Jan 16 '21, Saturday:
So, I was u and down a little.
For sure I had some kinda dream before I woke up right at 2:55 AM but don’t remember what it was. I probably should’ve got up and did something magical but I was tired and needed to catch up on my sleep. Haven’t been sleeping well the last few days.
Here’s what I do remember.
I had parked my bicycle and locked it somewhere at a gas station. The rundown ugly kind you find in older parts if cities and neighborhoods. I was at this station for some reason I don’t remember.
I leave this station and go on a bit of a journey or something don’t really remember only to finally make it back and get my bike and leave.
There might be a break here where on dream ends and another begins…
I’m at some version of my apartment. Evidently, the maintenance guy was fired and replaced by the lady that handles a lot of the office stuff and calls at my job. She’s out there using a weedwacker and shit. Hmmm
Alright, here’s where things get very interesting…
Keep in mind, I’d been listening to a bunch of music yesterday afternoon/night. Some of which was a playlist on Spotify called “Café Africa”…
(In spite of this being an apartment complex) I see what looks like an African (Nigerian?, Ethiopian?, no idea…they were definitely from overseas though…) Family and extended relatives moving in. Large family.
Judging by the furniture I was seeing they seemed fairly well to do.
Moreover, I guessed they had twins. I was seeing a lot of twin furniture (NICE looking furniture). Case in point, there was a set of side by side cradles, made of some kind of wicker with dark paint or stain. These cradles had some kind of fancy curtains above them, two little teepees of lace and silk to draw closed over the babies.
I never saw any children though. Mostly adults, dressed somewhat formal in most instances. A lot of older women. The elders of the family, aunt’s, cousins, etc.
They seemed like very upbeat people. Cheerful.
There’s a divergence here for a bit.
There’s a man. Jeff goldblum? (I’d watched “The Isle of Dogs” yesterday, and believe his voice was one of the dogs…so this is a bit funny).
He had a machine he was using that would cancel out all sound, and was apparently supposed to have some kind of unpleasant psychological effects I guess. Was he some kind of mad scientist?
At some point I’m joined by a girl I used to work with at a previous occupation.
She’s short, maybe 4ft something? I’m 5’11 and she only comes up to my chest more or less. A short, kinda chubby black girl with a raucous laugh, who can be a little sensitive at times (she’d cried like a child in trouble with her mother a few times when she’d gotten in trouble with the manager). She has a little boy who’s beloved by her elderly father, an older black gentleman who’s body’s been beatup by a life of hard labor, short, upbeat drives a truck. Rancher/farmer type of guy when you see him.
We decide were gonna stop Jeff goldblum (god, that’s wierd…)
We start making our way through a small corridor with multiple bedrooms, each one has some kind of bedding against the wall. I digress…
I abort because we can’t make it before the machine gets fired up again. (Though we apparently had a counteracting machine of our own we had fired up to cancel his out before venturing to stop him)
Now, in the back of this hallway there was an entrance to an ornate staircase leading up somewhere, this was shrouded in darkness and there was that sort of thick unnerving feeling like a low hanging cloud or fog of foreboding…
Evidently she went to check out the staircase.
When I was some yards away she suddenly called out "_____! Help! I saw two glowing #$#& (did she say eyes or bald of light?)! I’m scared! I’m telling him he needs to crossover! Help! (Sounds like something about what “he” wants but I don’t remember…).
Oh, hell no…
I jump into action, and when I get to the entrance I can feel a field of repelling energy. She was cowering in front of the staircase with her head down and her hands on her head.
I can’t get close…
“I need you to grab my hand! I’m being repelled but for some reason you can walk around in this energy!”
After some coaxing she grabs my hand and pulls me in front of the staircase. Feels like walking against the current of a river. I never let go of her hand, because she’s my anchor and the only thing that keeps me from being booted out by the energy.
I never actually see the entity (seeings not my strong suit.)
I hold out my right hand (projecting side) and begin to shout.
“By the authority of my will, I command you to back down and begone!”
I am the magician/witch now. At this proclamation and show of power she suddenly looks at me like a deer in the headlights.
At this point the curious happens. I begin to speak with the voice and inflection of an older black man. An African accent. I seem to be channeling some kind of elder? I could actually feel my mouth moving in my sleep in an unintelligible kind of whispering/mumbling.
The man that seems to be channeling through me has a sort of upbeat confidence about him despite the situation. He/I have got this. I’m working through him as much as he’s working through me…he seems to be enjoying this almost…
I/he/we start again, “Hecate, I call you now! Come and help me banish this entity! I INVOKE you!”
“As a child of Hecate, I command you spirit to leave!” (This is interesting because I would never call myself a child of Hecate in waking life. I don’t consider myself a child of Hecate, so this brings up interesting questions…)
I say some other stuff I don’t remember, and the energy seems to be dissipating.
While holding her hand I enlist her aid as an extension of power. Between the two of us we have a balance of masculine and feminine energy. I give her instructions as we proceed to project energy and banish any miasma or residue of the entities presence. I have to encourage her because she keeps saying “but I’m scared!” With her eyes closed.
I don’t remember much after this but I’m pretty sure we got rid of it and shortly after I woke up.
I got up and walked around a bit. For a moment I saw a little bright light like a spark or bright white led light fly by my right peripheral vision. Though, for context’s sake my head hurt and it kinda felt like I might have the beginnings of a migraine (sleep hangover). That said, I watched this teeny tiny light fly right by me very vividly. Looked right at it. It flew about a foot before dissapearing all in a second or less. I dunno. Maybe a trick of the eyes, but I won’t completely discount it.
This is wierdly similar to the dream I had with Michael.
Am I doing exorcisms for people in my sleep or something?
I’ve had dreams in the past where it seemed like I was giving people psychological advise or help before, and they’d react kinda funny, like I was in their dream and caught them off guard or something…
Was it me or the man apparently channeling through me that proclaimed “as a child of Hekate”?
What was the significance of the implied twin babies?
Did I see this girls ancestors?
Did an ancestor channel through me?
Were they people, or just some type of African spirits?
What was the deal with the spirit in the staircase?
Did Hekate have me doing something?
If so, I thank her for this interesting experience. Hail to the queen of witches and lady of crossroads! Mighty Titan and goddess!
This might tie into something I was thinking about yesterday, but I’m not typing all that up right now. Haha
On the subject of African spirits, Id like to relate the following…
When I moved into my current apartment (mid to late Oct 2019), I had a strange dream within the first week or so…
At some point I became a bit lucid.
I was laying in my bed.
A beautiful thin African woman walks up wearing blue/green clothing. Tribal? She had a green headdress scarf. Formfitting dress, and a sash not unlike an Indian sari. She had a very calm, centered, and self assured confidant personality. I don’t remember any jewelry. She seemed very simple, grounded. Very calm, almost angelic.
I liked this lady.
I wouldn’t say she was making eyes at me, but there was a look she was giving me.
I don’t remember much of what was said except a rather curious statement…
She said “If you let me sit on your chest, I can help you. I can give you financial help.” Or something to that effect…
I think she crawled up on me at this point. I made note that she was barefoot.
I said something to the likes of “well, I like you and you seem like a very nice lady. You have a beautiful energy about you. Ive got no problem with your offer. Something, something, something…”
I don’t remember if she straddled me or seemed to kneel down on top of me with a calm sort of sweet smile.
I woke up shortly after this exchange.
Never really came into extra money or anything, and never had any further interactions with this lady from my dream.
Here’s the interesting thing…
Some weeks later, I found out that the young man two apartments over (dude had a funny habit of running past and down the stairs every morning like some kind of bad anime trope) was an African exchange student. Though I don’t know from where…I’d heard him talking outside a few times and he had a very heavy accent. The go-to guess would be Nigeria, or Ethiopia…if memory serves me right those are the two countries that immigrate to the states the most from the African continent.
Looking back, I wonder if this lady in my dream was something akin to a hamingja.
I don’t know anything about African spirituality so all I can do is guess.
Funnily enough, this dude got evicted some months later. Money problems? I dunno but it’s interesting to note.
There was this one night late spring where I was laying back in bed. Right in front of my face just a few inches away I audibly heard what sounded like a black woman say “Byyyeeee…” Softly in an amused tone. With a sound like, “I think you’re silly…but I like you.” I just laughed at this. It was so out of the blue. Very cool.
There was also this one time at work before leaving this last summer maybe mid June? Or was it July? Again I audibly heard what sounded like a very beautiful soul music type of singing/humming come from behind me (let me emphasize, that it sounded really good). I wondered (“what radio station is that? Damn, that girl can sing”) It was time to leave so I went to make sure the radio was turned off… It. Was. OFF. I thought it had been ON and the source of the singing…
I asked my coworker if he had heard that beautiful singing…
“I didn’t hear anything…🤷” He said.
“No.fucking.way… you didn’t hear that? I swear I could actually feel the vibrations like it was coming out of the radio…”
At this I got a dismissive attitude. And a sort of “dude c’mon. You’re being crazy…”
(I don’t remember what I’d been doing magically, so this might be been some kind of passerby)
I don’t know that these things are related at all. But they are interesting occurrences nevertheless…