<p>Having&nbsp;<strong>prophetic</strong>&nbsp;dreams is a normal occurrence for me.&nbsp;However when I began having a recurring dream about a massive building with many rooms I was completely baffled.&nbsp;Even more daunting as I timidly roamed the long hallways and gigantic rooms I was haunted by ghostly cries for help. In seeking to understand what this dream meant I prayed and meditated for clarity. My prayers were answered!</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One day while driving home from my job as a cafe owner I accidentally took a wrong exit which surprisingly&nbsp;led me to the building in my&nbsp;<em>dream...a&nbsp;</em>twenty-two-room <strong>former plantation.</strong> Located in an exclusively white neighborhood called Portland in Louisville Kentucky that day became the beginning of a long arduous and bittersweet journey whereas I would&nbsp;be serving not only the<em>&nbsp;</em>living<em> but&nbsp;</em>also the&nbsp;<strong><em>dead</em>.</strong></p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Abebi</strong>&nbsp;is the true story about the souls of slaves who had become&nbsp;<strong>trapped</strong>&nbsp;in a virtual hell!&nbsp;However it was only after being&nbsp;<em>led&nbsp;</em>to&nbsp;<em>purchase</em>&nbsp;the former plantation<em>&nbsp;</em>that it became quite clear during a&nbsp;<em>cleansing ritual</em>&nbsp;that it was&nbsp;<em>me</em>&nbsp;who was being called to free their souls from their unceasing hell!</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the process of heeding the call much like the television series&nbsp;<em>The Ghost Whispers</em>&nbsp;I was often abruptly visited by bodied and disembodied spirits telling and showing me in vivid and mysterious ways the atrocities of being a slave. And they were counting on me to help them to move on towards the light or at least somewhere a little more . . . heavenly? Of course it didn't seem to matter to the tortured ghosts that I had my own personal hell to live through. One that challenged my faith in love my spirituality and the mission at hand.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However with the support of the ancestors and my Spirit Guides who became the backbone to my survival and in keeping my sanity I was given the strength and the fortitude to carry-out the mission through a series of rituals dreams meditation and a lot of praying all while coming to the stark realization that:&nbsp;<strong><em>Hate</em></strong><em></em>&nbsp;is a powerful energy that will manifest into a<em>&nbsp;living</em>&nbsp;hell--and that&nbsp;<strong><em>Death</em></strong>&nbsp;offers no escape!</p>