I had a dream last night. The first part had to do with a collapsing, abusive society. The second part was walking in a forest and associating with some higher beings. The third part was an attempt to escape from imminent destruction.
In the third part, I was assisted to quickly gather some basic belongings. As I looked out my window, I saw large decorations forming in the night. The decorations had the character of children’s drawings forming in the streets and on buildings: large glowing six foot flowers. This was a small, quick part of the dream, but it was the most disturbing. The destruction that was coming, was enabled by fairy-tale illusions only children could believe.
For they are a rebellious people, lying sons, sons who will not hear instruction; who say, “See not”; and to the prophets,
“Prophesy not to us what is right; speak to us smooth things, prophesy illusions, leave the way, turn aside from the path, let us hear no more of truth.”
Therefore thus says the Holy One of Israel,
“Because you despise this word, and trust in oppression and perverseness, and rely on them; therefore this iniquity shall be to you like a break in a high wall, bulging out, and about to collapse, whose crash comes suddenly, in an instant; and its breaking is like that of a potter’s vessel which is smashed so ruthlessly that among its fragments not a sherd is found with which to take fire from the hearth, or to dip up water out of the cistern.”
Isaiah 30
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