My son CT is color blind. Looking back I realize how much of his life is actually centered on this theme. When he was three years old he often woke up in the middle of the night screaming because of nightmares. Many of the dreams were very vivid stories that came from a distant past. CT often talked about this little, black boy who he described in great length as if he was a close friend. This poor, black boy was beaten and eventually killed by the white man who enslaved his family. “What is negro?” CT asked remembering how the older white man had yelled this word at this boy as he searched to find him hidden underneath the stair case of a big dusty, old house. With every new nightmare during that year between 2 and 3 years old, we (my husband and I) cringed at the details that the dreaming revealed, this horrible story about how humanity can be horrible towards humanity. At first these amazing yet tragic events baffled us. We must have asked ourselves countless questions: · How could ...
Stories about shamanic experiences.