From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   It seems that, if I've done anything similar to cardio (such as mowing some of   
   the lawn) or other yard work, then following dinner (that's "supper" in the   
   south) I'll nearly always "crash" for a nap off & on for around an hour or so   
   while trying to make    
   it through some television, while stretched out on the couch.   
      
   Well, today (this evening, around the 6–7 PM hour CDT) the show I was   
   {snoozing} through was a rerun of Pastor Robert Morris, and although his   
   messages are typically entertaining, scriptural *and* informative, for this   
   particular episode, I just    
   crashed *out* until near the end, where for some reason, I instinctively start   
   to wake up, much like many menfolk do during many a sermon in many a   
   congregation.   
      
   Only this time, on the way back to consciousness, I "saw" (in the dreamer's   
   perspective / the mind's eye) a handful of seed being scattered upon the plain   
   (brown) dirt.  It was only a blip of an image.  Yet for some reason, I was   
   immediately put in mind    
   of Matthew 13, and the parable of the sower and the seed.  And, for *just* a   
   fraction of a second, I felt as if the image I'd just seen was a snapshot back   
   through time to the original teaching of the parable.  Clarity:  "I was there."   
      
   Hmmmm....   
      
   Well, after all, I do tend to say a bit online in other discussion forums:   
   *I AM* / *NOW* / *One is* the consequence of *all* past *and* the *cause* of   
   *all* future—  (a modern, understood / realization / interpretation of   
   Revelation 1:8 & 22:13.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)