I’m more of a “this is what happened and this is what I think it means” or “an odd notion occurred to me today, which lead to this train of thought” sort, than a reporter or documenter of campaigns and whatnot. Now don’t get me wrong. I appreciate what campaign documentarians do; it just isn’t my cup of tea. Read: I’m bored stiff by the mere thought of providing that kind of content.
So, instead of climbing aboard the one of the political activism trains, I bid you, once again, to climb aboard the baldilocks Train of Thought - a vehicle which almost always has an unexpected destination, even unexpected by the driver. Sometimes, the Engineer keeps that to Himself.
Has anyone else noticed that it is becoming more and more difficult to communicate with others? Recently, I’ve lost friends over the most innocuous of statements. It’s almost as if there’s a voice whispering into the ears of some, and that voice is saying something like “she hates you/he’s lying to you/they blame you.”
Those who seem to be heed the voice are men, women, young, old, black, white, brown, yellow. All of them are ready to be angry over real offenses. And, if they can’t find a true offense, they will make up one.
This reminds me of this dream.
I heard murmuring voices, but then they became distinct. The two were speaking in a language I had never heard before, but I could sense the nature of the conversation: point and counterpoint.
At some point, God stopped talking and just looked at Satan because the latter was saying one word over and over again in the unknown language. Then the word became English.
“Felon! Felon! Felon!”
Initially, I thought that Satan was saying that God was a felon; but when I looked up the word ‘felon’ later that day, I realized that Satan was talking about humanity.
One of the definitions of ‘felon’ is a criminal worthy of death.
According to the Bible, the Devil stands before God, day and night, accusing humanity of being sinners worthy of death - of being felons.
Every time I get into or witness an argument where unwarranted accusations are being slung, I consider these things and wonder what is being whispered into the spiritual ears of the accusers. And I forgive them - not just because it’s a central tenet of Christianity, but because, often, the words of doubt, fear, suspicion, etc are being whispered into my ears, too, on a daily basis.
Chugging on is one of the ways to dispel those whispers.
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From my landlord:
I did hit the tip jar - not that much $, but it's from the heart.
Somehow I missed this one when you posted it. Glad I found it.