Post by sparklekaz on Dec 29, 2011 16:01:09 GMT
I would like to share a dream I had last night. I am hoping that Silvia (floraloak) will look at it for me. Anyone else that has any thoughts on it.. please feel free to share. 
I am walking through the town, I see people are grouping together. So I walk over to them. A tall black man, who I recognise, from a previous dream or vision, I don't know. But I know him, though I don't know his name. He is tall, muscular, dignified and I know he is a good man, a protector.
Then a taxi comes along, and in it are three men. They look Indian, wearing long red robes and red turbans. They are priests or monks, I am not sure, but they are holy men. I have been waiting for them. They look happy to see me, they get out of the taxi, greet me then come and stand beside me.
I notice there is a women stood beside me. She is an Indian lady wearing a sari, she has a bindi mark on her forehead. She raises her hands together as in prayer. Lifts them to her brow and bows. I bow back raising my hands in the same way. She smiles and points to tattoos on my wrist on my write hand. There are three of them exactly the same. They look similar to the swastika markings with two straight vertical lines either side of each one. She comments on my greeting and points to the tattoos again on my wrist. she says you wear the mark, we are the same.
We all then walk together across the street. Many people have joined us. We are creating our own world community. Literally, we are all going somewhere to live, together. There is a lot of joy and happiness. A strong sense of togetherness. It is strange looking around. The rest of the town is completely empty, as if we are the only ones there.
Thats my dream.. I look forward to hearing what you think of it.
Love and light
Kaz
I am walking through the town, I see people are grouping together. So I walk over to them. A tall black man, who I recognise, from a previous dream or vision, I don't know. But I know him, though I don't know his name. He is tall, muscular, dignified and I know he is a good man, a protector.
Then a taxi comes along, and in it are three men. They look Indian, wearing long red robes and red turbans. They are priests or monks, I am not sure, but they are holy men. I have been waiting for them. They look happy to see me, they get out of the taxi, greet me then come and stand beside me.
I notice there is a women stood beside me. She is an Indian lady wearing a sari, she has a bindi mark on her forehead. She raises her hands together as in prayer. Lifts them to her brow and bows. I bow back raising my hands in the same way. She smiles and points to tattoos on my wrist on my write hand. There are three of them exactly the same. They look similar to the swastika markings with two straight vertical lines either side of each one. She comments on my greeting and points to the tattoos again on my wrist. she says you wear the mark, we are the same.
We all then walk together across the street. Many people have joined us. We are creating our own world community. Literally, we are all going somewhere to live, together. There is a lot of joy and happiness. A strong sense of togetherness. It is strange looking around. The rest of the town is completely empty, as if we are the only ones there.
Thats my dream.. I look forward to hearing what you think of it.
Love and light
Kaz
They looked Indian… well, the 3 wise men did come from the east 
