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She wears a red dress, a strapless gown,
golden hair cascading down
her back
She
smiles, holding you in her gaze
you find yourself slipping in a daze
and smile back
She holds a crystal goblet full
of wine
invitingly, she suggest you dine
together
knowingly she offers you her fare
partake, and you won't be
going anywhere
She's Maya the enticer
The Witch, she's got you in her grasp
She inflames your desire until you long
to clasp
and serve her, receive her kiss
Seductively she draws you close, and closer into her embrace
don't look
to closely at her face
her eyes reflect her master, She's Jyams mistress
He walks into the room, Bearded, Turbaned,
a quiet man and small
Yet His very presence fills the hall
with One word he breaks the spell
*Waheguru* the party's
over
Slowly you rise from her bed
a bit confused you shake your head
to clear it, you disengage the Lady in Red
un-disguised,
disfigured now, she looks a monster
wearing as ornaments deaths necklaces
of charred bones and rotting corpses
her
smile the grimace of deaths many faces
The Scavenger
You pull away and scream
"This is a Nightmare, a disturbing
dream.
Rotting filth, I want to be clean, I want to be clean of the
Corruption."
I woke up trembling, this dream
had been the worst of all. I looked over at my wife where she lay next to me sleeping, and saw a shimmering of red sequins
glimmering and sparkling, I sat up shaking,.
I stumbled from my bed and ran through the dark streets to the house
of Sat Kartar Singh. The sun was just beginning to rise, as I reached there. He was standing in His doorway waiting for me.
I cried out, "How can I be free from her, How can i be cleansed of the corruption and filth?"
He answered calmly, "You
must do Isnaan with Guru Sahibs AMrit. Then only can you be cleaned and free from the clutches of death."
He told me
to start getting up early in the morning before the dream time, and gave me a small bound volume to read. He said this
book
contains the medicine you need to keep the dreams away. If you read it every day as the sun is rising, the dreams
will stop.
When i returned home, i told my wife to get ready we were going to a Smagham, a gathering of Sikhs.
She looked at me puzzled, her eyes
were full of death. Her coral earrings, looked like tiny dancing skulls, I looked
away, What was that word I had heard in my dream?
Waheguru. I repeated it mentally, waheguru waheguru waheguru
waheguru waheguru. I would have to ask Sat Kartar Singh what it meant.
to be continued....
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