This morning I was busy working at my computer when my wife raised the alarm: a snake had been spotted and I was called upon for protection. Sure enough, this guy was found trespassing on my lands. In fact, it looked like he was looking for a way inside the domicile:
A strange sequence of events has led to this post. This week I have slept poorly as my mind is deeply engrossed in a flooring project. The project is a heavy lift and has me so consumed that I have a hard time sleeping which isn’t very fun.
If they wanted a Pope named Leo they could have called me instead of a guy who has to pretend. But still, I guess I’m flattered.
Yesterday’s post about angels, hair, etc, jogged a memory of a dream I had back in 2020. I have logged dreams for over a decade (not all dreams, I do pick and choose to an extent but I try to log anything I think could be significant). It was the last bit I wrote yesterday about being willing to unmask ourselves so that someone else doesn’t do it instead.
Yesterday I was driving with my wife to and from a track meet and one of the things we discussed is why angels have never appeared to us. We talked through as many reasons we could think of that would explain it. Is it that God has told the angels not to? Or maybe the angels have thought about it but just can’t stand us (or humanity in general) enough to bother with it? Or are they desperate to do it and are somehow prevented from doing so?
I am currently re-reading The Lord of the Rings and thoroughly enjoying it. I’m purposely taking my time, trying to savor it and also hoping to not miss any valuable nuggets as I go. I think this post will prove that out. In my reading, the Fellowship has just arrived at Lothlorien after losing Gandalf in Moria.
In reading the drama surrounding the BoM Zeniffites I have been surprised how often various groups got lost in the wilderness and it has me thinking there is something about this recurring theme that speaks to the nature of the Promised Land.
In my very first blog post back in 2019 I mused about the identity of the Devil in this reimagined world. When I recently took up blogging again last year I turned a few of my earliest posts into Draft mode, mostly because I felt like having a fresh start, but also because I had evolved significantly in my thinking since some of those early posts.
I had this dream about two weeks ago and felt like I should wait for the syncs to pull it into the stream rather than me pushing it in. With the recent, um, dust up, around “work” and being lazy wherein our spicy friend Bill suggested WJT should alter his approach to syncs, I think I now have my cue. Here is the relevant part of the dream:
Story time. I own a white 2003 Toyota Land Cruiser, a great vehicle for many reasons. When Bill and I first worked together to explore this strange world view, we discovered after several months that he and I drove the exact same vehicle. Same color and body style, but I think his was a year or two older than mine.