So I’m reading VC’s latest blog entry – a “wall of text” for “Part 3”. I don’t recall reading Parts 1 or 2.
Here are some recent thoughts sometime earlier today/whenever that came across my small mind while reading through this “wall of text”:
1. Satan/Dajjal can’t be “all” that bad! If he/she/it/they were “all” that bad, I wouldn’t be getting these synchronous events via double-triple digit numbers and other strange encounters! In other words, I’m not dead yet!
20140731-2357. I’m reading the Wikipedia.org article on this “Dajjal”! This concept is valid! The “placebo effect” works. I recall Mutha telling her story during her nursing career. Patience would complain of pain. But when she administered “sugar pills”, the patience felt better! That’s how “Dajjal” will “fix” religions worldwide!
20140801-0000. I recall my thought while vacuuming upstairs after the painter left his mess. In my OLD blog, I mentioned “greys” or UFO as vehicle to “snap” people out of idol worshiping because I didn’t want these creepy religious statues collecting dust at home! In my mind, I will donate these “blessings” but since I’m NOT the property owner, I’m stuck with these “material” things.
2. “God’s soup” (as per my OLD blog) is a mixture of various nationalities where no one could possibly belong to one strip of land and call themselves Israeli, Palestinians, whatever! Yes, I recall driving en route homebound/southbound on HWY 101 on a nice day of sylph-filled skies when I imagined… I forgot now at 2341 pm. Argh!
3. Materialism is truly the worshipping of idols/flesh/whatever. I thought of Mutha and her troublesome ways of “improving” her materialism by this recent bathroom remodeling project upstairs, for example. She won’t stop. She needs to stop wasting my time/effort in cleaning and wasting Dad’s money, and her breath. She doesn’t know how I deeply resent her annoying appreciation for Westernized “values”.
3a. What really “matters“?
Anyway, I visualized my “place” as per my OLD blog. A place where the outdoors meet the indoors without the need for locks, doors or window. To the corner right up head in this small room, I see my wooden cot – no mattress. It’s raised slightly from the floor but no higher than my knee.
To my left I see my bedside table also made of plywood. There is a empty bowl for my food and en empty cylindrical cup for my liquid. They appear to be made out of clay. I don’t see any chair. I may have a closet to my right/foot of my bed. But the “closet” is really a couple of hooks to hang my clothes.
That’s my “place” in heaven. I could sense children playing/laughing through the open “window” ahead and to my left. There may be trees or greenery up ahead. The sunshine is filtering nicely/softly and a wind blows, too. The door is behind me.
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