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I was beaten up in a nap dream after noon today, 25 August 2013, for not publishing this below in its proper rhythym this morning. I didn’t publish it this morning, because I was trying to wait on confirmation in a morning nap dream that I should publish it. I took a nap, dreamt about something else, was woken up by a phone call about something unrelated, and so, out an abundance of precaution, I decided to wait until I knew for sure that I was to publish it, and to act on it accordingly. I feel totally poisoned, which means there is great evil in play.
Yesterday morning, from an old friend currently living in a women’s shelter in Key West:
Howdy! I dreamt early this morning that I was in a house with a group of young adults. One of the girls (a pretty blond) was apparently possessed by a demon. Her friends were very concerned for her and upset by the havoc she was creating in the house. I was talking to her best friend (another pretty blond) and told her they needed to do an exorcism. She agreed and showed me a huge document she’d printed from the internet detailing how to go about performing an exorcism. We were both flummoxed by the instructions. I then told her that maybe all her friends just needed to tell the possessed girl how much they genuinely loved and cared for her. At this, her friend began to explain how that wouldn’t work. Mid-sentence, her voice went all demonic-like. By the time she was done speaking, the scary voice was coming from behind us. I cannot remember what the voice said. However, it scared me enough to suggest to the girl that she have my friend sloan bashinsky take care of the exorcism. I told her that he was from birmingham, which was pertinent because the afflicted girl was from alabama. That is when I woke up.
I don’t have enough information yet to know what to make of your dream, but I’m taking it as a heads up for something headed my way, or already in front of me but I don’t see it clearly yet.
I found a place to stay in a friend’s home in KW, just got back from putting down a deposit. I have stayed there before at different times, nice place, rent okay for Key West, about in middle of the island, nice neighborhood.
My KW friend and I had talked about my cat, Miss Kitty. After hearing some of my stories about how Miss Kitty lives to hunt and kill rats, lizards, birds, snakes, and sometimes bring them to me, even into my bed sometimes, and that she does not like other female cats, my KW friend has two older cats, a male and a female, and an old dog, Miss Kitty doesn’t like dogs either, my friend said she would not be able to handle Miss Kitty living in her home. We then talked about my having my veterinarian kill Miss Kitty, if I could not find her a home, because the very last thing she wants is to be locked up in another animal shelter, which is how I came to find her in March 2010.
I drove back to Little Torch Key feeling terrible about Miss Kitty. After replying to Stacy, I lay down and took a nap , and had a lot of unsettled dreams about my KW friend and her home, which left me feeling on waking that there was plenty left undone or to do, and caused me to write this to Ginger of Jupiter Beach, Florida, after she had asked what was to become of Miss Kitty?
“I think Miss Kitty is still in play. The angels might use her to work over me and my friend in Key West, which won’t be any fun. The angels find all sorts of ways to put me and other people on edges we don’t like, which is where soul evolution occurs, or soul devolution occurs if evolution does not.”
Typically, my dreams for a very long time have pointed me toward what I am working on when I’m awake, how to go about it, how to go about it differently than I have been going about it. But not about me per se.
Night before last, after I had heard from Stacy and had made arrangements to move into my Key West friend’s home, the dreams were about me and were very serious.
In one dream, my adversary is Lucifer. Meaning, there is great evil afoot and I need to be very, very careful. Stacy is the only person in the Keys, of whom I am aware, who took my advice to read Father Malachi Martin’s chilling exorcism primer, Hostage to the Devil. It seriously sobered her.
In another dream, my adversary is my own psyche, specifically different female aspects. Carl Jung, the Swiss psychiatrist, is in another dream, making me work very hard about my internal feminine aspects.
I awoke from the last of the dreams thinking Stacy’s dream is about my being at risk to Evil, and about my internal feminine aspects, all of which I already had considered before I replied to her, because nothing else going on in my waking life seemed related to her dream.
Miss Kitty is blond.
Love is more important, and I really do love Miss Kitty.
I am from Alabama.
I imagine various of my feminine aspects are orbiting Miss Kitty and the move back to Key West.
In early 2000, I helped a vet kill my 6th wife’s old and beloved cat, before we departed Birmingham on what still looks to me to have been a fool’s errand the angels dreamed up, which ended up with us both being homeless on Maui, and then my being winged and greydog-ed to Key West to be homeless there. I wonder to this day if that dear woman and her cat would have been better off never having left Ohio to come to Birmingham and be with me?
I will tell my friend in Key West that I cannot stay with her without bringing Miss Kitty, my dream maker won’t allow it. No pressure from me, my friend can keep the $200 deposit if she still feels she doesn’t want Miss Kitty in her home.
I should have known when I turned in last night, that it probably was headed in this direction, because I was torn up about Miss Kitty, and I kept thinking of how it was going to be for me living in very small space compared to where I live now, with other people sharing the home’s common areas. Been there, done communal living there several times, and in other places. I’m older and more set in my ways now. I don’t like being around people for long stretches.
Dang if I know what’s coming down. That’s how the angels like it.
Angels ain’t near as much fun as some people still want to believe.
Little Torture Key
Last night’s post-script:
I started feeling better after publishing the above this afternoon. I was not able to reach my Key West friend until tonight. She was upset with my news, said my coming back to live there was like a family homecoming for her. I said I was now upset that she was upset, but Miss Kitty is as important to me as her dog and cats are to her, and I cannot leave Miss Kitty behind and will have to look for something else. She said she doubted I will find it in Key West. I said she might be right, maybe I move to the mainland where I find a place for Miss Kitty and me. Miss Kitty, my constant companion, who for over three years kept rats out of my trailer and off my bed at night. Who, for every three years, tucked me into bed every night and every time I lay down for a nap. Miss Kitty, who was sent to me by the angels. I cannot send her to hell, or kill her, because the angels want me to move me back to Key West. It might be different if she was old and feeble, but she’s only about five years old. She is in her prime. She is a huntress. She is my best friend on this world. I have a feeling she is my best friend in the spirit world, too.
If folks in Key West really want to mess with mainstream’s mind, write in Sloan Bashinsky for Mayor of Key West.
A woman’s voice told me in my sleep last night that she likes this post, which I published yesterday afternoon and last night.
There is a different post today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, which you should be able to reach by clicking on this link: A cruise ship passenger weighs in on Key West’s channel-widening (bring in more and bigger cruise ships) referendum