LAWRENCE, KANSAS, Friday, March 1, 2024, 6:04 AM, CST—
Last night, or rather the morning of February 23rd, 2024, I had a Dream, or a Revelation, while asleep before I woke.
I met my late cats, Smoky and Splitter, and my dog, Maya, who has also passed into the Afterthought which, to me, is another way of saying the Afterlife, the place we visit each night while we dream; the same place where we go after our bodies die from “this” life.
There was also a woman, whose first name begins with an M.
Mallory.
That rhymes with Valerie, my very first friend, a girl, when I was a boy.
Mallory means, “Poor, unfortunate person”, and that makes my heart think.
Damsels in distress are unfortunates, and that is who White Knights, like Don Quixote, Jesus Christ, or myself, the Eric Hyde I am, save.
To be clear, I am not Jesus Christ. I am Eric B. Hyde.
Nevertheless, damsels need love, as do men.
Or, maybe it is some other kind of message.
Reverend Barbee Jr. told me, February 24th, that I should ask the Lord to help show me answers about how she will be revealed in “this” life.
I did meet a Sarah, recently, and we shook hands like in the Terminator II: Judgement Day movie clip from my article titled, Epilogue; and my neighbor’s fiancé is named Connor. There is a connection to film “media”, which means film “middle”.
I really am the “Terminator II”, somehow in a way; or, maybe some sort of John Connor. We will see.
Eric means “Ruler or all, or “Eternal one”.
Bock, my Middle Name, means “Ram”, or “Male Sheep”, or “Roebuck”, and even “Luck” in Romani.
It also etymologically corresponds to the Irish “Bok”, which means “Niglet,” or “A stream”, like the Aborigines who referred to their positions in this life as “Dream Walkers”.
Hyde means “Field”, or “A place where you hunt or observe animals”, or a “Skin hide.”
I asked a “brother” I know the other day for his number, and the first message he sent was, “Seek”, because my last name is Hyde.
His name is Dirk, and he sent it to me in a fatherly way.
The implications of this Revelation are intense, to say the least.
But, before Mallory, in the Dream, I was very happy to see my long since passed dear cats, and my dog, again.
I had not seen them in a while, and I felt blessed to see them in my dream, because I miss them in “this” life.
The cats, in the Dream, because that is what I am mostly talking about, now, had morphed from out of my current cat, Moxie, who lives in “this” life, and whom I rescued after returning home from a failed relationship, losing my first-born, unborn child in Minneapolis, Minnesota, to a day short of fifteen weeks abortion some years ago.
The dear lady of my former life has a name that begins with an A.
Her Middle Initial is M.
Her Last Initials are A.-H.
Maya morphed from out of the Dreamlike ether, and then into Rosie, my mother’s current dog, but only while thinking about Rosie, in words, after I awoke.
In “this” life, after the abortion, I returned back to Lawrence, Kansas, and soon began my life, again, Through Hardships to the Stars.
Not long after, I rescued that cat named Moxie outside of the 1605 address where I grew up at, and where I was hit by the car that gave me a coma in 2nd Grade on March 16th, 1994, where I was rescued by a Paramedic named Eve McIntosh, now Eve Tolefree.
Eve graduated from the same Paramedic School that I graduated from at Johnson County Community College, in Overland Park, Kansas.
My unborn, aborted child I thought would be a girl. That is why I chose a girl actress for my first $30,000 something budget movie titled From Ashes to Immortality (2016), because I wanted to honor her by giving her immortality in the end, which I truly believe is the case.
Dell Martin, played by actor Mike Anderson, is really a representation of me, but also an immortalization of Larry Martin, a long since passed paleontologist at the University of Kansas, whose claim to fame was the discovery of how the Saber-tooth cat used its fangs, or incisors: The curved upper front teeth, when beginning to clench into the neck of its prey, would eventually by a principle of force, rip out the trachea of its selected victim.
I was not man enough, then, to face the music of being a father with an ex-fiancee who was determined to get an abortion. Women have their reasons, as do men. But, again, I speak truthfully when I say, It was all my fault, and I never want to do that, again.
But you know what?
It was all her fault, too, my neighbor mom-lady said.
I miss that baby very, very much.
The year 1605 is the year that the first half of Don Quixote was originally published. It is also the last four numbers of my telephone number, and more.
Anyway, Moxie lives with my mother, Beverly, still a well-known Lawrence Public Schools 2nd Grade Teacher in Lawrence, Kansas, at Cordley Elementary, named after Reverend Richard Cordley.
R. Cordley was an early settler of Lawrence and a survivor of both the Sacking of Lawrence and the Lawrence Massacre in 1863. The history about him is mixed, because he was also charged with violating the Slaves Act by hiring African slaves from the Underground Railroad at very low wages. Ask a bunch of Africans in Lawrence who go way back. A lot of them tell stories of the evil White families in Lawrence.
This is why he violated the Slaves Act during the Bleeding Kansas Days, the Days of Abolition that are said to have triggered the American Civil War, with people like John Brown who was a murderer; the same as William Quantrill who burned down the Eldridge Hotel in Downtown Lawrence.
Lawrence still loves the idea of bringing in immigrants and hiring them at low wages, so both of these historical narratives are true.
According to my cross-examination through research, Quantrill only killed men, and did not kill women and children in his Raid of Vengeance specifically targeting corrupt Lawrence leaders. It’s in the historical newspapers.
They are even in the historic Oak Hill Cemetery in Lawrence, plain as day, maintaining the one-sided “abolitionist” lie, in order to preserve the perversity of the truth, which is called deception.
Everyone in the Civil War needed to grow up; yet, it was necessary, in order to learn how to grow upward, and evolve our Nation—together.
Quantrill was not part of the Confederate Army, but an Independent, and even had free Black militiamen in his band of warriors.
I grew up thinking that John Brown was the only good one. That is the common narrative in Lawrence, and even in the Topeka State Capitol.
Quantrill was even once a teacher in Lawrence, Kansas, before he sought revenge for certain Jawhawkers and Redlegs, Kansas Territory-backed leaders who killed some family-friend people of Quantrill’s men during those Cowboy Wild West Days.
When I got older, and frustrated with what the hypocritical City of Lawrence did to me, I explored the history of all of this Heartland strife, and from a Quantrill standpoint, found that his side actually tended to be more innocent; however, they were both wrong, because of the violence they both employed.
None of these people were Christians; they were all hypocrites, or pretenders; people who talk the talk, but do not walk the walk in the Name of a forgiving God, or whatever that Higher Power they chose to ignore.
In the Holy Bible, these are the most dangerous kinds of people in all of human history, no matter what label they are given.
I am not interested in fighting a malicious war.
But, now, let’s turn to back to my cat, Moxie.
She really loves me, because I really love her.
I usually name my animals, but this time, I let my mother name her. I am very grateful for my mother for that. I love you, Mom!
Maya and Smoky and Splitter were there, too, in the Dream at first, as if to say,
“Hello, We are still here.”
Then, the Dream morphed, and I found myself naked under a White goose down bed spread, in another room, in another bed, in gaiety and naked, but in another apartment, and on another bed.
“In my Father’s house are many mansions.”
In this Dream, Mallory, who I barely but surely know in “this” life, came up to me, while I was, then, in her room on that bed.
My naked head, torso and arms were free, as well as my naked legs shooting out from under the White bed spread.
I felt love from my heart for Mallory, and she extended that same love in return.
In “this” life, I even told my mother about her almost a year ago.
But, in the Dream, Mallory, smiling and free, lay atop me.
We were happy in this Dream, in the expressed idea, action, and feeling of Holy matrimony.
There was no need for coitus.
In fact, her clothes were still on, even.
It was Wonderful.
Then, I awoke to “this” plane of reality, and handled some personal affairs.
When my tasks were complete, I came to the realization:
We always live, we never truly die, and the Woman of my Dreams might be my future Wife.
It will be my responsibility to trust what reality shows me as I walkabout “this” life, and to trust what presents itself on that path of faith within and without.
I also realized that the animals we care for are all related in a shared identity.
The video below, however, is me speaking from my heart.
It is about how I am—
See for your self.
God is but a Dream.
Before I end this segment, know that Lawrencian Reverend Leo Barbee Jr. told me to read a chapter from the Book of Proverbs everyday, and see what God reveals to me.
I usually do not trust people, but I remember feeling like I had to submit to his Godly authority, so I said, “OK.”
Then, the very next day, I crossed paths with Mallory in “this” life, asked her out, because I wanted to tell her about my Dream. She looked interested, but was on her way to be with family.
“It’s good to be with family.”
We’ll see what God reveals. Everyday recently has been a mega blessing on that path of discovering who will be my Wife.
THE END
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