Dream Date: May 6, 2016
After working on
YouTube videos since April 24, 2016, 3 days after Prince made transition I
finally have a dream that helps me understand even better what happened to him.
Ironically, I was just thinking of how I hadn't had this type of dream in a
very long time. I was actually looking at this type of dream being an indicator
in some way of proof we may be living on a flat earth.
These dreams have me
escaping from some threat, flying and then having to pierce through various
obstructions all of which were in this dream.
To begin with, I
would say that Prince fought the best of them but he won, he was able to escape
with some of his "possessions" so to speak.
The dream begins
with me and my mother(she is always close by I must say) and we are looking at
the computer again. (She must really be intrigued by computers, cause this is
another dream of her looking at it along with me.) In this part of the dream
there is some reference to Prince. Maybe my mom is curious about him or maybe
it comes up on a news report that we are reading/watching on the computer. This
part is not clear but the reference to Prince is.
At some point we
realize that we have to run an errand or something and we go outside and get
into a white van (I don't own a white van, but it references something in my
personal life.) We get into the white van and I attempt to start it up and it
acts a little weird so I decide to drop it off at the mechanic.
Now this dream has a
ton of symbolism that I do not want to miss or gloss over so I will detail it
here as much as I can remember.
The mechanic's shop
is on some type of hill or upper level and not visible from the street, so we
had to drive uphill to get to it. When we arrive we get out and I talk to the
mechanic.
There are several
men there. Most of them of African decent. The mechanic I speak to has a
Caribbean accent. His hands are covered with motor oil and they are very gritty
black as a result. He is quite flirtatious to the point of being an annoyance
when I just wanted to discuss the car and if there was anything serious or
something that could be fixed quickly.
He gets into the van
turns it on, comes out and says.
"Ma'am this
shouldn't take much time at all to repair. I would say by the end of the day,
you should have your vehicle back."
He is still being
flirtatious but I can't deal with that too much. I tell my Mom, "One thing
I cannot deal with is a man with dirty hands, and a mechanic with dirty hands
is too much for me. His hands can't get clean, I don't care how much he washes
them."
In my mind I
envision someone who told me they were a mechanic and their hands were clean,
clean, clean. Even under their nails, no black grit. I was very doubtful of
this person's true, maybe they were just trying too impress me, but his hands
were too clean.
Shortly after that I
turn to speak to the mechanic and he
seems to quickly remove his "thumb" from his mouth. In my head I am
thinking, now that is truly yukky, he is a mechanic that sucks his "thumb".
But I notice that now his finger tips are clean but the rest of his hand is
dirty. In my head I think, yeah, he keeps that part of his hands clean so he
can suck his thumb, but seriously, the rest of his hands are still dirty and
why didn't he just wash his whole hand??
Well, it is late afternoon so maybe he is ready to leave work or
something. I don't know.
Mom, knows what I am
thinking as I don't always have to verbalize with her, she's in the astral
plane anyway so her tagging along is what she does. Sometimes my dream
characters see her sometimes they don't.
We decided to come
back at the end of the day to get the van.
When we return for
the van, it takes a lot of effort to get up the hill to the mechanic's shop.
Most of the people are gone and we are looking for the mechanic who took the
van.
"He's not here
right now, he went home, it's the weekend, he will return on Monday." one
of the guys tell me.
"That's fine,
he said the car would be ready by the end of the day, it didn't need major
repairs so he said come back and get it. So here we are to pick up the
car."
"Oh, he told
you that? I don't know why he told you that, because he moved the car over
there and he put the key up somewhere and I don't know where he put it."
"What do you
mean, you don't know where he put it?"
"Ma'am that was
his job, I do my jobs he does his. Maybe
you should have come back a little earlier."
"Well, he said
come back at the end of the day. I figured the end of the day was 5:00 PM. So
that is why I am here at this time."
"I'm sorry
ma'am, but the car is locked, I don't know where he put the key and he is not
here so we can't give you your car until Monday, when he gets back."
"That is not
going to work, I need my car for this weekend and since it is right there you
should look around for the key and get my car to me now."
Obviously, I am
getting a bit annoyed at how they are
doing this. The mechanic points in the direction of where the car is currently
parked. It is behind a fence, parked with several other cars. My mind is racing
and I am wondering what else can I do to get my vehicle. A thought occurs to
me, I will call 911 and report the car stolen, the police will come here and
retrieve my car for me then.
"Okay, I will
have to call the police and report my car stolen. He said I could come back
this evening and get it, but now you are telling me that I have to come back on
Monday. That was not the arrangement so therefore I will report my car stolen."
I signal to my Mom
to call 911. This obviously was not the
move they expected, was prepared for or even had an alternative for. They were
simply going to follow the rules of the shop, if the other mechanic did not give
them the keys to the vehicle they worked on, they could not take responsibility
for it. But I am saying, that is not my problem. He promised to have it ready
by the end of the day and I was prepared to pick it up by then and he left
without making arrangements for my pick-up so therefore, in my mind, if they
will not give me my car, it is stolen, and or being held hostage against my
wishes so I am calling the police.
My Mom dials 911 and
tells them that our car has been stolen and right in the middle of this all
hell breaks loose. There are several people involved and what ensues is the
chase of the century.
They are prone for
attack and begin to attack me with all they have. I say this because this part
of the dream has me running from all kinds of stuff they throw at me. I can
barely remember what all of it was but I do remember that there were many
characters chasing me and many things used to hurt me.
There are men, women
and even children as a part of this attack/chase. They come from all sides and
what appears every where. As soon as I get ahead of one, another appears.
They are throwing
things at me, all kinds of things… I can't remember them all but I remember
ducking and running and ducking and running and running and being chased for a
very, very long time.
It's a dream so I
will try to describe some of the things that seemed to be what they are
throwing at me. In every instance that I can remember, they were throwing
things at me.
Arrows….
Bombs….
Bowls of cooked
cereal…
Sticks….
Rocks…..
And much more…..
I remember turning
around to look a women plotting to throw things at me.
It was a strategy,
when I would escape certain assailants in one section or area in this dream,
others would appear, like out of nowhere and from every where.
They come at me out
of houses, cars, off the street, down alley ways, out of windows, you name it
they come and I am running and running and running. I am almost caught several
times, especially when I look and see women and children coming after me. The
surprise of seeing these characters almost made me diminish in speed as I am
running, and running and running. But I couldn't stop to consider these
characters. My goal was to get away.
Then I remember, "I can fly!"
I have used this
method to escape danger many times before in my dreams and so I may as well use it now. Most often only
a few folks who are chasing me can fly, and even if they could they are mostly
female. Men seldom can fly and if they do they can barely fly as high as I can.
The only thing is that I am not always able to fly fast and altitude is not
always gotten quickly enough without someone grabbing my foot and pulling me
down. Any weight on my body while flying is surely gonna make it hard to reach
altitude and I would typically end up down on the ground. But I decide to
employ this method of escape and I start to levitate. I use my arms to push the
air down to gain altitude.
To my chagrin, there
are a couple of men who can fly too, and they are close behind me. I don't
think they expected me to fly, but when I did they did as well and the chase
ensues.
Now I am faced with
other obstacles.
Narrow windows that
I have to fly through, piercing them without hurting myself.
Ceilings that I have
to pierce through.
Telephone wires that
I have to get through.
Doors that I have to
push open.
While I was flying
they throw even more things at me, these things are thrown at me to try to
alter my ascent, to shock me, to disturb my concentration, because you have to
really concentrate when you decide to fly through all these obstructions. If
you lose your concentration you are apt to lose altitude and strategy for
piercing through the obstructions.
It is difficult to
describe this process in words but if you can think of a bird who is
desperately trying to get out, you may be able to imagine what it's like. How
delicate a bird's flight is and how he has to circumvent various obstructions
that may be in his flight path. And even that is an over simplification because
in my scenario it is part of a chase, a feeling and a need to get away is most
prominent and not merely taking flight to get from one point to another. The
only point to get to is "through" the obstructions that may hinder
the flight and cause me either to get captured, fall back or wake up. Having
done this several times in the past, I am sure of the need for concentration,
penetration and determination to get "through" the obstructions.
After it seems I
have gotten through the roof of one building, I am confronted with another with
the same obstacles, doors, windows, telephone wires….. But this second set of
obstacles, after I pierce through the ceiling, I am outside, I am in the beautiful
blue sky, I am flying, flying, flying and they cannot reach me, not at all.
Later in this dream,
having succeeded in eluding my assailants, I am with my mother and we are in a
small elementary school type cafeteria, one that is in the lower level of the
building. A young European man comes into the room where we are.
He
says.."Hello, I am a student and I have a message for you. Your vehicle is
outside."
My mother and I
exchange glances and say "Thanks for letting us know."
We go outside and
see a pink and white ladies' bike outside parked on the side of the curb. It is
actually where the van was once parked before we took it up the hill to the
mechanic.
It was parked facing
in the opposite direction away from the mechanic shop. It's a little old
fashioned but it is brand new and shiny. It will get us where we need to go
with a little effort. I hesitate for a minute wondering if I can balance us all
on this bike but I throw that thought out of my head and proceed to get on the
bike.
In this part of the
dream, I am observing myself and my two companions standing close by.
We each have square
shaped back packs on our backs, we are dressed for cooler weather and there is
another person, "female" with us.
"Okay y'all,
let's get on so we can go."
It seems we are all
going to climb aboard this bike, with me as the driver-rider and now we can go
where we had wanted to go in the first place.. And here is where the dream
ends.
Prince got away, but
he will return. He will not have a big van this time. He will have some of his
possessions (talents) but he will be using a much smaller vehicle, one that he
can navigate with some effort but since it was a bike, he will be able to make
his own repairs. This time around his lesson will be of balance and he will
have his mother and a guardian spirit to take along for the ride.
Prince made the
mistake of trusting a "flirtatious mechanic with dirty hands" (his
handler) to fix his vehicle.
The thumb is a
phallic and sucking a phallic is the message here.
Since Prince would
not cooperate with the flirtatious mechanic, the mechanic "closed the
deal" early and locked up his "possessions" so that he could not
have access to it.. (Branded his name "Prince")
When Prince called
the "police" authorities he angered the mechanics who had his
"possessions" caged up and while they would not give him his
"possessions" on behalf of the flirtatious mechanic, they did have
"authority" (responsibility) to send out the "Star
Whackers" to take Prince down.
They chased after
him for a very long time, using every manner of diversion to take him
"down."
But he was skilled
enough and crafty enough to get through and to circumvent all they threw at
him.
Through death he
escaped and he will return.
Meanwhile, the
"flirtatious mechanic with the dirty hands" (Music Industry) will be
in possession of his "vehicle", (white van), his possessions, etc,
but they won't have his soul.
Prince's vehicle was
locked behind a gate with many others and the keys to these vehicles is hidden
by the "mechanic" handler that it was initially given to.
Prince's
"vehicle" needed very little repairs. But it was massive, and the
color "white" represents that it was pure talent.
Prince like anyone
else with car trouble, thought to take it to someone who was Knowledgeable
about how to fix cars, who could diagnose the problem and who could fix it.
The mechanic simply
turned the car on, that is… checked out his music and said "it really
didn't need much work and would be ready by the end of the day."
The fact that he
left before Prince got there, knowing the rules of the shop, he knew that
Prince would not be able to retrieve his "possessions" until after he
returned…. Ha, whenever that was. So in essence, he kidnapped Prince's
possessions.
I believe that if
you follow the rules, and come back tomorrow… later… for the keys to your
possessions you will get them, so that indicates you have to agree to wait for
them to give it back to you.
If you protest, or
try to through some other means to get your "possessions" they will
attack you.
Since Prince was so
gifted, the attack had to be all consuming..that is they had to bring out the
big dogs, all that they had, but still he prevailed.
Fighting to live on
this planet with all that is yours that someone else conspires to acquire/own
can be tiresome and very, very difficult.
It leaves me to
wonder if Prince committed suicide to get away.
He left it all. He
did not have a will and refused to write one.
Now they can fight
over what he left behind.
It was a conspiracy
but Prince escaped.
Excerpt: "This
musical landmark’s interior has barely seen the light of day. Only professional
musicians, privileged friends, special-invite fans, and journalists have seen
and felt its ambiance. Prince forbade virtually all visitors from photographing
or recording the inside (and he demanded journalists abandon their cell phones,
recorders, and notebooks before entering his purple palace)…..
Prince
died in Paisley Park’s elevator which make’s lyrics from 1984’s smash anthem
“Let’s Go Crazy” all the more eerie: “And if the elevator tries to
bring you down. Go crazy, punch a higher floor.” Could the very religious Prince have done that? You
decide. Now that he’s gone, perhaps the public will get a better glimpse of
Paisley Park, just as it’s posthumously learning about Prince Rogers Nelson,
the man."
Prince Rogers Nelson, aka PRINCE: { born: June 07, 1958--died:
April 21, 2016 }, in Minnesota.
Posted on April
23, 2016 by Earth
Energy Reader
Excerpt: "If
you read some parts of esoteric literature, they say that the most gifted
artists, whether they be musicians, scientists, writers, actors, sculptors,
painters and dancers are usually those who are channeling
something from a different dimension and bringing it into our
awareness to understand and learn from and I believe it. All you have to do is
really sit down and listen to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, look
into Nikolai
Tesla and his work, read the works of Rainier Maria Rilke, look
at the acting work of thespian heavyweights like Sir John
Gielgud, study the sculptural work of Michelangelo, examine the paintings
of Dante
Gabriel Rossetti or Salvador
Dali or look at the dancing of Gene Kelly and it becomes fairly
obvious that the inspiration and talent is otherworldly. In my mind, Prince’s
constant dedication, “tuning in”, connection and immersion to music and music
alone, places him in that category."
