young man know that they did not know? Where did he get this ability to heal the Minister? The entire room was in an unbelievable uproar! And she wanted Mantebea to go in there right now and see what was going on!"

Mantebea was not perturbed or really interested in following these "orders". She stretched her body out and waved her arms and legs as if to dance gracefully while lying across the couch. She was not really wanting to engage this, but decided to oblige the lady, because she asked her to. Mantebea eventually went to the room, dancing gracefully, taking a really long time, that by the time she got there, everyone had left out following the Minister. They were all in shock, and the only one that seemed to be okay with what had happened, was the Minister, and the young man, who cured him.

Archon (Gr. ἄρχων, pl. ἄρχοντες) is a Greek word that means "ruler" or "lord," frequently used as the title of a specific public office. It is the masculine present participle of the verb stem ἀρχ-, meaning "to rule," derived from the same root as monarch, hierarchy, andanarchy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archon