When my ancestors came out of their dungeons, which was slavery, they were given the bad hand. Because of their brutal oppression, and lack of skill and education, they and their children were destined for many failures. Many problems among black Americans are both the result of perpetual oppression (in and out of the home) and the denial of immediate justice - redeeming justice - plain old ordinary justice - just to make right what was made wrong. Violence was the inevitable outcome for many young black men, as many of them were raised in oppression because their parents and their parent's parents were raised in oppression.
The recent killing in Dallas after the guy shot those cops resulted in the cops sending in a robot to blow the man up. They (not the military, but the police) used a drone to kill someone. This is extremely concerning, because if cops can justify using a robot to blow up that man whom they were afraid of, what then becomes their limitation in the future? It is not surprising that this occurred in this country, but it is concerning nonetheless.
I have no doubt that more robots of this type will be manufactured by the thousands soon enough - no doubt at all. They have already been approved by the justice system and are already taking the place of policemen in the streets, as we have seen in Dallas. Instead of figuring out ways to provide work, food, clean homes, and education to the oppressed people in this country, they develop new means of killing them when they get out of line (reacting to their enforced oppression). How fucking infuriating that they choose the violent cheaper options rather than the good and just options.
Perhaps there should be a drought in this place - shutting up the rain for 3 months - covering the entire eastern coast of the US.
I'll post this dream that I had on March 30, 2008. The dream was so profound and vivid that I had to write it down. It was given to me toward the end of the period that I actually received dreams from God. I considered it the distant future of America - but as I've seen in Dallas, Texas - it may not actually be so distant after all. Be mindful, I wrote the dream from my point of view, watching the events as they took place.
It was dusk, and many people were outside running around screaming - everyone was shot dead. The guns that shot those people were not held by other people, they were automated guns - and I immediately knew that those people were all out past curfew. The next day came, and all the bodies were gone. Dusk came again and the same thing happened with the people out past curfew and they too were shot dead. Some people figured out how to fool the guns by acting like they were shot dead, and were not targeted by the rounds coming from the guns. Those people would lie on the ground and some how get up later when it was dark.
(At this point, I'm now part of the dream) The next day, dusk came again and everyone was getting shot, so I laid on the ground with two women and a little girl. Somehow the feds caught on that people were doing this and were able to knock us all out (probably with an automated gas attack), so we all fell asleep. We woke up in a room that looked like an old small factory - I knew that the government caught us and I thought we were about to get beat. We were there with a few other men and women who were also caught. A federal officer came in, without a smile, and walked up to us with this container of white powder in his hand. He made us dip our right index fingers in the white powder - if the white powder stuck to our finger, it meant we were born in an elite crowd and didn't have to die for being out past curfew (I didn't fully understand this). It stuck to all of our fingers, however the little girl was first sprayed on the hand with this clear oily liquid so the officer could see what color it would change to - then after the liquid made no color change, her hand was dried and he dipped her finger in the powder and it stuck.
A new officer arrived and immediately began escorting us out of the facility, which was not guarded very well. I first went to use the bathroom, so when I came out, no one was around. I exited the building and saw one of the guys I was with walking around the corner, so I ran and attempted to follow him, however I lost him again. There was an old gate that surrounded the building - it had human sized hole in it that I figured everyone went through. Before I walked off of the facility grounds, I looked up to see if there were any 'warning messengers' from Yahweh, there were none, so I went through the gate and walked up the road. I came to an intersection where there were no street lights, I looked to my right and saw no one - then I looked to my left and saw that the people I was with were going inside of a house. So I ran up to the house, and the officer hit me in my side with a baton he was holding and asked me why I was late - I told him "I had to pee". So we all went in the house, walked up the stairs, and entered the living room of a very beautiful home. We were told that it was where we would be living from now on - and no one had a problem with this but me, because I knew that we had practically become slaves and there was no more democracy.
The officer began explaining to us many things about the house, such as how the house was intelligent and monitored everything we did. He told us that in normal homes, when you walk through any door, a sound is made if you were wearing clothes that were inappropriate. He then looked at me and told me that my clothes were not appropriate, so I asked him why the door had made no sound, he told me that the options in that house - because of our status - allowed for the system to be silenced. He then directed our attention to the television, and it showed me walking through the door, but I looked like a beast of sorts wearing my same clothes (I don't remember what I was wearing - but it was nothing out of the ordinary). I took the odd appearance to mean that I shouldn't be wearing those clothes because they were against the law.
Afterwards, the TV began to show everyone's possible future actions while in the house - some of the guys were gay, and they were having sex, the girls were partying and dancing, even people nude in the jacuzzi - everyone was having a great time in the house; but it didn't show me at all except when I had first walked through the door. So I asked the officer how the house could predict the future. He then turned the TV station to show me.
The TV showed the manufacturing of these super intelligent computers, but they were the size of a ball point pen. Those little rods were black and had a multi-colored word on them - the multi-colored word on the rod/supercomputer began with an 'A' (I don't remember what it was). The TV showed these things being manufactured by the millions, and it said that they are in every home and business to monitor everyone's actions, report illegal activity, and kill when necessary. The person on the TV talking about the rod said that it could even tell when someone was trying to disable it by showing a guy trying to break the rod by bending it, he was shocked by the rod and killed. Then it showed a child playing the rod, and the child was not harmed because the rod knew that the child was simply playing.
After I saw these things, I was so mind-numbingly furious that I went into a raging protest. I was so infuriated that I dared any gun to ever shoot at me. So I speedily walked past everyone, including the officer, went outside where it was almost pitch dark, and began to sing as loudly as I could so everyone in every nearby home could hear me. I sung something on the lines of "Yahweh will destroy those rods, each and every one of them. He will bring down these houses. He will bring this government to nothing, and the oppressed will be set free."
Then I woke up.
