The dream began with me telling an ex bf how incredibly happy I was in this intriguing pursuit. The pursuit was not immediately after a man, babies, money but for unequivocal JOY! Something that by the look on his face was as beyond his ability as him becoming a butterfly. His face was blank and evidently uncomfortable with the new found peace I seemed to possess. A slight twinge of jealousy managed to escape the forced restraint- when he asked why I wasn’t this way with him.
Quite simply misery enjoys making everyone else miserable.
There was a party. Everyone was laughing, and gyrating as if there wasn’t a care in the world. The ex was sitting on the sidelines dressed in a black suit, like those found on corpses displayed in funeral homes prior to burial. He was lifeless and without expression. He was unimpressed with anything and reminded me of death walking. There was color, fragrance, laughter, and music in every corner of space in that room except for where he sat hunched and pale.
The sparse conversation had with the ex embodied the actual relationship. Short, emotionless, and tolerable.
I couldn’t believe that his affect was even still in my psychi. I couldn’t get out of that “relationship” fast enough.
Upon arising, there was utter confusion. What was the purpose in having that vision? Were forces beyond this plane trying to speak to me…if so what was the message? And then I got into the car.
I turned on the radio which was a usual morning ritual. The evangelist station that I thought I had turned from last night to listen to the latest contemporary music. The message the “VOICE” had for the day was “HOW TO TELL A PROPHET FROM A FAKE”… The message was resounding, it spoke to my core. The brother stated that a prophet is one who knows they are an actual prophet because what they see actually comes to pass. Whereas a fake, talks and talks and nothing is produced from the talk. He further stated that a prophet is diligent in making sure that the words (that have power) are used carefully and not strewn around loosely and carelessly.
The events are still very truncated. The pieces have yet to really come together. But in this moment, in this place the signs were sounding as loud as a fire engine siren.
Sometimes we just have to see the signs and put it all together as more “mortar” is made available. Stay tuned.