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I remembered the dream this time. That doesn't happen with me unless it's significant and relevant. See also: what_the_hands_of_man_hath_wrought I'm not sure what the significance is at this time. I'm also not sure what the relevance is (or more correctly, the lingering impression would not be well received and so, for now, it stays with me.) This is the important point of what I DO remember: In the time to come, it may not be what we are expecting. Backpacks and wandering through deserted towns..searching for home when the earth and circles that we know, are pulled out from under us. The beginnings of tribalism may not resemble the kum-ba-ya visions of our 60s/70s generation. Perhaps they evolve into that...I don't know. But the beginnings..could be hard, forcing us to rely upon the strength in numbers. They may force us to test the waters of humanity, drawing us each individually to our own mirrored hearts: tribe. Some tribes will converge around goodwill and empathy. Others will converge around strength and power. Both types will converge around some amount of trust. The landscape will seem bleak, wild and frightening to most of us, after our stay in the safety of "the corral" here. It will be dirty, dark and cold. But the moments between our reminiscent desire for what we had (ie. what we have now) will be tempered by the closeness of our interactions with each other..as the campfire sings to our collective soul. Backpacks and wandering..
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I had the thought that perhaps you were the culmination of a 2nd week of Creation, after God had a chance to work the bugs out.
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