Short Dream

Recurring Dream

I was in an arena and G’ No money was there.

There was a group of old ass black men and they were verbally attacking me.

They were on G’ No Money’s side.

It was like 7 or 8 men.

And there was a bed in the arena.

I got into the bed to go to sleep, but I couldn’t.

So, I just closed my eyes.

My daughter was sitting on the bed with me.

And she was listening to them attack me,

G’ No Money wasn’t saying anything but he was laughing and going along wih what they were saying.

At one point G’ No Money left and he came back a short while later.

“She can hear us, she’s pretending to be asleep.” One of them said.

I got out of bed, and a Caucasian lady came into the arena.

She was listening to them tell their part about how I was the troublemaker.

I was the problem.

When I tried to tell her my point of view, she didn’t believe me.

And my daughter started crying.

She told one specific man, that he was wrong for what he was doing.

I tried to comfort her by telling her not to let them see her pain and tears.

Because they don’t get to see mine.

We left the arena, and there was a huge market outside.

We just walked and looked around.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

A market signifies changes in one’s destiny, and prosperity.

The bed means rest, peace, and a need for safety.

I retreated to my comfort zone.

The men attacking me means that I feel that I’m being mistreated.

After all, it was 7 to 8 men against me.

HOW DID HE / THEY MAKE ME FEEL?

G’ No Money laughing and going along with them, made me uncomfortable.

I was concerned and confused as to why he didn’t do anything.

He’s no longer my protector.

And I don’t expect him to be after how he mocked me on his platform.

That was a huge FUCK YOU to me.

And it is what it is.

“It’s open season now.”

So, let’s do it.

The veil has been removed.

He doesn’t even look the same to me, anymore.

The wow factor is gone.

He just looks like a regular nicca to me.

This man had so much potential.

The men verbally attacking me, made me feel…

IDK, I wasn’t sad and I wasn’t hurt.

It was more like CONFUSION.

Like, why are y’all doing this?

Instead of attacking back, I took those verbal jabs.

And I left.

I walked away.

Yeah…

“I’m moving on.”

Sometimes you outgrow people.

I told you who you were to me.

I told the world who you were to me.

And you shamed me for it.

You mocked me.

But it’s okay if you don’t believe me.

They never do.

You owe a KARMIC debt.

You owe a SPIRITUAL debt.

And you owe a SOUL debt.

The spirits and the divine will not allow you to rest.

They will not give you peace until those debts are paid.

You can keep on attacking me.

You’re just going to pile more debt onto your head.

And you’re going to end up owing an ANCESTRAL debt.

It means that you’re going to end up passing those debts to your kids.

And they’re going to have to pay for it.

How you acquire these debts, is by doing wrong to people.

You may feel that what you’ve done is warranted.

But if the divine and the spirits pass judgment against you.

Then you owe a debt.

How do you pay these debts?

You pay in TEARS.

“You’re going to cry for what you’ve done.”

You pay in FULL.

“You’re going to suffer financial loss, death of loved ones, bad luck, illness, and such.

You pay in BLOOD.

“You’re going to pass away or someone you love is going to pass away.”—This is a spiritual death sentence

The spirits and the divine choose how you pay it back.

Or the person that you’ve wronged can demand how you’re to pay it back.

Y’all, be careful about how you treat people.

Be careful about what you say to people.

And…

I’ve just learned, that WE / I need to be careful about how We / I “PAY PEOPLE BACK” for what they’ve done to us.

“It’s what the Voodoo lady was trying to tell me.”

I told you, “You’re here to teach me lessons.”

You’re a karmic soulmate.

“We’re here to teach each other lessons.”—Spiritual lessons.