Dream Mind A Series of Dream Images in Words Nick Armbrister

 

Dream Mind

A Series of Dream Images in Words

 

Nick Armbrister

 

 

42…

My dream flung me back into my hometown, the shithole bastard town so worthy of its name, Oldham. I was there days before I’m due to arrive. And the crap was bad. I was again accosted by chavs. I walked past them and they flicked a chain at my bike jacket back. I turned round to their catcalls and laughs. I simply said Please be good now and walked off. Then I was at my mates and we got drunk. Lots of other things happened. Each one a dream chapter…

 

 

 

43…

Bissmith Witch was a real fucking bitch who always hot her own back on people in their dreams for the sheer hell of it. She was from Oldham Shithole town. Tho she was immortal the witch liked to feel human. This put her in touch with her victims. Right now Bissmith Witch had very bad flu. Her snot was green, her body ached, her muscles were sore, she kept sneezing, her ugly face was red, and her eyes watered. It was time for a spell! Time to hit some big wigs. Among the group of professionals she loathed there was a few she would destroy: lawyers, bankers, insurance companies, politicians and many more. She tracked them via their dreams, identified their weakness and struck. Her magic now worked. With a sneeze she got ready to sleep. It was time for war. Her first target was a local lawyer…

 

 

44…

Confused images filled his mind. What did they mean? Where did they come from? What was their purpose? And a million other questions. Questions asked not in words but feelings. How was that possible? It went on and on and on. A great galactic spiral of images, feelings, events and more. His life and dreams were but an example. So miniscule they were almost irrelevant. But they mattered because they existed and were something rather than nothing. In this cosmic swirl a mere individual was as important as a God and vice versa. Here scale was equal. A God was an individual and an individual was a God.

 

45…

The man took his wardrobe out for a walk. It was tall brown and wooden with wheels. It was tall brown wood and with wheels. He went round all the roads of Shithole Oldham. It wasn't easy navigating with his wardrobe. Inside was the Wanderer in a gag and noose. Going past the allotments he heard the neighbour saying that Art had an old bike and the engine was a self-styled masturbator. This added to the garage that was subsiding up the road. What a strange dream...

 

 

46…

I had a course on a training program doing painting and sign writing. It was in a big building. There were a lot of us painting boards. The woman called Kath was our boss, she was nice but strict. I had a problem that ended my time there. I was offered a job at a small coach company repairing the buses. I was paid a wage and not allowance like on the training course. This was my first day and I missed a day at the training place. I'd rather work than train. After finishing at the new job I thumbed a ride in an artic unit. The driver and his mate were on their way to the depot and dropped me off. They had a powerful rig. I went in to find Kath at closing time. She was vexed. The lads were finishing off. I made my way past them and found her. She ignored me! I said Hey Kath. Then got her attention. I told her of my new job and how I started today. I had no credit and couldn't call. Sorry to let you down. She was cold to me no longer the sexy blond cougar. Any thoughts of wanting to fuck her were now eradicated. I said I've got a job and seeing his it goes. No goodbyes or fanfares. This is how it is in my crap town when in the dole or out of work. At least it wasn’t real…

 

 

SPELL TO FIND AMELIA EARHART By Nick Armbrister

SPELL TO FIND AMELIA EARHART

By Nick Armbrister

 

Aim of this spell – to set into motion a small event or discovery at or near Nikomouro atoll to help in the discovery of Amelia Earhart, Noonan her navigator and their plane. To help solve this mystery and to provide answers. The spell has no time limit and the laws of Mother Nature will govern the outcome.

I respect the spirits of Earhart and Noonan and if they don’t want to be found and left alone I respect that. Yet this all hovers at the edge of my mind.

Light a white candle for peace.

Illustration by E. S. Foster via Adobe Firefly.

Now, cast a magic circle to provide a safe working area. Take your athame magical knife in your left hand, outstretched. Walk round clockwise in a circle including your altar. Focus your mind and be positive. Say the following words:

‘I cast this sacred magic circle to do my magic and witchcraft in, positively and not for self-gain or to harm myself or others, earthbound or not. I abide by the three-fold rule of magic and of karma. By the powers of my sacred goddess of Mother Nature, I invoke thee to do my work as I command thee. Mighty bearer of the moon, protector of human kind, lady of the forests, of the oceans, of the lakes and rivers. Guardian of the skies and all under and above it. Do this invocation and protect me with this sacred magic circle, only let helpful positive energy in, reflect all harmful negative energy. My actions are governed by you, the great goddess of Mother Nature; your protection, strength and guidance is yours, ours. I humbly ask for all of the above now as my circle is cast. I thank you for your help. So mote it be.’

After saying the above and walking round clockwise to cast your circle, then stop in front of your altar. Now cast a pentagram again, using your athame. The object of this is to focus the natural powers and to provide a link from our mortal world to the world of the gods and goddesses. Describe the pentagram in the shape of a 5-pointed star with your athame. Visualise it in your mind. Say: ‘I use this pentagram I have cast as a link from me to you my goddess of Mother Nature.’

Now call the cardinal points. Stand by the north point and say: ‘I call upon the guardian of the north to guide me while I do this spell. I sprinkle some earth of the planet onto the ground as a link to your being.’ Have a small bowl of earth and do just that; then place the bowl onto your altar. Sprinkle it onto newspaper if you don’t want a mess.

Now face the east point. Burn your incense now and say: ‘I call upon the guardian of the east to protect me while I do this spell. I burn this incense as a link to your sky.’

Set your incense down on your altar; let it burn.

Face south and pick up your trashy fake gold American zippo petrol lighter, flick it open like Elvis did and say: ‘I call upon the guardian of the south to strengthen me while I do this spell. I burn this flame as a mystical link to your heart.’ Put your zippo down.

Now face the final point, west. Pick up your holy water, say: ‘I call upon the guardian of the west to bring me positivity while I do this spell. I sprinkle holy water as a link to your tears.’ Don’t go to your local church and steal their holy water – use tap water that has been charged up on your altar for 24 hours beforehand. Put the water on your altar.

Now that the circle is cast, link made, quarters called, your spell work may begin. This is the main reason for your magic ritual, so make it count, be focused and positive. Say: ‘I invoke my goddess of Mother Nature to do my work at my command; let this spell be positive, successful and completed. I invoke my mighty goddess of Mother Nature to find Amelia Earhart, Noonan and their plane and to solve the mystery of their disappearance. I believe they are near or at Nikomouro atoll in the Pacific Ocean. Let a piece of their airplane be found to identify it or the remains of their skeletons be found to provide the answers to this great mystery. Any magic spell invoked through you and carried out by me, us, has only peaceful and positive actions intended. Make any negative energy into positive energy and dissipate it to the universe. If any piece of metal is found on Niko Atoll, let it be identifiable to similar bits of other similar Lockheed airplanes like theirs. This would be the key to the outcome of this spell if wreckage is found. If human remains are found and they belong to Amelia Earhart or Noonan, let them be identifiable as such. There is no time limit on the outcome of this spell but let it be positive and successful if it is meant to be so. The outcome will be in the future, not in infinity, waiting forever. I respect Amelia Earhart’s and Noonan’s spirit. If they are still earthbound I wish them both peace and love. So mote it be.’

Your spell is said now. You may rest a bit and meditate and focus on your spell’s outcome. Think back to their small silver airplane flying over the ocean, see it as it is now, where is it? Remember the location as clearly as you can. You may stand or sit down as you do this. Spend time meditating the outcome. When you have done, stand in front of your altar. Now thank your goddess of Mother Nature for working with you. Thank each of the four quarters for their support and guidance. Then dissolve the circle. Hold your athame in your left hand and walk round in an anti-clockwise direction and say: “I break this circle and deconsecrate this ground. Let positive energy from this circle help in the outcome of this spell. So mote it be.’

Now wait and see if the spell works! Leave your white candle burning and incense too.

 

 https://www.metastellar.com/fiction/short-stories/spell-to-find-amelia-earhart/

 

 

The Mission is a Pop Band 2 Poems by Nick Armbrister

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1618549 

 

The Mission is a Pop Band 2 Poems

by Nick Armbrister

A follow up to the first book in the series which was fiction. This volume is poetry on various subjects from current affairs and whats going on in the world to aircraft and flight to love and erotica in different situations with different people to satire with a small dog with a dislike for Putin. The themes are mostly adult so over 18s only. Enjoy this new alternative writing book by Nick.

 

You’re Next!

And you just slept she said

Who did you sleep with?

There was the male pool attendant

And the gal from the hospital

The lady boy from the call centre

Mad married couple over the road

A hooker from the airport

Three open minded hotel guest

And that was just last week

Who did I sleep with?

Will it be you?

 

 

 

Dead For Two

The dead man watches TV

While sat on his sofa

He’s been dead two years!

His TV blares out day and night

None of his neighbours care

Nobody gives a fuck

This is the way here

Keep yourself private

Don’t stick yer nose in

Or it’ll get bopped!

The dead man is quiet

He doesn’t bother a soul

Be just like him

Dead years by the TV

A wonderful scene!

His desiccated body all dry

The life dripped away

Evaporated like his essence

No life no soul no breathing

Dead as can be free TV!

Do not disturb any time soon

He likes old films

Especially John Wayne

 

 

 

Summit Answer

The people hiking these hills are either perverts gay or celibate

A gay man smiled at me for too long and asked me which am I?

Why my dear I am all three can you guess which I am right now?

If you guess right you will get a nice reward so pick carefully

 

 

 

Next Time

On the spaceplane alone as the pissed off people on Neptune

Bombed Mars destroying the spaceport and holiday resort

Now I’m heading to Jupiter to roam about the planet

No more Martian hooker to accompany me just my own self

I’ll examine rocks take sky photos hike and write poems

Rather than screwing mauve skinned telepathic aliens

They blew up a cool resort due to being closeminded

After here I’ll visit Venus to really go whoring!

 

 

 

 

Needed No More

Needed No More

The land is terraced it was once rice fields

No longer in use due to pests that ate the rice

A big job to stop the pests like wild rats and aphids

The half-eaten rotting rice rancid not fit to eat

Almost a full crop ruined by pests to what extreme

Go the farmers again and again fighting a lost cause?

Now grass grows where rice was six years gone

In future will rice grow here again when new techniques

Allow for pest control eliminating rice eating vermin

Now it's a memory till then time moves on

In future science will work to help hard working farmers

Vermin eating crops needed no more

 

 

 

 

 

another poem accepted this time in AWEN

 

5 of my poems published in a publication love it link here

 5 of my poems published in a publication love it link here

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vvery pleased with this 5 sea themed poems of mine published here

 

 

 

 

My Writer’s CV

 My Writer’s CV
Born in Oldham, a Lancashire mill town in 1971, Nick Armbrister has lived in various places and now in SE Asia. Has many interests include writing, studying history, military aviation, current affairs. He loves Gothic music and metal, likes the 1980s for what is was (trash decade!), loves tattoos and wants more. His writing is both varied and broad covering many subjects in poetry and stories. His work has been published in zines, online, in anthologies, and he has worked with several international writers/poets/authors.

 

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