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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".                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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