I dreamed I was in a hospital and a female
doctor spoke adamantly with me, suggesting, in a prolonged conversation, the
importance of subjecting my body to a battery of severe tests as well as extensive
and invasive surgical procedures. Without any piece of factual information, she
explained the need to cut me open immediately in order to remove sections of
major muscle groups. She regurgitated this speech which gained successful with many
others. Her voice was suggestive to the point that it was hypnotizing. A man
sat near her in a shadow, his face was not visible. She looked over to him and
without a single word, nodded her head in agreement with him. She explained the
importance in having my bones purposely broken in order to have them properly
set the way “they” liked them to be. She took the time to clarify how my legs would
have to be frozen for a good period of time. Though this was a disturbingly
jolting conversation to have, and felt impressed as I watched the many people
whom have idiotically subjected themselves to these paralyzing procedures.
This swaying moment was short lived and
soon I was filled with sheer rage at the fact that these two individuals
expected me to sit there across from them, quietly accepting a fate that would
permanently immobilize me. PARALYZE ME! Electricity raced through my limbs,
shooting me up from the drab chair I sat in all that day. I could not understand
what took me so long to grasp the intent of these two individuals in their so
called hospital. Before I knew it, my mouth opened, declaring the doctors as
quacks. They were a mockery to all of those whom earned the title “Doctor.” Here
this woman spoke and acted under the direction of the faceless man. They disabled
the masses, rendering the souls to a state of virtual immobility. The paralyzed
ones would now depend on hospital services for the remainder of their lives.Disgusted, I turned around and walked out. There was complete silence as my objection was one not forecasted. The stillness soon became interrupted with a riot. No one anticipated someone like me to see through the mask. Walking and standing taller than I ever did before, I felt warmth and energy building up in my legs. The hospital was a complete front, a forgery, a place to render people incapable of making their own choices. I was not going to let this institution deteriorate me. I could not understand why I needed a place to “reset” me in order for tarot to work for me. Why would this place seek to freeze ambitions and dreams of those who sought the knowledge of tarot? These were questions I could not answer. With sheer disgust I walked away, refusing to take any part of that charade.
We all
have the power to move away and follow our dreams without the meddling and
paralyzing views of others.
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