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Submitted by Altima on September 24 2001 15:56:29
In reply to P.S. submitted by Heather on September 23 2001 17:34:37
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Well, I don't seem to remember sharing many threads with you, though I'm sure we have at some point. Hi :) I hadn't thought of the possability that God could change methods of communication to suit the time and culture. It's an interesting thought. Perhaps, and this is pure raw speculation by someone only finally admitting to himself the possability of God's existance, but perhaps God is intrigued by how we have developed when He has a more subtle presence. Maybe it's a test for humanity, see if it can keep the faith, so to speak without dramatic devine intervention. I find the idea that God could be intrigued by something fascinating, if he is apparently omnipotent. If God knows all of the past and future... how could God be fascinated? Dreams... now that is intriguing. I'm aware of the Biblical stories about dreams but... hmmm. Well if one were so inclined, one could find many of my attitudes on dreaming from reading my currently unfinished novella, which is at Fireheart at the moment. I've had a recent dream, though, that's been plaguing my conciousness and refuses to depart and leave me alone. It starts with me on a train, staring out at the blur outside... Into the train arrives a friend from my new school, who I'll call M (who will be leaving for the UK in a short while) It feels as though I'm just watching myself, I don't quite have access to my inner thoughts in this dream, just my emotions. I explain to M quietly that I am trying to escape Imperialist Japan, after my family has been put in a concentration camp (it's an odd dream, no?) I tell him I'm going to try and make it to Australia. We depart from the train, leave the town and move through the bast countryside on foot, talking about our situation quietly. The sun is setting and the whole area looks as if it's in flames. It's bathes in an angry orang glow. We avoid patrols of troops, we move away from any sound of gunfire, and narrowly escape detection by a Zero (fighter plane) The next thing I remember is standing over M's bleeding body, unsure as to whether to feel frightened or sad. Eentually I reach down and touch his blood, it's no longer warm. I feel like screaming, but I don't. instead I carry his body with me until the sun sets and I wake. What a strange dream. I doubt it has anything to do with God, but I guess one can call it a metaphor. I am sad he's going away. But like all my troubles in life, I carry the burden in silence. Sorry about the rant, but I just felt I had to tell this thing, pointless as it may seem. I just had to get it off my chest. |
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