What Do They Know That We Don't?

I was an observer in a dream, watching little imps poking their fingers at me and making fun.  

Imp:  A European mythological being similar to a fairy or demon often described as troublesome or mischievous.

I still have no idea what this meant.    

I instinctively knew I was in the demonic realm but was watching from a safe distance and being protected.

I kept reciting passages from the bible and saying the Lord's Prayer.

I continued watching them for a bit and then clearly heard these words:  "I did it."

Okay, "did what?" Then I was poked in my left shoulder 3 times.

The next thing I heard was someone say the name "Gabriel."

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Dreams are messages and most of the time we don't have a clue as to what they mean so I started an investigation.

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After surfing the net and getting nowhere I decided to seek the spiritual realm for answers.

* First, I started off with the "I did it" comment.

I couldn't find any plausible explanation or description, so I consulted numerology:  

"I did it" amounts to the number 10 or 1.

1 represents unity and wholeness with 10 symbolizing completion.

Okay, then something was completed, but, "what was completed?"

* Then I looked up the name, "Gabriel".

The name Gabriel means, "God is my strength" and its numerical value is 9.  

Gabriel is known as the angel of revelation because God often chooses him to communicate important messages to us.

The spiritual meaning of 9 means a sacred triad (3-6-9) with 3 representing the Holy Trinity 6 representing balance and harmony and 9 representing completion.

* Now, the 3 pokes in the shoulder:  Biblically, the shoulder signifies All power, being able to use all your soul and all your might to get something accomplished.

The meaning of "poking fun" can be:  scoffing; mocking, shooting down, disparaging, belittling and hassling.  

So, what did this all mean?

I still don't have a clue.

As I continue researching this, I will post updates.   

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Updates:  

1/19/2023:  

The numerical value of the name, "Gabriel" is 9.  In the Tarot Card Deck IX is The Hermit and means spiritual mastery, growth and accomplishment.

3-6-9 is equal to 3 (Creation) 6 (Love) and 9 (Rebirth).  

Nikola Tesla believed that the number 369 was a portal or gateway to the 4th Dimension.   The numbers, when connected and combined are very powerful when it comes to Manifestation.  

What does "I DID IT" mean? — Mind Body Baby | Support & Education (mindbodybabyoc.com)

LGBT

I had a dream this morning I can only describe as being a colorful and tumultuous Picasso Mozaic vividly displayed on the wide screen in dramatic detail. 

It seemed to be a celebration of life.  The dream consisted of all gay men.  I was in the dream both as an observer and, unbeknownst to me, also as a participant.  This is not new to me.  I actually welcome participation in dreams as I am able to fully comprehend what's going on and able to gather up the emotions, the smells, the colors, the scents and feelings.

Let's see if I can paint a picture for you.

This dream reminded me of what ancient Roman orgies may have been like.  An "anything goes, no boundaries, wild sex, drinking, stoned, passing out, incoherent ramblings, no one to stop us and we can do whatever the hell we want to" attitude.

There were colors in the dream and they were a subdued Aqua, Grey, Turquoise and Deep Blue (not like the representation above as this was the only picture that I could find that came close).

These colors were painted on walls and on banners and on the sashes the men wore around their waists.

The men were bare chested with little chest hair and very virile.  They were young I'd say 28 years old with jet black shiny, curly hair.  They meant me no harm (I could feel this) and welcomed my observation and (I didn't know this at first...) also, my participation.

The participation part was like one of those "aha" moments in which you were so confident you were there just to watch and soon found out that someone else had different plans for you.

I was whisked off to one place and then another to view the "goings on".  I cannot remember how many places I visited I just know there were many.  Each place was like a scene unto itself neatly ensconced in a box.  (Think of a shadow box).  So this box had one scene in it and then the next box I visited had another.

In one scene I remember being swallowed up by some huge thing like a whale and being spit out again onto the floor coughing and gasping.   

But, also one scene that was a very deep and painful experience I underwent that I will not share here because I really do not know how to interpret it properly (if at all) and why I was made to undergo it nor what it meant let alone try and describe it.  I think it may have had to do with proving your male virility.  Something the Native Americans were noted for.  Anyway, 

There was gaiety that was off the chart, flamboyance, raucous laughter, camaraderie, elbowing, tickling, juggling, drinking, wrestling, making fun of, jokes, shrieks of joy, rumbling, tussling, whooping and hollering, so much noise as they played leap frog over one another.

I watched as they stood on high cliffs with waterfalls and then jumped down into the frothing water below.  They ran, they jumped they sparred with one another and all in good fun.

LGBT:  Laughter, Gaiety, Bravado and Theatrical

Tree Leaves

This morning I had an interesting dream in which I saw a magnificent tree.  I was on some sort of quest with my Grandaughter and we were meandering down little dirt alleyways filled with glass cubicles in which were strange objects and animals.  Some of the objects and animals were blue in color, others pink and then there were some with patterns.

They jumped and danced as we passed by.  

Other people accompanied us on our trek and were busily skipping about but I don't remember how many there were or what they looked like.

When I came upon this tree I was all by myself.  I have no idea where my Grandaughter is.  I just stood there staring at it, it was so huge.  I was standing at its base and looking up at it.  I had to crane my neck to see all the way to its top.  It towered in height over me a good 80', maybe more.  Its thick base was anchored on rocky ground and its myriad of limbs stuck out at odd angles.  I couldn't tell what type of tree it was as I couldn't get a good look at its leaves. 

It was like looking up at a god.

There was something very unique about this tree not to mention how old it must have been and I still can't shake the feeling that came over me.  

It's trunk was striated all the way up and its canopy hidden high above me and hard to spot as it was broken up by shafts of sunlight. 

It was like a statue carved in stone just appearing out of nowhere, just there, always there, always waiting, (waiting for you), always vigilant, always on the lookout, always there when you needed it to be there, a sentinel, a marker, a crossroads, a message, a thought, a Mentor, a word, a blessing, a Saviour, direction, a portal to unseen worlds, immovable, unmutable, a tower, a fortress, protection, formidable, long standing, strength.  

I remembered that I didn't have my camera with me and must return to fetch it and take a picture.  So, I went back to get it and returned.  When I reached for the camera, I realized that I still didn't have it and don't ask me why I didn't as I have no answer.  Maybe because the tree didn't want me to take its  picture, I don't know.

I still have the memory of the tree in my head and drew a picture of what I saw this morning at breakfast.  

There was no explanation, no reason for why I saw the tree other than I saw it.  I'm not going to research it any further just remember it for a very long time. 

The depiction of what I saw in my dream is the tree image I chose for this blog post.  It's as close to what this tree looked like in my dream.