Our beloved MTH, sent in her dream, for all of us to discuss, let us all examine it and help bruk it dung!!!
Teacher, here is the dream. I was afraid yesterday to say it was Kartel that I dreamed about, but we can discuss it. You may use my name. Let us discuss it.
On Saturday, I did a properly cleaning of my house. I knew things would be different as I used frankincense & Myhrr (sp), changed all the water and made an altar and lit a white candle, I finished off with a bath with salt, water and Florida Water. I also slept in a white dress.
Minutes to 4am, I had a dream/vision. In my dream I was at a yard in the country (or somewhere rural looking). I had just left my house along with my eight year old daughter. As I walked along the road Vybz Kartel approached me and engaged me in a conversation. He told me he had a letter for me. He handed me the letter and while handing me the letter he said ‘oh its a Recovery Letter’. I knitted up my brow as if to say how would you know. He handed me the letter along with two (2) five hundred dollar notes. I took the letter out and saw the Courts Ja. Limited logo. I worked at Courts some 15 years ago. As I held the letter I was wondering in what capacity was this letter being sent i.e. as a former employee or as a customer.
Kartel who seemed to have aged significantly was walking with a stick has he had a limp. He started to tell me Courts was coming back for something (I didn’t hear what he was saying as I was very upset as he held onto my letter so long and worse he opened it). He said he knew that I was a good mother and I was struggling that what he gave me the two $500 bills to help pay for whatever Courts was coming back to reposes from me. I said to him, look how yu get 35 years and yu still a duh wickedness, he kind of snickered and told me he was going to the house to ‘check’ my daughter. I took the envelope and money, held onto my small daughter and hurriedly started to walk off. Then I said to myself, yeah man gwan guh check har cause yu mussi ting sey shi easy. She looks simple but she is NOT simple. I was getting a sense of joy as I ‘knew’ she was going to kick him down.
The small daughter and I continued on our journey. Within no time we were at my home (another home). When I saw the home I said ‘suh how Kartel sey mi a struggle’. The house was big. I remember just heading to the ocean right behind the house. Again, this house seemed like a resort. (My third dream with a resort setting involved in recent months). I was splashing around in the water and decided that I really needed to learn how to swim.
AFTER THE DREAM
I was concerned as why would Kartel visit me in a dream? I felt strong emotions as I knew I worked at Courts so what went wrong that a ‘Recovery Letter’ was sent to me. I only have a red electrical kettle purchased for cash at Courts so I don’t know what could they be trying to ‘recover’ from me. AFTER THE DREAM
I was concerned as why would Kartel visit me in a dream? I felt strong emotions as I knew I worked at Courts so what went wrong that a ‘Recovery Letter’ was sent to me. I only have a red electrical kettle purchased for cash at Courts so I don’t know what could they be trying to ‘recover’ from me.
Before going to bed, I read Psalm 91, 46 and 35. I said to my guardian angel yu betta explain diss to me and nuh badda send nuh sign cause mi caan read sign. This morning in the 4 o’clock bells like some one was talking to me. It said my entire family has been the subject of witchcraft. Kartel turning to go to my ‘small’ house to check my daughter was a signal for me to see that the evil wants to visit another generation and that my daughter was not soft and she can defend herself. It said number fifteen was significant (recently I was sick with flu for 15 days and “Kartel” held onto my letter for 15 years)…
While awaiting the staff bus along with my co-worker, I heard some loud music when we looked we saw this slim, bleached out guy playing some Kartel…I heard this song, ‘belly flat, belly mark-up’ as he got to exactly where I was I heard the music blarring ‘gal yu pus*y tight’…I was turned-off as I was saying the guy ‘nuh si big woman (my co-worker and I) and hear the song he was playing first thing in the morning (not quite 7 am). He took a few steps and like he was deciding should he walk down further or stay there and wait on the bus. I then saw him going into in pocket and something fell. The paper that fell out looked ‘reddish’ in colour. So I said that was not any paper notes that we used. I was still drawn to the paper as cars were driving pass and the paper was not blowing away. I looked and saw a lady and immediately I was told to go and pick up the ‘paper that fell from the guy’ when I looked to my left I saw that a car was coming.
When I got nearer to the paper I realized that it was a crushed up $500 bill. When I went back to where my co-worker was she said ‘a wey yu fine’ and I smiled and didnt answer. My mind was racing a million miles per hour. My co-worker started to tell me she had never found any money before. I knew it was the guy’s money but I wasn’t sure if I was to call him and give it back or keep it. The co-worker said a fi him own enno. I said to her, should I give him back, to this she said yes. That very instant the guy started searching his pocket and looked around on the ground. I called out to him and he started to come towards us…I then said to him a wah? yu lass something, to this he said ‘yes’. I then asked wey yu lass and he held up 5 fingers…I motioned that I had it. When he got near to me he said ‘mummy yu nat even know how yu juss save mi’. Mi sey, ‘save yu’? How $500 fi save yu? He said is mi lass money, mi nuh have nuh more…We laughed and he walked off. Shortly after the bus came.
I am just concerned why was I the one to find the money and what is this dream trying to tell me.
Àìfini peni àìfèyàn pèyàn, ló ńmú ara oko sán bàǹtẹ́ wọ̀lú. /
Lack of civility is what makes a farm dweller to come into town in a loincloth…….Yoruba Proverb!
[Used to decry bad manners; simple courtesy dictates some things ought not to be.]