Dream of the Dome
I dreamed of a dome. In it there were thousands of people working for a bunch of tyrannical giant cockroaches. They were cruel and the work was difficult. There was one saving grace. A group of us had formed a resistance. The leader of the resistance was a very powerful man, and he had an ancient artifact – the Spear of Destiny. [There was a lot of back story involving fighting a demon to retrieve the spear, but I don’t remember most of it] While we had many missions to carry out in secret, the thing that endeared me to the group was the fact that they would always take time to have a movie night. They’d turn on the sensor shielding, and find a random place in the dome to hide a projector. Then all of the resistance people would come and watch. It made us feel like we were a family. The roaches, as I remember them, hated movies and human creativity. At one point I remember noticing that they had set up a confectioner’s shop with a great selection of chocolates. I realized that they had made their own feces into chocolate looking matter and had shaped it into chocolate bunnies and whatnot. Then, during one of our movie nights, the leader knew the roaches would be looking for us watching movies and he went to accomplish a very important task. He may have killed their leader or sabotaged some important component within the dome – I don’t recall what he did – but he returned wounded. He told me the way to accomplish the sacred quest that he had accomplished, so I could wield the spear, and then he died. I wept bitterly and made arrangements for his burial. They took his body away on the back of a truck. Some children were standing around me, and I was returning a library book that I had borrowed. The children asked me who the man was who had died. I told them he was a brave man, the last of his kind, and the wielder of the Spear of Destiny. I told them that we were a poorer humanity for his loss.
Purpose Driven… what?
While I am not a Christian, I know many people who are, and I doubt most of them would support a video game that encourages people to convert or kill non-Christians. Email them and let them know that you don’t support video games that glorify conversions at gunpoint.
“1. And I saw till that in this manner thirty-five shepherds undertook the pasturing (of the sheep), and they severally completed their periods as did the first; and others received them into their hands, to pasture them for their period, each shepherd in his own period. 2. And after that I saw in my vision all the birds of heaven coming, the eagles, the vultures, the kites, the ravens; but the eagles led all the birds; and they began to devour those sheep, and to pick out their eyes and to devour their flesh. 3. And the sheep cried out because their flesh was being devoured by the birds, and as for me I looked and lamented in my sleep over that shepherd who pastured the sheep. 4. And I saw until those sheep were devoured by the dogs and eagles and kites, and they left neither flesh nor skin nor sinew remaining on them till only their bones stood there: and their bones too fell to the earth and the sheep became few. 5. And I saw until that twenty-three had undertaken the pasturing and completed in their several periods fifty-eight times.”
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Plate Runneth Over
Quick progress report.
After much tweaking and searching for stuff, I have fine tuned my workout. This is good. I am not dying after a four mile jog anymore, and I have introduced the beginning phase of strength training. I have also refined my list of things to acquire to a few simple items that will add much for little money.
Have remembered how to write professional letters for job search. Argh! Still looking, resume is out and circulating. It is far more social than I have been lately.
My sister and I are finalizing my part of our father’s estate. This means we don’t have it hanging over our budding relationship. We are finding common ground outside of dad and his illness, or the estate. This is rather good. She is still a weekly or so guest for dinner.
I have fallen completely and utterly under the power of Sudoku. Sad but true. I now have a new addiction.
Visual Basic Express is quickly becoming mind to command!
Halfway through Evola, starting The Most Holy Trinosophia.
Was gifted by my hubby the new infinite dungeon module for Neverwinter. Rawr!!! Save game lost due to many crashes and transfers of stuff. Excuse to play again! Hah! I love my husband.
Wrote a page for the Kadmon Website. Check the site! Really!
Lily is learning to climb, to fall, and to watch as mom and dad mad dash across the house. She is part of the reason a four mile jog is less stressful than it used to be. She is also cuter than heck, and determined to boot. Lovin’ it. D is doing well in some areas. He is kicking butt at school. He is finding interests that are not prison magnates, and this is good. Boo has mastered the art of dishes, and is learning to cook. Yay! Kitchen helper!
snicker…
Note the beginning sentence where Palpatine is describing how he pwned Yoda.
Hee… fanboy checker
The console gaming world at this time is plagued by moronic wars of opinion. Instead of being happy that there are three strong companies producing video game consoles, it’s become a “my console is better than yours” war. It’s senseless, and the sooner the whole thing blows over, the better, in my opinion.
Want to find out if you are a fanboy? Try the quiz above. It’s not the worst of it’s genre.
New Mindmap
Read more“…I also noticed that the root of the word for gate, ShOR, has it’s meaning derived from the idea of a calculation.
1) to split open, reason out, calculate, reckon, estimate
1a) (Qal) to calculate [Pr 23:7]
and also
1) a unit of measure
Other meanings that are associated with the ShOR root are: storm, tempest, horrid, offensive, to be tempestuous (or stormy), to be afraid, and hair. These are all based off of a separate sense of the root, I think, but may still be relevant to our study. In verse 6 Kaplan contrasts the two types of storms: the Sufah and the Sa’arah (root: ShOR). He says: “A Sa’arah is a wind that merely agitates (Sa’ar), while a Sufah is a hurricane that sweeps away everything in its path.” He also references Ezekiel 1:4, as that verse contains an instance of the word Sa’arah, in that it may point towards the agitation of the mind when entering a meditative/transcendant state. I almost feel like that’s a mislabeling of the process, though. I think that
the agitation has more to do with the fact that in entering a meditative state, we become fully aware of the agitation already contained within the mind. However, that realization has very little to do with the actual
quieting process in all likelihood.
However, with what we have here, we can make several inferences. If we look at the paths as gates which allow us to move ever closer to the center of the tapestry, and the letters themselves as spiritual states, then we can see a two letter pair as a vector of movement along a spiritual path (Perhaps the most direct paths cause the most mental agitation, making AL a path of Sufah, while ATh would be a path of Sa’arah)…”
Note that this theory is based on the diagram below.
Double decker dream post
We had retrieved a dark ever-burning stone, which seemed to be something like crystal and something like charcoal. We were in the middle of a narrow valley in between two ranges of impassable mountains. There was a pit behind us, and before us was a group of standing stones in various geometric shapes. All were set in place but one, and so we defended the wall, literally since we were standing in front of it, from a group of panthers. All of this I saw from a bird’s eye view, and it bore some resemblance to a board game. The panthers were actually the souls of Djinni that we needed to speak with. Suddenly I was in the upstairs room of my parent’s house – my old room. The Crystal spoke to me from a dark, soot covered fireplace with an old cauldron in it, and told me and my party that if we wished to speak with the spirit in the panther, a Djinn with an ancient and horrible name, we would need to give him the bones of Sert, the killer of Etrius, for a time. The corpse of Sert was already denuded of flesh, and there were spines on the back of the legbone. There was another panther spirit we wished to speak with, and the sacrifice of Sert’s bones for a specified period of time would be exactly the same to speak with him.
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We would always sit on the road beside the campground, our windows rolled down, discussing secrets. Always the same positions when we parked, and I stared at a board used to post announcements that had been plastered with stickers, some of which had been ripped off, leaving a bizarre sort of haphazard sigil behind. But behind us, there was a confident, young, and very beautiful black woman, who had discovered us. We were not upset, merely glad to see a new face, to hear a new voice, and to hear different perspective, as the wind rustled the blue-black leaves of familiar trees.
“The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I have just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away.”
