Our entire reaction to life, as viewed by our Creator, is based on psychology. Psychology is the study of the human mind and its functions. It particularly examines how thoughts and feelings influence behavior in different contexts.
I am one among a group called writers. Anyone in that group knows that there is no end to the subjects we can create. Our creations come from our daily walk on the streets. They emerge from chores within our household. Creativity can even strike while we’re relaxing on our veranda or in the backyard.
However, not all creations are factual. Stories written are from our mind’s fantasies to brighten someone’s day through laughter. From our experiences, we write to educate. We aim to cause you to reflect. We strive to ignite a flame that is burning in your soul. This desire, when speaking out or acting out, that lacks the strength. Therefore, writers deserve respect for their vulnerability in exposing their truths. Some people may conclude they are crazy if they don’t understand the reason behind the pen work of art.
We can create any subject to enlighten, educate, or move you to cry or to laughter. As writers, we sometimes put ourselves in situations to achieve the truth. Over a month ago, I had my hair cut. I also colored it purple. It is a semi-permanent color that will eventually disappear. In my case, it would disappear after 4 washings. As the hairstylist did my hair, the color was turning green. She was as surprised as I was. “Wait a minute, the color is turning green,” she said. She then proceeded to wipe it off. “Someone is trying to exercise their strength,” I comment. Or it is time you have a change of eyeglasses, the thought unexpressed. She then disappeared into her storage room, came back, and proceeded to finish the job of coloring the hair. After the time allowed for processing, my hair was washed and dried.
Mirror, Mirror… What the Fish-Sticks?!
The next time I wash my hair will be about two weeks after. If I am not on the road often, I might delay washing my hair. If I am exercising indoors, I will wash it sooner. After a shower and washing my hair, I got out of the bathtub. I creamed my skin and got dressed. Then, I took the towel off my head. I looked into the mirror. “What the fish-sticks is going on, where is the color?” The purple had turned into a light green color. After another washing in two weeks, it turned into a beautiful mixture of white. There were patches of light brown, with a touch of the light green slightly visible in close view.
Phagwah Vibes
I stared at myself. I imagined I’d wandered into a Phagwah celebration. The colors were flying, and spirits were high. I was the accidental canvas. I was filled with accusations and doubts from my spectators. I laughed. Not just at my hair, but at life. At the absurdity, the beauty, the divine comedy of it all.
Because laughter, my friends, is sacred. It heals. It humbles. It reminds us that even when our hair betrays us, our spirit can still shine.
So yes, dreams are confusing. Spiritual forces are real. And sometimes, your hair is the battleground for cosmic messages. But through it all—through the doubts, the delays, the dye jobs gone rogue—we must remain open. To love. To laughter. To learn.
You might sometimes find yourself staring into the mirror. You may wonder what happened to your purple hair. Just remember: you’re not losing your mind. You are gaining a story.
Phagwah is a celebration where Guyanese of all faiths partake in smearing each other with colorful powder (Abir). They drench each other with water dyed in brilliant rainbow hues. This spreads the message of unconditional love [of God] and affirms the triumph of good over evil.
Holi is associated with the legend of the demon king Hiranya Kashyap, his son Prahlad, and his sister Holika. It was introduced to Trinidad by east Indian laborers around 1845. A celebration that takes place during March and April.
Hair Dye & Holy Revelations
This week, I got tired of looking at my hair color. The truth was twofold. I was curious to find out the reaction to a dream I had after washing my hair. I also liked the cut. I just wanted a color that would reflect how I felt. So, I went to the salon on the weekend. “I got a purple for you,” she said.
“Thanks,” I responded. “But the summer is almost over, so I am thinking of a different color.”
“Let me get the color-book,” she left and returned.
I chose a color between light and medium brown, then instructed her on how I wanted it applied. After the process, she washed and towel-dried, then I left to do grocery shopping. While doing so, I considered stopping on my way home. I wanted her to correct the coloring. I had hinted that it should have been done. As I got to the door, the lights were off. It was only after two, closing in on three o’clock.
“Where could she be,” I thought to myself. I overheard a customer give assurance that she would arrive within fifteen minutes. That would have been two. While attending to me, I was told she had an appointment scheduled for two o’clock. The calculation of time and speculation to reasoning formed in my head. She was closing at four o’clock.
As I passed the shop, the force decided to freak with my mind. It took me back to the person I passed on the street. She was laughing as she spoke on the phone. A bit of the conversation was overheard. The whispered voice, “She was laughing at you.”
I am in speculation of the action seen. This could be why she closed earlier than scheduled. Or it could be that neither appointment showed up. I looked in the mirror at my hairdo. I laughed and said, “I now have to wait until after the holiday. I’ll get the work corrected then.” It was Labor Day weekend.
Laughter Is Medicine
It is good to laugh at oneself. Laughter is good for the soul. It heals as it kills. Many of us unintentionally give laughter to others each day. It is within the innocence of the act that laughter, so pure and genuine, kills our souls. I recall a few who died from laughter. I laughed as I imagined being in their time and space.
Zeuscis, a painter of his time in the 5th century. Died laughing over his indulged photograph of an old woman who wanted a portrait done as a well-known figure.
There was Alex Mitchel, a bricklayer in King’s Lynn, England, who died of laughter on March 24th, 1975. While looking at a TV show titled The Goodies. It was during an episode titled Kung Fu Kapers, that an aphoristic master of ancient Lancastrian art of “Ecky Thump” slaughtered all comers with a blood pudding. His wife thanked the show that the death of her spouse was peaceful.
The dish—blood pudding—is like sausages, something I had eaten a few times until I found out what it was made with. It is made of rice boiled with cow’s blood. The mixture is seasoned with spices. It is then stuffed into the tube from the cow’s belly. It can be eaten by itself or with tamarind sauce. It is a delicacy of the Greeks.
Then there was Damnoen Soaen-Um, a Thai ice-cream truck driver who, in 2023, died laughing during his sleep. I have caught myself in such dreams and had to wake myself. I also experienced my elder sister laughing during sleep.
IMPORTANCE OF ANALYZING
Dreams are confusing and must be reflected upon in wakefulness if one can recall what occurred during sleep. Before reflection, it is advised that you seek God’s direction. As you separate your thoughts, you will be given direction. However, your mind must be open to receiving guidance from the spiritual realm. Unless this is done, you will find yourself isolating from those who really care. If your mind is open to being taught, you will find clarity. With a focus on attaining this clarity, everything will fall into perspective. Remember, love is the key. When love is truly within one’s heart, guidance is freely ascertained. –Colossians 3:14
Dreams & Divine Downloads
What I expected her to say when I had arrived to color the hair, I did not hear. I expected to hear what I overheard in my dream. I wanted to witness the moment when the person is told, “Don’t color the hair anymore.” This brings me to explain spirituality. Some of what I am about to say is written within My Dying Day by B. M. Lustol published by Dorrance Publishing Company.
First note. We are physical beings, being given spiritual experiences. Just as each one has a physical body and takes care of it, we need to understand our spiritual connection to others. This connection requires mental awareness. The process is confusing, take it from me. Pain is not always an enemy, but a mirror revealing what needs to be healed. It could be ourselves or the other person. When we become aware of our spiritual connection, we will avoid actions that harm others and us. Patience is needed. As you observe your surroundings and associates, be mindful of envy and jealousy. Such attitudes can rob you of peace and success.
Furthermore, my second note is the realm of spiritual activity at this time. As we become more active, we must fight against it. I am not the only one who has dealt with the spiritual forces some call ghosts, who cease every opportunity of those promoting good work. We must fight not only with faith and the word of God, but also with actions that spread our truths.
Final Thought
It is time to wake up. We must become vigilant. Our fight is against those in authority and in heavenly places. –Ephesians 6:12
- Goggle Subtract -10 people who died laughing, listed by Magus Magnus, August 12, 2022.
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