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dream:
extremely large room filled with crowds of people. middle eastern. Jerusalem. people dressed in robes and tunics. noisy, hectic. the walls are of sandstone. the room is a beautifully carved-out cave, i realized.
a hush falls over the crowd, and i am aware of a presence. there is Jesus, teaching. the crowd is absolutely quiet and spellbound...
another presence enters, this time with lots of noise and clutter. a company of roman soldiers. the head commander calls out for Jesus. i turn around, and Jesus is no longer there. the commander demands that we surrender him, and is met with silence.
the insensed commander see the doors to two rooms, closed. he somehow senses that Jesus might be in one of these rooms. he cries out to the owner of the establishment.
the owner comes forward, tall, straight, proud. a jew, but a roman citizen. he speaks well, but is stalling. he is successful for a time, before the commander pushes him aside and gets his soldiers to open the first door:
empty.
they open the 2nd door, and before it is open, i knew with certainty that Jesus had passed through this door, and somehow, had left, safely.
the opened door revealed a small room. a small room that had another door at it's end. when a soldier opened it, bright light filled the room. it opened to the fresh air. outdoors.
the commander cursed and ordered his soldiers down a path, presumably where Jesus had gone. it was a winding path that looked treacherous and thin, twisting and turning amongst the sandstone cliffs that this place was a part of. they took the noble owner with them, and left.
i went to the no longer secret opening, and was stunned. this, was Jerusalem. not dry nor dusty, but a beautiful city, sprawling with buildings, lush with green. i saw the spread of this city, glowing under the sun, and it was magnificent. around the city, was green vegetation everywhere. not the stale green of plants that manage to survive in harsh conditions, but the bright, dewy green of plants that had only known life with plenty of water.
i gazed and gazed, and felt like it could not end. then, i felt someone standing beside me. i turned, and saw a disarmingly beautiful girl. dark, wavy hair. eyes large and bright. a wonderful smile. the owner's daughter. though her father had just been taken away, she had a peace that was palpable to me.
"beautiful, isn't it," she said, clearly in love with the city, the view.
"yes. i didn't know jerusalem was so pretty. so green," i replied.
she turned, and went back inside. i followed her, the beauty of the city now pale in comparision, unable to take in enough of her.
she sat, and began to sing of the city, of the seasons...
every moon sky, an invitation...
/dream
i woke up to the song still ringing in my head, and also playing on my mp3 player/alarm. nicole nordeman's every season.
yakob at 8:09 AM
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extremely large room filled with crowds of people. middle eastern. Jerusalem. people dressed in robes and tunics. noisy, hectic. the walls are of sandstone. the room is a beautifully carved-out cave, i realized.
a hush falls over the crowd, and i am aware of a presence. there is Jesus, teaching. the crowd is absolutely quiet and spellbound...
another presence enters, this time with lots of noise and clutter. a company of roman soldiers. the head commander calls out for Jesus. i turn around, and Jesus is no longer there. the commander demands that we surrender him, and is met with silence.
the insensed commander see the doors to two rooms, closed. he somehow senses that Jesus might be in one of these rooms. he cries out to the owner of the establishment.
the owner comes forward, tall, straight, proud. a jew, but a roman citizen. he speaks well, but is stalling. he is successful for a time, before the commander pushes him aside and gets his soldiers to open the first door:
empty.
they open the 2nd door, and before it is open, i knew with certainty that Jesus had passed through this door, and somehow, had left, safely.
the opened door revealed a small room. a small room that had another door at it's end. when a soldier opened it, bright light filled the room. it opened to the fresh air. outdoors.
the commander cursed and ordered his soldiers down a path, presumably where Jesus had gone. it was a winding path that looked treacherous and thin, twisting and turning amongst the sandstone cliffs that this place was a part of. they took the noble owner with them, and left.
i went to the no longer secret opening, and was stunned. this, was Jerusalem. not dry nor dusty, but a beautiful city, sprawling with buildings, lush with green. i saw the spread of this city, glowing under the sun, and it was magnificent. around the city, was green vegetation everywhere. not the stale green of plants that manage to survive in harsh conditions, but the bright, dewy green of plants that had only known life with plenty of water.
i gazed and gazed, and felt like it could not end. then, i felt someone standing beside me. i turned, and saw a disarmingly beautiful girl. dark, wavy hair. eyes large and bright. a wonderful smile. the owner's daughter. though her father had just been taken away, she had a peace that was palpable to me.
"beautiful, isn't it," she said, clearly in love with the city, the view.
"yes. i didn't know jerusalem was so pretty. so green," i replied.
she turned, and went back inside. i followed her, the beauty of the city now pale in comparision, unable to take in enough of her.
she sat, and began to sing of the city, of the seasons...
every moon sky, an invitation...
/dream
i woke up to the song still ringing in my head, and also playing on my mp3 player/alarm. nicole nordeman's every season.
yakob at 8:09 AM