THE PROPHECY

The receipt of my execution date, for August 30th 2007, on May 4th 2007 at approximately 6.50am, was preceded by a dream of that fact....

For a long time now I have been aware of the power of dreams; the way they act as a visionary tool for the soul. It's a powerful tool of sight that allows one - if they tap into it - to comprehend things of the past present and future. Since being a child I have dreamed - I reflect on them and take them very seriously.

Before I woke on May 4th I dreamed that i was being taken to the execution chamber. In my 10 years on death row I have rarely dreamed of such a thing - maybe 3 times - and to me that is actually suprising as one can't help but to think about this process as it's constantly paraded infront of you daily.

There i was in the chamber and I was freely walking around. Preperations were being made to carry this sadistic process out. As i was looking around I spotted the room from where the poison flowed and to my shock there was no fancy devices issuing the poison, rather, it was a big boiling pot of solution. the pot was big and black similar to the ones you might see in a cartoon when they're boiling something. And all that came out of it was a tube and IV. Shortly after this I woke.

A little time after this dream there was a knock at my door by the mailroom workers. "Foster, you have certified legal mail to sign for" said the lady. I immediately knew it was my execution order being delivered. i briefly scanned the papers recognizing the date was one day before the date of my fallen comrade, Hasan Shakur, one year before. I felt the final sign had been delivered. I sat back and soaked in the impact - thought of family, pending visits from loved ones and the struggle at hand. No tears, no screams - just rage.

And so I drifter to my dream in a state of awe seeing how I dreamed of my own execution. BUT something told me to think. Think a little harder my sub-conscious said, so I did. And then it hit me. I missed a piece of the dream, this piece that almost got covered in the madness of the moment. I replayed the dream...

As i entered the side room where the boiling pot or poison was I reflected on 2 things:

one - No one was around nor watching me.

two - I had to do something to stop this.

So without a second thought I picked up the pot and dumped the poison out! After that I woke.

My friends- it's up to us to manifest that. Many people feel that a prophecy is unchangeable. When ones think of Prophecy most persons immediately think of revelations in the bible. People fear that that is sealed. I do not. I believe a prophecy is a foretelling, but one that CAN be changed. For example - if all the people reading this came together and mobilized and uplifted a revolution it could be done. We have the will power to do it. The world is like it is, because we let it - not because it's predestined.

I believe this dream showed me that we can win. It's possible. It's up to us. There is always the opportunity to change history like with overcoming slavery, womens suffrage, winning civil rights. When the odds are against you that makes victory even sweeter. Let's win!

As always - It's organise or die!

In struggle

Kenneth "Haramia" Foster

D.R.I.V.E.

DEATH Row INNER-COMMUNALIST VANGUARD ENGAGEMENT