They had recently showed me a collection of their rare artifacts. Things of historical significance that are supposed to hold some type of power
So I am returning the favour and showing them my own collection
Things similar you the infinity gauntlet in fictional movies like 'The Avengers', except based in the real world
One of them looks like some type of Aztec Wheel or Calendar that has holes where coins fit into place
There is a slot on-top of the upper left hand side (facing me) where of the coins is missing. I make a point of telling them that one of the coins is missing
After we show them all the artifacts, I open up a couple of draws and show them some of the precious items in my eyes
One is 'The Book Of The Devil'
It is really old, but so pristinely kept, that it looks brand new
(This crosses over into another dream I'll post after this about a fiery car crash, with the current Bible)
The pages are oddly transparent and smooth. They don't look like paper, they are too perfect. They look like some sort of semi-transparent futuristic plastic-like paper. For a moment, I wonder if the pages are human skin
When I open the draw the book is, for some reason, open on a particular page, when it should be closed
I apologise to someone who is with me, who feels to me to be at the very least, the keeper or curator of the book and possibly other artifacts, because I almost jam the book in the drawer as it opens
He assures me that it's OK and he saw it was open
It is open on the page of 'The Prayer Of The Devil' (Prayer Of Mammon), which seems to be the equivalent of the 'Our Father'
I turn the pages and see a reference in the book to someone taking to Paul
Then the person who is with me says that they want to show me a very particular page
I see these some pages are empty. Other pages have spaces where you can write things in or add entries
The page he turns to, to show me, is very specific and I remember it clearly
It is empty except for one sentence and that sentence has spaces allowing you to write your own conditions within the sentence
The sentence says:
"Your are permitted to kill _____ in a _____"
The sentence had been filled in to say:
"You are permitted to kill 86 in a lead-in"
I know exactly what this means, but I won't write it here for the fact that it can easily be misinterpreted by others whom the message was not meant for
But I will say, that I believe/think, It was not about giving permission to kill specifically or literally ...
It was about not feeling guilt in the deaths of those who would die as a result of their own interference in things that were not theirs to interfere in. Deaths that were no direct cause or fault of your own
The conditions by which you could feel guilt and/or be indirectly responsible or guilty for their deaths, I will not detail, once again, to avoid people misinterpreting
Those who are meant to know, will know, though means other than reading this text
In all other respects, I would recommend the understanding that killing is never permitted, lest it be the unavoidable consequence of protecting a greater sense of life, than that which is taken ...
And even in this, it should be done in reverence and respect to what is lost, as to what is taken
I feel, after I show them the book, that it was a mistake somehow
I link the dream, to a early dream that I had, where someone named Brett Fitirikkos stole my bag
One of those we are showing seems to me to quite possibly be the same person as in the other dream
So much so, that I decide to check on my things, referencing to the other dream for warnings on things I should check on, to make sure I am not robbed in this dream
I check for my laptop in my room. It is still there, exactly where it should be
There is actually something extra in this dream I did not have before
My sister has left some speakers on my bed, with earphones. At least I assume it was her that left them there, nobody else should have had access to my room
The room feels like it is at/in a house I lived in/at, in/at Scarborough Beach, Western Australia
I move on into other dreams from this, without waking up enough to write this
They will be in the next posts
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