1:09
Gasping
for breath you cannot go on any longer.
You
simply cannot inhale enough air to keep up this pace and outrun the pack of
zombies following closely on your heels.
You can
hear their grunts and vicious snarls closing in to the point where they seem to
overtake you, thousands of voracious creatures spurred on by an insatiable
appetite for your blood and your flesh.
It is
YOU they want, they have always wanted to devour you, and so you started
running, never stopping for a moment's respite.
Has
there ever been a time when you could
simply kick back and relax, letting your guard down just to take it easy for a
while without having to worry whether or not the pack of hounds following your
trail would suddenly leap out of the bushes in your unguarded moment?
You
hoped for an easy life out here, or at least a life where you would be granted the
opportunity to enjoy yourself and pursue your dreams and ambitions, yet what
did you get?
The
opposite of what you hoped for.
Instead
of pursuing your dreams your nightmares ended up pursuing you, instead of
enjoying life it was turned into a vexation robbing you of the little joy you
still had.
Your
hoped for paradise only to find yourself stuck in hell's suburb.
1:10
A pack
of bloodthirsty, mindless robotic creatures straight from hell tracks you down
and follows you around wherever you set your foot, and they do not grant you so
much as one single moment of rest, you don't even get a break just to
catch your breath.
Even
when you can't see them and it seems as if you finally have some time to relax
and let your guard down, you still sense their ominous presence nearby, waiting
for that one vulnerable moment allowing them to strike and catch you between
their teeth.
When you lie down in bed, your sleep is as light as a feather, making you wonder if you ever truly sleep at all.
You always make sure to keep an eye open, just in case.
Even in
those moments of quiet and rest you find yourself looking over your shoulder,
trying to spot one of the miscreants standing nearby, waiting for you to let
your guard down.
They
have the instinct of a predator.
They know that if they want to catch yo,u they need to wear you down.
And so they hunt you relentlessly, waiting for that one unguarded moment when you lie down and close your eyes so that they can sneak up and strike you down.
You
never know when they suddenly will leap out of their hiding places.
And so
you spend your time running as fast as you can, always making sure to be at
least one step ahead of the pack, always vigilant, always keeping a sharp eye in
search of any suspicious activity.
What
kind of life is this where you have been cast into the role of a prey seeking
to escape the predators?
What is
the justice of sending someone into this dark suffocating jungle which has
brought you nothing but a trail a shattered hopes and unfulfilled longing?
Why do
all the breaks go to the others while you are given a dish of never-ending
misery served on your table?
Why are
you chained to an ongoing series of inane obstructions, always climbing
the mountain with a harsh cold wind blowing in your face, watching the others
gleefully slide down the mountain with the wind blowing in their backs?
You have
grown tired of running without end, and you noticed how the pack of howls seems
to be closing in on you as you are running out of breath.
The
ominous howls relentlessly scratching your eardrums are no ordinary sounds, no,
they are the sounds of misery pursuing you wherever you turn, and they seem to
be closing in on you with each new day.
It's
like running on a treadmill.
You
spend all your energy on running away only to discover it does not get you
anywhere.
Your
efforts only reduce you to the rank of being the star in a circus show run by a heartless, greedy exploiter, and your whole existence is reduced to nothing but entertainment for the Shadow audience on the wall which loves to see you run and suffer.
But
still, what alternative do you have with the hounds on your heels in this treadmill?
The
robots pursuing you are no ordinary human beings, no, they are sadistic
creatures straight from the pits of hell seeking to appease their appetite by
people such as you, people who still have life flowing through their veins, the
life the zombies have lost and seek to regain by devouring it from those who
are still alive.
These
zombies have put their entire remaining intellectual abilities in service of their unholy quest
to satisfy their hunger at the expense of the living, spurred on by an insatiable
appetite for flesh and blood to quench their thirst and satisfy their appetite
for suffering.
The
suffering of the living makes the dead feel satisfied.
1:11
Lost in
the contemplation of your miserable fate you suddenly find yourself falling to
the ground, and a sharp pain is rising in your right ankle.
Looking
down you notice how your lack of vigilance caused you to step into one of the
traps the vicious demons had set for you, and you walked right into it.
You try
to get up, only to discover you cannot stand on your right foot without feeling
the pungent pain of the wound demanding to be given the rest it needs to
recover.
Suddenly
you realize that they now have the advantage, because you have been reduced to
a helpless prey caught in a trap, unable to outrun the pursuers any longer.
You have
become a helpless victim thrown at the mercy of merciless predators now forming
a circle around you, staring at you with blazing reptilian eyes, slowly
closing in on you in gleeful anticipation as they realize they are about to
harvest the reward for their diligent pursuit.
Their
eyes seem to light up with a malignant glow now that they now have the power to
make you suffer and offer up your life-force to them.
Suddenly
one kicks you in the back, sending a sharp bout of pain up your spine which
makes you scream out loud, another digs a sharp pointed stick in your left leg
so that now you cannot even try to limp away from the hungry undead devouring
you already with their evil eyes.
As you
look around and behold the face of Evil staring back at you, one of the Shadows
steps forward.
He must
be their leader since all the others move aside in deep reverence as he makes
his way towards you.
Getting
closer, your eyes now can see the stature of a Shadow much larger than the
others, and his darkness seems to exceed the intensity and depth found in all
the others.
His eyes
carry a malignant glaring yellow-reddish glow, and as he opens his mouth to
speak the sharp fangs testify of his predatory character.
'You
thought you could defy ME, out run ME, making a fool out of ME?' a deep,
growling ominous voice thundered.
'Nobody
defies me and gets away with it, and tonight you are MINE, forevermore'.
As he
finished speaking those words he lifted up his left arm, bringing down his
talons into your neck right before ripping your head off your shoulders.
1:12
With a shock and a loud scream you suddenly sit up straight in your bed,
sweat running down your back and your forehead.
It took
a while to get used to this new environment, but slowly you realize that you
are back into the real world, and you just had a very bad nightmare.
Your
usually annoying alarm clock now has a very soothing and reassuring effect on
your mind.
'Thank
God it's just a nightmare'.
Yet even
though you realize that it was just a nightmare, as long as your mind was part
of the dream it all seemed very real to you, so real that your heart still is
pounding in your chest as if it wants to leap out.
1:13
Still
sweating profusely, your mind is slowly beginning to soak itself loose from the
intense emotions caused by the dream as the reality of being awake in your
bedroom at night begins to impress itself on your consciousness.
The
dream-reality is fading as the reality of your own home is growing stronger.
Still,
you cannot help but look intently in the dark of our bedroom if perhaps one of
those horrible creatures of your nightmare has followed you.
Maybe
some of them are hiding under you bed, or in the wardrobe.
You
snicker as you realize you sound exactly the same as when you were six years old
and believed monsters could be hiding under your bed, the time you wondered what Santa Claus might be hiding in that big bag he was carrying around.
'Of
course they can't hide under my bed or in the wardrobe' you whisper as you try
to dismiss the thought, in spite of your feelings suggesting that they just
MIGHT be there, lurking in the dark, waiting for that one moment you relax and
fall back to sleep...
The
thought makes you feel uncomfortable, in spite of your attempts to rationally dismiss it as
a fantasy.
1:14
What a
strange, awkward dream that was.
So real
and yet so unreal now that you think about it.
In the
dream you had been born into this alien, horrible fantasy world inhabited by creatures waiting for newcomers into their world so that
they could hunt them and devour them.
It was a
world where you had lived your entire life as a fugitive running from a
relentless pack of demonic creatures who looked like human beings from a
distance, yet who had the nature of a predator on a mission to hurt, torture,
kill and devour.
All of
your life in that nightmare they had been in pursuit of you, and all of your
life you had spent running from them, seeking to escape even though in this
world there was no escape.
The best
you could do was to try to stay ahead of them for as long as you were part of
that world.
What a
waste of time life had become in that horrible Shadow world.
It had been turned into a quest to stay out of the hands of the zombies for as long as possible.
These
bloodthirsty zombies only had one particular target in mind.
In the
others they had no specific interest, they were no fun.
No, they
wanted a challenge before dinner.
And so
they found people like yourself, people spending a lifetime avoiding traps and
running from the relentless pursuers, people in whose veins the river of Life
still flowed.
How
could it be that an entire lifetime of pains, aches and disappointments had
been packed in only a...
Well,
how long had you been dreaming?
A couple
of hours?
One hour?
A few minutes?
How
could an entire life in that fantasy dream world be wrapped in only few minutes
in the real world?
Quietly
you sit in the dark contemplating your bad dream as the peace of your bedroom
sooths your mind and reassures you that it was just a dream, a really, really
bad dream...
1:15
But how
real it was when you were part of the dream!
Or, how
real it SEEMED to be.
None of
the scenery of the dream really existed, none of the zombies tracking you down were real, neither was the pain, the obstruction, the suffering.
But as
long as you were in the dream it seemed to extremely real to you, and the real
world, where you were laying in bed having a bad dream, did not exist.
At
least, you were not aware of it in your dream.
Ha, it's like being a radio tuned into one particular station of reality.
The one station you are tuned into is the one demanding your attention, while all the other stations seem to be non-existent.
Whatever may be the case, you certainly do not want to tune into the particular frequency of the dream you just had ever again.
Entering
the dream made you completely forget your life in the real world.
Your
mind was so absorbed by the fantasy-picture of the dream scenery that it no
longer was aware of the reality of your peaceful bedroom.
Your
involvement with the fantasy blocked out the soothing presence of the real world, so that you
experienced the pain and disappointment of the fantasy as real, and you were unable to be so
be comforted by the greater reality of your peaceful bedroom.
1:16
But in
the end, the pain, the torture, the pursuit of demonic creatures, none of it
really existed.
Yes,
your emotions created the impression that it was real, and your experiences in
the dream reality had a very real impact on these emotions and your feelings.
But that
was just the projection of your mind's reaction into your real-life body
enhancing the impression of the reality of the dream-world on your
consciousness.
The
moment you woke up and your senses registered the environment of your bedroom,
you realized you had been dreaming, and that this dream seemed real to you
because your mind was absorbed in it and projected your reactions into your
feelings which enhanced the reality of the dream.
And so
you find yourself back into the real life imbibing the rest of your comfortable
room which had been there before you fell asleep, which was there all the time
you were dreaming, and which now is welcoming you back into the real life.
The
world of your nightmare never really existed.
And
because the nightmare was nothing but a fairytale, your experience in it which
brought you suffering, distress, pain, and failure was as real as the dream: unreal, and nothing but a projection of your involvement with the dream-scenery, like a mind-game, or a computer-game, unreal and fleeting.
Still,
you could not shake the uncomfortable feeling that somehow a few of those
zombie creatures had tracked you down in the real world, drawn towards you by
the smell of your blood...
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With
this story I wanted to illustrate the point I try to make when I write that the
obstruction in your life, the circumstances engineered by Dark Forces beyond
your control, are like a cloud, and the cloud is just a passing illusion.
The
cloud is part of a dualistic dream-world.
Our Soul
and Spirit have been placed into this dream-world the moment YHWH plastered
them into the dualistic interface with this dream-world, a human body which
envelops us and keeps our consciousness locked into this dream-scenery.
When we
enter this world, we are like people falling sleep and entering a dream.
You
forget the reality of daily life as you become part of the dream.
This
world is like a dream in relation to the real world of the Spirit.
When the
Evil One projects a lie into our lives which
contradicts YHWH's Truth, a lie which makes it seem as if YHWH's words and His
promises are untrue, that He does not hear us, that He is deaf to our cries,
absent when we knock on His door, he is like a cloud blocking the sun.
Never
focus on the cloud, but learn to see the silver lining as a reminder that the
sun is always there, always shining in the real world.
It's
just that in this dualistic dream clouds can drift along the sky and block the
sun to produce the dissonance, the gravity-pull which allows our faith to learn to
fly in defiance of the gravity.
Birds
can fly thanks to the invisible presence of air, just as our faith can fly
thanks to the invisible presence of YHWH's life-giving Ruach, His Spirit.
In the
real life of Heaven the clouds in our dream do not exist and the sun is always shining,
always visible to our eyes.
Imagine
a computer game where you do not just play the game from a console, but you are
actually downloaded as a hologram into the holographic setting of the game.
That is
what existence on Earth is: a holographic setting which has a place within the
greater setting and greater reality of the Spirit.
Right
now we are trapped in an illusion, a dream-world, and our Soul and Spirit are
challenged to overcome the illusion which projects a dissonance with YHWH's reality.
The road
back to reality and our escape route out of this dream-world is faith,
believing the words and promises of YHWH, believing in the living embodiment of
YHWH's Word, Yahshua, believing in the reality of YHWH's presence even when the
Evil One makes it seem as if He is out of sight and out of our lives.
We live
in an interactive dream we share, a dualistic dream where the law of entropy
rules the land dictating that everything which has a beginning must have an
end, everything which is constructed must fall apart, everything which lives
must die.
In the
light of a cosmos where we can see the rule of entropy in action all around us
I fail to understand the steadfast belief in Darwinian evolution and the denial
of a Creator.
Those
who hold fast to their belief in evolution actually contradict this law of entropy at work in our environment.
We even
see the law of entropy staring back at us in the mirror as a reminder of the dualistic cursed nature
of the dream we are part of.
How is
it that in a world where the law of entropy rules the land people believe in
the fairy tale of a law which completely contradicts this motion of entropy, the
belief in a law which dictates that 'we are getting better all the time',
'selection of the fittest'?
How is
it possible that in a realm where entropy is the law everything we see in
nature has come into existence thanks to a process which is the exact opposite
of this prevailing law?
How can
anything even come into existence and
develop into organized structures in this realm, UNLESS there is a Force
providing the creative impetus for a Creation to unfold, and the law of entropy
follows in its wake to disintegrate that which has been created by a Force, a
Creator Who composes a Creation?
How can
ANY order, ANY organized structure, spontaneously develop into a complex structure
UNLESS there was a Force deliberately organizing elements according to a
preconceived structured plan, a Composer writing His composition followed by
the gradual process of 'decomposition' as the modus operandi of our realm?
Clearly
the existence of organized structures displaying an intelligent design is the
evidence of composition, and if we are facing this phenomenon in a realm where
decomposition is the rule of thumb then by deduction we should be able to come
to the conclusion that there must have been an act of interference in the
beginning, an act from an Intelligence organizing basic elements of our cosmos
into a structured composition.
Truly,
it is the fool who says in his heart that there is no Elohim, no Creator.
We are
part of a dream which was created by YHWH for a specific purpose He had in
mind, and the fall to Sin (the fall into the curse of entropy) was an essential
part of its design.
The
choice to Sin activated the curse mechanism whereby the environment begins to
disintegrate, and the created design is reduced to 'uncreated' chaos.
In the
dualistic paradigm Sin instigates the process of decomposition.
We are
placed in a cursed dream where the law of entropy rules the land, the law which
dictates that everything must fall into chaos and destruction as a result of
the curse.
Originally
Adam was part of a realm not governed by the curse, and instead of entropy into
chaos Adam lived in a paradise.
Yet the
choice he made and the subsequent change in his DNA made him part of a
different dream, the dream we inherited where we live under the curse of
entropy.
The more
we invest energy in the mechanism which brought forth the law of entropy, Sin,
the more powerful the law manifests itself.
Yes, we
were placed in a cursed realm to move through the process of experiencing the
clash between the impulse of Life, YHWH, and the impulse of Death, Evil.
We have
a mighty Father watching over us, making sure that the Evil One cannot act
contrary to His wishes.
Understand
and carve it into your hearts that we are not abandoned and left as prey for
the Shadows.
They
cannot do as they like with us, because we are guarded by the Almighty, and if
He allows a measure of pain into our lives it is to bring out everlasting joy
to an even greater abundance.
Just
endure to the best of your ability, and trust and believe in Him Who is true,
our Yahshua.
Faith in
YHWH's Word is what brings us closer to the moment we find ourselves sitting up
straight in bed realizing the extent to which we have been absorbed by a
dualistic dream world which can never exist in reality.
In this
dream world we are built into beings of faith by experiencing the tension
between the dream-lie and the Spirit of
Truth.
Always
cling in full trust to YHWH's words and His promises, because they are elements
of the real life which He placed into our dream world.
The
reason why YHWH put His words and promises of reality into a conflicting dream
setting is so that they might allow us to develop faith, trust and love by
virtue of experiencing the clash between YHWH's Truth and this dream's Lie.
Developing
faith, trust and love from the perspective of the dualistic dream-world is a
process which shapes us, so that when
we wake up out of this temporary dream we come back into reality differently
than when we went in.
The
dream was just a dream, but our involvement with the dream changed us and
brought us a knowing we did not have before.
It
shaped our Souls into the image YHWH had in mind for us.
This
dream is the school YHWH created for our Souls.
We learn, and the learning process carves out our character by means of a dream-world
which is capable of projecting a reality which conflicts with YHWH's words and His
promises, His true reality.
The
friction of the reality of the Spirit and the conflicting dream-reality is the womb which gives birth to beings of faith, love and trust.
Trust,
believe and love Him Who is true.
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