EVENT TOPIC:..VISION, ANGEL
Saturday, July 28, 2007
7:53 PM
RF# 10
THEME:..Angel fornicating.
PRELIMINARY EVENTS:..Listening to a song.
COMMENT
I was listening to a sort of love song where the topic was about having sex in the dark--a popular rap song at one time. While listening to the song a scene began to play out in my head--what I called a self-vision or an induced visualization. What this means is that I began to envision a scenario in my head but the scene soon went in its own direction as if I was not the initiator but merely the recipient. This is how I recorded the event:
LOCATION OVERVIEW
Sitting on couch in livingroom of current apartment.
EVENT ACCOUNT
Observing. I'm in a dark movie theater and my mother who has passed over[1] is hovering in the air, watching me make out with my boyfriend[2]. Supposedly, I'm an undercover Angel. Because the veil of spirit is lifted upon death, she can see the my true soul/self--that I'm an Angel with wings. She sees me from behind (sort of sideways), and from her vantage point I am beautiful. But when I turn there is blood down my face from my mouth and down the front of me. My face is one of evil.
NOTES
—[1]—..She is still alive
—[2]—..No such person
FINAL COMMENTS
Weird how I knew what she thought, what she saw . . . . I didn't record whether I was participating or merely observing . . . I assume I was observing her watching me. What I wrote was that it was not a dream, but a visualization. Obviously the song was the catalyst. This is not the first time I began to envision something and the created scene played out on its own. I don't know if I'm drifting into some in-between state or what or maybe tapping into some well of knowledge.
INTERPRETATION
I instinctively know this vision means that I am dirtying my wings through fornication.
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