The spirits don't send warnings in whispers for us to be polite. They send them in shattered glass and boiling water. This is what happens when the seer is ignored.
There are dreams that feel like memories, and then there are dreams that feel like assignments. This was the latter. It arrived not as a gentle metaphor, but as a full-sensory vision, a drill for a spiritual battle I was being prepared to lead. As a woman whose life is rooted in the spiritual traditions of Hoodoo and ancestral communion, I know better than to dismiss such a vivid dispatch from the dream realm.
I share this with you not just as a story, but as a testament to the weight and clarity of the prophetic gift. This is what it looks like to see the danger everyone else misses, and to hold the line when false authorities fail.
The Vision: The Penthouse and the Coming Storm
I found myself in a beautiful, expensive high-rise, a symbol of achieved success and perceived security. My penthouse vantage point overlooked a vast, calm body of water. We were told we were safe at the top because the bottom floors were secure鈥攁 paradox that immediately signaled a flawed foundation.
When help arrived, it was not salvation; it was an omen. They came not through the doors, but through the windows鈥擟oast Guard or National Guardsmen whose entrance was as reckless as their subsequent behavior. They never introduced themselves; I had to discern who they were. Instead of forming a plan, they sat at our kitchen tables, playing cards. They were guests in our sanctuary, not guardians at their posts.
A righteous fury ignited within me. As a short, melanated woman, my voice is often underestimated. But the spirit does not care about stature. I spoke my mind, truths sharpened with the frustration of being unheard. They were shocked. Some tried to bully me into silence, but the ancestors at my back made my spine straight. I would not bend.
Then, I saw what no one else did: glass bottles floating on the water, each carrying a message. I sounded the alarm. "This is suspicious!" I shouted. The men at the card table laughed, dismissing the seer as a nuisance.
The bottles gained a sinister momentum, smashing through the towering windows. The calm facade shattered into a storm of glass and panic. The looks of disbelief from the other residents were a painful validation. It was too late. The negligent "saviors" scrambled, but people were already wounded.
As I cursed their incompetence, a miraculous reckoning occurred: the majority of these soldiers vanished into thin air. Of dozens, only three remained. They were not saviors; they were ghosts in uniform, illusions of authority that dissolved under the weight of their own failure.
The three remaining fools then commanded everyone to a deadly escape: swim out from the bottom floor. My spirit screamed no. The water looked cool and inviting, but I knew its truth was a lie. I warned them again. They told the people not to listen to me.
Those who jumped met a horrific end. The water was not cool; it was boiling. They looked back at me with desperate, regret-filled eyes as they succumbed to the heat. The three false guides were the first to die. I stood on the steps just above the waterline, a witness to the tragedy, still calling out, trying to guide even those who had chosen not to listen.
Those who had stayed with me on the steps, who had heeded the voice of discernment, wept but were safe. We waited, and we survived until true help arrived.
The Interpretation: A Spiritual Parable for Our Times
This dream is a masterclass in spiritual symbolism. It鈥檚 a map of the dynamics we face when systems fail and intuition is our only true guide.
路 The Beautiful Building by the Water: This is the "American Dream" or any system of perceived safety built on a fragile foundation. The water represents the emotional and spiritual tides of the collective. The safety at the top is an illusion, dependent on a stability below that is already compromised.
路 The Reckless Coast Men: These are the failing systems we are taught to trust鈥攇overnment, law enforcement, corporate structures, even spiritual leaders who are all show and no substance. Their entrance through the windows signifies they do not respect the proper channels; they are invasive and unaccountable. Their card playing is the ultimate symbol of negligence and privilege while others are in peril.
路 Your Voice as the Prophetic Gift: Your fury is not just anger; it is righteous discernment. The shock of the men highlights how society is unprepared for the truth, especially when it comes from a powerful Black woman. Your refusal to be silenced is the core of the message: the seer must speak, even when her voice shakes the table.
路 The Message Bottles: These are the omens鈥攖he clear signs of coming danger that intuitive people see long before others. They are ignored at great cost. Their shattering of the windows is the inevitable crisis that occurs when warnings are laughed at.
路 The Vanishing Soldiers: This is the most profound symbol. False authority cannot withstand true spiritual confrontation. When you called them out with the full force of your truth, their illusion of power dissolved. They were never really there to save you.
路 The Boiling Water: This is the deceptive nature of easy solutions. The path advised by failed leaders is often the most treacherous. What looks like a way out can be a trap. The "cool" appearance of the water is the lie they sell; the boiling temperature is the devastating reality.
路 You on the Steps: You are the true guide. You are not in the water because you did not fall for the deception. You are on the solid steps of your own spiritual knowledge, trying to lead others to safety even after they doubted you. Those who stayed with you represent your community, those who trust your discernment.
The Waking Lesson: Heed the Seer Within
This dream manifested in my waking life as a situation where institutional help proved to be a hollow promise, and my own inner knowing was the only reliable compass.
The message for all of us is this: Stop waiting for the men in uniform to save you. Stop trusting the systems that play cards while your world is at risk. Your spirit, your intuition, your ancestral connection鈥攖hat is your penthouse. That is your solid step above the boiling water.
Cultivate your inner seer. Pay attention to the "message bottles" in your own life鈥攖he gut feelings, the synchronicities, the dreams that won鈥檛 leave you alone. And most importantly, when a short, melanated woman (or any marginalized voice) speaks a hard truth with boldness, listen. Her voice might just be the one that carries the message that saves you.
What false saviors are you being asked to see through in your own life? Share in the comments below.
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