The prospect of death is ever so near whether we care to admit it or not…like shadows clinging to heels or sunshine in the eyes of a stranger. Brilliantly disguised or painfully obvious. Always hovering down the road. Waiting. Sometimes we get a feeling to stay away and sometimes it’s too late. Other times, I believe an angel or two may be involved in your divine protection from the bad ones. You know the ones we read about them every day. People in every level of society who seem to carry death with them like a secret friend. This evil side of human nature has been a constant since the beginning.

There’s a book I’ve read several times which is part of a series. The Teachings of Don Juan. In one of the scenes, the apprentice is driving at night with Don Juan and notices headlights following…then he looks again, and they’re gone…. then they are back on…and then finally, gone. The apprentice tells this to Don Juan, who answers. The headlights, you see…that’s death. He’s always traveling close behind you, but sometimes he shuts off his lights.

Death, life, dreams…and what of dreams? They are strange, indeed. We work out secret scars from our past. We have visions of incredible futures, and vivid sexual fantasies, fight or flight, fly or fall. We talked about lucid dreaming once before, you told me you could teach me, but that never came to be. Either way, what a rush that would be. Also, sometimes as we sleep, we’re attacked by evil spirits and maybe visited by angels. You well know, there are positive and negative forces in the world…. we can’t see them. The wind comes and goes, it’s invisible. And gravity holds us to this lonely planet, yet we can’t see it. Likewise, good and evil exist on a plane that we can’t see, but we feel their effects, don’t we?

When we sleep, we are vulnerable. But when awake, we can make small changes, yes? The beauty we surround ourselves with reflects back to the world…things we accept with our ears and with our eyes. We think about things, and they become part of us. You may call it manifesting, programing, or conjuring. Likewise, evil things are taken in with the eyes and ears, then our thoughts and feelings give them power. Evil things also occupy places in our homes. We collect crystals, talismans, statues, and shells. People bring evil things into their homes all the time, and spirits can inhabit them, but the greatest prize is our hearts, minds, and souls. Evil usually comes by way of invitation.

There is evil that follows us our whole life. Memories physical and sexual abuse, and hurtful words like characters in a play that show up in our dreams for years. Seething under skin like a disease. I know one thing for certain…some people are haunted; you’ve met them before. The sooner you get away from them, the better. You told me about the man in your dreams…he could be death. He could be killing you little by little, like a parasite. Feeding you guilt from something you did or did not do. Accusing you for not speaking up. Consider this…your silence was not failure…it was survival. But that was long ago.

Awake or asleep, there is always a battle taking place…a continuous onslaught of negativity like white noise on a radio…a steady mumble jumble of venomous lies. Voices conditioning you for failure. Don’t listen! Death of the body is one thing, but death of your joy is worse. The things you saw on your bedroom floor could be saying that your spiritual house is not in order and you are still a prisoner of the world…but not the physical world…the one in your mind.

You know how powerful your mind is? We talked about this many times. You told me how worried you are… I understand completely. For most parents, the well-being of their kids is at the forefront. We worry; we fear the worst. It’s always going to be this way sweetie. But back to dreams…yes, they are amazing things. Inside them, I’ve received wonderful ideas, insights, poems, stories, as well as horrible fears and reminders of an unperfect past. But don’t be afraid. Fear is your one true enemy. What’s worth dying for is more important than the foolish things we live for. Cling to what’s important

©2026 TM DiSarro MindScapes Publishing

From: POKING HOLES IN THE DARKNESS