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   Richard Silk to All   
   2020-10-27 Tuesday: (1/3)   
   27 Oct 20 11:56:31   
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   10:47 AM 10/27/2020   
      
   Fell asleep on the couch, nothing memorable to report, *except* from the   
   *night before*, when I'd fallen asleep watching Fox News, and the segment was   
   discussing the "path to the White House" or such, and in that dream one could   
   see from a somewhat urban-   
   yet-green area (feeling a bit like my home state of Tennessee) along a path, a   
   patch out in the distance, that was New York, as if one could see an area of   
   NY state from where one was standing, which was likely hundreds of miles   
   away.  But that was 2    
   nights ago (and I had simply fallen asleep in front of the TV, which likely   
   also explains a segment of interaction / discussion with President Trump.)   
      
   From last night (after 4 AM-ish):  I'd been trying to get back to sleep   
   following the migration from the couch to the bed.  Had to do a LOT of   
   meditation, even though thoughts kept taking me along trail after trail of   
   things related to my current time    
   frame in waking life, sort of like a "need to do" list of possibilities.    
   Eventually, I must've drifted off "hard" because this next bit was in a   
   perspective of "deep current," so to speak:   
      
   Yards of pooled water, with bales of straw:  The dreamer was located in what   
   felt like a back yard, facing in the direction which looks leftward across a   
   neighboring back yard.  If straight ahead (from back door to back of lot) were   
   considered 90°, with    
   due right at 0° and due left at 180°, this would've been *facing* the 180°   
   direction.  There wasn't any "compass" feeling to it.  The major issue was   
   that the back lot was walled about waist high (3'?) so that water was retained   
   BY the land, kind of    
   like an outdoor reservoir.  The neighbor's land was dammed in the same manner,   
   except that due to the slope of the land, the neighbor's reservoir was about a   
   full foot lower than the dreamer's lot (above sea level.)  This was not due to   
   having less water,   
    but simply due to the neighbor's land being at a lower elevation ASL.  The   
   dreamer was WADING through this waist (nearly half-torso) deep water, which   
   felt certainly cool, bordering upon "cold", but did not feel "frigid."  The   
   dreamer seemed preoccupied    
   with observing the status of stacks of rocks or other such material on the   
   other side of the wall-border, that they were a bit "water-logged" as it were,   
   and the top half of one of the stacks crumbled into the water, which brought   
   to the dreamer's mind    
   the thought of "Oh crud— I'm gonna have to reestablish that stack."  There   
   was some effort to shift some piles of straw along the right edge (0°) of the   
   property along the water's edge (90°.)  There also appeared to be a definite   
   stream (possibly the    
   Jordan river?) just beyond the border wall.   
      
   I'd like to note at THIS point that the dream *resembles* the covenant that   
   God made with Abram, I believe it was, when Abram and his neighbor set up a   
   stack / pile of stones as a way to mark a land boundary.  This concept has   
   been something of debate of    
   late (well, since AD 70, to be sure) as the Romans chased the Jews OUT of   
   Jerusalem / Israel and the Palestinians usurped the land which God had   
   promised to Abraham and his seed "forever."  Israel was re-established in AD   
   1948, and the 6-days war in AD    
   1967 "shifted" those borders slightly, and these very borders with Judea /   
   Jordan and such are being set down for Trump's "Abraham Accords" peace plan in   
   the Middle East.  (Armageddon is roughly 4 years away, give or take a year.    
   Keep your eyes PEELED    
   for the rebuilding of the Jewish Temple on the Temple Mount!  We are in the   
   time of the Apocalypse even today!  The 2nd Coming of Jesus Christ is written   
   to *follow* the rebuilding of the Temple.)  Clarity 9, as the presence of the   
   water made the scene    
   FEEL *very* real, although the symbology present may bring it down to a 7 or 8.   
      
   Scheduled Baptism scenarios / robes / conflicting thoughts / choice to defer   
   "changes":  The dreamer felt scheduled to be a part of a Church service   
   involving Baptism by full immersion.  I have to note here that *my*   
   life-status seems to have been    
   playing a large role in the dreamer's mind.  In real life, I was baptized   
   shortly after birth in the Lutheran Church, Missouri Synod (aka "sprinkled")   
   later to have followed a course of what may be viewed as "appeasement" (more   
   like "flirting") involving    
   a female from the Church of Latter Day Saints (the "Mormons") which WAS a   
   "full immersion" but I tend to scoff just a touch at the hypocrisy of the   
   "dunkee" closing one's eyes, pinching the nose shut, and holding onto the arm   
   of the "dunker", which    
   clearly prevents areas of the body from the "full immersion" experience.    
   Sure, it's a lot more "complete" than "sprinkling," but isn't it the *idea*   
   that goes along *with* the act that counts?  At any rate, this "Mormon"   
   baptism left me feeling a bit "   
   disturbed" for some years, wondering if perhaps that had created a "layer" of   
   obfuscation "over" my Lutheran Baptism— roughly 2 decades later, I "Baptized   
   myself" in a water hole of Overall Creek which ran along the northern border   
   (west to east) of my    
   property at 3050 Asbury Lane, then took a full left turn to head northward   
   where the water hole is present roughly 100 yards or so downstream   
   (northward.  There is a much longer story here regarding the course of the   
   creek, but to continue—)  In a bit    
   of self-questioning, I felt it reasonable to "triple dunk", such that I went   
   completely underwater 3 times, at least once with my "eyes open", the first   
   time "In the name of the Father", the second time "in the name of the Son",   
   then the third time "and    
   in the name of the Holy Ghost".   
      
      
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