College life was present... a party, maybe a beer keg.. and plenty of wildness to be had. All of a sudden there was a War going on.. it was nuts! The Building was almost falling apart and everyone was running around all frantic.. a very terrible feeling.
I was captured by what I believe was a Korean Military Unit, however it could have been any of the Asian(orient) Military Units. I was taken and treated as if I was a terrorist.. an enemy. They sat me down, tied me up and shackled me, so I couldn't move a muscle.
At first I attempted to struggle.. but it was no use. I then found stillness within me.. intent to just witness. Though, I had no understanding why I was there, I found a sense of trust that this would make sense sooner than later.
At this point, I was facing my Captor... He was the lead in command. He gave orders to the soldiers to shoot me.. so they did. They pumped me up with lead. I didn't feel the physical pain of bullets entering my body, however It was very clear how much of the emotional energy I felt the .. very intense!
Years have past and I am still a prisoner.. in the same chair.. and still as one may be. As time continued, the other guards began feeling horrible about keeping me there, as it was so apparent I was not the enemy.
One day. one of the guards just couldn't take it anymore and attempted to loosen my restraints. I attempted to escape, however my Captor caught me, killed the guards who helped and placed me back in the chair, where I sat for many, many more years.
My captor decided to take it upon himself to "teach me a lesson".......
He used a stapler and started stapling my face, my head.. my lips, my eyes... stapling for hours.... Again, I did not feel the physical pain, however the emotional pain was very profound and intense!
Many more years have past now and I am permanently deformed...
At this point, I have sat for years in prison... without a cause.. treated horribly with continual abuse, terrorized and left with a deformity, where I cannot speak right, I cannot see right and I am completely mutilated around my body.
Suddenly, I found a magnitude of stillness... and standing across from me, my Captor. I looked at him with authenticity and said, "I Love You". I felt such compassion for this man.. I felt such depth within my presence.. Such humility, such divine Grace.
Within that moment he began to break down and cry profusely... as if every blocked emotion became free.. he looked at me and it was apparent how terrible he felt.
He then released me and set me free...
At this point, I began my trek back home to find my Family... the journey was long and intense. I found myself on a Bus in Chicago.. I asked for help from anyone and everyone, but no one would help me.. they were too scared of how i looked from the deformities. Now, these emotions were very powerful and truly poured into my heart. I felt embarrassed to be seen. I asked to be left off the Bus, I was so upset.
I just began walking home.. I was lost and had no clue where I was. All I wanted was my family.
I walked and walked... slept on the streets and made my way to groups of different street people, but even they treated me horribly. Eventually I found a small group of fellas that I got along with. We pretty much did everything together.. eat, sleep, talk, laugh.. we were a little family for a short while.
At this point, it was apparent how these fellas were beginning to treat me.. attempting to take advantage of me... and eventually they just turned on me. I was horribly upset and exploded with RAGE!! I chased them around the city and eventually just started running in any direction I may.. seeking my way back home to Family.
I aggressively ran.. jumping fences, climbing homes and traveling rooftops...
Suddenly before my eyes were my parents, sitting on their patio, relaxing. I was huffing and puffing.. trembling and crying. I couldn't really speak, but I could say some words and sounds of screeching. They were so excited as I was missing for half my life, if not longer and we were all so excited and upset at the same time. They didn't recognize me.. and The emotions I felt were so intense, I didn't know what to do with myself. It was intense and I was almost choking on myself. The only words that came out of me were, "I Love You". And we all embraced together. I never felt anything so powerful in my life.
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At this point I awoke out of my dream state and within seconds I began crying on my pillow... This lasted for at least an hour and I didn't know what to do. I never cried so hard in my life. I laid in my bed and continued to cry, feeling every emotion from my dream. It was then quite clear that the purpose of my dream was very much to embody the greatest levels of emotion and compassion from such intense scenarios and situations.. past life relations and the power of love. I didn't do much that day, but reflect on life and my experiences that morning.. the power of emotions, compassion, kindness.. my gratitude for my health and joy, my gifts. I cried a few more times that day, called my Mom and told her I loved her... and told her about my dream.
Thank you, Creator...
