Dream catchers, Dreamcatchers

The Dream Catcher legend A dream catcher is a Native American good luck talisman believed to bring good dreams, each carefully woven web will catch your dreams. A knot, or "mistake," is intentionally woven into each dream catcher to trap any bad dreams. The bad spirit dreams will get caught in the web and disappear through the hole in the center of the web. Any bad dreams left in the web will be trapped by the beads which have been woven into the web (Called prayer beads) and burned up from the web. Your good spirit dreams will find their way to the center of the dream catcher and float down the sacred feathers hanging below the web. Your good dreams will then rise to meet the Great Spirit along with the morning sun.

In some American Indian Tribes, a story has been passed down from generation to generation, stating that long ago there was a Shaman living among a tribe, she woke one morning with only good dreams. As she looked up she saw a spider’s wed. In the web she saw dew drops and as she looked closer at the dew she saw what appeared to be her bad dreams floating in the dew. As the dew dried her bad dreams disappeared. As she prayed, it was reveled to her that she should make catchers of bad dreams for all of the tribe to share, insuring that only good and good dreams would come to the tribe.

Fashioned after the spider wed she saw that morning, she created the first dreamcatcher. The Shaman took pieces of pliable twigs and fashioned them into circles, representing the circular flow of life. In these circles she used sinew, the thin lining located on the inside of an animals hide, along with small beads, she wove a web and hung feathers from the wooden circle. The Shaman prayed over each dream catcher, then she distributed these beautiful dreamcatchers among her tribe.

In the days and weeks that followed, the Shaman noticed that many in her tribe had only good dreams. For many years, the Shaman continued making dream catchers for her tribe. She made them with all sorts of different beads and whatever feathers she could find.

Today, dream catchers are made in many different shapes and sizes, many of us believe that only the dreamcatchers with beads woven into the web will destroy bad dreams. Of course, you may believe as you wish, for in today's society many people hang dream catchers in many different places, a vehicle, office cubical as well as over the bed in hopes of capturing and destroying bad dreams.

Written by TarL Michael Jespersen as it was told to me by my friend who is a Navajo (Dine') Shaman.

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Mother's Don't always know best

Through out history,

Hey Old Woman

Hey old woman, there’s a cat stuck in your attic
Won’t you set it free?
Do his cries bother you?
The way they bother me.

Old woman, there’s a naked child at your knee
Won’t you cloth him, cloth him please.
Do his cries bother you?
The way they bother me.

What the fuck old women
Don’t you have a heart.
Why the hell would you have a child
When you don’t have a heart?

Old woman can’t you hear the cries,
Old woman I shouldn’t have to ask why?
Hey old woman, there’s a cat stuck in your attic
Won’t you set it free?
Do his cries bother you
The way they bother me?

Hey old woman can you see in me,
Old women do you think you’re free.
All the hurt and pain you pretend not to see,
The loneliness and grief you forced on me.
Not even a pair of shoes for a child at your knee.
And all the miles I had to walked just to be set free.


written by © Tarl Michael Jespersen

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Stardust
I was fishing on the delta, hanging with my boys,
You came walking up the beach, your body filled my eyes.
With golden blonde hair and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
Me and my boys we thought we were so cool, young and lean.

I asked you for your name, you laughed and said Stardust.
I laughed and asked you please, thinking Stardust was a tease.
I soon realized that Stardust was your name.
I soon realized that Stardust was a tease.

We walked on the beach, the afternoon fell to night.
We laid on the beach and watched the Universe explode with light.
The stars so bright above us, the sand was warm and soft.

Now, it’s Stardust, the Universe and me.
Now, just Stardust, the Universe and me.
written by © Tarl Michael Jespersen

Inspired By

Many of us have been inspired.

Prism tints of shame

Prism tints a shame, how the days run together.
Your fancy lights they draw me inside.
Your spectrum of colors they keep me alive.
Where was I before your lights, I was alone, alone all those nights.
Prism tints a shame on all who dwell below.
Your cage is paradise, the lights I follow.
You’re psychology in color, I hit a beam but to find another.
I reach out to find the night. You’re blinding me with the brilliant lights.
Pretty, pretty prism can I stay inside forever?
Pretty, pretty prism your spectral lights I treasure.
Prism tints a shame how the days run together.
You’re a light’s refraction, you’re my life’s distraction.
Let me know my life is true and feel the lights outside of you.
Pretty, pretty prism I can’t stay inside forever!
Pretty, pretty prism your spectral lights I treasure.
lyrics by © Tarl Michael Jespersen

Dream of being wealthy

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YOU

You will never know what you mean to me.
No, you will never know just what I see When I’m with you.

How could you, why would you.

You will never know how I feel for you.
No, you will never know what I’m going through When I’m with you.

How could you, why would you.

I will never know if you see through me.
I will never know if you think of me.
No, I could never know and I will never know,
If you dream of me.

Why should you, why would you.
How could you, why would you.
written by © Tarl Jespersen

Summer Daze

We were flying through the sky
We were reaching for the moon.
Living loving large
Life happens way too quick.
Summer ended far too soon.

You and me Cruise’n highway one
Top down in your GTO.
I was playing air guitar,
Pink Floyd blas’tin on the stereo.

Your long hair blowing in the wind.
Summer days we never want to end.
Volley ball in the sand
Summer days we never planned.

Surf boards waking, bodies shaking
Dolls n beach balls on the beach
Your long hair blowing in the wind
Everything in life is in our reach.

Flying through the sky
Reaching for the moon.
Living loving large
Life happens way too quick.
Summer ended far too soon.
Living loving large
Life happens way too quick.

written by © Tarl Michael Jespersen

America's Best kept Secret

One of America's Best kept Secrets, Song lyrics by Tarl Michael Jespersen.
Just to find You

I’d climb the snow filled mountain tops, I would hike the largest desert, I’d crossed the stormy seas, Just to find you, just to find you, Just to find you, Just to find you.

You left when I was just a babe, no reasons to compare, I never knew what made you leave, just that you were never there. So I climbed the snow fill mountain tops, I hiked across the blazing heat, I charted a boat upon the seas, yes, just to find you, just to find you, just to find you, just to find you.

I made some new acquaintances and over a board game we played, Your name came up I don’t know why, but it came up just the same. My friends they said they heard of you, that you weren’t far away. I’ve searched and searched until this day, just to find you, just to find you. Yes, just to find you, just to find you.

I met you in a parking lot, we really didn’t say a lot, I pictured you clearly in my mind, I asked why you left me behind. Your answer wasn’t really clear, but you calmed my greatest fear. You said that I’d done nothing wrong, you and my mom just don’t belong together.

I’ve spent over thirty plus years, trying to undo my fears, about you. You weren’t the man I thought you’d be, I saw nothing of you in me. But I found you. Yes I found you.

So I’d climbed the snow fill mountain tops, I hiked across the hot, hot desert, I traveled upon the open seas, yes, just to find you, just to find you, just to find you, just to find you. written by © Tarl Michael Jespersen

Be in my Dream

Be in my dreams.
I had a dream
For SANDY

I had a dream, I had a dream last night,
I was standing in a field, in a field so bright. I was standing in a wheat field, so golden, bright as the sun. I knew I was dreamin, then I saw you, standing in my field of gold. You touched my arm, you said I know you, someone’s gonna break your heart, I asked please tell me, who you are in the daytime? You said to be careful, cause someone was coming, coming to break my heart. You said in the daytime, you will know what I mean. I looked around, I saw no one, no one to be seen. I asked you please, please tell me now. Cause in the daytime, I don’t remember my dreams. I feel I know you, I know I love you, but I can’t tell who you are. You said in the daytime, I would remember, I’d remember your name. Then I looked, you were gone. I didn’t know your name. The field was warm, so golden and bright, I could lay here, I could stay here all day and night. I needed to see, what you were talking about, or who? My heart isn’t broken, I am in love with a man, and he’s in love with me. When I awoke, I don’t recall who you were. I know you knew me, I know I loved you, but in the daytime, I couldn’t see who you were. I let you go, I let go the dream, but I miss the golden wheat field. How do I get back, I was comfortable and warm. I am not broken, not broken at all. Maybe just give me some time. written by © Tarl Michael Jespersen

America Finds Five - 5%

America is Five percent

Five 5%
I went to the RA doctor in September 2018, I was in much pain. The doctor said he would give me a shot of steroid. I told the doctor that I was allergic to steroids. He asked “what do you mean”? I told him that I go crazy, I want to kill myself, I want to kill others, I want to drive my car into a brick wall. I hate everybody and everything. I want to cry constantly. I want to drink alcohol even though I am sober 14 years, I am paranoid, believing everyone hates me, everyone is out to hurt me. Steroids screw up my entire thought process. The doctor tells me that a shot of steroid is not the same a Prednisone or other oral steroids. The doctor states that only 5% of people in clinical study of steroids are allergic. I respond, “okay, I am one of those 5%”. The doctor asks, “so have you ever had an injection of steroid.” “No but I don’t want to take any chances”. The doctor continues, “so you studied to be a doctor and know all about medicine as I have”? And you are questioning my ability as your doctor”? “No” I said.

I accept the shot of steroid out of shame and humiliation. Over the next 5 months I was absolutely insane, I was crazy, I wanted to kill myself, I want to kill others, I want to drive my car into a brick wall. I wanted to drink alcohol. I hated everybody and everything. I wanted to cry and sob constantly. I was paranoid, believing everyone hated me, everyone was out to hurt me. Steroids screwed up my entire thought process.

I didn’t realize my mental problems until my mindset returned to normal processing of life which took over 5 months. I went to see my RA doctor and he insisted I take another steroid shot. I said hell no and stuck to my self-knowledge. I allowed a Doctor to humiliate me into accepting something I knew could have tragic results for me. I am to blame. No human on earth knows my body and being better than I do.

“NO MORE” is tattooed across my heart.

Now for me, I realize that being gay is the same as the 5% bullshit the doctor pulled on me.
I am one of the 5% who is gay.
I know who and what I am, I know what my God wants and expects of me. I experience hate and hurt by those who claim to know what being gay is and is not. I know that I was born gay.
But the demigods have told me my entire life that I don’t know what I am talking about or experiencing. Demigods (those calling themselves Christians) have told me that my life being gay is a lie and a sin.
Many times, in my life I have believed that thoughtless ignorant Christian demigods know more about me than I do. I hid most of my life, and to be part of society in the 1990’s, I gave up everything of importance to me, my job, my house and my partner. For the Christian demigods lies.
I was told by my pastor, to follow Exodus International for reparative therapy, so God would make me straight. God told me personally, “He cannot change a leopard’s spots”. My pastor said I misunderstood God’s words, “He, God, would not change a leopard’s spots”.
Why did I listen to the pastor and not God? Because, while I did not want to be the same as these Christian demigods, I didn’t want to be different from, either.
I was a fool, I am one who belongs to the 5% of good, honest, loving humans.

The reality is that I know who I am and what the One true God does and does not do, can and cannot do in my life.
No self- righteous human hiding behind God, calling themselves Christians, demigods, know anything about my being.

It has taken me a lifetime to say “NO MORE”, to the real fools, the Christian demigods, who pretend to know about God, or what God wants in the being of others.

I believe in One God, The God of pure love, love for love sake only.
I believe that God expects absolutely nothing in return for His love.
If there are more than one God, the other God is the God of fear and hate.
Like Christian demigods, the God of fear is wanting and expecting something from me in return for their acceptance.

“NO MORE” is tattooed across my heart.
written by © Tarl M Jespersen