Dear Sisters and Brothers,

The morning of July 19, a day after the Conscious Convergance gatherings worldwide, I woke from a horrifying dream.

I recount it here, with hopes that you may contemplate the meaning with me.

It began with my parents and I riding in a car on interstate, travelling towards the city. A series of strange events began to occur: A yellow UFO began whizzing very closely to our car; it would edge near us then go in front of us, then back around again. We barely avoided hitting it. It seemed to have a malevolent intent aimed at making us hit it to cause it to spill noxious emissions. By the power of my focus, I prevented us from hitting it. However, it crashed on the road in front of us causing a mass accident with 18 wheelers and cars. Mind you, this did not feel like a friendly star race visitor, but rather something in league with the malevolent machinations of man. This repeated several times. I was informed that it was a form of bio-chemical war; after this there was another UFO disc (again in league with government) which rained a "berry scented" toxic rain. My instinct said we needed to get back home (countryside, less targeted.)

Gangs began forming on highway with guns, killing pets for food, would gang up on vehicles. Also governmental "safety" officials would stop traffic to try and organize everyone and determine where they would go; I realized that this was just exposing more people to the disaster and that we needed to get to Cambridge (my home in the country). People began cannibalism, gang organizations would demand cutting out body parts for food for the "survival of the species."

Here's where the riddle gets interesting... The urban gangs turned into an African indigenous tribe, who after the apocalyptic destruction of the cities infiltrated into Cambridge also. Barbaric almost, demanded each family offer a body part (the sacrificial victim would still live) for the "good of the whole."

I became observer/witness of my family, my family turned to: young boy with straight dark hair and medium brown skin, part indigenous (but not of the African tribe, more like native American), this boy was I think representative of me though I felt emotions of each member, had twin sister, fathers face very clear to me he was part indigenous (native American perhaps of south America). The African tribe designated the boy as next donor, planned to cut long triangular piece of muscle from my/his right side of right forearm (I could show you exactly where, I remember thinking that I had endured my muscle biopsy so I could try to endure this though it was far worse and barbaric).

There was a man who was leader to this tribe, explained that each family in my neighborhood had to offer a bodypart. I asked for a month to pass first, so the family could be together (twins had been seperated from family for a while, when reunited family had built new house out of pine wood because old one had been destroyed, almost did not recognize children and they almost didn't know this was their home.) But month turned out to be how long it took indigenous children to walk a loop pattern on the family's property. Soon it was time for sacrificial cutting. The family had contemplated how to stop this but realized that more harm would come upon them from this tribe if they did not consent. Boy was prepared lying faced down on dried reeds, parents grimly holding him in place and offering what support they could. I felt what went through each of them.

The African tribe painted themselves with white and red dots, became loud, chanting and shouting, almost barbaric excitement, they became stimulated that the cutting would transpire, was big ritual for them which meant their survival. Row of tribal children on left and me representing the white people and my family on right had to parallel and ceremonially walk up driveway and up to the family where cutting would take place, slow steps, ritual energy building, family dreading but grimly and soberly praying (I was observer yet the family was Me), procession reached top of hill and tribe below was shouting in noisy din, their excitement heightened, father looked at his watch and told the pubescent tribal girl who was the cutter that she had eight and a half minutes--something had awakened in him when he prayed to the Ocean, and a memory reminded him that they would comply to this time allotment, it had to do with oceantide and/or distance between shore and this location. Piece of arm was cut, tribal crowd roared in excitement as if in victory and then left family alone. Boy realized it was over and fell into exhausted sleep. Father realized during his grimly suppressed grief and agony that he should be teaching his son more about his own native heritage (which was not barbaric, like the bloodthirsty tribe, but a kinder, oral lineage of wisdom teachings from his fathers). Something of this wisdom was passed wordlessly to son when he held and supported him during cutting. Boy woke and spent time daily with father, would lie on dried knotted or braided rows of reeds and wisdoms would be inherited from father to son, learned how to use his arm again, compensate with muscle gone, father helped him begin to walk again, etc. Father sat on porch talking to mother about ufos, speaking of them made some of them appear in distance, had to be careful because thoughts could draw them in and induce more attacks this time on verdant lamoille county. But I don't think this happened.

I woke exhausted. Perhaps I saw a "mirror" of sorts: that which we are Not, in our true nature. I notice the way the Urban gangs morphed into bloodthirsty Tribe... Ironically, this dream occured directly after the Consious Convergance weekend, in which many African indigenous tribes were honored. Tribes which are NOT barbaric, not bloodthirsty. Perhaps also the dream exposed the riddle implied in Almine's meditation on the Spirit Deer being preyed upon by bloodthirsty wild dogs...

Hmm.

Blessings,

Nimue