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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".
2019-06-27 01:34:07
On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".
2019-06-27 01:33:03
It was a nice sunny day, I was with my family, my friend and her mom. We were driving to lunch after church, but for some reason, we ended up at the huge stadium. There was a guy talking through a microphone and some people were singing in the background. My family and I sat down in some seats that were lower to the ground. My friend and her mom sat next to us. I looked up and saw people sitting on these bleachers that were almost 100 feet high. The bleacher was practically balancing on this 5 foot wide pole. It looked kind of creepy to be honest, but I wasn't sitting up there so I didn't worry about it that much. Suddenly my friend's mom poked me in the shoulder and whispered something in my ear. (This is when my dream gets random.) "Look up there." she whispered and pointed up on the high bleacher I mentioned earlier. (First of all, I am an Invader Zim fan right now.) I looked up and saw Zim and Gir (Gir was in his disguise) sitting on the far right of the bleacher, Dib sitting next to his father (Professor Membrane) (Sitting in the middle seats) and Gaz sitting a few seats away from them, playing her video games. My friend's mom told me to go up and meet them. I was so hyped, but I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself, so I casually walked over to the pole, and climbed these stairs leading to the bleachers. When I reached to the top, I dashed over to Zim and Gir. Zim was confused that this random girl (me) came over to meet him. Gir, on the other hand was so excited to meet someone new. Gir was getting all hyperactive and hopping around. My friend's mom followed me up, (but I didn't notice) and she said that me and Gir should get a picture taken together. I was all for it and Gir was clapping his hands excitedly. He went on my shoulder and we both smiled. She grabbed her phone and took the picture. After she left, I went over to Dib, Gaz, and their father. Was sitting down, bored out of his mind, Gaz was play her games, and Professor Membrane was listening to the guy speak. The same thing happened like before; I meet them and got a picture taken. After that, the guy concluded this meeting thing and dismissed everyone. I went down to my family and we all went home. (I know, that was super weird.)
2017-10-06 09:32:23
I had an outer body experience last night while manifesting through dark energy on a love and money spell that I had cast earlier that day. My physical body took on a black silhouette figure and I found my outer body standing in the front yard of my house looking up at the moon that was six times it's normal size and had stars abnormally clustered around it. I looked up at the moon and defiantly said "I want the money and the wealth! He WILL love me! This is what I want and this is how it's going to be!" I repeated the same thing twice and then the vessels of my heart protruded out of my chest like giant tubes and one vessel connected directly to the moon and the other stretched it's way all the way to my lover's house through his bedroom window. I looked at the moon again in my dark form and said "This is what I want and this is how it's going to be!"I began making motions with my hands as if pulling the manifestation into me and into my heart. Right after that money began to fall from the sky towards me. As I reached down to pick it up I noticed the street was made out of soft, cushion like rocks and every piece of money I picked up was all 100 dollar bills and nothing less. I had so many 100 dollar bills in my hand that it became an enlarged stack of them. Next a silhouette of a nice looking car popped up on the street and my lover appeared also in a black silhouette form and he said my name. I turned around and looked at him and we hugged each other before getting into the car and driving away.
2017-04-01 10:57:20


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