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Now Go, and Paint What You Saw

My dream from last night…

Last night.. I dreamed I stood alone in a wild, untamed land — a place so alive it felt almost unreal. The trees burned with impossible colors, and the sunlight shot through everything in thick, glowing rays, like you could reach out and grab the light itself.

As I turned in slow circles, trying to drink it all in, a voice from nowhere said,

“Look! Here they come.”

And then I saw them.

They were ghosts — unmistakably ghosts — the spirits of Native American people, sliding out from the deep woods and rising up from the ground itself. Semi-transparent, otherworldly, they moved in long, silent lines, hundreds of them drifting past… some straight through me…

They didn’t look at me… didn’t react…

they just kept moving… wrapped in a silence I didn’t dare disturb.

It felt exactly like if you were sitting alone on your couch and suddenly the walls opened and your whole house filled with transparent figures.

When the last one passed through… the voice spoke again

“Now go, and paint what you saw.”

And I woke up — shaken and moved — knowing those words weren’t going to leave me alone.

…

I’m a dreamer…
all my life…

many powerful ones…

but this one
hits different…

This 👆 is a super cool video.. just found it

Me

Also.. I don’t paint or draw

when it comes to my dreams.. I have discernment.. I know when they are from above..  I know when they are bad..  I’m also able to tell when they are just my mind.. or meaningless random stuff.. and also over time I usually get the interpretation for many of them.. that comes from above as well…

Psalm 16:7 (KJV)

“I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel…
my reins also instruct me in the night seasons…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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18 Replies to “Now Go, and Paint What You Saw”

  5. How are you Loia and all?

    The haunting is an exercising prepping you for the true hunt, even the profound paint of the priceless being in you. Set it in motion.

    A haunting summons from the veil. That radiant, impossible silence is rarely just a dream – it is a directive. When the spirits pass through you, they leave behind an indelible command.

    Do not let it haunt you but haunt you to hunt the gold inside.

    For what are you waiting?

    Paint it.

    Do not fight the waking shakiness; channel that electric, cold awe onto the canvas. The colors you saw are waiting to be brought back.

    Go for it.

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    1. Hey Gemerald.. I’m good my brother… how are you? Thank you for your words… I always love reading your comments… and the depth you put into it

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  6. That’s beautiful my Loia.. You know what… actually you have been given a vivid, luminous gift by the Almighty – it’s whether you pick up a brush or just hold the memory close, it clearly chose you for a reason….. So own it 🥰♥️

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