I HAD A DREAM;
JUSTINIAN, ACTS, KINGS
February 25, 2015
Vasilika Vanya Marinkovic
I had a dream this morning – February 2, 2015
Very disturbing
As I was The Thief.
I stole – stole heavily from “Justinian”.
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended*
The Set up for the DREAM
(Names have been changed to protect the innocent)
“Justinian” is a twenty five year old black man/guy I worked
with at the Department of Health and Human Services (Welfare Division) in Fort
Worth, Texas.
All were peaceful runnings-
Until we got to the classroom.
He-Justinian- shined excelled- later got promoted out of
there (The organization) due to his IT skills.
In and around the classroom-
I shined, started failing, two things I’m quite adept at.
I’d allowed personal issues to affect me heavily, that were
outside of work.
Robert Junkcibum was a despicable white nineteen year old
pig alpha male of a roommate I had; but I had to get him out of my home ASAP!
I needed to get all of “Vanya” back immediately
Retrieve!
No reprieve!
There will be no punishment for myself.
Despite the fact, I AM not God.
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
I utilized local police of “White Settlement” (province area
of Fort Worth) to get the American self- made Alpha smorgasbord, Robert
Junkcibum nineteen year old fuc’ out of my home.
Despite the fact, I am not God.
Why precisely, do I keep disclaiming this as if my
alter/major ego deems it noteworthy, precious, importante’ and opportune to emphasize
the fact, that I am NOT GOD!
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended*
And to further prove I AM NOT GOD;
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
As the dream I will convey-unfolds;
AND FINALLY THE DREAM
I performed a devilish/demonic thing by ripping off
Justinian, as this dream/ode is truly dedicated to-(and learning our earliest civilization-one
that has been lost by the wayside eons ago.)
Thus be told the story the dream:
I RIPPED OFF JUSTINIAN
That is what the dream-my dream conveyed.
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended*
I am not God
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
We (Justinian and I) were somewhere-hotel-train, something
travelling-with others.
Justinian was amongst the group in my dream
Case in point, this essay, this Ode, this expulsion from
evil and final absolution of my base desires and tendency to steal
The most ferverous (Yes, it is a new word that I have
brought into very creation!)
Continuance-
The most ferverous days left behind as a youth, collecting
dust now in the annals of time to be revisited again and again and again to
show “Thou shalt not steal.”
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended*
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL
Justinian had something insurmountably valuable.
I HAD to have it-at all cost.
I HAD to, even if it meant losing my morals-everything I
possess and myself, my very soul even.
Blink. Bejeweled eyes. (This is borrowed pray tell; however,
I am in the clearance from thyself)
Disclaimer-I AM not GOD.
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended*
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL
Justinian. He didn’t even know it was/is valuable. That was
a shame.
(How very typical for smart young people)-Back to the dream
But I arranged its stealing.
Not very sophisticated at all, mind you.
For he (Justinian) possessed a small book
shelf-rugged-better days behind it.
(At least 3500 year before Christ)
Better days behind it-the treasured magnificent and very
weathered bookcase-the He Justinian possessed, let me make clear, not even
knowing the value of it.
I am not God, but I have been visited several times by He in
all his forms.
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
Bejeweled-eyes blinked. They would forgive the borrowing
(not of the bookcase, merely the phrase.)
Note: To a supreme Thief, a steal can be translated to
“borrowing”.
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no insult
intended*
I am NOT GOD, (But a mere vessel carrying this message
forth)
I AM NOT GOD Continuance-though I have been visited and
gained insight into our earliest history of civilization and before. The
Bookcase, the treasured angelic bookcase, chock full of everything.
The BOOKCASE
It was full of old books, very significant old books.
And I know what lie therein.
Very valuable. Invaluable.
I very archaically stole the case, so stupidly obvious.
(In a heist-heist even way beyond me!)-back to the dream!
The bookcase, the missing bookcase!
People knew it was missing right away, for how many people
would travel with a bookcase?
Perhaps Justinian, a tender age of a quarter century, much
like the Ancient Greek philosophers and the men and princes kings queen before,
searching-searching for the truth! O Lord
Where is a real/true human being, in all his essence, his
shine that the God(s) deemed glorious, worthy, true and correct?!?
Reprieve, retrieve! The recollection of the treasure(s): And
the case in point, of a missing/very valuable collection of books-lost in
history, missed in yesteryear and now.
The BOOKCASE
It was full of old books, very significant old books.
And I know what lie therein.
Very valuable. Invaluable.
I very archaically stole the case, so stupidly obvious.
People knew it was missing right away, for how many people
would travel with a bookcase?
Eyes searched about the immediate premises.
Saw the covered-crude mound in my room, for the bookcase lie
therein.
The bookcase had been covered lamely with my black jacket
and blue towel.
I have held/possessed this black jacket for years. It is
symbolic of protection and devastation.
The blue towel remains after the purple, symbolic of death
of the young in ancient Greece:
Yes, yes, the jacket the towel both symbolic pieces covering
this treasured yet doubly over stolen bookcase, what an atrocity, a crime and
woeful lechery of a deceit and furthermore from a trusted and kind hearted
cohort at work! Justinian I am truly sorry for this lechery of being a thief,
which is in my blood, which is in my heart, mind and even my very own soul!
O cry wail mourn the ancient Greeks! For YOU came before us!
Birthed us like little neophytes that chirped, whined, burped! Babies O babes.
I am not God.
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended
Back to the dream!
Justinian I was lost in time, like always….
Much like a time traveler who is privy to seeing occurrences
throughout history that have slipped by the wayside
The bejeweled eyes, who keep it, found it and brought me
forward to you. You will grow explore in this brave and plumbeus world we are
now amidst in.
Later in the dream-
I am not God
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
After the deceit and the spotting of the overly obvious
crude mound in my room, which covered the bookcase, the all formidable and
lost/found treasure of the bookcase:
I do not know what happened in the intervening time, as many
a dream have us time traveling-madly!
*And for the Aftermath, complimentary wise, there is no
insult intended* I AM NOT GOD
But a mere vessel carrying this message forth
Back to the dream!
I had a discussion with Justinian.
I was insanely jealous of his body of work his
accomplishments, particularly also,
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Vasilika Vanya Marinkovic
