Anna Haize My Dearest

Written by Mathew Naismith

A strange heading, especially considering that I don't know an Anna Haize.

Well, what I am talking about here is from a dream I had last night, where I sang a slow country melodic song to an elderly lady who was crippled from a hard life lived. This ladies name was Anna Haize and the song went sort of like this, "My dearest Anna Haize, how lovely you are, my dearest Anna Haize. You are my darling, my love, my dearest Anna Haize. Life has been hard on you but my love for you is never ending my dear, my dearest Anna Haize. Yes my lovely, you are loved beyond what words can say, my dearest Anna Haize. And so on it went.

When I was singing this song, I held this frail lady in my arms while I levitated and started doing a slow waltz around the eating area of a retirement home. When I first picked up Anna cradled in my arms, the rest of the people in the eating area were in shock and worried. I then started to sing to Anna while in a slow levitated waltz; there was not a dry eye in the room in the end.

Because of Anna's condition, Anna was always in a rigid position. Anna simply melted more and more in my arms as I sang Anna's song to her while doing a slow levitated waltz. At the end of the song and waltz, Anna just simply went into a restful deep sleep within my arms, a sleep she hadn't experienced for some years.

As it is, I have always had a soft spot for people who have legitimately had a hard time of it. When I was working with disabled people, my consideration and care was obvious. When I was asked to dump the disabled to start up another workshop for able bodied people, my consideration and care was greatly diminished, in fact I left that job before the workshop was up and running.  

When I was a healer in ancient Egypt in another life, the underprivileged, mainly the slaves, got my attention. This did not go down well with the privileged as the privileged at all times should come before the underprivileged, as the privileged often think even today. I could never remember doing this in this ancient Egyptian life as a healer. To me it was who was next in line, not that the privileged were always a head of the line. I also looked at the privileged as being also underprivileged, primarily because of their high and mighty stance. The abusers in my mind are as underprivileged as the underprivileged they abuse if not more so, this stance of mine today has not changed.

I look upon human conscious today as a whole as an Anna Haize, a crippled up consciousness, a consciousness that has had a very hard time of it, be it of their own making. As it is, a lost consciousness lost within their own creation, even though this consciousness is unaware of this, is of Anna Haize. This consciousness is worth my attention even though it will fight against me all the way, unlike Anna Haize, my dearest.

It is often mistakenly thought that dreaming relates to over thinking. Yes, this can be the case but most often dreams relate to the energy around you, this is why certain dreams can be foretelling. Last night I had a lot of levitating dreams, more than usual, Anna Haize was one of a number of vivid levitating dreams I experienced last night.