The Man in Black and the Girl in Green

[Dream0Master]

I keep having strange dreams about a man in black that has pure white skin, white hair, and totally black eyes that themselves have no white in them. He has pointed ears and very sharp features. The weird part is, my brother also had strange dreams about him. In my dreams, he is an enemy but why I cannot imagine. He seems to represent that side of human nature that seeks to bring out the worst in all of us. I always have to defeat the odd man in black in my dreams, but he cannot ever die so he always comes back. I will share with you some of these dreams I have had about this strange entity and how I learned not to fear him but to embrace something about him that I never could have suspected at first glance. The dreams themselves are quite strange, so read on... In the first dream about the man in black, it begins where I am in India during the Victorian era. I am standing in a temple dedicated to Kali with several British military officers. The high priest is a short, stopped old man who is bald and has insane looking eyes. Or perhaps just zealous eyes! He tries to get me to kill the officers and hands me a dagger. He says I will be spared their fate if I do so, but I refuse to do it no matter what. I throw the dagger at the priest and he calls for his guards to kill all of us. The officers begin to run out of the temple, and at my side I can see a girl who is about fifteen years old. She has golden blonde hair and is wearing a green dress with white trim. Very beautiful! Except that she has pointed ears and very sharp features. I take her by the arm and run with her as fast as I can. I hear men fall behind us, as they are slain by the temple guards. The officers are not making it! One does, and he helps the girl and I get into the back of a horse-drawn carriage that then speeds away. The dream suddenly shifts forward in time, and now I am walking through a shopping mall. I know the mall and it is one I have been to often in real life. In the dream, I am asking at the information desk about a girl with golden blonde hair, whom I describe to the lady at the desk as wearing a green summer dress. She asks the girl’s age and I tell her it is fifteen. Suddenly, the man in black appears at the other end of the mall. I walk up that way in search of the girl, since the lady at the desk would not help me. The man in black tries to catch me, and I know it is for a sinister purpose. I run from him and on the way back past the desk I see the girl there. I take her by the arm and run with her from the man in black. The girl is crying and saying that the man in black is her father. I try to calm her and tell her that I will face him for her sake, but when I turn around to do so she disappears and he falls upon me with a gun in his hand. I wrestle the gun from his hand and fight him, but he tells me that he is a part of all of us and so cannot ever be defeated. He praises me for giving in to my anger, and I try to escape him. I get away, and the entire mall behind me becomes dark. It gets darker, and ahead of me it gets lighter. Eventually, I find myself in a small town populated by spirits of people who died. I met a man who claimed to be a pilot during the First World War and he told me his name. I thought nothing of it at the time. I saw the man in black running through the town, so I gave chase. I eventually am confronted by two men in armor that looks like something barbarians would war, with high green plumes in their horned helmets. They guard a bridge and will not let me cross it. The bridge is only for the dead, they tell me. They press a button and I am dropped down a flight of spiral stairs unto a boat that takes me across a vast expanse of water. Eventually, I wake up. When I woke up, I looked up the pilot’s name and found out he died in a hospital many years ago. He had been a real person! As to the man in black… I meet him again. In the second dream I had about the man in black, I am walking down a street that leads to a shopping plaza that I know in real life. I stop in a nearby restaurant, in the dream, and try to buy something to eat. But before I can, a group of bikers begin to sow chaos outside. I walk outside to see what is going on and notice the bikers going further into the parking lot. I try to follow them and they take off into the distance. I begin to walk along the plaza and then decide to go back. Suddenly, I see instead of the parking lot a large grassy hill. American soldiers from the Second World War are running up the hill chasing some Nazi soldiers. I am running with the American soldiers, but I soon become separated from them when they decide to go chasing the Nazis into the nearby woods. I find my way to a factory, and inside I notice I have a Mauser pistol in my hand. I also have a brown briefcase filled with documents that contain ciphers and codes. I am shooting my way through the factory, trying to escape the Nazis who are guarding the place. I am some sort of a spy, I realize. I eventually escape the factory and make my way towards a city in the distance. The dream then jumps to the inside of one of those planes used for transporting troops. The commander is telling us that we have one last mission to perform. One of the men complains that we were supposed to be going home. The commander says that after this mission we can all go home. I agree to go along for it, and then the dream jumps forward again. Now it is some later period in history (probably the 1960’s) and I am being taken by helicopter to a skyscraper in the city I had been trying to reach earlier in the dream. I am dropped off at a penthouse on the top of the skyscraper and the man in black is living there. He tells me: “Welcome! You did well to reach me. You are a difficult man to crack. They don’t call you the Cipher for no reason, I see.” He then pulls out a shotgun and tries to shoot me with it. I signal for the helicopter and it opens fire, shooting a missile at the man in black. I jump off the skyscraper and the whole building explodes. Suddenly, I am on a mountain and trying to get into a large futuristic looking structure. It is large and modular, with two large pods held up by immense shafts and connected by long tube-like walkways. I get up inside via a series of elevators and eventually I confront the man in black, who has survived his former “death”. He tells me he is trying to create a new world order in which I can have a place if I agree to become like him. I tell him that I will not, and once more we fight. This time, I pick up a large two-handed medieval sword and he picks up a golden cavalry saber. We clash but there is another explosion as the structure is being destroyed by airplanes firing missiles at it… the man in black is killed: in the explosion, but I escape and run down the side of the mountain. Eventually, I am running through some jungles in India and it is the Victorian era. I see a tiger not far off to the side and I see frightened villagers. Only one thought is in my mind: I must get back to England somehow. Odd, since in real life I am not from England, though my ancestors on my mother’s side were. In the dream, I suddenly find myself at the court of Queen Elizabeth I, who asks me how my expedition to India went. “I will not be going back there anytime soon, your majesty.” I tell her, and I then walk outside the palace and think to myself: “Now I must get back to normal living once again.” And I try to find my home. It is then I realize I am dreaming and that I am home. I then will myself to wake up, which I of course do. Now, my brother’s dream about the man in black was very different. In his dream, there is some kind of apocalypse. The world is being rebuilt and my brother is helping some people at a restaurant. The exact same restaurant from my dream! The man in black appears to him, and in his dream the man is wearing a pair of cowboy boots and always seems to be walking. My brother says that is the most peculiar thing about the man: that he never seems to settle down in one place for very long. The man in black tries to get my brother to help him rebuild things his way, but my brother always decides that he does not like the man’s way. So he tries to escape the man in black, who then tries to get him to come back by pleading with him. My brother always ignores the man’s pleas, and the man in black just walks away. My brother did not know about my dreams until he told me about his and I recognized the man in black from the way my brother described him. This man in black is nothing if not persistent and obvious. My brother sometimes had waking visions of the man in black, whom he says waved to him. He saw the man mostly in the hallway of our house, but only when we were walking around outside. He saw the man in black through the windows. When we went inside, of course nobody was there. He said when he had these visions it was always at a time when I was walking around nervously, and seeming to be unable to stand still. I should have noticed how that was similar to his dream, but at the time it escaped me. The strongest dream I ever had about the girl in green took the form of a very powerful past life memory that took place in Ancient Greece. I wrote a poem about it. The girl in green becomes a powerful goddess at the end of the dream / memory and reveals much more about herself than I could have imagined. Here is full text of the poem I wrote and posted at Starlite Cafe about that dream / memory... -< A Harrowing for Wisdom >- Part One: In Timeless Times In timeless times of ages past, when the world was younger but never quite innocent, I approached the temple of the oracle, that Sybil who was the advisor to the ancients. In Delphi, where the ring of columns stood to mark the place of the great lady Pythia, Who crossed the gulfs of space and time: to sit in rapture on her tripod oft in delirium. A prophetess was Pythia, and every Sybil took her name to honor what she had begun, Since the first came from a distant star far beyond the Milky Way’s most familiar sun. A council of priestesses met this day, to convene and mark what the prophetess spoke, Of matters concerning the descent I was to take, to liberate one from death’s sad yoke. None may enter the netherworld, they claimed, not even to save a goddess’s own soul, But if I were mad enough to try, then I would have to journey unto lands dark as coal. In Eleusis there was a hidden cavern, and therein a portal known to only those elect… Who were allowed, to know the secrets of the mysteries practiced by: a shadowy sect. Two others made the pilgrimage with me: a man and woman said to be of divine birth, Who could open the gates below, through means proven by the pair’s esteemed worth. Unsanctioned by the oracle, these brave fools came to me knowing my mission dire… And now, they led me into darkness, close to the lowest regions of brimstone and fire, Which marked the hidden tunnels below the ways shown to visitors to Eleusis of old. Beneath the temple of Diana, where only my guides could lead me forth, madly bold! Seven times they uttered the words, at the gates to the place where from none return… Until the keeper of the way came forth: with fearsome eyes that, with inner fires, burn. He demanded a sacrifice of a black ram, which the man and woman had not brought… And so he took his toll from their blood, tearing them both into pieces without thought. For this payment of blood he opened the gates that cost so high a toll to cast thus wide, Thus with fearful steps I made my way forward and seeing the way open I went inside. Part Two: Within the Gloom Within the gloom and darkness that lay beneath the sod I saw the souls of the two slain, That noble man and woman: who now walked, where thickest the shadows therein lain. I could not save them in life, and now no power could reach them in the land of death… A host of beings sent from on high hurried me along until soon I was heaviest of breath. Then, it seemed they vanished to some other realm of perception, leaving me to wander, In hallways dark and caverns thick with pale green mists, with a rumbling, like thunder. I came soon unto carven halls with sunlight from shafts in the high ceiling, drilled deep, All the way to the surface world, and from that happier place shafts of light did creep… Which helped to grow a beautiful garden, fed by rivers that ran through tunnels unseen. And I did walk amongst the many trees, which grew in unearthly shades of blue, green, As well as other colors, impossible to find in nature, yet which thrived in these regions. In the midst of the garden was a statue of a goddess surrounded by cherubs and lions… The one who first did partake of the fruits of this place and fell under an undead swoon. Still she presides over those who come this way, so far from the glow of the full moon! Sitting upon a silver chair before the statue was a young girl of some uncanny beauty… Blonde of hair, and wearing a gown of emerald green, laurels for her crown of majesty, Did decorate her bright locks as if she were some noble of the grand Athenian tradition. Sharp were her features, and elfin in their way, but lovely in this part of deep perdition! If this is darkness, she was light, and she beckoned me to come before her in reverence, But she was no queen of the damned, rather just a shade come hither to do her penance. She asked me whom it was I sought, for only for such reasons do the living so quest… And I replied that the gods sent me to retrieve the shade of fallen Athena from her rest. For long had she been missing since her grief took her beyond the cares of life itself… I had loved her madly, and so in defiance of the oracle I came unto the place of this elf. Part Three: The Dark Temple The elfin girl told me to follow her unto the temple of Athena erected to be her home… Now that she presided no longer in such residence above, nor walked in flesh and bone. The infernal temple newly christened to her honor, I was led unto its’ haunted palisade, Where came multitudes of ghostly people to honor the goddess even as a lonely shade! Such was the power, of she whose wisdom guided peoples who wandered the heavens, Even unto this very Earth, even unto this darker realm where dust is bread unleavened. The elfin maiden took me by the hand and led me to a cloister where she did kiss me… Bidding me to caress her smooth skin through the folks of her garments ever so gently. She was not dead as I had thought, but like me some living being come down to there, That place of final silence, where even this display of love evoked in others not a care! Only I was moved my her wanton sharing of herself, and so I asked her why she did it, As she replied that only love could conquer death, and so she prepared me as did befit. We made love beyond the brink of ecstatic pleasure, and passed a timeless eve thusly… For such was the way of the cloister of Athena’s infernal hall, and it was kept so justly. When the sharing was complete, I was led naked and by the hand to meet the goddess, By my guide: who bade me think only happy thoughts, lest it bring to the dead distress. Into the holy of holies of that place we stepped, our feet leaving no sound ever audible, Upon the clammy flagstones, past dim torchlight and pools of blood kept ever so full… Until I saw the priestesses of Athena: all children, who chatted away on trivial matters. And upon her splendid gray throne, sat she whom I vowed to set free of death’s fetters! Before the throne was a man in a gray hooded robe, who seemed just a shadow in truth, The only glimpsing of his countenance being, a mouth with many a fanged sharp tooth. No malice or hatred had he, only a terrible sense of apathetic carelessness magnified… So that not a thing moved him to tears or pity: for anything ever living, dead or deified. Part Four: Athena Looks Back The walls of Athena’s chamber were lined from ceiling to floor with books and scrolls, On shelves of solid marble such as would not be subject to decay, as time onward rolls. As I neared the throne on which the goddess sat, the robed man stepped for to interfere, Halting me in my tracks, by hurtling at me diabolic magic from a glowing green sphere. The elfin girl who walked at my side made a sign with her hand that dispersed the spell, Allowing me to move once more, despite the silent protests of that hooded lord of Hell. Thus thwarted, the gray necromancer accused me of each sin that I had ever committed, Attempting thus to make me feel so unworthy to free the goddess so long uncomforted! I did not deny my sins, but instead struck out with my fists against the terrible specter… Who vanished to nothingness, laughing cruelly as I reached Athena: to thus protect her. Athena had not diminished during her time under the ground, but remained unchanged, Splendid in her gold gown, her arms and armor cast next to her chair but not estranged. She told me that she had never once tasted the fruit that entraps the soul, nor ever drank, The waters of forgetfulness that flowed from unseen reaches, and down some falls sank. Her face was serene as I led her forth from where she languished, out from the temple… And so we ran: as all the shades of that terrible domain were unleashed to swift trample, To chase us down and ensure that Athena never again see the coming of the dawn star! Haste was at our heels and so was all of Hades as we passed through every gate and bar, The goddess was at my right and the elfin girl was at my left, each holding of my hands. Soon it seemed we would escape the grip of eternal night and set foot upon living lands, But cruel was fate to fill the heart of a goddess with fear, and cause her to look on back. That made her stumble and fall, carried away to her dark temple in that mirthless black! Soon the elfin girl and I were clear of the barriers that separate life from death’s grasp… Though we had lost the object of our questing, as we sat in sorrow, to weep and to gasp. Epilogue: Divine Lamentations It was not dawn but midnight when the elfin girl and I walked on a lonely Greek road… Between the mountains and the woodlands, where shepherds often in loneliness strode. We were clothed once more in fitting attire, and sat for time by a campfire we kindled, Singing songs to mourn the second passing into shade of Athena, who never dwindled! Even when the darkness claimed her and fear finally gripped the very heart of wisdom. Never again could we hope to challenge for her, the terrible might of Hell’s kingdom… And so I held my elfin lover in my arms, and I sang her to sleep whilst crickets chimed. She awoke after a while and in her hair, were the horns of a crescent moon that shined, Revealing at last her identity, that ancient goddess no less great than Athena ever was… Yet ever young and ever powerful was my companion, ordained by the highest of laws! Returning to heaven, she blessed me for my valor and my compassion ere she departed, And I decided to travel back to Delphi, where first my quest for the lost goddess started. So many questions had I for she who presided over the seat of the oracular divinations… As in their timeless realm, the gods sang for Athena the sweetest of divine lamentations. The girl in green first started appearing to me in dreams and visions after I had a very powerful religious experience at the local park, when I was sixteen years old. I will not talk about it, except to say that I met her in the flesh there and was changed by that encounter. All I know for certain is that she is my guardian angel, and she claims her name is Lucifera. Which is clearly the female form of the name Lucifer. She is never at all evil though, unlike the man in black... and also unlike the man in black she seems to be more solid and real. My ex wife even encountered her once... though to her, the girl in green acted very sinister indeed, warning her about eternal damnation or some such. So perhaps it is a case of "angels to some, devils to others". The freaky part is that Lucifera also claims she is my spiritual sister and that our mother's name is Sophia. She refers to Sophia as my "Original Mother" from what she calls my "First Incarnation". I want to explain straight away that I have never taken drugs, drank, or smoked in my entire life. Nor even drank a coffee. I have, however, had some very powerful and profound experiences that have caused me to believe in reincarnation, the paranormal, and in a definite Heaven and Hell. I have not met the girl in green in the flesh since I was sixteen, although as stated my ex did. Instead, she chooses to appear to me in dreams and visiosn just as the man in black does. She isn't a mystery to me, since I know her... if that makes any sense at all... but the man is something quite different. He turned out to be the closest kind of stranger, the most familiar sort of enigma of all. One clue I have is this: about two months ago, my brother and I were having a rather heated argument. I told him to get out of my room and stop bothering me, and when he went to leave I waved goodbye to him. My brother then screamed and I asked him what was the matter. He said the way I waved to him was identical to how the man in black waved to him in his waking visions of him. The oddest part? I was wearing all black that day. After that, my brother stopped having visions of the man and never spoke of him again. I discovered that the man in black is just my own dark side manifesting in some of my dreams to act as a kind of guide to parts of my own memories and subconsious that only it could know about. Things I unknowingly buried deep inside my soul. Which makes a great deal of sense and explains just about all of it. It also means that the darkest part of my own soul is something almost demonic in its' darkness (Whose isn't?). But I guess that makes the light that much stronger, since it must be to counter the darkness! Amazing how these weird kinds of metaphysics work, isn't it? The moment when I was wearing black and waving to my brother was the trigger for my full recovery of the past life memories I had buried that pertained to that form of my dark side. After realizing that, I was never afraid of that part of myself again. The only strange thing is, if I myself am / was the man in black... then why would my guardian angel and spiritual sister call me "Father" in that one dream? One possibility is that my soul might be older than hers... and so she meant "Father" not in the literal sense but in a more symbolic sense. According to my past life memories... my original mother created me first and then Lucifera much, much later on. That would seem to bear out my theory as to why she called me as she did. They say there is light even in darkness, and in my own dark side I found further illumination than I had achieved before. Has anyone else ever encountered things like that, aspects of their own soul that they did not at first recognize as such until much later? Share your own stories about it.

[RaechieAnn]

Wow! Where to start? ...... Ever heard of Indigos? I know we don't know each other from Adam, but in another respect I sense we do. I don't feel like your poem was inspiration, but more past life/reincarnation memories resurfacing. I am beyond intrigued that your wife has met her. Not to impose or be presumptuous.....

[telethiese]

I once felt a surge of white lightning slide up my back and out of my head in an explosive crunch, but when I look back on this moment, it is as if nothing had happened at all. Now I feel my heart as if it is a ball of light expanding and contracting in my mind, and truely - isn't it?

[RaechieAnn]

Wow, your heart CHAKRAS is pining full steam ahead. Do you know what happened before to cause this event? Was it triggered, or did it just *poof*!?! How long ago did that happen?

[Dark_Merlin]

I don't really have anything to add to this - that is an incredible series of events, I would consider yourself very lucky to have such access to such a paranormal side of yourself. I certainly hope you continue to learn more about yourself and post it here - it's most interesting to me

[telethiese]

Wow, your heart CHAKRAS is pining full steam ahead. Do you know what happened before to cause this event? Was it triggered, or did it just *poof*!?! How long ago did that happen? I've been meditating every day and practicing various spontaneous kung excercises for a long time now, after having a run-in with non-dual awareness. It was my wish, afterwards, to become a fully realized being. following some pretty massive paradigm shifts a while ago, I had that experience. I had just woken up and it spontaneously manifested. Last week I had a lesser kundalini awakening. that was... hmm, indescribable.

[RaechieAnn]

Wanna try? Paradigm shifts are something I can get down with. Metaphysical experiences are certainly mindblowing, if you CAN wrap your mind around it. How long have you been meditating? What type of 'Kung' exersizes do you do? If you don't mind me asking. I'm always hoping to find more people awakening

[telethiese]

Wanna try? Paradigm shifts are something I can get down with. Metaphysical experiences are certainly mindblowing, if you CAN wrap your mind around it. How long have you been meditating? What type of 'Kung' exersizes do you do? If you don't mind me asking. I'm always hoping to find more people awakening I do natural chi kung now, Moving the body as the heart would want, aligning the breath with the movements. I've tried many ways, many yogas, tai chi, taijichan, taoism and martial arts, buddhism, zen... at the end of the day, I do not prescribe to any particular one. I made my meditations a more 'formal practice' 2 years ago, but before that I'd always been inclined to a more meditative state, looking for something. I wasn't sure what. As for that experience... In the beginning, it felt like I had a wierd magnetic halo resounding from the back of my head, and there was some very electric, very strong energy which I could tangibly feel coming down from the sun into my body and out my feet. The earth could be truly felt under toe. It was making me go into some very strange unconscious asanas while I was going shopping for my brother's christmas present... with my mom. At this point I was feeling extreme bliss and oneness, and reality was incredibly beautiful. When I got home, it really erupted. I foolishly brought it directly to my crown at which point an incredible power exploded straight through my spine, destroying any and all blockages to it's movement, radically opening all my energy centers into the voidness as all my karma was burned away. What followed was an extremely strange journey through the void. After a disturbing experience with a tempter entity and my television screen, my adrenals went into overdrive while my rational mind spent most of its efforts trying to coo it back to sleep. Meanwhile, I am somehow seeing into and through my body, all the siddhis are activating and going haywire, and my third eye is wide open. My spirit is making it's way through the central channel as I experience vision after vision, sometimes piling on top of one another making communication impossible. past life experiences are retrieved as the immortal child makes its way through my dna. Suddenly, I am a baby being suckled by Kali in the battlefield of my mind; my ego has been ground to absolute paste and the spirit prepares to enter the Phowa. Somewhere, a monk is laughing. I think to myself that this is not good. My body laughs at my expense. My spirit makes a snide remark. I look up and the stars are out, somehow, and they're talking to me? But I'm in my room? My ancestors are shaking their heads while I experience nirvikalpa samadhi, being sucked into some sort of blissed out space-time vortex as the viper shakes off white space-time. I begin to truly sympathize with what Jesus was going through, meditating in the desert. I liken the mind's ego-armor to a man and his dog in a forest of lions.The energy hitting me from above my crown becomes too much to bear and my body starts to dissapear. I have a near death experience. ETC. Needless to say, I spent the rest of that night in bed, with a two packages of water bottles and one hand on the ground at all times. The dark night of the soul lasted two days, and I couldnt sleep till the very end, but that nights rest was the most refreshing i've ever had in my life! As you can see, I am alive, and more thankful than ever for this very moment. Today is victory over yourself of yesterday; tomorrow is your victory over lesser men.