lundi 14 mai 2018


On the night of Thursday 19 to Friday 20 April 2018 I had a dream where I sang three songs that were heavenly. They seemed to be Easter songs. The last one was particularly striking. It was so beautiful that I wanted to know the lyrics and though it was late, I knew the choir was still rehearsing at Cinecam and I couldn’t help myself going out at that hour of night to get the lyrics. So I left home and took the road of Quartier Malien but passed through the other road behind. I ran, even like Naruto in one of the openings of the anime until I left the quarter and found myself on the big road. I continued like that until I reached Cinecam.

The choir was practicing in the same building that it used to do when I was part of it and the building, which was my primary school, was the same as it was 10 years ago. I climbed the stairs and passed the other classrooms and other groups were having their activities in the other rooms. When I finally got to the classroom where the choir was practicing, one of the choristers was singing the same song that I came to get the lyrics.

I stood at the entrance of the door, overwhelmed by the melody. I cried and sank on the floor, tellement it was good. I had never heard such a beautiful song before; it was heaven itself as I listened to it. I was helpless and when the girl finished singing, the choirmaster took me to another room and asked me to wait there until the end of the practice; for I told him I wanted the lyrics of that song. We stayed there and when I returned to the choir room, the practice was over and many choristers had left.
I met some who were still in the classroom. We talked and they asked me what the song I came to get the lyrics was. Now I tried to sing the song, I couldn’t remember it. Come on, I knew the song and I was singing it at home before I got there and the chorister also sang it, but now they couldn’t help me because I couldn’t remember the song. I was perplexed. I thought hard yet nothing came to mind. The song was gone.

It was then that I woke up from sleep and I tried to sing the song without success. I mimed melodies and it still wasn’t the song. In the dream I was certain I knew the song. I have received several songs in my dream over the years. Those songs were usually original not like the ones I compose. They came to me complete and I heard the perfection in the dream. It used to happen that I always wake up after I hear the song and so I could hum it, and so I would take the phone and taped what I could remember of it or before I had a phone, sing it endlessly in the night so that I don’t forget in the morning. The songs I didn’t record or sing disappeared in the morning and I couldn’t retrieve them.

Yet the songs are never as perfect as I heard them in the dream. In the dream, it is complete, the melody is clear, unwavering; the lyrics are pronounced accurately and sung in angelic voices. But when I wake up, I can only hum the melody, I don’t remember the lyrics, maybe just a few words and many times I sing wrong. I only collect bits and bristles of what I heard so that they don’t vanish. So I put my own lyrics and sing them. They’re still good for I enjoy singing them but they’re not even close to the beauty I heard in the dream.

There were three songs in the dream and they were like Easter songs. It used to happen that after Easter, like Easter Monday or Tuesday, I used to receive a song in the dream or a revelation that I would write down. It didn’t happen this Easter which was on April 1 yet something occurred in the night of the 20th. They were three songs that were so beautiful and the last one surpassed the two by far.

Once I had a dream where my brothers and I saw a cartoon that was the consummate of every cartoon I ever saw. It was total bliss. The setting was like a bright village; it was something between Naruto and Avatar. The script wasn’t traditional and there was no fighting. But it was so good. I remember we didn’t watch it at home. We were like spying through a window in a quarter with sand all over and dry. That’s how we watched it.
When I woke up, I tried to remember the script because it was sure I had a one-million dollar idea there if I could write what I saw. In the dream, I knew the story, but I tried to recall it in the waking state but nothing. All I had was the sensation of having watched something out of this world. I told my brothers about it and they marveled.

I have started writing Other Dimensions. The stories are more fantasy than Another Dimension. I am stuck now and there are chapters I began that I can’t finish. The idea is fantastic. Eight different stories with one theme. The Elites of the Supreme Fighter go two by two to the obscure worlds to get the Mex for their master and each pair live a magical moment with the people they encounter in the obscure worlds, which world itself is a mystery. I have finished some four of the stories, but I can’t get to finish the other four.

Each time I take the chapters and begin reading the story so as to get the inspiration for the continuation, I am mesmerized. But when I get to where I stopped, I can’t continue. I’m the first who want to know the continuation and end of the stories, but I’m stuck. I can’t get myself to writing it. And sometimes when I read the stories, I feel there are items of what I saw in the dream cartoon in them. Yet it is not it because what I saw was pure delight.

When I woke up on Friday April 20 after the dream, I thought this: The Lord is the song that I sing. I felt my divinity, I felt I was on top of the world, I felt life was beyond what we see and do in the waking state. I felt I was eternal and nothing could hinder me for I am a celestial being. I was so confident and assured, and I looked down on any circumstance because they were nothing compared to the song that I heard in the dream.

The Lord is the song that I sing. A day before or so, I went to the balcony and I didn’t want to sing. Each time I get to the balcony, I always sing. Now there was no new song I could sing. I didn’t feel like singing the old. There is Adoration, which I also got in the dream, my latest song. But I didn’t place the lyrics so I couldn’t sing it so as to enjoy it.

I love singing but it’s always the Lord’s song that I sing. Other songs don’t interest me to sing them. Even when I felt like I had strayed from the Lord, I couldn’t help singing Him when I get to sing. That was strange to me because I felt he and me were not in good terms because I didn’t behave as he wanted. But I love singing and I can’t sing any song except the Lord.

So I will find myself worshipping and lifting up hands while singing. It has always been like this since childhood. What is the Lord to me: He is the one that I sing for there is no song I can sing and be transported if not the Lord. So that is what He is to me. Of course, He’s much more for He is my father. Yet if I have to talk about my communion with him, the place I see him, I love him to the fullest, it is when I sing Him.

It’s incredible how I haven’t released my songs yet. They are so lovely and I believe people are going to be beatified on listening to them, just as they will on reading Another Dimension. When I got discouraged sometimes, I used to say to myself maybe those songs were not meant that I should release them or for people to hear. Maybe they were meant for me alone for truly I have sung them and enjoyed them to the fullest and blessed the Lord while singing.

But I know the beauty, I know the bliss and that’s why I want to share with the world; the stories that are narrated in Another Dimension and the songs that I sing to the Lord. That’s what I want to achieve in this world; to get people beatified by my songs and books.

I’ll seek the song that I had in my dream of April 20. It was heaven itself and that to me was the evidence. It was the Lord I met in the song.

Before I slept that night, I remember I spoke like I was in a television show where I exposed on me and my books and songs. I was constantly telling Chris Evans to contact me for now that he knows me, nothing can separate us for I love him so much. But what I want to say here is that in that show where I was speaking to the world without anyone hearing me, I said the question of sin, death, the law, what Christ abolished should not be mentioned anymore. Because the mentioning of something is its perpetuation.

Why talk about sin again if it was abolished 2000 years ago? We believe in Jesus, he is our God and we should live like that, rejoicing without having any notion of sin, death, the law and all the things he abolished. This generation knows about those things already yet as of now, we should willingly decide not to mention them.

I know it’s the foundation of Christianity and my songs talk about it, but we have understood that he brought into existence a new heaven and a new earth at his resurrection, even though the events were hard upon him. But it is past and he did that once and for all and he now sits at the right hand of the Father and we live in the resurrection.

We are by no means saying what he did was not important but a child won’t tell his mother everyday how much she suffered to deliver him. Because the suffering is past and it is the life of the child that matters now. What I’m saying is that we stop talking about the cross, the suffering and death of Christ but live his resurrected life, the life he suffered to give us.

We shouldn’t think he won’t like that we forget it, but bringing that episode back is bringing back what he abolished during that episode. The words sin, death, law should be eradicated from our vocabulary for them to totally disappear from the earth since those are the things He abolished. Now is the new heaven and the new earth and we rejoice in the Lord evermore.

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