A couple of years ago I was very much on a painting spree, and I found a board in the alley. It had to be painted...
I did a painting based on the dancing Shiva.
I furiously painted in a dimly lit room, which is my style, not really knowing what it would look like, but letting my hand do whatever it felt like.
Even though it's not terribly obvious in the painting, I tried to put it in a jungle setting. I had been somewhat obsessed with the jungle after a dream that I had a few months earlier, in which I was a little girl on a tropical island.(this actually ties in, and I will get to it later)
At the end of the session, feeling satisfied, I went to sleep.
In my dream, I was sitting with the painting, and a trap door opened up out of the painting. This little robot came out of it and looked up at me.
It was probably 6 inches tall, and it was understood that it's name was Bula Kalala.
The vibe coming off of the robot suggested that it was actually a demon... It was definitely a malevolent creature, and it stated that what it really wanted was blood.
Blood started fountaining out of the corners of the painting as it said this...
For some reason I was compelled to roll the robot back and forth across the painting, and Bula Kalala loved it. The little demon was suddenly giggling and having so much fun.
I kept rolling Bula around to keep it from wanting blood again.
(this is a terrible artist's rendering of Bula Kalala the robot)
At some point, the vibration became too intense, and I woke up.
The name Bula Kalala was burning in my brain when I woke up, so I started searching for the name.
I eventually learned that there is an island called Pulau Sumba, southeast of Bali...on one side of the island is Kalala, and toward the other side is a tiny village called Bula.
Going back to the dream where I was a little girl, it was a dream within a dream. First I saw someone in a Barack Obama mask and helped them over a barbedwire fence. I think the police were after them or something.
When I grabbed the hand of what I thought was a man, a burst of electricity shot up my arm and this other dream happened.
I seemed to be an 8(or so) year old boy standing on a beach with my brother. We both had tattoos covering our faces. Mine was a 5 pointed star, and my sibling's was like a mandala. Our skin and hair seemed to suggest we were from the Pacific Islands. There is no way to tell a time period, but we were not dressed in modern clothes, just some sort of loincloth.
Then I heard the voice of the person I helped over the fence. She pulled off her mask to show that she was a woman.
"I see you remember when we were sisters" she said.
"I thought we were boys" was my reply.
"That's what mother brought us up to be like"
She said that she recognized the "needles in my arm", talking about the current day tattoo on my wrist.
She said that she hadn't met anyone with 'Arkansas' in them for a long time.
(even though I was not born there, I believe my spirit is from the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas)
Eventually I mentioned our big sister who seemed to be there too, but this apparently offended the woman. When she got pissed off, I woke up.
I started researching face tattoos in the Pacific, and narrowed my search to Indonesia and New Guinea.
Bula Kalala narrowed my search to one island!
I ultimately took a red candle and dripped wax onto the painting in the spots that it wanted blood in the dream.
Bula Kalala has been silent ever since!
Eventually I have to go to Pulau Sumba to see what it feels like. There is apparently some tourism there and it is good surfing. I don't surf, but as long as I am welcomed it should be cool.