As the great MLK said Martin Luther King had a dream and I’ve had many dreams lately, its almost like some Divine light is guiding me and won’t allow me to sleep. Now I ain’t afraid of death, I’m a Buddhist I believe in reincarnation so one way or another I’ll be back when I come back I want to come back as a tree, IF I get to choose. I’m posting this quickly now just in case well you never know what’s gonna happen next but when I come back to this post to finish I’ll describe my dream which involves black friends the government conspiracy etc etc.
SO here I am again to continue. In my dream yes I dare to dream, I was in America working for these guy’s it was a conspiracy of HUGE proportions. It’s very complex so bear with me. My Guru Prabu Darma Yasa was in the dream along with a friend Lydia. I was in the USA being kept under guard while I worked for these guys who were employed in a secret organisation aimed at keeping the truth a secret and the truth when I saw it in my dream was of global proportions. Now I was being kept in the open which is the best place to keep things out right in front of ya. I was working alongside a black man and his mother cleaning and stuff. They didn’t know about their ancestor how they came to be in the USA so I explained I’d lived in Hull the centre of the half way stage for the slave trade about the museum which showed in graphic details how thier ancestors had been shipped from place in Africa like the Congo or Niger (river) or today’s Nigeria (that’s where the name Niger came from)
I will continue until it’s finished but here’s where I am so far..
This secret government organisation which even the President didn’t know about had been going since the start of the slave trade. It was funded. Well my dream never told me that, but I would imagine some white supremacy group bent on keeping the black man down. Now I have many black friends one saved my life Rodney Brown another worked with me she was called Ell Michele well her real name was Latrice Ross. The dream featured Lydia and Melody in Lydia’s case I was her ex BUSINESS partner, in Melody’s case her ex-husband. I wish them both well.
I realised for the first time how the black people in America were being supressed in one way or another. I’m a retired volunteer cop and I saw first-hand how even the cops picked on blacks. One day for example we stopped a poor black man for straying over his lane in his car on the highway he showed his wallet inside was a picture of his dead wife. He was taken to prison that’s the last I ever saw of him. I decided rather quickly to leave as a volunteer cop was allowed to keep my ID and later left America (supposedly Land of the Free).
You may think these are the ramblings of an old crazy brit but be assured I’m just an instrument in getting the word out there I don’t know who’s guiding my hand but the bugger is keeping me awake night after night and I beg for some sleep. Rodney saved my life on a lake in Texas I was drowning and being an ex-footballer he threw me a line. I had many black friends I met Stedman Graham a US football legend, big guy I had my photo taken with him when he visited my ex-wife’s school Winfree Academy.