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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2019/10/01 Tuesday: Crucifixion Experien    |
|    01 Oct 19 11:11:27    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              2019/10/01 Tuesday:              I told myself this morning I wasn't going to spend any time writing down my       dreams from last night / this morning— I had "too much to do," namely,       working on my book (tinyurl.com/TKC-view.) I finished my breakfast (lunch,       actually, I got out of bed a        tad late) and instead of spending time at my online station at the kitchen       table, I came in here (to the "office," where a tower unit is connected to a       printer) to work on proofing at least 2 pages (FAR tougher than it sounds!)       when I suddenly remembered        an "experiential" dream from last night, thus, here I am typing about it:              I was in my bed, drifting off to sleep, contemplating the book I'm writing,       which led to contemplating (as thoughts tend to drift as one heads into sleep)       the recent TV episode I saw of "Discovery Unknown" where an ankle bone with an       old Roman nail was        displayed, which I'd seen decades before in a news release, back when it was       first discovered by modern day archaeologists. It's the only artifact we have       from an actual Roman crucifixion, as the so-called "pieces of the real Cross"       amount to enough        wood to build a ship, and those in the most historic of Churches in the Middle       East are not about to allow their wood to be subjected to testing.              So I'm thinking about that nail through the ankle bone, and how it had to have       been driven in with the victim's (Christ's) foot (thinking of the left one)       turned 90° to the left in order to get the nail through the bone and into the       wood of the cross.        I thought of this for perhaps a half a second, when I FELT and HEARD two       major, resounding THUNK vibrations, which were unmistakable considering the       context of how and when they were experienced (during the thought cloud I was       in at that moment.)              Remember (or learn now) that when victims were crucified, *normally*, they       were tied to the cross with ropes around the wrists and feet (placed upon a       wedge used for a "foot rest" of sorts) but for special cases, they were nailed       instead of tied in order        to create an excruciatingly painful torture / death experience.              ONLY AFTER being secured to the cross was the victim and cross lifted upright       and dropped into a kind of post hole which held the cross upright, with the       victim just high enough that dogs might possibly nip at their feet (or not—       that part is a bit        subjective and likely not uniform in every case.)              Just a word about the two THUNKs I felt: imagine yourself lying upon your bed       as one would lie upon a cross PRIOR to it being raised up into the post hole.        I was thinking about that nail being placed at the ankle bone, then the mallet       / hammer being        used to drive that nail through the bone into the wood of the cross. What I       felt AND HEARD in the dream/thought cloud / experience was the unmistakable       THUNK of the entire supporting wood of the cross as it vibrated from the       impacts. THUNK! THUNK!              THAT brought me back to where I was in bed. I remembered having this       experience as I was working on my book, and realized I HAD to post this       recollection.              All the other dreams from last night are pretty much totally irrelevant by       comparison.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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