It was a powerful dream yesterday morning, the eve of martial law becoming a reality in our country, which woke me up and had me frightened. The dream seemed to incorporate several situations which made it confusing to understand when I woke.
For some reason, I first went on a delivery with a co-worker which took us across the border, I assumed the US. I believe we were going to be there for several hours at least, maybe overnight, so I decided to explore a bit. Taking a taxi, and because I was in a place I’ve never been before, I asked the driver to suggest somewhere for me to enjoy a few hours of my time. He took me to a rather unique street which seemed very old, similar to something one might see in Europe or as memory serves, Quebec City. I was excited to get out and look around, but this is where everything became really confusing. I saw myself at one point lying in a bed with this taxi driver watching over me, protecting me. Then I was at a cafe, which was very high up, situated it seemed on a mountain road. Always the driver was close by like he was my self appointed bodyguard. Suddenly a man I recognized, yet not quite sure of his identification in the dream, was standing beside me. I was reminded of Patrick, but don’t think it was him, although they were very similar in body type and looks – dark hair, tall and slim build. Just as I was about to ask him why he was here, another man appeared who I also seemed to know, but cannot identify now. The second man pulled a gun on the first man, but was not in control of it, dropping it while looking at the steep fall at the edge of the property which had a protective fence. The first man kicked the gun over the cliff through the bottom opening. At this point I began to run for my life understanding this situation involved me as well. The taxi driver followed me as did both the other men. At the bottom of the hill the first man caught up to me and grabbed my arm. As he did so the second man caught up to us and without warning tried to jab a needle into the arm of the first man. I think he managed to knock it out of his hand, but there was a second needle which he did jab into the other man’s arm. Everything seemed to go to slow motion at this point, the first man was in shock realizing he was going to die from whatever was in the needle. The second man was also in shock as he understood what he just did as if he was waking from a dream. He still held the needle and I saw a drop of fluid fall from the tip of that needle, realizing it had actually been for me. There were two needles, one for each of us. This was when I woke up. This is when I realized it was Justin Trudeau I was standing beside who just got injected with something lethal. There was this horrible moment when we both understood he was about to die, seeing the realization in his expressive eyes brought to mind only sorrow for how far down the wrong path he went. He was seeing it all and finally understood himself – it made me cry.
When a government turns to dictatorship, communism or anything similar, they do not wait for permission or approval, they just take over knowing once they have the army and or police on their side, they don’t need permission. This is something people born into a free country do not comprehend. There is no fairness, no humanity, no rational for their actions. It is about power and control, nothing else. In Canada the only ones who understand what JT did yesterday are the ones who have lived in police state countries, lived through the oppression their government enforces. How many have questioned why the Jews did not resist, fight back, as they ponder history watching the reality in movies and documentaries? It seems so obvious to us now as we sit in the safety of our homes, they should have fought back, yet they allowed themselves to be taken away. There were so many of them it did not make sense for them to become compliant.
Today we are asking ourselves the same question…….why did people not just say no from the beginning of this pandemic? Why did we not just fight back? Fear is your answer. Fear of losing what we have worked so hard for; fear of the possibility the government was right and the virus was deadly; fear it would be our fault if we didn’t listen (at least in the beginning). Those like me who have experienced political take over, loss of human rights and the consequences of such power knew from the start this was not about a virus. It was the beginning of a danger we carry in our bones from our experiences. Canadians born under freedom still cannot properly conceive of what is about to happen. At least what our government wants to happen. They did not count on the overwhelming support of love and determination which has united the country against them. Still we must not discount the power having control of the police and army gives the government. We aren’t past the danger yet!
My dream took me a full day to digest because of its severity, plus it confirmed I am somehow linked to the Trudeau family with regards to my capture and confinement as a child. As always it is in the act of writing out my dreams, then explaining how I felt, true understanding hits me. If we consider for just a moment Justin Trudeau is indeed Castro’s son, but even if he isn’t, and I am the daughter of the man Castro betrayed, the connection is solid. Even if JT is not Castro’s son, we know the families were connected while Pierre Trudeau was the prime minister. Does it not make sense Pierre would enjoy being involved in the capture and torture of Che Guevara’s daughter if it meant the bond between him and Castro became stronger? Trudeau sr. and jr. have both expressed admiration for Castro, so really it is not a stretch. I have believed my coming to Canada was connected to Dean Phypers, the CEO of IBM because I grew up with the same last name. It makes sense he was part of it, connected to my mother I believe, but now the possibility Trudeau sr. set things up in Canada makes complete sense. Getting my SIN number without a birth certificate indicates someone in that government office arranged for it. Getting into this country in such an illegal way also indicates cooperation from someone with certain authority. At last I am beginning to see how the dots are connected and it is finally hitting home the reality of who I am. It doesn’t matter who believes it, only that I have come full circle and finish my quest to return home, claim my birthright for myself.
There are photos which are public record indicating the connection between the Trudeau’s and Castro is rather intimate, and far too close for comfort, at least for me. I can still remember the day I heard Pierre Trudeau died and the absolute relief felt in that moment. At the time this was not something I understood or could explain, but the relief was significant.
Not long ago I dreamt about Pierre Trudeau with regards to my confinement as a child. The fear was overwhelming when I woke up. And I have to admit it came as quite a shock to remember with such clarity of my situation involving him. I was terrified of that man, which I felt deeply when I woke, but in the dream I showed great courage and strength as I walked away from him shouting “Soy la hija de Che Guevara” all the way back to my confined space believing no one could take my identity away from me. They did, for more years than I can believe, but I’m back, I’m here.
This dream brought to mind the complete relief felt the day Pierre Trudeau died, something forgotten over the many years since it happened. When JT came into power, I felt it was time to think about leaving Canada, I just didn’t know where to go or how it was possible. Back then I still did not know who my father was, so the connection with my concerns about this man becoming the Prime minister not yet understood other than knowing who his father was and how I felt about him.
So I am beginning to question once more why coming back to Canada, especially for this nightmare was so important for me. It seems my dream has given me the answer in a round about way. I am going to assume JT is indeed Castro’s son which allows me to see how my fathers story has relevance to this situation. It is pay back time, although it gives me no pleasure to come full circle in this way. The reward at last is being able to step out of this web of lies and deceit, perhaps at last being able to go home and find family. This is about coming full circle not just for me but also for my father who understood before he died, I believe, the man he thought was his close friend, betrayed him for the sake of gaining more power, using his daughter to do so. If one considers my coming to Canada was first of all to ensure I did not hear or see anything connected to my father, then is it not fortuitous I am here now at the brink of civil war, a situation created by the son of the man who betrayed my father. In essence Castro, or at least his family has been in control of my life. In a similar way Castro had this control over my father and his family in Cuba, who although they have been protected, have also been controlled by Castro. It is overwhelming to be here in this moment understanding the significance of what I’m saying.
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