I had this dream last night and it was me and this women, not Celeste some other women, I did not know, but we were together. There was some kind of weird process going on and we were kneeling at a long table and there were beings around the ends and other side of the table and they wanted us to punish ourselves or mark ourselves, before we could move on?
On the table in front of us were two wooden mallets and to wooden hand holds. The hand hold was made so you could place your right hand down on top of it and grab a hold, but it had protrusions coming up; one large one in the center of the palm and others around the edge of the hand.
They wanted us to place our hand down and hit our hands with the mallet, until they were satisfied. I had to place my right hand down and swing the hammer with my left hand. I could not tell if the women to my left had to do it the same way or with the same protrusions. She definitely had protrusions, but I could not tell how they were aligned.
So for some reason I felt obligated to hit my right hand with a hammer in my left hand, but I was having trouble swing the hammer with my left hand. She finished quickly and was done, but I was struggling to either make a mark on my hand or to damage my hand. I could not really tell what this was all about.
I get a sense that it has something to do with crucifixion and Christ and all of that stuff, but they only wanted me to mark my right hand, I have a feeling they wanted the women to mark her left hand.
It went on and on and we had a kitchen set, in which we had our own dishes and utensils all in a dish strainer and we were told we were supposed to begin using our own dishes and utensils.
It was weird, like they were setting us up and getting us prepared to live on our own, without their oversight.
Right hand placed and struck with a hammer, but I had to strike it; I had to mark it or identify it and maybe this is what my writings are about.
Most of them are inspired by dreams, visions and journey’s.
There was allot more to it, but that was what I could remember.
The Voice of James