’to grieve an old mischief that Went wrong is THE BEST WAY to bring new mischief on’, as Björn Afzelius thought when writing his last great song before dying ’The lot of Elsinore’, The castle of Hamlet..
I had a dream that night that seemed to tell me everything.. ‘you want everything ehh.. ey.. muscles and a big negro dick in front of high culture.. well I have a thing or two to tell to you women; you insane demands can get tiring, and then a roaring gale Allah has promised to send to wipe out those possessed by psychopathical impulse of ‘demanding everything’ and never look at the culprits.. my body as is a well documented fact, was hunted all over the planet for the Qufrs of Stockholm to destroy my skin and break my bones and dilapidate my muscles gradually by injections.. why don’t you go to them and have your beef and complaint with them, instead of picking on me that ‘he doesn’t have everything..’ when you clearly could see that I had a lot a lot a lot of muscles to begin with? And good skin and looks and everything??, have you not gotten any logic??, well, I guess I forgot I was speaking with cows of hysteria that always will find something new to complain about.. well to the dream..’
”Som nygråtna Eldkvarns sånger” as my friend Thåström sings (as newly tear wetted Fire Mill songs).. So I woke up to ”För kärlekens skull ” playing by Eldkvarn, a Swedish band.. Translation: song title: For the sake of love. ”As newly cried Eldkvarn songs..” Eldkvarn means ”Fire Mill”
I will write the rest of the Dream but these are the precepts of interpretation of the Dream.. it was Deep future obviously..
“Mill” was the last name of one of the families leading a (underlined) persecution ASSAULT on my person in Stockholm. That is when I lived close to where I associated waking up the environment of the dream as taking place. In Vita Bergen in Central Stockholm (The WHITE mountains..)
So, it was like a happy day in the dream, the sun was shining.. It was like Allah described in the Quran, people at leasure, not understanding what is awaiting.. So me and the people (my friends like but not knowing them personally but they knowing me) we are happy and in a laughing state “have you heard the good news” (Quran) we are going up hill and these hills are taller and the park bigger than that in Stockholm. Suddenly, there is a big earth quake, (or things happening, like an Adabun, a horrific happening like some bomb or blast or something) happening. And we all realise we can not get to the top of the mountain.. So we stop short, and the majority stays up there, while me and another brave interesting guy which seems used climbing the mountains sort skip (or trip) down the mountain easily it seems.. What is about that scene is that it looks like there is danger of spiderweb black and grey..
Waking up, I realised the last message of the dream was LARS Win Ner Bäck (Winnerbäck: in English: Win Down Brook / Stream), not remembering first he was my friend I thought of another kind of LARS that was named something else.. Suddenly remembering LARS is my friend I realised there was something with his name.. yes, we WILL win, and put the Qufrs Down deep in Siberia Mental Hospital, and then that stream of conscience will be able to flow again:
En livsbön
Jag ber dig Gud låt mig få sova i lugn och ro, och i min själ ingen ond ande få bo.
Känn dig trygg , känn dig trygg,
Jag låter dig få sova på min rygg,
du ska sova tryggt hela natten till ljudet utav rinnande vatten.
Låt mig få sova på din bro, varunder jag hör det porla och viska ömt i mitt öra den sång jag vill höra.
Jag låter dig få sova på min bro, men lömska vatten fara inunder, men sov du, natten är lång, och då morgonen gryr hör vår himmelska fågelsång.
I repeat: SO WE REALISE WE CAN NOT GET TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN..
The Adabun of Allah you will not see, just as you can not see the wind coming.. though the wind has no muscles, has no bones, it is strong.. The wind is strong, my Naqshbandi brother is repeating me, and that is a reference of importance..
’to grieve an old mischief that Went wrong is THE BEST WAY to bring new mischief on’
those ’males’ imitate the women.. that is why no women is really in love with them
the woman is thinking: why the hell is he speaking like ME in tongues and symbol language.. I want a real MAN God damn it that can express what I really say, since for me speaking is lying.. I AM a woman!! she screams, and then throws things at the ’male’ and throws him out of the house.. I WANT A MAN!! the woman ends the discussion, with, that tells me what I am really saying .. not this stupid crap COWARD!! she ends the harungue with and shuts the door in his face..
And next time that stupid son-of-a-bitch comes with his knocking, the girl opens the door without hesitance strong in her wrath about everything and at once begins screaming: ‘I am not in love with my self thank you!!..’ and slams the door back in that poor bastards face.. ‘I only thought about money..’ he suddenly has a realisation somewhere.. ‘All evil stems from love of wealth’ Buddha says.. To love riches inordinately has always been regarded as a vice, but to love beauty which moves like a warm wind has never been regarded as sinful as long as you follow the path of Allah in it and splits it away from money.. The best example Prophet Muhammad therefore said: If I so had a mountain of gold big as Uhud mountain, I wouldn’t keep it 3 days but let it run through my hands..’ and he proved as following that in his way of living also.. When you stand there without anything, as RasulAllah himself, often having to starve the night with his women, finding only half a date to eat, then you KNOW that you are subject to the love of people.. Popularity in itself is similar therefore to the beauty of a woman, it attracts the woman, and IT SHALL NOT, I repeat, NOT, be based on money.. It shall be separate from money..
Katharisis is coming.. I felt it..
‘Certain things you simply do not do..’ the great modern Zen master of Japan once said, ‘like laying women , AND, trying to become rich..’