It is said that many precognitive dreams occur during this state.
Today, I had a vision, so to speak. A scene played out in front of my open eyes. I pray there is nothing to it but last time this happened, I saw police officers in mourning.
Sadly, several police officers were murdered that day.
This time, I'll share what I see. Maybe if I tell someone, nothing will happen.
Upon opening up my eyes I saw revolutionary soldiers, dressed in blue, digging their own graves.
Let's hope there is nothing to this. Subconsciously I must be worried about our the sovereignty of the United States. If you're a patriot, Libertarian, Constitutionalist, or Militia Member....be careful*.
I pray that Obama does not sign the Copenhagen treaty.
In any event, I'll be watching the news with keen interest at several points today. Something strange is in the wind.
Cheers,
S.
* The dream could refer to someone I recently met. It is a funny but sad story.
I did meet one incredibly naive third party political candidate last week. I know his campaign will unveil his naivety and embarrass his entire party. I'm going to try like heck to get this guy research to prove that he is looking at something the wrong way.
So far, I'm failing in my attempts at education. I only have a undergraduate degree in social science, experience working with crime victims at the DA's office, a stint as a volunteer social worker, and hold a master's degree in psychology. He may not think I know what I'm talking about. The best education, though, may not come through journals and books.
There are good hearted people who fail to understand psychopathology and assume that every criminal who claims innocence is indeed innocent. They assume that everyone is upfront and honest. That isn't true.
So, I tried to tell him a story. I told him of my time living in downtown Denver.
When I tell people the truth of my upbringing. They stare at me in disbelief. I was an orphan. The court handed my sister and I to a relative who wanted to collect the government social security stipend but not care for us.
My sister and I ended up on the street. We lost touch. Luckily, fate brought amazing people into my life who would not let me fail. Some of these people were individuals of ill repute, homeless people, other orphans, even a couple of criminals who had no where else to go.
In those years, I met my fair share of psychopaths. Two made my life a living hell before they were arrested. These people could literally beat the crap out of anyone and look calm as heck while the police arrive. Psychopaths are back-stabbing, lying, abusive @$$holes who can rip you off, beat you to shreds and make it look like they are the victims.
Things are not always as they appear. To illustrate this point, one man recently murdered four cops up in Washington State. He had a fairly long rap sheet. It appeared that Governor Mike Huckabee had pardoned him from a 108 year prison sentence.
Voters, where ever you are, please take my advice
NEVER VOTE FOR ANY CANDIDATE FOR GOVERNOR WHO PROMISES TO PARDON ANYONE WHO ASKS!
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Trust me, there are politicians who have the gall to make such a bizarre and short-sighted assertion. How do you tell someone with a posh middle-class background, who hasn't had to visit a homeless shelter, that things are not always as they appear? How do you explain mental illness and the desperation of poverty to a well-to-do individual with no background in social work, criminal justice, or psychology?
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Money can be a curse in that it blinds you to the real world. Adversity can be a blessing in that you learn to see more of the harshness and the beauty of the world.
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Before ending this I must say that after my parents died, I met my fair share of angels, too.Thanks Tom. Thanks Jim. I never would have finished high school without you. Where would I have been without your support? I shudder to think about that.
May your kindness be returned a thousand-fold. You guys are great!
Love ya,
S.
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