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| I am listening to Canopy Radio; they are talking about dialogue with God.
I don't know who is speaking, but she mentioned the Samuel. God calling out to Samuel as he was a child, when he thought it was Eli and went to Him in the middle of the night.
Numerous times, in the evening as I've trailed off to sleep, I've heard my name called in a physical voice. At these times, often I was actually scared: hair raising goose-bump sacred. Generally, though, I convince myself I am delirious with lack of sleep and force myself to close my eyes again. I do not recall this ever happening more than once in an evening.
The next morning, or later the following day, I will generally mention to myself, in form of a quick thought, "you were just really tired; one day if God does actually call you, you'll know it." As I heard the story of Samuel recounted I realized with certainty; I have heard God's voice and managed to sleep though it.
I won't do this anymore. No more testing Him, when He calls, I'll respond.
Even though reclaiming new territory can sometimes be scary! | | |
| This is actually a rather normal kind of dream for me, cutscenes and all.
Because my dreams are so detailed, this is only the first half or so; it gets tiresome typing it all out. The end really draws it altogether.
I went to watch a movie but it was a week day so there were no movies playing past 9pm. I went outside the movie theatre downtown somewhere. There was a trash dump like place with bamboo poles in the shape of a roof coming out of the ground. I was there and a guy came stumbling around the corner. His legs were burnt so badly they looked like they had no liquid remaining in them, like a corpse looks after it has burned to death. His shoulder was also messed up. We talked (I can’t remember about what) and then his legs disintegrated and he died. One of his legs was burned up midway up the thigh and the other was only up to the knee, this is what disintegrated.
I went inside my house, which was now where the theatre had been, and got my two roommates. Somewhere at about this time I realized that the guy I had talked to was one of my roommates from the future.
CUTSCENE
Explorers are on a ship from the 1400’s that is the current technology as far as ships go, but we have telecommunications and current political atmosphere. They are exploring some new world(s) and find a place inhabited by natives. They take some of their gold, and dock on the shore of the new land, The Kingdom. The natives overpower them, but not by sheer numbers, by implication of numbers and mass etc. The president of the explorers’ country then tries to enter into some negotiation with the natives to get his explorers out alive, but they will have nothing to do with it because they polluted their gods by stealing the gold, and their belief transcended any sway of politics etc. They ARE going to die.
CUTSCENE I was in possession of some sort of artifact that I had the knowledge would transport us to the land where the gold was; I don’t remember if we knew about the political situation or not at this current time. We had to touch the artifact with our blood to start the transportation. It was a small, oblong, metal cube with inscriptions on each side, attached to a strand, probably for a necklace/amulet. We put some blood on it and were instantaneously transported to the ship of the explorers. CUTSCENE When we arrived there, we saw all the 8-12 explorers standing in front of us. They were not able to move though, because they were wearing form fitting suits of gold. This was the way the natives were killing them. They had fashioned these suits to fit them exactly and give them no room to move, frozen forever in a statuesque pose. When we arrived in this situation we were immediately aware of the political situation, and we realized, as an momentary afterthought, that by taking the gold off of the prisoners and thus helping them escape, we could resolve the conflict. I may finish this with a blog at a later time. | | |
| I actually just finished "The Lord of the Rings" collection.
Everyone told me Tolkien was a genius.....it's true. The story is good, but not what interested me. I couldn't help but be drawn in by Tolkien's critique on humanity through various other races. I'll be reading "The Silmarrillion" after I am finished with the serious I have just embarked upon........"The Chronicles of Narnia" | | |
| Alright!! I haven't made a valid blog entry since I started this this little xangaria, and seeing as how that was close to 3 months ago, it's probably about time. Almost daily my little mind comes across something I would like to get on my soapbox about, but out of apathy/laziness never seem to post. SOOOO for strictly therapeutic reasons I'm ranting tonight. I just rented and watched "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" an older Clive Owen film. Unfortunately the best part of the movie was the previews. One of which was "The United States of Leland." I had wanted to see this movie for a couple of years; the yearning began after seeing "The Believer," a movie about a Jewish kid who becomes a neo-nazi. The main character is played my Ryan Gosling, horribly famed of "Young Hercules," "Murder by Numbers," and "The Notebook." Ryan Gosling is actually a pretty good actor contrary to those three previously mentioned movies, which explains why I had wanted to see "The U.S. of Leland" after watching "The Believer." So I finally picked it up the other day and it was actually a pretty good movie. Well I say pretty good movie but that isn't necessarily true. The movie itself was ok, but Leland (the main character  ) was a good springboard for the tirade of some writer. He was supposed to be in some way mentally sick, but the movie accomplished enough that at the end you had to ask yourself: was he really a mental case or if "normality" is truly the mental disease.
Waaa Waaa, I know, nothing new. But Leland's place as the silent, disorganized guru of black and white principles he was, made it worth the watch. The world he saw was full of pain and hurt; any "electricity" he had seen had been let out of world because of the humanity/fallibilty of people, which he saw as excuses for the hurt we inflict on others. Basically I can't say it made me feel much but did make me think. The best of the movie that I could see was that Leland believed in the power of words and just didn't grasp the intention of idle words. | | |
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Finally gave in....guess i'm starting a XXXXXXXAAAANNNNGGGAAA!! | | |
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